[HP] Tom next door to Mary

As Christmas approaches, the school is getting busier day by day.

Slughorn was most excited at the dinner table, he was always fond of a lively party.For example, he suggested that Armando buy more flavored mead, or invite some bands composed of vampires. He has friends in this regard.

Of course, the latter, Amando, still refused on the grounds that he was unwilling to invite outsiders and that the vampire was difficult to control.

Professor Beerly's concern was that the students were starting to be absent-minded in herbal medicine class, and he asked Professor Mellors in a low voice if he should give them more final assignments.And Professor Mellors told himself about himself, about the specific time of his retirement.

This aroused the interest of Ogg, the key keeper, and he also participated in calculating his suitable retirement age. Dumbledore was relatively neutral. He might be thinking about other things. I heard that someone came to trouble him recently. " thing.He wiped his crescent-shaped lenses with a smile, and was distracted by answering Billy's question—he didn't intend to spoil the wonderful time of this semester with too much homework.

Mary is eating pie, that is to say, eat with peace of mind and don't care about world affairs.

She was thinking the same thing as the other students - what to wear to the Yule Ball.

She bought some cosmetics a few years ago and can still use them, so the money is left over.But that meeting did not buy a suitable dress, because she never thought of attending an occasion that required formal clothing.

To spend a lot of money on a dress that is only worn once, although she has already saved a considerable fortune, she is still reluctant to bear it.

"Or you can choose this outfit!" When she was still struggling with the shopping page of "Glamour Witch", Minerva put her shoulders from behind, pointed to the moving pictures and said: "Your The hair is golden, and it looks very hot with the red dress!"

"But I already have a red dress, you see, my uniform is also red." Mary decided not to contribute sales to Gryffindor Red.

"It's two different things." Minerva pouted. "You can't wear a red dress all your life? What about the green one?"

"There's no discount on this one." Of course, she didn't intend to contribute to Slytherin Green, "Or I'd better not buy it, I believe that no one will say anything about less formal dresses."

"Whatever you want, Mary," Minerva rubbed her forehead, obviously not understanding her stinginess, "but Mary, didn't you say that you cherish every day in school? Then you should save some beautiful shots in school."

"You're right, I really don't dress myself up, and it's a great waste!" Her fingers frantically flicked away on the shopping list, "I'll just buy this!"

Minerva took a closer look, [-]% off.

But Mary felt that she had lost all her money.In addition to waiting for the dress to arrive these days, she is practicing dance steps.Her request is still quite simple, as long as she doesn't step on other people's feet.

And on Christmas Day, there were a lot of students staying at school, and they chattered in the corridors, discussing the procedure of the evening dance, or who someone's dance partner was, or which poor soul didn't have a dance partner.

No one visits the school hospital today, except for a few children with sudden outbreaks of acne-this word is not used well, it can be said that they are careful to maintain their image today, for fear that something will go wrong and they will miss the prom, even if it is just a penny Second.The dance will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock that night and will end at twelve midnight.

Mary is also getting ready.Her black dress did not make her look as passionate as the red one.There is not much embellishment on the whole, only a few pearls for embellishment.

Fortunately, the size was more suitable, which happened to reflect her slender waist. After a little thought, she decided to tie her hair into a bun, adding an intellectual but lazy beauty.

The foyer was now full of students, circling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock, when the doors of the auditorium would open.Some people want to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeeze sideways through the crowd, looking for each other's figure.

A group of Slytherins came up the steps from their underground common room.The girls all looked sideways, of course their focus was not on Slytherin, but on Riddle walking in the front. He was wearing a high-quality black dress robe, with an exquisite snake-shaped brooch pinned to his chest, and a silver pendant. The chain hangs from the shoulder.He showed his charm to the fullest with every gesture.

As for his dancing partner, it seemed to be a well-behaved lady, she was dressed even more gorgeously, tightly holding Riddle's arm, and receiving countless envious looks from other girls.

Mary conspiratorially guessed that Riddle's clothes were given to him by this lady.

Phew, Tom.

At this moment Slughorn also pushed his way through the crowd to her, or you could say he pushed them all away.He was wearing a red robe, covering his round figure.He must have had something to drink to make him look refreshed, maybe a Vitality Tonic, or a Felicia, who knows.

At eight o'clock, he took her into the auditorium, and joined the dance floor after the students finished leading the dance.

Mary made no mistakes, she studied hard, and she did the same with dancing.

But they only danced once, and Slughorn returned to his seat and began to eat his snack, one hand covered with icing sugar.

He holds a glass of red wine in the other hand, "Mary, you know I have a club? I like to meet some nice people... If I were throwing a dance party, I might invite... And find some goblins..."

It's a pity that Mary is not interested in the topics that Slughorn is most interested in. She can only listen quietly, and will not answer a question until Slughorn asks her "What do you think" and "Is it so?" Um.

Not knowing if he had finally sensed her lack of interest, Slughorn drew his wand, out of nowhere, out of nowhere an old-fashioned camera, and invited the other teachers to join in as well.

