[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary's temper is really good.

What stands out the most is her ability to put up with Riddle.

The story still starts from the moment she pinched Riddle, which must be the cause of everything—the wound on Riddle's face, Riddle's ghost idea, the life Riddle made her miss...

Until the war started, they reunited, and the hypocritical friends ended in a few days, and they still didn't deal with it like that.

After he grew up, instead of restraining himself, he got even worse.

And he was holding her mind—she admitted that Riddle was a rare talent, the only one in their orphanage who could make it after the depression and the war, even though Riddle hated that place.

Oh, so he hates her too.

"You never believed me, you didn't understand at all, I already knew you couldn't understand at all, you are really... ordinary, disgusting, and annoying woman."

He was inexplicably angry with her again.

How many times he has said it since he was a child, no matter how tired he is, she will be tired of her.

"Miss, do you need lunch?"

A clear female voice slowly entered her ears, Mary's palm left her chin, and she turned her head to the source of the sound - a tall woman dressed as a flight attendant was smiling politely at her.

"Thank you, I brought it myself."

Mary refused her, and looked out of the cloud-covered window again. It had been raining for a week in England.But she didn't want to wait any longer, she wanted to go back to her hometown, a small village in Lancashire.

She is finally going to see her loved ones.

But the waiting time on the train was long. After she used the Transfiguration Charm to conjure a cushion and woke up three times, the train was still moving at the same speed: because of the rain, the progress was slow.

She has started to draw stories about her childhood in the rain and mist on the window-she is drawing on the side, and Riddle is beside him, like a fire-breathing dinosaur.

So she thoughtfully drew him a dinosaur tail with a group of poisonous snakes next to him.

With another wave of the wand, accompanied by a thunderbolt, a ball of flames spit out from the mouth of the little tyrannosaurus Riddle.

After a few more hours, the train finally arrived and she saw Sandro waiting for her at the station.

He took Mary's box, weighed it and said, "It's a bit heavy, what's in it?"

"my clothes."

Mary caught his suspicious look, but he shook his head immediately, urging Mary to follow him.

She rides in Sandro's carriage, which is more convenient in her relatively remote hometown, although it is already in the 40s.

They didn't reach their destination until night, but Mary didn't feel tired at all.

The earth pits here were filled with rainwater, and a girl about ten years old was singing songs of unknown tunes by the side of the road. She felt that it was more like chanting scriptures.

"Alice, go back!" Sandro waved to the girl and shouted: "Otherwise your mother will be angry!"

He said to Mary again: "Go up a little bit, see there, that's Uncle Kramer's house."

Mary nodded excitedly, quickened her pace unconsciously, even stepped over the low fence faster than Sandro, reached out and touched the door, clenched her hand into a fist, hesitating.

Sandro squinted at her, stepped over him and knocked on the door, "Uncle Kramer, Mary is back!"

After a noise like pots being overturned, the wooden door creaked open.

She saw her father—sterner than expected, to be honest, with the marks of age stubbornly etched into his weather-beaten face.

He was not too tall, with a wizened figure, but the tallest of the three.The man coughed before saying, "Mary, is that you?"

He seemed to have not spoken for a long time, tormenting others' ears like an old bellows.

"It's me..." Mary was immersed in the joy of having a relative, which was greater than her doubts, after all, this father didn't look that much like her.

But for 20 years, she has no definition of "relatives", she really has no fantasy, she even pinches herself to make sure this is not a dream.

She was pulled into the door by them. There were very few things in the room, but it was still clean, but there were many strange symbols on the wall. Mary didn't know where the sound of rummaging through boxes came from just now, and she felt a little uncomfortable , but define them as folklore.

Sandro put her box behind the door and kicked it again, as if confirming something, but because what he thought didn't happen, he asked Kramer to find him for something and left .

Mary and her father were left alone now.

Kramer suddenly warmed up. He stared at Mary, clapped her hand intermittently, and murmured: "You really look like your mother! She was like an angel—— pity--"

There are many needle holes on the back of his hand. When Mary was a field nurse, she was very familiar with needles.He seemed to have noticed Mary's strange gaze, rubbed his hands unnaturally, stood up and went to a dilapidated small iron cabinet to search for something, and finally he took out a brown wooden photo frame and handed it to Mary.

"This is your mother."

Mary was taken aback. This mother was not what she imagined—it seemed to be [-]% similar, but her expression was too resentful and lifeless.And in this photo, there are also large and small pinholes of unknown origin, coupled with the woman's empty expression, it makes her hair stand on end.

"Mom, what's her name?"

No matter how much Mary longed for her family, she had to admit that this trip back home disappointed her a little. She felt that her expectations seemed to have been hollowed out, leaving only a huge shell.

"Call--"

Before Kramer could pronounce her mother's name in a hoarse voice, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a slightly bloated woman broke in!

"Alice, Alice is gone!"

Alice?Isn't that the little girl who sang when she first arrived in the village?

"Lisa, what happened?!" Kramer staggered a few steps and stepped forward to support the fat woman.

