[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary wants to get out of this loss.

Strictly speaking, she only remembered the memory of the beach.She tried to convince herself that this was a momentary impulse, and there was nothing worth remembering.

But because of this, her heart is always empty.She can't cleanly cut off a relationship like those who dare to love and hate.She was so indecisive that she would fantasize about how they ended up having sex in the months that followed.

Well, she wants to take back the word "lost", it can be said that she is extremely sad, because it must be a precious memory.

When she really recovered, it had been more than a year since the "breakup".

That is, in 21, Mary was 17 years old and Riddle was [-] years old.

This year's Christmas was rather unusual, and Mary seemed the happiest - many countries in Europe were completely liberated, and the world war was finally coming to an end.

"Mary, who will you dance with?" The girl who asked was already slim, "There will be a dance this Christmas!"

"You're very well informed, Minerva." Mary passed by with a glass of potion, yes, she also became good friends with this Gryffindor girl this year.

The friends she added with great difficulty!God knows how hard it is to make friends!

"This kind of story spreads the fastest. The war is coming to an end. Who doesn't want to have a good dance?" Minerva flipped a page of the magic book on her lap, "It happens that the seventh graders haven't graduated yet. , this year must be very lively."

"No seventh grade graduates at this time of year." Mary didn't know what she meant, and after putting the bottle back on the shelf, "Aren't you going to Quidditch practice?"

Minerva didn't answer her question, but added to her last sentence: "Of course our student council president didn't graduate, otherwise why should everyone care about this year's seventh grade?"

Of course Mary knew who she was referring to, she felt a little irritated, and tried to maintain a nonchalant attitude: "Are all the girls willing to dance with him?"

"Oh, Mary, can't you feel it? How come 80.00% of the girls in school want to dance with Riddle," she shrugged in a naughty tone, "The remaining 20.00%, like me, would also feel that dancing with Riddle It’s not bad to dance with such good people.”

Mary's brows were slightly wrinkled, her lips were raised slightly, and then quickly pursed together, causing a slight tremor of her nose.

During this series of actions, she still decided to keep silent on topics related to Riddle.

Minerva didn't pay attention to these details, thinking that Mary was not interested in Riddle, she planned to start another sentence, and asked the first question: "Who are you going to dance with?"

"I haven't thought about it," she said truthfully: "My colleague."

"Merlin, Mary," Minerva sighed, "I swear I respect the professors at the school, I swear—but whether it's Professor Dumbledore or Billy, Professor Merles, and so on, Are they all over half a century old? Even our headmaster, Professor Dippet - is hundreds of years old! You are only 21 years old, Mary, or some students come to invite you, isn't it - as mentioned earlier Your Hufflepuff boyfriend."

"Please, you know this is fake, and you still use it to make fun of me." Mary was annoyed when she said this, she didn't know why she was passed the news, "You better go to training quickly, aren't you Are you saying that your captain is very strict?"

"It's very fierce, Mary." Minerva sighed and closed the book. "If I love Quidditch, he loves it ten times as much as I do. He can't live without the ball."

Minerva got out of bed, walked slowly to the door of the school hospital, turned to her and said, "Honestly, Mary. You are the most rigid young girl I have ever met."

She then ran away just as Mary was about to start talking back.

Mary would never label herself like that, she thought she was just being serious about things.

Besides, she really didn't know who she could dance with.

However, this question will soon have an answer.

When this man came to Mary, she was also really surprised.

"Did someone invite you to dance?" The gold buttons on his embroidered vest were already quite tight, "Hey, for this year's dance, Armando said that he only wanted to invite people from the school to participate, but it's not easy for me to find a dance partner. "

"Professor Slughorn, I haven't thought about getting involved in the ball yet." Mary waved her wand and helped Professor Billy decorate the big Christmas tree in the foyer.

"So you mean no?" Slughorn glanced at the Christmas tree, suggested "should move this a bit to the left", and returned to the topic, twisting his fat body, "I think, Can I invite you? Just dance, a ballroom dance full of friendship with colleagues."

"You're joking, of course you can invite me." Mary replied without thinking, "Professor Slughorn, you may have forgotten that I was once your student, and you took me to Diagon Alley."

"Oh, I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten!" He didn't know if he was really impressed with Mary when he answered this way, because he has his own system for his attitude towards students, but on the whole he treats every student well. Kindly, "Hogwarts duelist master, eh?"

