[HP] Tom next door to Mary

As soon as Riddle entered the house, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

He made a quick decision and cast a few spells on the room to prevent Mary from apparating away midway.

He saw Mary sitting at the empty dining table, twirling the ring on her ring finger with one hand, as if eager to take it off.

He walked over, pulled out another chair, and watched her movements silently until she finally gave up and reached out to him.

"Tom, I'm going to take it off. You did it, didn't you?"

"What's the matter?" He tilted his head with the habit of still in school, and put his hand on hers. "Isn't it suitable? It's impossible, I know your size."

"While I'm still talking to you, take out the wand in your pocket and remove the spell, my dear." Mary said with a smile.

Riddle was not threatened at all. He touched her hand and sighed: "Mary, your hands are much more delicate than before."

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't want to take it with me." Mary wanted to pull her hand back, but Riddle didn't give her this chance, so she could only grit her teeth while clasping his paw and said, "What do you do on it?" How many hands and feet have I had to prevent me from working properly!"

"Why can't this work well?" Riddle shrugged, with an expression of disbelief, and his tone became worse and worse: "I'm protecting you, Mary!"

He thought for a few seconds, and immediately added: "And our child—er, isn't it named yet? Forget it—in short, I'm doing it for your own good."

"What a fart!" Mary wanted to bite his hand, "Today you hurt two of your classmates!"

"Oh? You mean that there are two people who have intimate contact with you?" Riddle said sternly: "It's really you, Mary. Thanks to the wedding ring, I didn't know you had intimate contact with so many people every day."

"Still thinking about yin and yang to blame me and blame me for the mistake?" Mary snorted coldly, "I'm the head nurse, why can't I have intimate contact with others?"

"Anyway, you have more reasons than I do, Mary Riddle, why are you so good at making excuses." Riddle stopped holding her hand, and shook it off, "It's not like all Hogwarts students will make excuses." You kiss them? What's the matter, Hogwarts was attacked right after I graduated, and someone is riddled with holes? Will I be able to hear some dead and wounded great matrons in the Daily Prophet tomorrow? Mary cured everyone with a kiss?"

"Come on. You're disgusting Tom." Mary scolded him with disgusting words, "Your imagination is much richer than mine, you can list my bad history here now, maybe send If the newspaper can be moved by your literary talents, it will make a lot of money."

If one person has to give in when the two parties are at loggerheads, we can sometimes chalk it up to the little tricks of marriage.

Obviously, neither side intends to be the first to bow their heads.

Mary continued twisting her ring, and Riddle summoned a book at random and began to read.

There was silence for a while.

until--

There is the unmistakable grunting sound of someone's stomach.

He threw the book on the table and stared at Mary.

A look of "why I haven't eaten yet", is quite aggrieved.

"Look what I'm doing, why should I cook for someone like you!" Mary rolled her eyes, "I wish you would starve to death!"

Riddle was very backbone, he didn't answer her, just smiled coldly, summoned another recipe book, and stood up holding it.

Mary only heard a light "what's so difficult about cooking", and someone walked into the kitchen as seriously as entering the OWLS examination room.

Neuropathy.Mary scolded him.

The time was pushed back two hours, except for the sound of dingling palm nuts in the locked kitchen, there was a strange smell similar to an explosion.

Mary suddenly had a thought: If Riddle was in the kitchen studying his advanced black magic, she would not be able to detect any difference from his cooking.

Finally, Mary saw him coming out of the kitchen with two loaves of wholemeal bread out of nowhere.The kitchen utensils were clean, I don't know what happened before he restored them with magic.

He threw the cookbook in front of Mary and started to stare at her.

Oh, and I took a bite of bread halfway through.

"Mary, why don't you die." Sometimes in vicious competitions, they always compare each other.

Mary didn't answer him, but watched him rush out the door.

Marriage is really tiring. It's not like breaking up when you say you're in love.Mary thought.

But at least the bottom line is to stick to it, she can't just turn a blind eye and let Riddle engage in his little "invention".

In the name of protecting her?Don't be ridiculous, there are dozens of evil spells to protect her?

She glanced at the clock, it was pointing to eight.She figured that if Riddle didn't come back within two hours, she'd go out and find him, tell him sourly that he'd die first.

But she didn't expect that Riddle would come back in less than 10 minutes.

It was snowing outside, and the snowflakes fell on his hair, shoulders, and chest, and turned into water droplets when he entered the door.

He took a glass of flame whiskey, and there seemed to be a transparent enchantment on the top of the glass, and the snowflakes were all covered on it, without falling into the wine.

It's just that as soon as it entered the house, it was still melted into a liquid by the heat from the stove.

He put it on the table, and patted his hair with his hands, flicking the water drops onto Mary's face, it was cold.

"What are you doing? Are you a dog? Tossing around like this—" Mary was even more upset.

With a look of impatience evident on his face, he took Mary's hand ferociously, took out his wand, and began to cast a spell over the wedding ring.

"It should be less reactive," he said.

