[HP] Tom next door to Mary

It takes about three days to travel from England to Albania by boat.In addition, Riddle used some small tricks to save the time of applying for passports, and they could almost be regarded as "departure immediately".

But Mary thought that the few days on the ship could be called nothing but darkness.

After all, they were on a Muggle liner, and Riddle excused himself for various reasons that there was no need to go out to meet them. Apart from having to breathe some fresh air and pretending to appreciate the sea scenery, he almost locked Mary in the room. up.

"Crazy!" She always scolded him like this, and gradually, as the target of the lunatic, she also got used to his demands.

Although she still couldn't respond to him well, she did something that made Riddle very happy.

But in Riddle's eyes, he saw more possibilities for Mary—sorry, only an extension in one direction, in terms of being Mrs. Riddle.

He likes to summarize the possible causes of these.He thought, maybe it was the dim yellow light in the room that made the atmosphere ambiguous, or maybe it was the fishy smell brought in by the sea breeze that had some special magical power, and the boring old songs that the sailors sang at the door from time to time, they Make everything passionate and indescribable.

Ah, his Mary.What she deserved to be praised the most was that time, just after they finished, the waiter brought afternoon tea, a few greasy desserts that he didn't particularly like.

But Mary was very interested in these things. She seemed to beg for mercy instead of just now. She sat next to him with a plate of strawberry cream flavored snacks and asked him hypocritically, "Do you want to eat?" Wait for him to answer and start to feast on it.

"Well, I'm telling you, no matter what, I'm going to have a wedding, I must," Mary plausibly said while swallowing strawberries, "Oh, but I don't seem to have a nice wedding dress, we can go to Albania Buy it now, I'm going to wear it anyway."

She spoke too excitedly, the fork in her hand was tilted at an angle, and the cream on it scratched the corner of her mouth. She paused, wiped the white cream around her mouth with her knuckles, put it in her mouth, and said vaguely He said, "Do you understand?"

Riddle raised his eyebrows, and instead of answering her question, he asked, "Why do you eat like this?"

"Ah?" Mary's tongue licked her lips, "Didn't we all look like this when we were young? We can't let go of anything delicious!"

Riddle tilted his head, and suddenly stretched out his fingers to scoop out a lump of cream, and poked it into Mary's mouth.

"What are you doing—"

Before Mary finished speaking, Riddle put his fingers in and devoted himself to the interaction. He listened carefully to the hasty hums coming from her mouth, and the touch between fingers and lips and tongue. Miaoman's brisk rhythm with a tacit understanding.

His other hand pressed down on her shoulder, which prevented Mary from holding the tray of pastries, and spread her hands, letting the poor piece of cake fall on her baggy dressing gown. , while plates and forks fell silently to the carpet.

It rolls to the ground, leaving behind a cloying sweet smell.

Riddle laughed at this moment, he looked a little gloomy under this light, he pulled out his fingers, fixed her chin, and deepened into a wanton kiss.

He rubbed cream from her dress onto her bump, which made her feel so weird that the teacher started some revolts that were completely ignored.These little resistances create a palpable excitement in someone.

Riddle felt the joy of leaving, and besides, Mary was now his perfectly legal pillow, and he was free to release his desires/desires without suppressing anything.

He leaned down and kissed her down.

"Food can't be missed, right?"

Alas, Mary.He sighed contentedly.

He seems to feel a strong sense of fetters in the establishment of this relationship, which he understands from the fact that he likes to relax his mind after all kinds of tossing her.

This is completely different from the feeling of the fifth grade summer vacation, but if he was asked to tell where this is different, he would be a little bit unable to answer.He must have not changed, and Mary only lost two months of memory. He didn't understand, so he decided to put this doubt aside.

He would not forget that his main goal was the Ravenclaw diadem.

"I thought we'd go to Tirana or something." This was the third time Mary's complained about Riddle's choice of place.

Albania is far behind Britain, and the trauma of World War II makes everything look even more dilapidated.

And they were moving forward in a bumpy and dilapidated carriage, the mountains slowly passed by Mary's emerald green pupils, when she turned her head, Riddle's appearance was reflected in his eyes, he was playing with his wand with his head down, It must be a little boring.

