[HP] Tom next door to Mary

It was the next night when Mary awoke.

She was a little dazed when she opened her eyes, but her headache still followed her everywhere.Eventually, the eyes finally returned to work, showing a picture of his own room.

The bright yellow furniture, neatly located in their proper positions, was carefully arranged by her, but at this moment it seemed depressed and lifeless.

"You finally woke up?"

This cold voice that she can hear every day is now like icy metal, clanking and stinging her eardrums.

I saw him leaning over, putting the back of his hand on her forehead - this made her flinch subconsciously, but she immediately returned to normal, and she pulled herself together and said to him: "What's wrong with me? I remember...um , a force bounced me away, and I fainted."

She screamed inwardly——a person who has slept next to her for many years, a person who has long regarded touching each other as a habit, has such an abnormal little movement, so sensitive that it is impossible for him not to notice it.

Mary knew that her behavior just now was a little out of character, but she couldn't remedy it, so she could only play dumb with Riddle, maybe...he had a reasonable explanation?To tell her that what's going on in her head is hallucination?Or...she was just having a nightmare!

"You have a fever, dear." Riddle's tone was as gentle as possible, but his heart was restless.

He also knew that he had made a big mistake, that he would be "secreted" by his incompetent son!

He kept the Horcrux very secretly!Obviously he put it away!

But—forget it, what he needed to figure out now was: how much Mary knew, he might be able to start to remedy it.

"Mary."

He adjusted his position, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, looked at her intently, his fingers lightly brushed her chin, and began to play with her hair scattered on the pillow.

"Christopher made a small mistake," Riddle said with a hesitant look, "He admitted to me that the ring was contaminated by a very powerful black magic while working, and I put it on It was placed in a very hidden place, who knows that he will dig it out, and it will only cause me trouble."

"While working?" Mary asked following his train of thought, of course she would not believe that such evil magic would appear while he was working.

"Well, yes, it was the last time I went to Finland." Riddle could see Mary's suspicion of him, and he changed the subject, "Fortunately, I took Christopher to see a therapist, and he didn't have any major problems .”

"So there is still a problem?" Mary was a little worried, "Is there a legacy of black magic on him?"

"No." Riddle couldn't find a good answer for a while, "What could happen? He's alive and kicking, waiting for you to read him a Muggle storybook."

After going back and forth, the two of them didn't say anything to each other.

"Do you want to continue to sleep?" Riddle turned around and changed into a set of pajamas, lay down beside her, and helped her tuck in the quilt, "I'm going out tomorrow, it's about work."

"Yeah." Mary replied habitually, but she was still stuck in memory.

The memory of her fear and Selwyn's screams attacked her tired heart over and over again, so real that she didn't dare to confirm it with Riddle. If it was true, he would continue to comfort her like this , and tell her to sleep on it, or does he pick up his wand and use it on her again like in these clips?

This must be fake!is fake!Her husband was definitely not—oh Merlin, she couldn't trust him now.Was their relationship for so many years so light and easy to break?

There was always another voice in her heart: Who would suddenly have such a hallucination?Isn't that enough to show his hypocrisy?Do you still want to be deceived by his illusion of being a gentleman for the rest of your life?

"Mary, don't you sleep?" The gentleman whispered next to her, "What's wrong?"

"...No, I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep now." She said very bluntly, even though there were thousands of doubts to make him clear, she finally closed her eyes directly.

Or think of Chris—forgive her, she felt so hypocritical, because she had another thought: What if Chris had the same personality as Tom?What about being cruel since childhood? !Think Billy the Rabbit, the Sparrow with the decapitated head!

Of course she clearly knew that this was her own child and brought up with her own hands, but now why did her feelings for him start to waver, don't she love him?Her love just... ends here?

really suffer...

Thinking of this, she opened her eyes again, tried not to make a sound, turned her head slightly, and observed Riddle.

He seemed to be fast asleep, his breathing was gentle, and half of his delicate face was sunken into the soft pillow.

She made a decision—quietly took her wand that was still on the bedside table, and pointed at Riddle.

