[HP] Tom next door to Mary

King's Cross Station was crowded with people, except for the Muggles driving the train, there were those people in robes between the ninth and tenth platforms.

Of course, there are still a few amnestics hiding around, in case any troublemaker makes any news.

"You should take her with you!" The blond woman carried an iron cage, and put it on the boy's trolley beside her under the eyes of all the Muggles probing.

This was not surprising at all.

To say it was strange was that she was the head nurse of Hogwarts, and he was the most famous good student at Hogwarts.

The owl in the cage was jolted around and flapped its wings a few times.

There was no unnecessary expression on the boy's face, he just raised his hand and gently landed on the armrest of the cage.But he was quickly photographed by the person next to him, "Tom, she likes you, let her follow you - just treat it as a gift from me to become a prefect? ​​Although it is a long time late - how many people have given it to you?" Did you get a gift?"

Riddle didn't speak up immediately, and held the handle of the cart again.But he was thinking in his heart that many people had come to celebrate his becoming a prefect, but those material things were not what he urgently needed now.

He was bored.

"No one." He simply said an insignificant lie, "Just you."

"Oh..." Mary didn't say anything, she was carrying her small suitcase, but she was thinking about Riddle's friends. But that was all hypocrisy, and she didn't even give any celebration gifts. She insisted, and secretly vowed to treat Riddle better in the future.

"Then I'll go in first," she waved to him, "See you at school."

She walked through the wall without waiting for Riddle to say anything. She liked this feeling, as if she was still in school, or even a classmate with Riddle.

The steam covered everyone on the platform, she turned her head, but she didn't see Riddle coming in.

Mary didn't think much, and got on the train quickly, and she needed to find a good seat first.

When she passed the carriages one by one, she found that many boxes were already full.Even if such a horrible thing happened last semester, everyone cheered up again, and laughter filled the whole train.

Mary felt a little regretful, she should have come earlier, there is no one completely empty box here.

She could only squeeze into a box at random, and the girls inside took a look at her and continued to talk about the anecdotes they saw during their summer vacation.

Mary thinks that she has a problem in communication. She feels that she is far worse than Riddle in this area. She has had difficulty integrating into girls' topics before, and there are too many things she has never heard of. She was afraid of saying something wrong so that others would laugh at her, and gradually she dared not speak up.

In the past, there was Mirabella who could grab her and hold her firmly in the group.

And now... well, she's so stupid.

To be honest, the position she is in now is quite embarrassing.Colleagues have no peers, but to students, she is considered an adult, a teacher who is going to sit in the teacher's seat.

Mary bowed her head and played with the lace on her skirt, and heard the girl next to her tell the story of her on-off and on-off relationship with the Gryffindor boy.

"You should break up with him directly, Gryffindor boys are too reckless and unlovable." Another girl said, twirling her brown hair with her fingers.

"You are prejudiced against Gryffindor, and you say that you Ravenclaws have good boys!" That one was not to be outdone, and choked back: "In my opinion, it's an idiot!"

"I think you are angry that you were stumped when you tried to enter our common room last time, so you can only use your mouth to target our college," the brown-haired girl said unhurriedly: "However, I want to find a stan recently." Lytlin boys give it a try."

"Oh, come on. There are quite a few rules in pure-blood families—" Another black-haired girl snorted coldly, "Speaking of which, have you ever chased after Riddle?"

Mary was drawn to the name, and she eavesdropped more carefully.

"Ah, Tom Riddle!" He was obviously more interested in talking about his Gryffindor boyfriend just now, "He has a miserable life experience, excellent grades, gentle personality, and the most important thing is - he is so handsome!"

"Sorry, just correct me, it's absolutely beautiful." The brown-haired girl's voice was several times happier.

"He may be the most difficult person in the world to chase." Only the black-haired girl sighed, "He hasn't been in a relationship, has he? No? Have you ever seen him get close to any girl?"

The other two answered in the negative.

"Almighty Merlin!" The black-haired girl clasped her hands together and begged, "I've noticed him since the first grade! Does he not like women at all—no! He must, but he doesn't like me... ..No, it's not that he doesn't like me, he just doesn't want to fall in love! When he thinks about it, I'll be the first one!"

"Stop it, the guy in my dorm who likes Riddle has said this a million times." The brown-haired girl sneered, "If he is chased by me, I won't sit in the same box with you now."

"It's you who should stop delusional, miss." The person next to her said: "You chased after the fourth grade, but you are still sitting next to me now."