"Tom, I'm sick of riding in a carriage. Do we have to go to a certain forest?"

Pointing to her pure white leather shoes with strings of pearls, she said, "It's not that I'm delicate, but you should know that I'm wearing high heels."

In fact, it's not just pearl leather shoes. Mary actually bought a wedding dress in the capital of Albania. She didn't like how beautiful the wedding dress was, but it was so fluffy. Cotton Candy Monster.

He pushed the marshmallow aside, "Didn't I say that you can wait for me in Tirana."

"That's so boring!"

Mary stared straight at her eyes, with an expression of "you actually want to leave me alone in a strange country", and said, "Besides, did you say that? Just say you're going to a place farther away!"

Riddle felt the marshmallow squeezed next to him, swelled wildly in the pony carriage, and he pulled the strange lace and lace of the marshmallow before meeting her eyes again.

"Don't always think that I can understand what you mean 100%, or the kind that can be extended literally to another aspect," Mary said dissatisfied: "I also said that I want to wear a wedding dress, but you didn't understand that we were going to hold a wedding ceremony." It was a wonderful wedding."

"It doesn't make any sense, does it?" Riddle curled his lips, making Mary's voice grow louder. "Why doesn't it make any sense?"

"I mean," Riddle twitched his eyebrows, trying to put on a patient look, "well... In my understanding, there should be many other things besides the bride and groom in a wedding... ..friends and relatives? I don't think we have the qualifications to have a... a wedding as you say."

He spoke very slowly, while sensitively capturing Mary's facial expressions, for fear that she would start another long speech in the car.

"What you said makes sense." Mary leaned back decadently, and Riddle seemed to see a marshmallow soaked in water and shrank quickly, "But... oh, okay."

"Mary, does it matter? We don't need too many blessings from others." Riddle folded his hands on his chest, twitched his lips, and said sarcastically: "It seems that we can only live because of other people's blessings." of."

It was of course not happy to have their wishes come to nothing, and Mary remained silent until they got out of the crumbling carriage at last.

Riddle's eyes stayed on her face for a few seconds, but he didn't say anything.

"Would it be strange for me to do this?" Mary pouted and asked him.

Riddle didn't give a positive answer, he gently pushed Mary forward, and walked into the place where they were going to stay first—it was like a replica of the Pig's Head pub, but it was a small forest tavern belonging to Muggles.

This surprised Mary who was still sulking. Riddle was a pure Muggle hater, although she didn't know if she could change his mind after living together.Anyway, so far, Riddle wished there were no Muggles in the world.

Of course Riddle had his own plans.

After all, this is a secret operation, a journey to find the holy relic of wisdom. He is unwilling to sit in any wizarding inn. He is indeed confident, but he is quite cautious about the Ravenclaw crown. If there is a mysterious wizard who is difficult to resist , and he brought this person with him, his whereabouts would inevitably be exposed, and by then it would be too late to make up for it, and Ravenclaw's crown might become someone else's possession.

Choosing a Muggle hotel was his first step in finding the crown.

He patiently said a few words to the innkeeper, and the bald middle-aged man looked him over, glanced at Mary, wiped the not-so-clean glass, and said, "You are not locals. ah."

Riddle didn't want to talk to him, so he didn't answer, and the innkeeper also saw that Riddle was not a friendly person, so he took the money and continued to wipe the glasses.

With his lodgings settled, Riddle had to take care of his marshmallows.

He was sitting next to Mary, and the high-legged bench made the height gap between Mary and him seem to have narrowed a bit. He saw Mary quietly observing the people staying in the hotel with a blank expression.

Some of them are dressed in rags, their faces are freshly washed, and their hair is still wet and curled.Some are rough and savage, yelling at each other about their "feat" today, some are disabled, and it can be seen that most of them are scars left by the war, and they are sipping a pot of dull wine in their hands...

"What did you see?" Riddle asked curiously.

"It's nothing," Mary said after a series of contemplation, "I'm just curious. There are so many different people in this kind of place. Why do they arrive at this place at the same time as us? What? Also, I think I'm dressed in a weird way for the environment, but they don't pay much attention to me."