"Can it be made non-responsive?" Mary asked back, "I can't carry a dangerous item—"

"Dangerous item? This is a knot, wedding, gift, thing I gave you!" Riddle subconsciously exposed his fierceness, and immediately took it back, but he kept scolding her in his heart.

She is so ignorant, has no EQ, and can't understand him!

"A gift with as many as eighty curses!" Mary exaggeratedly opened her mouth into an O shape, "Am I making too much fuss? This is your safest little ornament, isn't it?"

"I can't untie them all, Mary." Riddle was trying to endure. For the first time, he felt that his endurance was different from ordinary people. "You can't train me like this."

He pushed the glass of Firewhiskey towards her, ashamed of himself for being so humble, but he said anyway: "Drink it, I bought it just for you. I can guarantee it won't hurt anymore, you can't lecture like that." I."

"Okay, Tom." Mary sighed, and found a step for each of them, "I hope you also understand some common sense, such as: you can't drink alcohol during pregnancy."

Riddle pursed his lips, and finally just let out an oh.

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you anymore, you haven't eaten yet, I'll make it for you." She took out the wand from the pocket of her apron and made the fire in the stove even hotter, "Did you freeze to death?" Already? Let’s warm up more.”

He was noncommittal and just followed Mary into the kitchen.

Seeing him like this, Mary thought about softening her attitude. Since everyone stopped arguing, she shouldn't let this matter add any unnecessary emotional rifts.

"Have you ever wondered what our baby's name is?" she opened the conversation with a wave of her wand.

"What?" Riddle was stunned for a moment, just watching the unprocessed food flying onto the cutting board.

"The name, haven't you thought about it?" Mary still wanted to do it herself, and started to cook the old traditional British dinner, "The girl's name is Eve, Shirley... Well, how about Maggie?" ?Boys I personally like Charlie, Ellen or something."

Mary thought: Is this a big enough topic?

Unexpectedly, Riddle said: "Whatever."

Riddle hated children, especially this accident.He never looked forward to his so-called child as Mary did, beautiful, lively, maybe naughty, but it had nothing to do with him.

He had Mary, and that was more than enough.He couldn't spare any more to solve another trouble.

But the atmosphere became awkward again, and of course Mary was not satisfied with this answer.

And he felt it too.

He didn't want to go all over again and stuff his stomach with some nasty bread mats - oh shit, he and she ate them every day in that building with a bunch of disgusting kids - and run out and buy something she liked Come please her!God, it's really hard to please her, and you have to listen to her endless "education"!No, he doesn't want to!

It's really frustrating, help me, he still has to think about how to answer her.

"Then how about calling him Christopher?"

He was dissatisfied with his real name, so he got the new name "Voldemort" he crowned, and the Knight Walpurgis in his student days, which is now the Death Eater.

He was also not very satisfied with Mary's name. He wanted to change Mary's name to Brun before, but she flatly refused.

But for his child, this little life that he has never met, he just said casually: "Boys or girls are called this name. Didn't you like him very much before? The protagonist in the little bear's work."

"Oh, I just remembered when you said that!" Mary, who had no naming cells at all, and Riddle, who was completely perfunctory, hit it off and gave the child an extremely long name——

Christopher Salazar Riddle.

The middle name is all because they couldn't pick any suitable grandparents.Riddle did his part to assign Slytherin's real name to his child.

He also said that if it was a girl, the middle name would be Mary.

"Mary, can I touch you now?" He wrapped his arms around Mary's waist from behind, bent down, resting his chin on her shoulder and neck, twisting and twisting tenderly but cold-bloodedly like a snake to the point that belongs to him. On her prey, she completely entered into her living habits.

"Your hands are so cold." She frowned.

And he will put her in the warmest place.

"Darling, dear Mary." He also liked to sigh with her sometimes, like a genteel poet, "don't worry, I'm just groping, after all there's a Chris in our midst—she's a bad one— Well, I take it back, don't be angry, I am."

He chuckled under his breath, feeling that life was nothing more than that.

It's ridiculous.

The author has something to say: In fact, since childhood, Tom has been very good at coaxing Mary, and he has been very successful every time. Otherwise, how can he reconcile on the last day of playing 29 days a month?Sometimes it’s Tom who comes to please Mary hahahaha. When he described his childhood, he made many summaries.

It’s just that he went to school and he dragged him. He felt that Mary was not worthy of his coaxing, and he didn’t recognize Mary’s existence. He said that he couldn’t get along with Mary and was different from other girls. Mary didn’t believe him, blah blah. It's just that he can't get past his level, he knows it best.

Originally decided to pick one in the comments, my friend discussed with me and decided to call it Christopher, thanks to the little cutie who helped to name it!

Tom Daily: I have been wronged a lot, so I have to work hard on my career!You don't know how humble I have been at home! ! !

鹅子:我就这么随便决定了呗？感谢在2020-12-0918:59:03~2020-12-1003:28:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 drum-colored city walls; 25530415, Yorkshire pudding, and Beikui Xiangnuan 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of starling sauce;

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