Mary wanted to chime in, you don't get a chance whether you're in first or seventh grade!Because Tom likes her!She has known him much longer than you!And you don't know what kind of person he is, only she knows!

Mary's little vanity factor was at an all-time high. After thinking about it, she finally choked out a sentence: "Don't you consider Hufflepuff boys?"

As soon as the words fell, the heads of the three girls turned around in unison, and they all looked at her curiously.

"I think the boys in our college are pretty good." Mary thought she had said something wrong, but forced herself to continue because of their eyes: "They...are considerate and love each other very much."

"Miss Mary..." The black-haired girl looked serious, and slowly approached her: "Are you in a relationship?"

Mary subconsciously gave a "hmm" and her tone rose.

"With students?" asked another.

Mary was taken aback—is this obvious?

"Hufflepuff?"

"I don't." She felt absurd again, and continued to deny, "Don't think about it. I just think you can consider the boys in our college."

The three of them looked at each other and wrote "it really happened" on their faces.

"You used to have a good time with Mr. Prewett, but now you have found a young boy..." The black-haired girl smiled, "You really don't look like you, you don't seem to be very good at seducing men Type... Oh, don't get me wrong, I just want to ask you, Miss Mary, you should teach me how to please others—I want to be with Riddle!"

Mary stood up straight away, feeling extremely guilty. She faltered and denied repeatedly, quickly rushed out of the box, and walked two carriages as if fleeing before stopping.

She patted her chest twice, trying to calm her beating heart. Suddenly, a leg crossed in front of her sight, blocking her way like this.

She leaned back slightly, frowning slightly, and suddenly felt an inexplicable wind penetrate into the bottom of her skirt, she hurriedly pressed it with her hands so that she would not lose her clothes.After completing this set of movements, she heard a narrow laugh from the side.

"My regards, Miss Mary."

That person also seemed to be a senior, and the person he was elbowing was the person who made her very vain and guilty just now.

Riddle was half a head taller than him, and his mouth raised a hypocritical arc.

"Oh, hello." Mary was upset, but she still smirked at the boy stretching his legs, "If I remember correctly, you are Selwyn."

The recognized boy smiled heartlessly, winked at Mary, and made a soft "da" sound with his tongue.

"I'm pretty talented, see, Riddle?" He waved his hands to show that he didn't use a wand. "It's nice to be an adult, isn't it—hey, I only studied for one summer, maybe I will be the next wizard on the wizard card!"

"Okay, Salwyn." Riddle's voice could not hear any emotion, but he spoke very slowly, as if he was suppressing something.He put his hand on Selwyn's shoulder, motioning him to stop making fun of her.

It's not like Mary hasn't seen such a thing.After the age of fifteen or sixteen, boys' interest in women doubles.She also knew how to deal with it - she immediately took out her wand and used a slipping spell on the boy, causing Selwyn to fall to the ground, and said to him unhurriedly: "Remember to be polite to the lady, Selwyn Chairman Wen, I think, the new semester is about to start, you wouldn't like to let the gems of your college go away as soon as you enter the school, would you?"

In fact, she only stared at Riddle. To him, after thinking about it, she just said dryly: "You guys should change into your school uniforms, the station is almost here."

He straddled Selwyn and walked side by side with Mary.

"Are you angry?" he asked quietly.

"A little bit." She muttered.

"Oh."

The vanity dissipated after that sentence, she really wanted his admirers to see that your Prefect Riddle was nothing more than that.

Not only did he not directly attack, but after she expressed her anger - there was only one!

"Then why are you following me?" She became even angrier.

"My box is here." He stopped suddenly, opened the door of the box, clasped the door frame with five fingers, and leaned gently, "You are weird, why are you angry at me?"

"You are not less angry at me because of others."

Riddle looked at her coldly, said "I didn't" and closed the door.

She was dissatisfied, but she could only purse her lips and go back to her box. The girls had already changed into their school uniforms, and when they saw her coming in, they chirped around her and asked if her Hufflepuff boyfriend was secretly dating. went.

She was a little annoyed, so she reprimanded them not to speculate wildly with a sullen face. At this time, the train whistle stopped at the right time, and the girls smiled and ran away with their luggage.

Mary sighed helplessly, changed into her long red uniform dress, and got out of the car with her luggage.