Riddle found his chance, secretly delighted, and acted—he easily put his arm around her waist, who was sitting beside him, and pulled her into his arms.He squeezed her waist on purpose, thinking it's better not to tell her directly that she seems to have gained a lot of weight in Hogwarts.

Gaining weight is not the right word, she was too thin before, and Riddle even suspected that she hadn't gained any flesh since she was 15 years old.

Oh, without further ado.He leaned close to her face and comforted her in a soft voice: "What's the matter, Mary, you always pay too much attention to other people's eyes. Don't you always like to tell me 'what are you going to do', 'what should you do? ’, then today, you should also listen to what I say—follow your inner thoughts.”

A faint smile appeared on Mary's face, although in this wilderness, she and Riddle can be regarded as a rather weird combination - who would wear a black robe and a wedding dress?But think about it, she wants to get rid of this problem, don't pay too much attention to other people's eyes.

She nodded to Riddle, which made him very proud. If he thought that he would influence Mary from now on, one day she would agree with him, and their souls would be completely opened to each other.

but……

"Tom!" She scolded her in a low voice, and twisted a few times trying to break free from his embrace.

Riddle would usually veto her actions, so he adjusted his sitting posture and picked Mary up so that she could sit on his lap.

"I'm very sorry, Mary, you are so close to me, I need to endure some torture of desire/desire, but I have uncontrollable organs." He approached her ear and said some explicit words lightly, appearing His nature is even more insatiable, "But we can go back to the room and solve it right now."

"Excuse me, excuse me." Riddle was still flirting with his wife, and the bald boss interrupted him again, and he was full of resentment, viciously trying to give him Cruciatus.

"Are you married and on vacation?" he asked.

"We don't need any other tour guide services," Mary guessed what he meant, and waved to him, "Thank you."

"Ha, no, what I mean is that after fighting for so many years, it is rare to see such a good thing. If you don't suggest sharing this joy, let us all celebrate!" The store manager smiled generously , poured a glass of wine and pushed it to Mary, but was immediately pushed back by Riddle, putting on a warning look.

"Really?!" Mary was very excited, with the expression "Yes" written all over her face.

"Hey, Mary, you don't really want to—" Riddle was upset, and cursed this group of Muggles who like to join in the fun for a long time.

"Hey! Everyone listen to me!" The store manager was much quicker than Riddle's rejection, he picked up the bell and rang it straight, "Here is a new couple, they are willing to share their happiness with us, let us together Bless them!"

Riddle had never expected that the Muggles in the hotel would be so nosy.He even thought he was in the wrong place, all of them changed their faces, and someone even took out a bagpipe from nowhere and played a piece of joyful music with Celtic characteristics, which changed the atmosphere of the hotel all of a sudden.

Isn't this, isn't it true that they were under the Confusion Charm at a certain time?

"Tom, it turns out that we don't need to invite others to hold a wedding." Mary was moved to tears by this atmosphere, but she immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and explained to him: "I've been crying so easily recently." Tears, but I'm all happy, you know, I don't cry much."

"I just think... so romantic, just like the movie." She put her arm on his shoulder and murmured, "So I really will be so happy."

"Your requirements are so low!" Riddle couldn't help complaining about her, but he also began to be a little intoxicated by her cute look, and hoped that she would stop showing this look to other people, and he wanted to take it for himself.

At this time, there was only a click, accompanied by a flash of white light, Riddle immediately took out his wand and pointed towards the source of the sound!

Someone is taking pictures?

"Bring it here!" he said to him in a commanding tone, and Mary felt that he was going to throw a spell in a second.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought this scene was very interesting and wanted to record it." Even though Riddle was vicious, this man was tall and didn't understand the meaning of the wand in Riddle's hand, so he didn't feel any danger.

He took out his business card, handed it to Riddell, and introduced himself: "I am a British reporter. I happened to pass by here recently. I heard you emphasize that I am also British. As an apology, when I return to the UK, I will take this piece of paper." Develop the photo and send it to you, can you see it?"

Mary thought that Riddle would continue to lose his temper, and was ready to pull Riddle back into the room.

"Ah, what, I think you still—"

"Not as an example." Riddle said, and actually put on that flattering smile, "Mr. Hall, you can send the photo to No. 16, Hanburning Street, Mary Riddle."

She really didn't expect it.

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