She knew that she was not strong enough to compete with Riddle, so she could only do it while he was defenseless.

That's right, as long as she has a Legilimency, she will know everything.

The wand was pointed at him, and he fell asleep, just say the spell—

Damn, she can't do it!

Legilimency!What's the big deal, use this spell and you'll know it's all fake!She misunderstood him!

really......

How could she convince herself that it wasn't real that he kept such a sinister dark magic implement now!What is he doing now? !

Her hands were trembling all the time, just a Legilimency will be all right!quick!Cast the spell!Hurt him by hurting yourself like he did!

Cowardly... When did she become like this - cowardly!What a coward she is!Sentimental fools!

She can't stand it anymore, she can't stand sharing his bed with him, she can't stand his deception-she remembers what he said, he will never lie to her again!

She kept her last trace of composure, tried not to make a sound, crept out of bed and escaped from the room.

It's just that Mary didn't know that the moment she closed the door, Riddle opened his eyes, revealing a pair of gloomy pupils like dark stones.

Mary, who was standing outside the door, decided to hide in her son's room first.

She pushed open the door only to find that the night light by the bed was still on.

"Mom." Chris started first, he turned his head and pressed a book on his chest, "Are you finally awake?"

"Well, see if you're sleeping." She walked to his crib and motioned him to make room for her.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Dad said it was my fault." He picked the book cover with his little hand, full of guilt: "I will wait for you at home obediently."

"It's not your fault, baby." She sighed, "I overlooked a lot of things."

"Will mom still read me stories?"

Mary looked at Christopher, who blinked expectantly and thrust the book into her hand again.

She took it resignedly, and began to read to him the story of the pilot who could draw a boa constrictor digesting an elephant and met a little boy.By the time she reads about sheep, outer space, and baobabs, her little Riddle is too sleepy to keep his eyes open and complains mischievously that Mary's voice is like a hypnotizing spell.

After the little man fell asleep, Mary's head began to go blank again. She wanted to divert some attention from herself, so she could only continue reading this Muggle storybook. She thought about the little prince, the rose and the fox in the story— —Which character would she be if she were included in this romance?

But at the end of the story, the little prince chose to die.

She also has to choose to face the next day, to eradicate the baobab tree.

The child beside her was still dreaming, she got up, put a plush toy in her place, and went to wash.

Riddle also woke up. He seemed to be ready to go, with a wide striped suit without any wrinkles, matched with a well-draped black robe, and a cowhide suitcase in his hand, as if he was about to go out.

"Don't you need to take a leave? You look haggard, so you don't have to work so hard."

Mary paused for a moment, and hurried to the carved sink. She saw her face reflected in the mirror, pale, worried, and exhausted from a sleepless night.

"It's okay, let's go." Mary responded to him in a low voice.

Suddenly, her shoulders were covered by his palm, which made her nerves tense up!

"I'll try to be back as soon as possible, Mary."

After speaking, he left without making any unnecessary movements.

Mary stared blankly at the door—the direction he left, to be precise, he disapparated, and she didn't know where he went.Thinking of this, she took out the fake Garon that Riddle had given her when he was a student. As expected, after not showing Riddle's location, Mary directly destroyed it with a cutting curse.

She knew what to do now: pretend to go to work, go into his studio, check out that basement.

Except for Legilimency, she knew that there would definitely be a satisfaction for her... Not to mention satisfaction, at least it was the correct answer.

She put on a lady's suit and used makeup to cover up her tiredness from yesterday. She kept a straight face and acted like she was repelling people thousands of miles away. She didn't want outsiders to see that she was so fragile, and she was not a fragile person.

The research institute in Riddle's studio was specially configured for him.He performed outstandingly, and even had a good reputation among his colleagues. An excellent lunatic knows how to endure mortals.

And the result of this search is also within her expectations - there is no trace of black magic.

The lights in the basement flickered on and off, and the documents of recent years were piled up on the only table, as if no one had been there for a long time, except for a few children's handprints, which were covered with a layer of dust.

Obviously telling her that no one has set foot in this basement except for this disobedient child.

