[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Why? I don't want it!"

The nearly two-year-old Christopher's loud voice gave Riddle a headache. He glared at the little black-haired monster, and just about to speak, he heard Chris yelling, "Mom! He's killing me!"

"What's the matter?" Mary slowly combed her waist-length blond hair, taking a moment to glance at Riddle's increasingly hostile expression.

"Oh, it's okay, Chris, he likes this in front of me." Mary comforted him habitually, "Your father has a bad personality and loves to lose his temper, so what should Chris do?"

"Do," Christopher said excitedly, almost choking on his saliva, "be a good baby!"

After hearing this, Mary hooked her fingers, and Christopher walked into Mary's arms lively, waiting for her to reward her with a cheek-to-cheek kiss.

"Mary, I really underestimated your brainwashing ability." Riddle, who watched all this quietly, pulled out a mocking sneer, watching their singing and singing, "You just told him this?"

Mary pretended not to hear, but the little guy pouted at him, probably trying to be a bit more aggressive, so that he would stop messing with Mary.

Afterwards, Riddle watched as his little hand was about to lift Mary's blouse——

"What are you doing?" He reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling half of his body out of her embrace.

"You are pushing too hard, Tom." Mary immediately patted Riddle's hand to signal him to let go, "I don't know how serious it is, children are more fragile than you think!"

"And you, Chris, you have been weaned for half a year, you are not allowed to lift my clothes, understand?"

"Okay." As soon as Mary's words fell, Chris nodded and braced himself, admitting his mistakes much faster than Riddle.

Riddle heard Chris' perfunctory and sneered.

"But I really don't want it." Chris returned to the topic that made him yell just now. He leaned on Mary's chest and babbled, "No, no."

"Why not? Where are you going?" Mary lowered her head and asked patiently.

"No, I don't want to go to Luo, Luo..." Chris has a very small vocabulary, and he can only repeat uncommon words, but his memory is a little fuzzy, and his little face is blushing: "Not to Luo, Luo Nini Ya."

It turned out that he had heard the conversation between Riddle and Mary just now, and he started to shout.

"Why don't you go? You can live with Dad." Mary asked again.

"I'm fine with my mother, I don't like my father."

"You think you can make decisions?" Riddle felt ridiculous, thinking about how to pull him out of Mary's arms: "I gave you the feeling that you are the kind of person who can refuse casually?"

"Mom..." Chris didn't understand much, but felt that Riddle's tone was not kind, so he shrank into Mary's arms again.

"Tom, don't talk like that." Mary frowned, and said slowly: "You haven't come back for so long, Chris doesn't have deep feelings for you, if you still talk like that, he will be afraid of you."

Riddle didn't speak, he glanced at Chris in her arms expressionlessly, only thinking of a disappearing spell to make him never appear here again.

He suddenly thought of——

"Mary, remember the first spell I taught you?"

"Ah, it was a few years ago, when you were in the sixth grade." Mary recalled that it was the first time she went to audit Transfiguration class.

"That's right, the Vanishing Curse." He took out his wand and flicked a complicated pattern, "Look at this again—"

At this time, a huge translucent bright silver enchantment emerged in the room, completely enveloping them.

"This is what you taught me, the one you used in duels," he lazily pointed at the enchantment with his wand, sliding it to create tiny ripples, and said confidently: "Of course, through my own It is only through the adjustment that the current result is achieved, you can understand it as a spell that is more powerful than the high-level iron armor, it can completely protect against high-level magic, and it has a large range."

"In this way, even the home can be used as a practice place without expanding the influence, Mary, do you want to learn?" He coaxed: "Of course, I can also teach you more, you know, my innovative magic is better than that." Qun... well, trash is much better."

"Of course, Riddle, you like teaching people so much, why don't you consider asking Principal Armando?" She carried Chris outside the barrier, pushed him gently, and told her to be obedient, "And don't say bad things in front of Chris, why do you want me to teach you so much!"

"I know, I know." Riddle pouted impatiently, "Come here soon, Mary."

Chris was still muttering whether or not, and turned into inarticulate babbling again, looking helplessly at his mother and the tall man standing in the barrier and gesturing with wooden sticks.

"I'm not in a hurry." He tilted his head in contempt for the kid outside the barrier, curled his lips, and kissed his wife next to him, "Now you can be my first student, Mary."

"Oh, really, Professor Riddle. Please teach me, I am very eager to learn." Mary didn't know that Riddle could still intrigue with her son, so she played role-playing with him very face-savingly, and kissed him on the face affectionately Take a sip.