The sound of the train was humming, and from time to time the old warden's voice of "first graders here" came from time to time.Mary reassured herself that she had to look on the bright side, but she was back at Hogwarts again.

There is no major event this year. Principal Armando just reminded a few words about the dangers of night tours and asked everyone to pay attention to personal safety, and then ended his speech.

She scanned the circle of freshmen, counted the last ones who arrived at Hufflepuff, and began to eat without interest.

"Hey, Mary." The transfiguration professor beside her greeted her abruptly, "How was your vacation?"

"I'm fine, Professor Dumbledore." She answered him with a smile. "I hope you are too."

"Oh, of course. Where are you and your Hufflepuff boyfriend?" Dumbledore asked as he ate a carrot-shaped pastry that was on the plate in front of him.

Mary was drinking her own pumpkin juice, but she choked in fright at Dumbledore's words, coughing and waving her hands, "I, cough—I really, cough, I didn't pay—"

Mary thought to herself: Isn't this gossip spreading too fast? !

"What about Tom?" Dumbledore continued to tease.

"Huh?!" Mary stared straight at her eyes, coupled with the residual pumpkin juice foam on her upper lip, she seemed even more stunned.

"Tom Riddle," he added. "Aren't you on good terms with him?"

"Do I have a good relationship with him? Professor Dumbledore, why do you always mention him to me?" Mary's face was hot, and she felt as if someone was beating a drum on her heart, "What's the matter, you can do it Ask him yourself...I know very little about him."

"Oh, I don't mean anything else." Although Dumbledore wore weird half-moon glasses, but the blue eyes behind them were shining brightly, he said with a smile: "I thought you met often."

Mary was afraid that someone would recognize Riddle at the Leaky Cauldron and the professors would hear about it, so she could only find a way to prevaricate.

"You're joking." Mary almost couldn't straighten her tongue when she lied to Dumbledore, "Tom has many other friends, we only meet occasionally."

She didn't know if Dumbledore saw through it or not, so she just dared to eat it with her head down. Fortunately, no one talked to her about her boyfriend or Riddle anymore.

After dinner, she will go to her work place.No matter how mischievous the students were, it would be difficult for them to report to the school hospital on the first day of school. After using the cleaning spell, Mary prepared to change her uniform and go back to her dormitory to rest.

"Mary."

She had just taken off her apron when the clear voice reached her ears.She knew who was calling her, which made her pause for a moment, wondering if she should continue to be angry with him.

"Time flies, have you already arranged all the freshmen?" She asked casually, "Then you should also have a good rest in the dormitory."

"...Are you still angry?" Riddle's tone sank, but the voice of a 16-year-old boy was full of magnetism and pleasant.

"Mary, you have changed since you started school. You have to remember that you were lying in my arms obediently just yesterday." He leaned against the door with his arms folded, mocking the embarrassing truth.

"I didn't." Mary was almost tired of saying this sentence today, and she didn't know which sentence she was denying Riddle, "Then what do you want me to do, this is Hogwarts."

"So that's why you generously admitted that you have a Hufflepuff boyfriend?" He snorted coldly, and said slowly: "Mary, you really have one—Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff Odd...will there be a Ravenclaw next time?"

"You came here for this matter?" Mary felt a headache, and her tone began to be bad, "It's okay for others, and you believe it? Then I also want to ask you to laugh beside me when others blow my skirt What? Because he's the president of the student body, don't you dare, Tom?"

"I dare not?" Riddle seemed to have heard the biggest joke of all time. He stood up straight, his black hair swaying slightly with his movements, "I will let him die."

"You suck." Mary thought Riddle's joke could not be more stupid, she rolled her eyes, and didn't want to talk nonsense with him.

But who would have thought that Riddle stepped forward and grabbed her and walked out.

"Let go, Tom!"

She couldn't match her strength, no matter how she patted him, it couldn't change the fact that she was dragged out of the castle by him.

Her hands were red from being held by him, and she even wanted to use her teeth.

"Where are you going, Tom?!" She didn't dare to speak too loudly, "What if someone patrols and sees it?"

"What are you afraid of, did we do something?" He still didn't let go, "Even if we did something, I would say that you were seducing me, that you were leading me, that you wanted to have sex with me, anyway you would think about it. "

"Are you sick?" Mary became more anxious, but they were getting farther and farther away from the castle, and closer and closer to the Quidditch pitch.

She didn't understand even more, "You want to play Quidditch?"

