[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Mary."

This is a no-nonsense call from Riddle.Rather than saying that he has recovered a voice of his age and gender, it is better to call it his unique language magic.

Because it always allows Mary to show her other emotions besides her natural innocent face, confusion, joy, and anger.

For example, now, when she raised her head to look at Riddle, her emerald eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of her mouth were raised.

"Is this worth your joy?"

"Tom? Isn't it worth being happy that the incident of skipping class has not been exposed?"

Mary explained.

"Although the Ministry of Magic will not hold people accountable for underage use of magic under special circumstances, even the Aurors didn't talk about it when they arrived."

"This shows that the Ministry of Magic has no time to deal with the meaningless healds of minors." Riddle replied, playing with the quill in his hand, and the tip of the pen poked out rows of ink bumps on the parchment.

After hearing this, Mary sighed.I thought that because of the expansion of Grindelwald's power, many dark wizards took the opportunity to do evil, and coupled with the Muggle war that has not stopped, the situation in the country has become much more serious.

"Mary."

Riddle felt that Mary's time with him was too strong, "Why are you still here?"

"Look for a book on herbal medicine. Newt told me a lot of things that are not written in the book, I want to look at it." Mary took out half of the book on the bookcase and stuffed it in again, glanced at Riddle's parchment, "You said it as if you were studying hard."

Seeing Riddle's appearance, he wanted to refute, but Mary pulled out another piece of candy to divert his attention.

"Forget it, I'll give you a coconut sorbet to celebrate my first skipping class." She took out a piece in her mouth and said happily, "Professor Dumbledore talked to me today. I was nervous at the time, but luckily..."

"What did he ask?" Riddle paid more attention to the "Dumbledore's conversation" in her mouth, and didn't give the pink sorbet a look.

"What can he ask? He just asked me how I've been doing recently, and what I didn't understand in Transfiguration class—don't you eat? It's delicious."

"How did you answer?"

"How can I answer this, it's 'very good'." Mary took another coconut sorbet from her pocket and put it in her mouth, saying vaguely.

"To be honest!" Riddle's voice was not loud, but it was full of unquestionable meaning, but it was not so scary to Mary's ears, and she said indifferently that it was like this.

Riddle was suspicious about Dumbledore's affairs, especially when he had exposed too much when he learned his true identity, and everything was irreparable. He believed that Dumbledore was always testing himself intentionally or unintentionally.Of course, if Mary hadn't told him about the wizarding world, he wouldn't have talked so much in front of Dumbledore, and it was all her fault.

Thinking this way, Riddle lost his face to Mary again. He continued to write on the parchment with a quill in his hand, until Mary found the needed book beside him and turned to leave. Then he put the pink coconut sorbet in his hand Throwing it to the ground, the quill full of ink sprayed a trace on the parchment with his movements.

With a gloomy face, he crumpled the incomprehensible parchment.

Mary, who was walking around the corner, noticed his movement, and turned her head to notice the balls of paper and the sorbet that was wrapped in darkness with a little bright color.

She didn't know what nerves he was having again, seeing his unapproachable expression, she lost interest in talking to him again.

After this unprecedented adventure, she would never agree to any unreasonable demands from Riddle again, but since the communication in the library, they seemed to have been cut off and had no contact again.

And now Mary also began to wonder why Riddle cared so much about Dumbledore. For example, he always raised more or less doubts about Dumbledore's identity with him, and he extremely distrusted him.

And thinking about it, when they met again, Dumbledore also expressed Riddle's views, but those views were not a big deal, because all the teachers and students thought so, and no one noticed his true side.

Or maybe Professor Dumbledore noticed it?Is he too able to read people's hearts?Or was it because Riddle had confided in him?

However, this is not what she thinks about. After all, this is just a teacher's normal care for students.And she doesn't think this will affect Riddle's life going to a better place. The most important thing she needs to consider now is... the mandrake is about to mature, and those two petrified petrified petrified people can finally end their lives. school hospital life.

When the weather gets hot enough for her to cast a Cooling Charm to stay cool, she can finally undo the sinister black magic of petrification.

She took the potion he brewed from Professor Slughorn, and she was able to get away when he repeatedly told her how to use it until she could recite it backwards.

Mary came to the foyer with the bottle of concentrated potion, and when she was about to walk up the stairs to the second floor, she found Riddle at the corner of the first floor, looking up solemnly.She had never seen his expression like this. It was like a kind of enlightenment after prayer, a kind of compassionate divinity, and even a holiness that seemed to have been washed but was ignorant.This is what she deduced from his black pupils, and the almost invisible wiping of his fingertips on the armrest.

