[HP] Tom next door to Mary

In the blink of an eye, the spring of the second year came, and the seventh grade students were about to graduate.

Students complain about how hard it is to find a job this year, and the simplest Muggle liaison already needs three OWL certificates and at least one NEWT certificate.

"Mary!"

A loud voice stopped Mary who had returned from outside the castle. This person was Albus Dumbledore, the professor of transfiguration.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore." Mary greeted him with a smile while holding a small box.

Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back, and a piece of parchment flew up beside him. He asked, "Do the students need so many tranquilizers?"

He was referring to the materials in her box.

"Yeah, some people are very emotionally unstable." Mary lifted her case again, and Dumbledore, noticing it, took out his wand and turned her case into a teacup.

"Oh, thank you." Mary held the teacup with both hands, "I don't remember using magic—what are you busy with?"

"Fifth grade employment counseling, intermission, talk about it in the afternoon." The student list is probably written on the parchment.

"If you need something refreshing, I can make some special tea and send it to your office." Mary said without thinking.

"Thank you for your understanding, Miss Kindness," Dumbledore did not refuse, but he immediately started another topic, "Can I ask, Mary, when you were a student at Hogwarts, you thought about becoming a what?"

"Hmm..." Mary had a hard time, because she seldom thought about this question. To be honest, when she was a student at Hogwarts, what she wanted most was to stay in Hogwarts for the rest of her life.

Even now, it was better than any place she had ever been.

She didn't want to admit it honestly, she thought school was like home only for people without a home.

"Don't be too nervous," Dumbledore comforted, "I'm just asking, you used to be my student too."

Mary's eyes dodged for a moment, "Cursebreaker, maybe a Muggle liaison."

Dumbledore didn't tell her lie, he just nodded, his eyes went around her, and fell behind her back.

"Good afternoon, Armando."

Knowing that this topic had been skipped, Mary breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to say hello to the principal as well.

But what she didn't know was that not only Principal Armando but also Riddle appeared behind them.

She could tell at a glance that Riddle was not that happy, with a forced smile on his face, they should have come out of the principal's office, and she couldn't guess what they discussed to make Riddle show such an expression.

"Good afternoon," said Armando, a thin bearded old man, in contrast to the tall Dumbledore, "Albus, Mary."

Riddle said nothing.

Armando probably thought he was still in despair, he patted him on the back for reassurance, "Well, Tom, you're just too young, really, I don't think you're bad, you've reached this point Students of this age can’t achieve results.”

Only then did Riddle spit out a coy "hmm".

"Installed."

Mary almost blurted out, and the three looked at her at the same time.

Armando was a little puzzled, Dumbledore had "an interesting news" written all over his face, and Riddle was expressionless.

"Ah, I mean, I don't have any extra teacups in my office," said Mary, with a terrible lie, "I might have to use a duplication spell or something for my tea later..."

She hastily said goodbye to everyone, and then returned to the school hospital with her small water cup.She hurriedly turned the water glass back into the box, boiled the water, and started sorting out the tranquilizer materials.

"Mary."

Just like the simple words the man said, he called her name with almost no tone.

She knew who he was and why he was here.

But she would just turn her head back subconsciously, blinking her emerald green eyes with an innocent look on her face.

"What did Dumbledore ask you?"

She knew that Riddle never liked Dumbledore. It should be said that he was a little afraid of Dumbledore. "What's the matter with you? Let's talk about work, students don't interrupt."

"Oh," Riddle sneered, "Then let me change the question. What did you tell Dumbledore? To be honest."

"The result is the same," Mary followed his example and snorted, "Why? You don't think we are happy to talk about you every day, do you? Who do you think you are?"

Riddle's lips pursed slightly. He was thinking about whether his rejection by Professor Dippet to stay as a professor had something to do with Dumbledore, but whether Mary said something in it.

He couldn't come to a conclusion, he didn't trust Dumbledore, he knew he was too excited to tell him too much about himself when he first met Dumbledore, he treated him like any other student, but The occasional probing under those blue eyes was very limiting for him.He also knew that although Dumbledore had not interfered with any of his actions during his school days, it was also due to his cautious style of doing things.

And in this school, apart from Dumbledore, another person who can influence him is Mary.

In a sense, Mary can be said to have managed to limit his actions.

After all, it's not that she is always holding him back, how could he always run to the school hospital?