She read the speed of sound recovery several times and there was no change, but if she was perfunctory like this, she might be the first day she knew Riddle!

The more this is the more suspicious!

She picked up a page of the document and read it word by word, looking for any clues that might warrant suspicion.

For some reason, she aroused another kind of thought, a kind of obsession that was even stranger than hatred, and she forgot all their years of warm experience.

——I’m sure to find some flaws in him!

The basement is quiet, only the sound of Mary flipping through the papers, and the dust flying up and down.

until--

"Mary."

He descended silently.

When people are extremely afraid, they will make some very subconscious reactions.For example, when Riddle appeared behind her, she was so frightened that she turned around and cast a spell at him.

This small attacking spell also made Riddle unexpected, he was completely unprepared, and the spell directly hit the corner of his right eye, leaving a warm liquid.

For a while, his right eyeball was bloodshot, and he could no longer see the person in front of him clearly.His figure swayed, his eyes squeezed suddenly, and he checked her position with the other eye.

He also realized immediately that Mary had subconsciously regarded him as an enemy.

Then, what followed was overwhelming anger.

"Mary! You actually use the magic I taught you to attack me!"

"Tom..." She seemed too frightened to know what to say. At this moment, Riddle grabbed the wrist of her wand-holding hand, raised it high, and used the other hand to grab her wand. , slammed heavily on the table, the small wooden stick bounced weakly when it hit the solid wooden table, and fell to the ground.

"What are you looking for?" He could hardly control his temper, "Isn't it nice here? Isn't this what you want to see——Your stupid son must come in! Come in! What do I have? Way! He's bleeding from me! I can't control him!"

"So you're admitting it? Tom! What the hell have you done!" Mary twisted her wrist, and then used the other hand to pick Riddle's hand. The nails scratched his skin and scratched. There were bloodstains one after another, but it cannot be said that Mary suffered less pain than Riddle, he held her wrist tightly, as if she had lost consciousness.

"What do I need to admit? Have you lived with me for so many years and haven't changed you at all?!" Riddle was furious, and he squeezed his eyes hard again. His right eye was completely covered with blood, making him even more terrifying.

"I want to say this to you too!" Mary's tears contained hot tears, and they were rolling in her eyes at this moment, "Let me go!"

"Oh, my dear, I let you go, where do you want to go? Where can you go?" Riddle sneered, with a look of contempt, "going home? Ours. Wait for that Christopher, be careful Liver says to you 'mother, can you read me a little book of grimy Muggle whimsy'? Where else do you go-"

Immediately afterwards, a loud slap was thrown on Riddle's face, his pale skin was turning red, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

His mind was buzzing, as if he had returned to the deranged, vengeful self he had been at the Riddles.If, if he had a wand in his hand, he would have used an Unforgivable Curse, but he didn't - Mary dodged it again!She never knew how lucky she was for that--and yet she was still pissing him off and driving him crazy with the most vicious words: "Fuck off! Tom! I'm going to divorce you! You liar! Hypocrite! Memory exploiter!" villain!"

He laughed it off in disbelief, and said in an odd but troubled voice like a dragon guarding treasure, "Memory, oh shit, this black magic just happened to restore your memory, oops, so the problem is Here, Mary, who will you leave me with? What do those memories matter! What matters is the result! You are mine now! Mine! Do you think anyone else is right for you? Only me!"

"I was never yours, and I tell you now—never!"

She was so fierce, half scarlet and half colored, which made the buzzing in Riddle's head louder. See, this garbage memory did not arrange any good things for her, but made her want to betray him.

He had to tell her that she belonged to him.

So far, he still had the advantage, so he took advantage of it and pinned her on the table.The flying dust and scattered documents make Mary even more messy and pitiful.

Look, his lips that have been kissed thousands of times are still close to his. Doesn't she belong to her?

He heard her resistance and struggle, which aggravated her panic.

He bit her lip, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and her face also left his almost dried blood that slid down her cheek.

Pull off her blouse, talk about it, he can completely describe her moving shape, doesn't she belong to him?

Also, she was shaking all over now, and she was terrified.But even her place was starting to shiver and get wet.