"Tom?" She wasn't on duty today, so she didn't know if Riddle was performing his prefect duties or wandering around, since he had done both.

Hearing Mary's voice, Riddle looked down at her, and immediately looked to the second floor.

"What are you looking at? It's you today..." Her voice stopped abruptly. She saw several adult wizards coming down from the second floor. They were carrying a stretcher. Someone was obviously lying on it, waiting for them to silently When she passed them, she saw that the stretcher was covered with a layer of black cloth, and a girl's arm was exposed from it, without making a sound.

An ominous premonition lingered in her heart.

And Dumbledore followed behind in silence. He gave Mary a look, and Mary instantly understood that being petrified was a relatively lucky result. The heir of Slytherin released another monster. died.

"Tom, what are you doing here, still wandering around so late?" Dumbledore also expressed the same doubts.

"I just went to see the headmaster, sir." He was stared at by Dumbledore with a penetrating gaze, but he still said calmly.

"Okay, let's all go to bed." Dumbledore glanced at Mary again, "It's best not to wander in the corridors these days. Now that it's already..."

He sighed heavily, said good night to Riddle and Mary, and strode away.

Mary's mood was complicated and depressed. She thought of the female student's relatives and the impact on the school, so her hand holding the potion tightened unconsciously.

She was not in the mood to say anything else, and hurried to the school hospital, what if the heir wanted to do something to the petrochemical students?

"Mary."

He followed her to the school hospital. He saw her quickly check the status of the petrified students, and stood there, carefully opening the potion bottle. The evening wind blew up the curtains behind her, gently wrapping Half of her body is like an adventurer wearing a cloak.

Her skin was pale and bloodless, obviously shocked by what had happened tonight.

But this is another kind of attraction that can be called morbid to him, he knows she has no time to pay attention to him, too many things happened tonight, he persuaded himself not to be angry with her, he slowly opened the curtain so that he can proceed to the next step.

He needs to hug her.

Satisfied with her short and astonished "Ah", he reached out to touch the potion bottle, and said persuasively, "Calm down, calm down, Mary, recovery is a matter of time, but now I have more important things to deal with." you say."

He let her break free from his arms, the potion was put aside, and Mary kept a distance from him. She straightened her skirt in a hurry and said, "Hurry up and go back Go to bed, I don't like you like this."

"Mary, do you think... if a person is good, he has pursuits and popularity, but it just looks like that, and only one person knows his true colors, in the eyes of that person, he is like a bad guy who does all kinds of evil, you say , Will he do something to that insider?"

"If he doesn't intend to expose, he will definitely shut up that person. He will be very dangerous." Mary said without thinking.

"Indeed." He nodded slightly in agreement, took a step forward, put one arm on the wall, and lowered his chin to look at Mary.

"What do you want to express?" Mary's throat rolled up and down, and she took a step in the opposite direction from Riddle, but he stretched out his other arm and grabbed her back.

Riddle tried to show his obedience as low as possible, just like in the principal's office, trying to close the distance between the two, his breath sprinkled on her cheeks, "No, Mary, I just found that... …Sometimes people have a hard time controlling their desires, especially when they really discover what they want, and he feels an otherworldly pleasure, maybe he's not corrupted, maybe he's just like that, he's just Have you been suppressed for too long?"

"Is this the important thing you said?" Mary was confused, she turned her head to look at him, her eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

"Of course it's important, Mary. Just this guy, he's transforming now, he's taking things out of hand." Then, as if in a different attitude, as soft as his black hair, he put both hands around Mary. shoulders, "Oh, I'm so scared, I broke a person's secret, overturned my previous reasoning - if I say it, then everything can be solved, but he is not like we know As he said, he hides it very deeply, only I know his secret, if it is revealed, I will be killed by him—just like the girl today!"

"What do you know?" Mary frowned, Riddle's words were hard for him to digest, she thought he was talking about herself...

"I'm afraid, Mary."

"Mary, what should I do?"

Riddle hugged her again, and his fingers slowly rubbed against her spine through the fabric, each bone was like a small hillside, and his fingertips went up and down, as if they were scratching their heads.

However, what was different from before was that this time he bent down, buried his head on Mary's chest, listened to her accelerating heartbeat, and secretly felt the weight of his touch on her heart, yet he showed gentleness on the surface.

"It was Rubeus Hagrid who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

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