"Hmm... yes, Miss Mary." He was a little happy, and wanted to scare her with a scary black spell, but he could only conjure up a lot of uninteresting flowers and stick them in her hair.He found it very interesting, and his mood reached an extremely high state fueled by Mary's "I can do it too" and his little one who was locked outside could only open his mouth stupidly to lick the enchantment.

However, the golden river under his hand slipped away.

"Oh, why are you climbing so high?" Mary, who was still joking with Riddle, suddenly turned her eyes to see her well-behaved little son nimbly climbing up the table with his short legs, as if about to Like jumping down.

Mary hurriedly ran out of the barrier, following her steps, a few restless little flowers scattered and swayed in the air.She held Chris in her arms and taught him: "Did I tell you not to crawl around, why are you disobedient?"

Without saying anything, Riddle manipulated the magic wand in his hand, retracted the silver-white barrier, and flicked the wand again, the flowers on Mary's head were scattered into powder, like twinkling stars.

It made her hair shine even more.

"I'm obedient," Chris said, and Riddle caught his perfunctory again.

Did this kid do it on purpose?Riddle was perfectly skeptical, especially when Mary was holding him, and he took the time to twist his nose at Riddle—he thought it was supposed to be a grimace, but Chris didn't know how to do it right Do him a good job -- though provocatively undiminished.

Then he also understood, too, as his son, it is not so easy to bow his head to Mary, so all this is to... prove that he is more obedient than him?better than him?

Simply ridiculous.

It's ok.

He stepped forward, put his hand around Mary's broken hair behind his ear, and said, "Why don't you go to Diagon Alley? I haven't been back for more than a year. I don't know if there is any new store opened."

"Okay!" Mary's eyes were curved with a smile, "Just wait for me to change Chris's clothes, and it will be fine in a while."

"Take him there?" Riddle was puzzled, and even wanted to throw the one in her arms away.

"He's too young to be alone at home." Mary has already started to act, "You know, children have to watch at all times, they are very curious about everything, and it is very troublesome."

"But you can't devote all your time to him, can you?" Riddle frowned, "Don't you do anything else?"

"But I like it very much. This is my child, my family." Mary thought for a few seconds, "But you are right, I should relax more."

"So, this is how you relax?"

Because it was a rest day, the crowd in Diagon Alley was bustling with people. From time to time, they could hear shouts of a new product, as well as the sound of bickering and bargaining. This made Riddle's gnashing of teeth even more out of place.

Beside him stands Christopher in a navy blue navy shirt, looking at him with wide, round eyes.

Mary, who was walking in front, turned her head. Her wide straw hat was tied with an emerald green ribbon, and a white dress printed with sunflowers made her look very good.She was a little puzzled: "I don't take care of the child, so someone must take care of it? Besides, you have never taken him with you, so you just took him around, wouldn't it be good to increase the relationship between father and son? This is obviously killing two birds with one stone."

"Why? I don't want it." Riddle was reluctant.

"The two of you talk exactly the same." Mary rolled her eyes, "Just now you said you wouldn't let me be around the child every day. As a result, you didn't want to help me share the burden. You don't look like a father at all!"

Riddle scratched his lips, "Now you use my words to talk about me in reverse? Hasn't Christopher satisfied your desire for education? How about I see you go talk to Dippet and see you teach?"

"I don't want it either." Chris glanced at Riddle, and walked towards Mary as he said, "I want to be with mom, I don't want to be with dad, dad is so annoying!"

"You are not allowed to go." Riddle grabbed his collar to prevent him from approaching Mary, and threw a bag of Galleons to Mary, saying to her, "I will find you later."

"Then you are obedient." Mary curled her eyelashes, waved at them, squeezed into the passing crowd, and immediately disappeared.

The Riddle father and son were left to watch each other.

"Let's go." Riddle stared at little Riddle, reaching out to hold his hand, "I'll show you around."

"I don't want to be with you—" He resisted Riddle, shrinking his small hands into his arms, "I don't like you!"

Of course Riddle would ignore him, he has seen so many things, can't he still deal with his son?

He firmly grasped his little hand, and pulled him forward, because Chris was not tall enough, and Riddle was too tall, and his steps were too big, so he could only touch the ground with his toes and walk with difficulty, which caused him to really Much like an object his father carried.

"I'm going to tell mom in a while!" He refused to accept, and opened his mouth to bite the back of Riddle's hand, but it was not painful or itchy, and it did not pose any threat to Riddle.