This is very warm in Mary's eyes, and she finally has a new group photo-she and Slughorn standing in the middle, surrounded by several Hogwarts educators in the 40s.They raised their glasses together, hoping that the world will embrace peace in the future.

The magic camera wasn't developed out of film, she was woven out of magic in some ways, so just before the prom was over that night, Mary got the picture.

Next, she never thought that she was still popular, at least, five boys asked her to dance.

It allowed her to actually enjoy a prom under the illusion that her school days weren't over.

After the dance was completely over, some students stayed in the corridor in groups of twos and threes and did not return to their dormitories.But most of them were drunk, some patted each other on the back, some were lost because of relationship problems, and the other was comforting by the side.There are also those who rush to the dormitory excitedly, and there are also lingering couples who are unwilling to separate...

She held up her photo and walked quickly to the school hospital. She didn't have the heart to observe the students, she just wanted to go back and put this photo in her treasure chest.

Suddenly, the photo in her hand flew up by itself, but she didn't catch it, so she could only follow its direction.

But who knew, just as she turned a corner, she was pulled into a dark corridor by a force.

She sometimes hates that the castle often moves, and the space is set up in a strange way.For example, like now, she is in a corridor that can barely accommodate two people, and she can feel the heat of the other person's breath, which makes her skin goose bumps.

She clung tightly to his high-end coat, which wasn't exactly warm.

"Mary."

Needless to say, it was him.

"Where's my picture?"

Mary asked him directly, and tried to break free from his confinement.

Riddle held the freshly released group photo in his other hand, and he looked at it with the subtle light.He believes that compared to the previous photos, she has grown up, and Mary has finally abandoned her shyness, and at least she is no longer so timid in front of the camera.

He said: "Mary, the war is coming to an end, whether it's Muggles or wizards, you don't think you can continue to stay here, do you?"

"Can you just shut up if you don't know how to speak?" Mary reached out and grabbed Riddle's wrist, trying to pull his hand from her waist away, "I know myself, and I didn't intend to stay forever. Unlike You, Tom, do you like Miss Pureblood?"

"Oh, you really like to observe me." Instead, he pressed her closer, and Mary noticed that something was wrong, and there was a fermented malt taste in his mouth.

"It's half a catty, Tom, you don't need to stop me in your spare time." She didn't care, and continued to blame him in reverse, and now she was going to pick his fingers directly.

After a brief silence, Mary was the first to be overwhelmed.

"Okay, Tom, this place is not suitable for us to talk—" At this time, two or three accompanying students passed by, and Mary shrank for fear of being discovered by them. Fortunately, they were happily talking about today's beautiful girl, Didn't notice everything that happened in this corner.

"Give me the photo." She didn't dare to speak loudly, making her look even more vulnerable.

Riddle didn't refuse this time, and returned the group photo.

Mary took it and forced herself to walk sideways, with Riddle right behind her.

She had just regained contact with the light of the spacious corridor, and was once again obscured by the black robe she had mentioned repeatedly today.

"You—" She pulled the robe, only showing a pair of eyes, and just about to have a seizure, she heard Riddle talking to someone, although it was nothing more than a few greetings.

She didn't dare to make a sound anymore, and let Riddle wrap her arms around her shoulders, for fear that anyone would recognize her.

"I want to go." Her eyes frantically output information to Riddle, her body is not evenly fighting against his hand.

Riddle didn't take it seriously at all, and said a few words to the person who came, and Mary was a little curious about the extent of Riddle's influence in Slytherin. The person respected him, even to the level of respect.He didn't ask who the people around him were, as if he didn't dare to gossip about Riddle's gossip.

Riddle finished the irrelevant topic and took Mary away. He lowered his head slightly, hesitated for a long time and did not speak.

At this moment, Mary saw through the light that Riddle's pale cheeks were blushing, and he was indeed drunk.

She wished she could kick him away.

"Do you choose to go back to sleep by yourself, or to be kicked back to sleep?" Mary gave him a choice.

This made Riddle's expression suddenly collapse, like a child who failed to play a prank, looking at Mary sullenly.

"Don't look at me like that, Tom." Mary thought it was the same as his expression when they were children when they stepped on the iron gate bars and watched other children be led away. "You are a little disappointed by this, aren't you? But this Everything is of your own making."

"I don't need to defend myself." Riddle started to speak stiffly after being hit.

"Then you go back, we have nothing to say, Mr. Chairman, you have a bright future, that's enough." Mary clapped Riddle's hand on her shoulder, "We are destined to be different people, don't waste each other's time."

"The letters I've had the owl send me this year—"

"Tom, you don't have a mouth, do you?" Mary smiled victoriously, "Why should I open and read what you wrote, I burned them all—you see, if you have something to say in person, communication will be much easier. "

To be honest, Riddle did send her a few letters this year, and she thought it was funny, and retaliated by putting them all on fire.

"Mary." His breath was full of anger, and he rubbed his temples with his fingers, suppressing his headache, "Then please give me a bottle of sobriety."