Riddle led Mary left and right, took out his wand and used Arahorn to open a room, and looked at the green and silver sign, this room belonged to Slytherin.

"Didn't you keep saying you wanted to fight?" He pulled out a big box from the corner and threw it in front of her. "I kept thinking about it during the summer vacation. What happened?"

"At this time?"

"Otherwise? No one is likely to touch Quidditch today." Riddle picked a broom at random, and threw another broom to her.

"I can't keep up with your thinking!" Mary took the broom and tried to use a tough attitude: "You didn't explain it, let alone we were arguing just now!"

Riddle pulled the box and walked towards the court with a blank expression, then turned his head: "Don't you feel happy when you talk about Quidditch?"

She probably understood the soft factor hidden in this awkward person's words, and she left those bad elements behind.

Besides, she really wanted to play Quidditch.

She really didn't expect that Riddle, who doesn't play much on the court, is also better than ordinary people in Quidditch, and she is a bit raw, but she quickly adjusted her status.

After all, this is an entertaining game for two, and they didn't use the Snitch, a Quaffle and a Bludger would suffice.

The rules are simple, there is no goalkeeper, whoever gets ten goals ahead wins.

She's also athletic and can definitely score goals while dodging Bludgers.But unfortunately, another player always likes to brush against the rules. He relentlessly tried to knock her off the broom at least three times while grabbing the ball.

She didn't get hit by him for nothing, she picked the right time and let the Bludger fly towards him, but Riddle was not stupid, he could dodge it.

But when Mary and Riddle were eight to five, Mary felt that his face changed. When she was about to throw the ninth one, the poor Quaffle suddenly turned a corner and flew towards the gate of the Forbidden Forest. direction.

"Oh, please! Is it that difficult to admit that others are better than you?" Mary's interest was broken, she sat on the broom and stared at him, "You and I just can't afford to lose."

She took control of the broom and flew towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, took the wand, and cast the Coming Charm around, and finally, the Quaffle was back in her hands.

"Mary."

He also flew over and stopped beside her.

"Okay, I'm not angry." She threw the Quaffle to him, then shook her hair, "It's time to go back, take a shower, it's really hot."

The blond hair under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of silver yarn, which made her look a little more mysterious than usual.

It did make him want to kiss her even more.

Poor Broomstick and Quaffle don't know they've been sidelined by the nerd in love.

She accepted his kiss, and before doing anything else, she was gently responding to him.

He wasn't going to just kiss and call it a day now, he wanted more.He needs to cling to her, to suck.He also needs to tell her to be nice first.

"You're so warm, Mary."

His energy is high, urgent and fierce.

"I, uh..." She was blurred by his kiss, and spoke softly, "I just finished exercising, and it's all warm."

"No, no, it's different." One of his hands reached out to the back of her neck covered by long hair, and pressed it gently, trying to touch her bones.

"Mary..." His other hand slid down, touching the very hot, softest place wrapped in white elastic fabric, easily letting her lean against the old man who was thicker than a person Tree.

He found that there was nothing he could do about it.

At this time, he has the best patience and temper in the world.He didn't find her talk irritating, and to be honest, he didn't care about anything now.

"Oh, my God, you don't want to... be here?" She recovered a bit of reason, "This is not far from the Forbidden Forest!"

"Admit it, Mary." He glanced down at her hands hanging on him, "You are just as excited, why care about where this is. The important thing is you and me, we understand each other, and our ideas need to be resolved with each other. "

He moved while talking, and he was already proficient in tearing down the last line of defense.

"Tom, I—"

"You think, tell me the truth, Mary!" he interrupted, blocking her lips, and moving his fingers at the same time.Mary thought she was really torn. On the one hand, she wanted to tell him that his technique was extremely poor, but he occasionally encountered a position that made her tremble, which made her vaguely expect.

She was terrible, she heard the indescribably wonderful sound of water, and even closed her legs subconsciously, and suddenly all kinds of messy sounds came from the Forbidden Forest, she flinched in fright, and got closer to him.

"Oh." Riddle sighed, it was a light sigh full of confusion and curiosity.

He hesitated no more, he knew he would have her all.

The author has something to say: During the period of passionate love, you won't quarrel for too long.

Riddle now regards himself as a boyfriend, and the spectrum is very large.

现在都是很甜的。感谢在2020-10-2601:26:17~2020-11-0113:07:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: justwe, 1 kill in eight consecutive kills;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of looking for Neverland; 6 bottles of joking with Marysu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!