But after a while, he stopped doing it, partly because he was tired, and partly because he saw something more attractive to him——

They passed a window, and the little broom in the window seemed to be shining like gold, which attracted him powerfully.

"Dad! I want this!!!"

He howled so hoarsely that even Riddle stopped in his tracks.

"I want this! I want this! I want this!" He may not say the word "broom", let alone what a child is, and his desire for the goods in the cupboard can only make him constantly Repeat, I want.

"Don't buy it." Riddle decided to break his heart directly.

"I want, Dad, Dad." He was not discouraged, and his voice became sweeter and sweeter.

"If you do this again, I'll leave you behind." Riddle finally had a chance to suppress him at this time, and his words became more and more excessive, "You don't like me, do you? Don't be hypocritical to please."

Chris could only understand a little, but he was still trying to call Dad, and wiped the saliva on Riddle's hand with his cuff.

"Christopher, it's useless for you to do this." He looked at him indifferently, "If you want to get something, you can't just pretend to be pitiful, you have to use means."

"Stop pestering me like this, I'm annoying you." Riddle shook off his hand, "It's just because Mary likes you. If you keep annoying me like this again, I'll leave."

"But I really want it..." Chris didn't give up. He almost only had contact with his mother, and he didn't know what kind of person his father was. He didn't understand what Riddle said, and he couldn't express it even more come out.

"I'm leaving."

Riddle could really turn around cleanly and without hesitation.

Hearing a "wow", Christopher behind him burst into tears, his snow-white face flushed from crying, attracting everyone's attention.

"I want—I want this—"

too!leave!people!up!

Even the clerk from the broomstick shop ran out to see what was going on. How could Riddle have suffered such a crime? He stopped his son, covered his mouth that could let out a loud howl, and flew like flying. into the store.

Take down the latest children's broomstick on the window, pay and check out, and walk out of the store non-stop under the envious eyes of children.

Other kids: His dad is not only good-looking, but also buys the latest broom!

In an instant, the wailing of the Quidditch boutique came one after another.

But afterwards, Mary was not happy.

At night, while arranging the beauty potions she bought from Ms. Primpnell's beauty pharmacy into her dressing table, she scolded Riddle: "Chris loves this, he has too many eyes, and he can't get it." He loves to cry, you were cheated by him."

Tom Shame Riddle was so angry that he didn't want to speak, he stared at Chris fiercely, probably thinking about an Avada, another disappearing spell, and an explanation for Mary.

At this time, Chris's attitude towards the broomstick was just a little nostalgic-Mary locked it up, because even a child's broomstick was too small for him.

Chris didn't take it seriously, the child's love was only 3 minutes hot, and before his attitude towards Riddle returned, he showed that expression that was similar to a grimace but failed, and groaned at Riddle: "I hate Dad! "

Then he ran away quickly.

"However, this is also the first time you have faced Chris, and you bought him a broom, which is worthy of encouragement." Mary comforted Riddle, reaching out to smooth Riddle's black hair.

"I am your son?"

He slapped her hand away angrily.

"You are my husband, Mr. Riddle—" She hooked his shoulders, sat in his arms, and kissed his mouth, "isn't it, Professor Riddle?"

Riddle paused, considering whether to soften his tone, "You still want to go to Romania with me, right?"

"That's for sure." Mary hooked his neck and got closer to him, "Don't you think I miss you? We haven't seen each other for more than a year."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Riddle felt a little better, and started to do it naturally.He lifted up her skirt, attached her belly, and slowly moved up.

"Ah, your hands are much rougher." Mary felt a little distressed, "You must have worked hard, right?"

He didn't answer, he didn't have time, after all, he was very angry.

He wanted to re-hickey her body, many, many more.

"Soundproofing Charm, Tom." She glanced at the master bedroom. "Be quiet, child—"

"I hate kids," Riddle sighed, picking up Mary and walking toward the bed.

"No, Tom, don't—" She was about to say something, but he kissed her again, her lips and tongue blended with affection.

He opened the door with the Wandless Charm. He knew that the night was very long, and he needed to learn from Mary... from each other.

But he really didn't expect that there was another person lying on the bed where he was supposed to be.

--Christopher!

Chris turned sideways slowly, rubbed his eyes, and said sleepily: "Mom, you are here to sleep with me."

"You are in a hurry, I keep telling you that Chris is sleeping in the master bedroom."

"Go away," he said to his son.

Riddle didn't take kindly to Christopher.

The author has something to say: Raising children is not easy, Tom!Riddle's fist hardened!This is a chance for Mary to express her educational desires!

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