Mary wondered what he meant by "please." "That's all right."

Before she finished speaking, Riddle led her around a corner and headed towards the school hospital, which made Mary sure that even if she disagreed, he would go to the school hospital.

Be careful what he does.

As soon as Riddle arrived at the school hospital, he let her go and sat on the bed, his eyes were a little blurred, it could be seen that he drank a lot of alcohol today.

But he had been watching Mary's every move, which made her shudder, and secretly clenched her wand while making the potion, just in case something happened.

When she heard him start to move, her hand shook, and the dropper in her hand fell on the table.

"It's almost ready, after you've had your drink—" She turned, but she had her wand in her hand.

Unexpectedly, his wine-smelling lips collided with hers.

I only heard the dropper she dropped on the table fall to the ground after a burst of rolling, making a crisp sound.

Next, more glass bottles were pushed to the ground, making a loud shattering sound.

"Well, Tom—" She was lifted up to sit on the table, "Riddle! Well, I—"

Mary struggled against the masculine power, "You fucking go crazy! You don't need me anymore! Push me away! Is your biological need being addressed now? Please, go find someone else—someone else!" "

She held her wand against him as if holding a knife.

"No, Mary. No!" His voice was louder than hers, as if threatening her, "You are mine, although I didn't have time to get to the bottom of it-but I know you belong to me, it should have been a long time ago !"

Like the prize he got from the orphanage kids would be hidden in his treasure box.Tom Riddle has his own theory about this collectivism. He takes it for granted that Mary should belong to him forever, and no matter what he does, as long as he wants, Mary must return to him.

"Come on, Tom! You wiped my memory! It's you! Your moodiness makes me sick! What am I? A toy? I don't need the proximity of someone like you! Pooh!" Mary spat at him, "You let me go, if you really want to, just let everyone know what you did to the head nurse, this is Hogwarts!"

Fuck Riddle's future!

Riddle's heart was burning with anger——

She went to find other people and still treated him like this. Does she know how many times he has let her go!

Mary!You live by my mercy!

He thought he was starting to be more irritable, angrier than seeing her dance with someone else, or smile at someone else's tender smile.

Listen to what this liar said. She said that she likes to receive letters. He wrote to her this year, but she still doesn't forgive him. What's the matter?

He will graduate soon, he can't control her, she will fall into strange dreams with others at any time, wanting a home and love, mortal thoughts occupy her head forever!

He needs to put her next to him, he's going to do it anyway, he's almost taken that step before, but it's just the way it was - he didn't control the spell, it only took a tiny bit The Oblivion Curse would be fine, but Mary insisted on stopping him, always thinking of others!

And now she can't change her memory, high-intensity thinking spells will drive people crazy.

He, Tom Riddle, is definitely not a dictator.

He would make Mary change her mind and come to him.

The strategy of delaying the attack came in handy here.

"Mary," he suppressed his anger, and took out his wand, "it's my fault that we can't—"

"What are you doing?!" Mary poked his chest forward with her wand, telling him that her wand was in hand!

"Dancing?" He waved his wand, and classical music sounded inexplicably in the room.

"You're out of your mind!" Dancing inexplicably?

He didn't return either, and put his wand back into his robe pocket, expressing that he really wanted to live in peace, "Isn't today Christmas? Can't we abandon the past at Christmas and simply dance?"

"No." Mary replied firmly: "And I want you to go now."

"What if I insist?" Riddle reached out to hold her palm, feeling her warmth, "Don't refuse me, Mary."

He wrapped his arms around her waist again, slowly rubbing the fabric of her dress, "I envy the people who dance with you."

"You have a dance partner yourself." Mary rolled her eyes, stepped on his foot, and said in a strange voice, "I'm just a poor girl from an orphanage, and I can't dance."

"You speak sourly, in fact, I am the same, how can people like us choose our own dance partner at will?" Riddle said falsely, in fact, he didn't really have a few people in his heart.

Their steps move among the shards of glass.

"Who is going to dance with you?" Mary found that he had begun to approach her unscrupulously, which was much more ambiguous than the ballroom dance of Professor Slughorn's colleagues.

If she hadn't been angry, she would have been addicted to Riddle's lies.

in case.

"Don't be stubborn anymore, the piece is already halfway through."

She couldn't even name the music.It was only after a long time that she found out that its name was "Porunacabeza".

a step far.

Just like her and Riddle, only one step away, the souls are intertwined, it is difficult to part, but they are so close.

The author has something to say: Mary is still thinking about Riddle's partner, but who can easily forgive someone who has hurt him?

But Mary is a good boy with a soft heart, I hope she will persevere.

so hardworking!Please leave a message and discuss the plot XD

感谢在2020-11-2022:57:01~2020-11-2222:39:03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 landmines: Gujiugujiu, 2 in the early Qing Dynasty; 25530415, ppp1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of meow baa baa; 6 bottles of summer solstice; 2 bottles of Ayun and Jinfeng Xixi;

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