Sure enough, it was easier for him to remember this.

Mary sighed inwardly, but said, "But, Professor Slughorn, I can't dance."

Slughorn looked at his watch, narrowed his eyes, and looked awakened: "This is just right, come with me!"

He didn't give any explanation, just took Mary's arm and said to Billy loudly: "Professor Billy, you can do it yourself, we have more important things!"

Slughorn pulled Mary to a classroom. She thought she had just found an empty classroom that no one was using, but when she walked in, she found that it must have been enchanted, and it was larger than the other classrooms. There are many, many people can be accommodated.

And when Mary saw a group of Slytherin students in school uniforms looking at them in unison, she wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

If time went back to 10 minutes ago, she wouldn't agree to Slughorn if she died!

"Suddenly..." She wanted to find an excuse to leave, for some reason she felt that she was about to make a fool of herself.

"Son, get in!" Slughorn ignored her protest, and dragged Mary, whose body had subconsciously moved backward, involuntarily.

Slughorn is a good person. While pulling Mary to the center, he whispered good things to her: "Don't you know how to dance? I happen to be teaching my students, and I need a dance partner. Mary, if you leave, I will be laughed at by my students! Do you have the heart to let your former teacher be laughed at?"

"Trust me, professor, they will never laugh at you." They laughed at her!

"My children, I would like to introduce you to my dancing partner—Miss Mary." Slughorn pretended that she agreed directly, "You must be familiar with the others, so I won't go into too much detail. This time I mainly teach you how to dance."

Among the Slytherins present, excluding those below the fourth grade, there were probably dozens of them.Fortunately for Mary, they didn't show too many expressions. Maybe this was an extra class for Slughorn to entertain himself, and everyone wanted to finish it quickly and take a rest.

Including Tom Riddle.

His position is not prominent, but he is conspicuous itself, his hair is a little longer, slightly curly, and his cheeks are a little sunken, but these suit him perfectly, making him more handsome.

When she described him like this, it didn't mean that she hadn't met him in a year, on the contrary, she had met him countless times. It was just that Mary didn't want to observe him more, which would only increase her distraction time.

"Tango," came Slughorn's voice again, and he waved his wand, and out of nowhere a huge old-fashioned phonograph appeared, with golden horns blooming like lilies, "as the name suggests—"

He twisted a few movements to the music from the phonograph. To be honest, dancing with his figure not far from bloated was a bit funny, but he hadn't realized it yet.He took Mary's hand and began improvising.

Mary was born in an orphanage, so how could she have learned dance music systematically? When she was in the army, it would be no problem to let her dance a few times casually, but the problem is that these Slytherins must know how unfamiliar she is!

Just like that, Mary was embarrassed and couldn't jump up with Slughorn. She was a little clumsy, but fortunately she was able to keep up with the tune and didn't step on Slughorn's feet.

His palms dragged her back and turned her around. Mary's eyes just happened to stay in the row with Riddle, and she saw his eyes just happened to rest on her face.

Riddle crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned back lazily on the chair behind him, and faced the emerald green, he snorted coldly, tilted his head a little, and didn't know what he was expressing.

Of course, Mary didn't understand either. She resisted him in her heart and thought of Slughorn teaching her leg movements in a low voice during the dance steps just now. She deserves to have a good-looking swaying and walking, coupled with her quiet face, she has just the right amount of amorous feelings.

It may be that she has brought some atmosphere, and the second half of the song can be played better, but if she has reached a certain level with only one song, it is overestimating her.

"It's still okay, you have to practice hard when you go back!" Slughorn was very satisfied with his partner, and as soon as he finished speaking, the Slytherins applauded them rhythmically.

Mary smiled shyly, "I should be able to make it for Christmas."

She subconsciously glanced at Riddle, then quickly retracted it, and continued to watch Slughorn call the students to come up and practice.

Of course that person noticed his little movements, he had a mocking hypocritical smile on his face, but it was normal and charming to others.

"Tom, I suddenly felt the charm of a mature woman today." The boy next to him approached him and said softly.

"Oh?" Riddle didn't look away from Mary, he clapped his hands mechanically, and asked coldly, "Really?"

This classmate thinks Mr. Riddle is a bit scary now.

Maybe he didn't like this extracurricular activity either.

The author has something to say: Mary: I want to die.

Riddle: I wish you all were dead.

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