"Alice is gone! She must have been taken away by Miranda's ghost! Really! I've searched everywhere!" She said something quickly, but just as she finished speaking, she repeated it again.

Mary, who was sitting by the side, frowned, and answered her words when she was about to repeat the third time: "Ghost?"

Wizards can leave their mark on the world, that is, turn into ghosts, but obviously not every wizard does this, otherwise Hogwarts Castle will be full of ghosts.

Could this be a village where wizards and Muggles coexist?But judging from their description, they are more like Muggles...

"On New Year's Eve this year, a girl named Miranda died by the sea. She was an old girl, so her soul stayed behind to do evil in the world and took away my Alice!" Lisa's middle-aged woman explained, but this made Mary angry, how could she be so ignorant!

"It's never going to be a ghost, Lady Lisa! I think it's better not to slander poor Miranda all the time—I'll go find Alice with you!"

Mary got up, and all this made her a little upset, but the rain made the road much more difficult, and it was too dark, so she had to find Alice quickly.

But Mary's action with a small number of villagers made her feel that the culture of this village is very strange.

First of all, the strange symbols and ornaments on their clothes are similar to those on the wall of Kramer's house-according to Lisa, they are used to summon spirits, so that they can see the ghosts and find the taken away Ellie Silk.

"It doesn't work that way."

Mary wanted to explain to them, but she couldn't reveal anything about the wizarding world to a bunch of Muggles.She can only propose that she is a separate team, unlike them who try to use crooked methods to find people in a missing child case too much.

The moon is gradually shrouded in mist, and the visibility at night is getting lower and lower. Mary can only see the surrounding environment ten meters with the oil lamp in her hand. She keeps calling Alice's name, but unfortunately only other people respond to her. shout.

Gradually, even other people's voices became inaudible.

Mary thought she was lost, but as time passed, the wind blew up and the fog was blown away.She found a notebook not far away, which belonged to Alice after checking.

And the notebook has been soaked by the accumulated rainwater, but the notes on it have not been smeared, which is a good clue that maybe Alice hasn't gone too far.

Seeing no one around, she secretly took out her wand and muttered a new tracking spell she had learned. She followed the dim light that only she could see, and soon found more lost things.

It's very much like a school-age child dumping all his schoolbags out.

She realized that she had walked out of the village a certain distance, and the salty smell of the sea had penetrated into her nostrils. The waves were hitting the huge rocks, and she felt a little familiar.

She thought of the cliff in the past when she first learned that Riddle was a wizard, but this was Lancashire, thousands of miles away from London.

She saw that there was indeed a cloth schoolbag on the edge of the cliff, and the hanging ornaments on it still belonged to this village alone.

A child threw everything on the side of the road, but she disappeared from the sea cliff. She saw the faint light lingering on the girl's schoolbag, and fell into the cliff again.

No way... Mary's heart trembled suddenly.

"Help me... save me... can anyone save me?"

A sudden cry for help made her stop the possibility that Alice might have disappeared here, and she walked along the edge of the cliff in surprise, "Alice, is that you?"

After getting an affirmative answer, she tried to dig down with the oil lamp, but Alice was not trapped on any stone.

"There is a cave here, I dare not come out!"

"How and where did you get—"

Mary's question made Alice hesitate, as if she was stuck in her throat because of something she was ashamed to say, "I, I..."

"Persevere! I'll call someone over right away!"

As soon as Alice heard Mary say that she wanted to call someone, she panicked and started repeating like her mother: "Don't, don't call someone! I should have been teleported - like a very magical force !magic……"

Magic power?Could it be that this child is...

From her upside-down word order, it was difficult for her to judge whether she was displaced due to the magic riot. Mary first used a disillusionment spell on herself, so that she could hide better in this weather.

Although it felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on her, she really didn't like the Disillusionment Charm.

She took a deep breath and groped for the raised stones on the cliff to climb down, which was much more difficult than when she was a child—she had grown taller, and it was not easy to perform in such a steep place.

Besides, it was still raining.

Estimating the distance from Alice's voice, she bit her wand, and through the light passing through the tip of the wand, she finally saw the cave where Alice was hiding. She immediately freed up one hand to hold the wand, planning to apparate to hole.

With a pop, Mary succeeded, without any danger.

She first dodged to a blind spot and touched the spell on her body. As soon as she came out, Alice hugged her. If it wasn't for the clever look in her eyes, Mary really thought that Alice had some genetic disease—— She was repeating some words about strange abilities again, as if an actor was not familiar with the script and could only repeat it over and over again.

"Mary, did you fly here?"

Alice's pupils flickered with a frenzied light, "Are you a witch? I think I am too, I was driven by a mysterious force—"

"You've said it six times." Mary thought she was a very patient person, but she really couldn't stand the fact that this little guy could repeat a sentence so many times, "I'll send you up, and if you're safe, Tell me, understand?"

Alice nodded, looking expectant.

Mary didn't think much about it. Although Alice was neurotic, there was a god-man Tom Riddle beside her. He could do anything when his magic power rioted.

She used the Levitation Charm to lift Alice up and down the ground until she could no longer see Alice.It took a while for Alice's answer to let her hang down.