Riddle laughed derisively, and because of that smile, Mary's swirling tears finally fell, a few of which mingled with the wound on her lip, and he tasted it in another kiss. salty.

Her humiliation, especially when she knew she was fighting against the physical excitement, turned into arousal.

To him, she is so sultry and moody, he likes her like this, especially with this bloody sensibility, he thinks everything is so charming, it can completely alleviate the displeasure in his mind .

"Mary, don't you belong to me?" He stopped grabbing her wrist—even though her wrist was already red and swollen from his pinching, he didn't show any pity, but intensified.

He tugged at her and said in an obscene and vicious tone, "Why, Mary, please tell me why you feel happy with me? You shouldn't be so happy."

There is a saying called habit becomes nature.

"Don't say it - don't say it -" She wanted to shut her up in shame, but she knew that it was her who should shut up, and she shouldn't let out that long sigh.

She whimpered and nearly fell to the ground in the storm.It's even more distracting now, right there on the basement floor, pitted and dirty.

Fortunately, Riddle also has a subconscious mind, able to protect her, so that she will not suffer any other harm.

But the more hurt also came from him, he was like a wild beast, feeding on her body with blood and viciousness.

She grabbed the fabric on his chest, but finally broke his "well-dressed" a little bit, she gritted her teeth, enduring the pleasure of her body, she thought she would speak viciously, and Riddle froze in fright, but her ears froze. In the end, her own sentence was also passed in, which was light and fluffy.

"I hate you."

But the effect was exactly what she wanted—Riddle was stunned.

He had once vowed that it would be an utter joy to him if Mary hated him.

But when he heard Mary's insignificant words at this time, he even felt a twist in his stomach.

That's when Mary took her chance, and she got her own wand!

Her wand stabbed at Riddle like a sharp knife. Riddle reacted and blocked it with his hands reflexively. Unfortunately, the wand was not really a sharp weapon. The wand scratched Riddle's finger and scratched a small piece of him. skin.

"Legiliency Fetch!!!"

Frames flashed like film reels, time-traveling to her disabled ex-boyfriend, the Blake who was talking to Riddle—

She walked towards them, but Riddle in the picture suddenly turned his head and scolded her in his teenage way——

"Mary! How dare you—"

Suddenly, the scene twisted and rotated like a full water glass constantly stirring.

Mary had a sharp pain in her head, and after a moment of being pulled away, she was pulled out of his memory by Riddle!

Back in the basement, the lights flickered again.

"Mary! Do you know what you're doing! You're using Legilimency on me!" he growled, gripping her wand.

"What did you do to me again Tom! Why did you do this to me!" She struggled fiercely, but was pinned down firmly by Riddle.

"Are you talking about your exes? Those bastards? Are they right for you? You never thought you were me—me, you were right for me! You belonged to me! Don't you understand?"

Merlin, they are still stuck together now!

"Tom Riddle, if you like me! You should tell me and come after me! I want to choose my own life! Not by you! Use dirty tricks to make me think you are the only one in this world! God, it turns out It's you—Hugh was instigated! What's the difference between you and a murderer?"

Riddle looked at his hysterical lover, and he felt a terrible headache again. He didn't know what made his mind split. He was extremely angry and yelled morbidly: "Mary! Even if I don't tell him which day he will kill you, I saved you! Well, murderer--murderer--you want to see my memory, so come on-"

He pulled the tip of her wand and pointed to his forehead, all her struggles were powerless, and the surrounding space twisted——

Mary saw everything, the bloody truth that got her wish.

She has incarnated countless herself and placed herself in different scenes—the Riddle who taunts Hugh, the Riddle who persuades Lucretia, the Riddle who releases the basilisk to knock Myrtle down, the Riddle who kills her father, Riddle who used the Unforgivable Curse on others—everything, every Riddle in these pictures is walking towards her—

kissed her.

Above the spirit, above the flesh/body, she is falling, constantly downward.

作者有话要说：阿巴阿巴阿巴。感谢在2020-12-2404:52:53~2020-12-2519:57:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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