Well, this is not the most fundamental thing. What he wants to know is whether Mary has said some nasty words to Dippet or Dumbledore to hinder his career. He could trust Mary's mouth tightly before , but she blurted out that his pretense was not fake, he had to confirm one thing, to see if what she said was not a lie, so he had to take some other measures.

Thinking of this, Riddle stepped forward and sat on the hospital bed in the school hospital as if no one else was there, staring at Mary as she chopped up the group of materials.

He can turn himself into a charming person when needed.

"Mary, can I ask, did you ever think about what you wanted to be when you were a student at Hogwarts?" He decided to pick an appropriate topic so that he could develop gradually.

"Ah?" She had only heard this question not long ago, and she glanced at him inexplicably, "Do you have graduation anxiety? Why do you ask me this?"

His usual smirk froze for a moment, but quickly recovered, "Indeed, are you curious about what I just talked to Professor Dippet about?"

"Although I don't recommend it, if you really can't stand it, you should tell me." Obviously, Mary was not affected by Riddle's charm value and continued to work. For a year and a half, her yin and yang The skill is clearly mentioned.

Riddle paused for a few minutes, and when Mary stopped expecting another word from Riddle, he said slowly, "I want to get a teaching position at Hogwarts, guess who is it for? "

"I don't guess." Mary rolled her eyes. When she calmed down, she realized that Riddle and Professor Dumbledore were trying to trick her, but she did nothing wrong. Did Principal Armando let Dumbledore Professor Lido is looking for a new head nurse?

Then you can tell her directly, she is not the kind of person with a small belly.

With a bit of displeasure, she said, "If you always speak in half, you should just shut up."

Sensing Mary's obvious anger, Riddle thought this woman was really irritable, but he was having a patient conversation, and he softened his attitude even more, coming to a conclusion that disgusted him himself.

"Because I want to be with you." He hadn't said such words for a long time, his mouth was dry, but fortunately he could still bear the pain when talking to her, "Mary, I'm graduating soon. We haven't spoken a few words for a year and a half, if I go to other places, isn't it possible for us to reconcile?"

"Tom, does reconciliation mean anything to you and me?" Mary took a deep breath and asked in confusion.

Riddle was a little annoyed. Generally speaking, he had two attitudes towards women who could be used.

For some women who are fascinated by him, he will take the initiative to attack like a poisonous snake and kill them with venom, and they become his followers willingly.And for other women who are difficult—they look cold and their hearts are rock-solid, he will take another method, like a giant spider in a dark and humid area, weave a web called dream for her, and wait for her. When the prey is foolishly confused by this well-placed trap, he only needs to fiddle with any spider thread, and then he can get a loyal servant.

That's how he treated Lady Gray, or rather, Helena Ravenclaw.

Mary is different, she is a bit difficult to deal with, this is not to say that she is a shrewd woman, it just happens that she is not so flexible, causing her thoughts to stay in a state that is not conducive to him showing his fangs or forming a net.

"Because we were very close before." He replied.

He didn't understand why he was so hard on her, he just thought it was her own elm head that hurt him.He won't admit another feeling.He will be successful.

"That being said," Mary saw that Riddle really seemed to be having a serious discussion with her, and she also said it sincerely, "but you destroyed a memory—"

"Don't talk about it, we can—"

"No, it's not like that, Tom, you may not know that when you saved my life, I liked you, but at the same time, you hurt me, which is not counteractable like the law of conservation."

"That is to say, my hurt to you will not disappear in your heart?" Riddle thought deeply.

"That's right!" said Mary stubbornly.

"On the other hand, if you like me, you won't disappear, right?" He was confident, staring at her firmly, not letting go of any of her expressions, "Is that so, Mary?"

"You are a fallacy!" Mary gritted her teeth, picked up the materials she had organized, and ran into her office.

Riddle knew he would succeed.

As for what kind of success this is, we can use something that happened 50 years later to show it.

That year, an old professor with a long silver beard brought the most famous student in the wizarding world to the childhood residence of the man who could not even be named through the pensieve.The young man with a strange scar looked curiously at everything that belonged to his long-term memory. After he finished watching and returned to reality, the elder said casually: "We happened to have a look at Voldemort's wife, did you notice?"

This was really explosive news for the teenagers of that era.

"She looks like a nice person."

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of super large glutinous rice balls;

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