But when she Apparated back to the cliff, Mary discovered that she had made a serious mistake -

The villagers surrounded Alice, all staring at her with strange eyes.

They turned their attention to Mary, who had Apparated, and were so terrified that someone finally shouted: "Witch!"

Mary hastened to protect Alice behind her. She saw her father and Alice's mother staring at her viciously in the group. She secretly grasped her wand and wondered if she could do it. mass amnestics—

Suddenly, someone hit her head vigorously with a blunt instrument, and liquid flowed down her forehead. Before she passed out, she turned her head and saw the stone in Alice's hand...

After an unknown amount of time, Mary first smelled a sour damp smell, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Her vision was blurred, and all she could remember was that they were surrounded by a group of villagers, and then Alice—

What the hell is going on here? !

After a while, she heard the ceiling creaking above her head, and Mary managed to stand up. She found that her hands were bound by iron rings, and one of her feet was also bound by an iron chain.

She stepped on something soft, it was all her clothes, and they turned out her luggage.

"You see, Lisa, I'm right, Joanna's daughter is really a witch!"

It's Kramer's voice!

"That's because that bitch is a witch, you idiot," Lisa said at this time, she had no habit of repeating, "I've been acting with you for so long, have you brought her little wooden stick? "

"Look, here it is!"

"This thing, can they use it to conjure things?"

Merlin, her wand!

What should she do, what will happen to her?

"Joanna used this thing to change things before, that bitch kept it from me for a long time, and then I found out that she went to the school of what kind of shit, oh who knows about that thing, my parents thought it was too much for a witch to come out of the house Luckily! I bah - this stick will be used by our Alice in the future, she is my daughter, there should be some school to write to her when she is 11 years old - after all, Joanna's blood is not white stay."

Mary understood that it was all a hoax!Alice's disappearance is fake, this Kramer is afraid of his own magic power, and colluded with his wife and children to act in a play!

"Didn't you get something good on her?" A new voice came from the room above the ceiling, and she recognized it—it was Sandro!

It seems that everyone is involved in it!

"She brought a few pieces of gold, some of which were fake, so I didn't take them. Here, this is for you."

"Just like that?"

"Okay, Sandro, what did you do?"

"I helped you travel to London! If Miranda didn't tell the truth after drinking, who would know that she helped Joanna take the child to London? Also, who helped you deal with Miranda! Give me more!"

Mary shuddered, she didn't know how many ugliness and lives she had brought about from her birth.

"Okay, I'll just give you a little more. Don't we always cooperate well?" After enough time for them to share the spoils, Kramer said again: "What do the villagers say?"

"It is said that this witch will be tried tomorrow. You know, since our sect was established, they have been very good at controlling it."

"Very good, here is some money, buy a better shackle tomorrow, to be honest, these wizards are weaker than ordinary people without the stick."

After a burst of laughter, the voice above was almost inaudible.Mary was at a loss underneath. She really didn't know how to do magic without a wand. In addition, there were guards above and she was locked up. The possibility of escaping was very slim.

etc--? !She suddenly thought that Kramer said that there were fake Galleons in her. How could this be possible? Maybe she wanted to escape too much, so she could only rely on the fake Galleon—even if she was cheated by someone Well, if it's a magic item, maybe it can help her...

She searched in her clothes with the faint light coming through the cracks in the wooden planks above her head, and finally found a Gallon reflecting metal light falling on the ground.

Mary was ecstatic, ignoring the dull pain in her head, and was busy holding the Galleon with both hands, fiddling with her hard, praying that it could conjure something else.

The whole operation lasted for almost an hour. When Mary was about to have no more expectations, she saw a line of English emerging from the edge of the Galleon through the dim light.

Mary.

It vibrated, and from it came a voice she had never expected so much, yet so familiar.

"Mary?"

The voice was a bit reluctant, but Mary was excited at this moment, and she had never been so eager to talk to him!

"Tom? Is it Tom?! Help me, I'm in Lancashire, the most western village on the Irish Sea, help me, I've been tricked—"

But that Jin Gallon didn't make a sound anymore.

It was like "dead".

Mary looked at the Galleon quietly. As the night passed, she heard the crowing of the rooster from the top. The sun should have risen, but her last hope was extinguished like a remaining candle.

Riddle didn't come.

The author has something to say: There are a lot of characters in this chapter.Here is another list of relationships.

Heinrich Kramer: Mary's uncle, Muggle.

Sandro Sprenger: Marie's fellow countryman, Kramer's man.

Lisa: Kramer's wife.

Alice: Kramer and Lisa's daughter, a Muggle.

Joanna: Mary's mother, Kramer's younger sister.

Lancashire: In the 17th century, there was a famous witch trial in Lancashire, England. Twelve people were accused of witchcraft and 12 were convicted.In that summer of 11, 1612% of all witches were sentenced in British history.For details, please refer to "Kester Witch Discovery".

Kramer and Sprenger were inspired by the famous medieval classic "The Witch's Hammer", and they are the main authors of this book.

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