[HP] Tom next door to Mary

She didn't die, it was when she was lying down... She couldn't remember exactly how many days she found out, but she couldn't wake up, just like that, and I don't know how long it took between life and death, and the light appeared .

She is not used to seeing light, even the weakest gleam in the dark night.

It took her a while to admit that she had come from a void to another... space?

She squinted her eyes and watched the old man in front of her take out a strange container from her pocket, only to hear a click, and everything around her returned to darkness.

"Can you talk?" The old man's voice has a reassuring power. She thinks that her life should have finally reached the end, "I think you may not be used to the light, and you may need to wait a while, move your body first, Stop lying here."

If she remembered correctly, she was lying in that person's arms one second before her consciousness disappeared, and she had no idea what happened next, only the boundless darkness after closing her eyes.

With countless replays of memories.

She fumbled around and sat up from the wooden box. It was not difficult at all, and she was even a little energetic.

"Who are you?" She didn't say a word for a long time, making her voice hoarse and ugly.

"It's more energetic than I thought, Mary." He smiled, "There should be no problem, let's start accepting the light now."

Mary guessed he should have made a waving motion - the tip of his wand shone brightly, perhaps with her in mind, the light was less harsh.

The old man has silver hair, a beard that grows almost to his abdomen, and a lens that looks like a crescent moon. His eyes are full, but his nose is crooked, which compromises his overall kindness and kindness.

"Professor Dumbledore?!" Mary blurted out, "You're dead too?! Oh no, the living dead... My God, what happened to you?"

"Oh, I'm so happy that you haven't forgotten me! Seeing that you are in good spirits, I think he is also very relieved." He stretched out his hand with a smile, and pulled her out of the wooden coffin, "But things are not what you imagined .”

Mary looked around and found that what she had just stepped out of was a dirt pit, and judged from the environment that she and Professor Dumbledore were in a cemetery.

"Uh, who are you talking about?" The "he" startled her and pushed the thought to the top of the priority list.It stands to reason that there are only two people who have any connection with her in the world, this him, don't be "he".

But what about the other him, her child?Will Tom take care of him when she's gone?

Generally seeing her doubts, Dumbledore's mirrors reflected, and said to her: "It will be a little difficult to explain for a while, but don't worry, we will leave here first, and you will know the answer when we get to your house .”

Home?Mary felt a sense of resistance.She thought to herself how should she face Tom Riddle?All she wanted was to send him to Azkaban!But hadn't Tom always hated Dumbledore, and during this time they'd settled down?

impossible!

But she was willing to believe Dumbledore.After all, Dumbledore was much more believable than the rotten guy she met.

Because Dumbledore said they had to be in a hurry, waking up had to put Mary on an almost intercontinental transfer of Portkeys.

She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in her stomach, so she could only hold on to the wall with one hand and retch.

She swore that she would never touch a little movement magic again.

After barely suppressing her nausea, she was taken into a house by Dumbledore, which seemed nothing more than ordinary—the green lawn was well-greened, and creepers occupied more than half of the outer wall, and a sparrow flew out of it from time to time.In the past, she would have been very satisfied with this house, but now it made her extremely nervous, for fear that a Tom Riddle would pop out of it.

The main color of the house is also the bright yellow she likes, but the decoration is more modern, and there are only a few Muggle appliances missing.

There was still a dilapidated large suitcase in the corridor, as if someone had rushed over, and there were not only a few conversations, but also the smell of tea from the living room.

To be honest, she didn't know how long she would be unlucky—as expected, as soon as she stepped into the living room, she saw a man who was still chatting with a dusty man walking towards her at high speed!

If you want to ask her what she remembers most clearly after being in a coma for so long, it is of course the face of Tom Riddle!

She used to be able to say that she loved him, but now there is only indelible...sadness.

Yes, she thought that if she met him again, she would definitely bring him to justice, no matter what the price, she would send him to Azkaban!

But when she saw the strong smile on his brow and eyes, she couldn't express any hatred from her mouth.

But she is also principled, she will not let Riddle do those horrible things because of her personally.

Mary immediately thought about getting a wand. Although she couldn't beat him, she could sneak attack if she found a chance, not to mention there was Dumbledore here!

Damn it!She has no wand!Where did her wand go? !

As if hearing her inner calling, Riddle immediately took out the wand from his pocket and motioned her to get it—her wand was with him.

"Is this what you're looking for?" There was a hint of a young man's hoarseness in his words, but they sounded nice.

The emerald-like eyes were gentle, and they did not match the Riddle in her memory.

This is very similar to Riddle's face when he pretends to be a snake, but the real Riddle's expression is always full of contempt, ridicule and condescending disgust.

I can't take care of so much anymore!

Mary made a decisive decision. She snatched her wand, slapped his handsome face, and raised her knee to hit him hard in the stomach before he was caught off guard!

"Professor Dumbledore, don't be fooled by him!" Mary pointed her wand at Riddle who fell to the ground in pain, watched him huddle pitifully, and let out a righteous voice: "He is a bastard!"

Another travel-worn guest had never seen this posture before. He looked tired and was about to pour milk into the tea.

Now he picked up not a milk bottle, but a wand—the young woman who came in knocked his master to the ground without any explanation, and when the woman grabbed him by the ear and lifted him from the ground, Dumbledore finally got out of here Responding to an explosive farce, they started to pull the two apart.

"Professor, Professor Dumbledore! Don't be fooled by him! Don't believe a word he says!" She kept struggling and shouted at another person, "Who are you? You are his friend?"

"I guess I should explain—" Riddle rubbed his ear and muttered "It hurts" under his breath, "Lupine, you can let her go."

"What are you explaining, bah! Don't look at him now, he is a villain! A murderer!" Mary glared at Lupine, "Are you his accomplice!"

"Okay, Mom, is it okay to stop? You've just woken up, and I think you still—" Riddle's green eyes were troubled, "You've got to ask me to check you out."

"Who's—Mom, Mom? You can't be..." Lupine finally felt Mary's struggle lessen, and his voice was tinged with great shock, "Christopher?!"

"Otherwise? You don't really think I'm that old guy, do you?" Chris put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, showing a proud and disdainful expression.

Only now did Mary look more carefully, and the person in front of her was not much different from Tom—his facial features were almost the same as his father's, but they followed Mary's outline and were softer.Especially those emerald green eyes, mixed on his body, are extremely captivating.

However, when he showed his disdain for his father, almost Tom's image overlapped, affecting her, making her heart beat violently and bewildered.

However, he was very young, not the kind of man who looked young, but too much-he was like Tom at fourteen or fifteen!

Mary is a little confused. On the one hand, it may have been a few years. It makes sense that he is still a student, but the "old stuff" and Dumbledore's appearance in his mouth, at least a few years have passed. ten years.

"It's like this, Mom." He could see Mary's doubts, but he asked the others to sit down first. "A lot of things happened, and we'll have to talk for a long time."

Chris waved his wand and poured a cup of black tea for everyone.Mary hooked the handle of the teacup and listened to Chris slowly coming. She didn't digest the huge amount of information he output until the tea was cold.

It turned out that nearly 50 years had passed since she "died".

In the past few decades, Christopher's age has always stayed at a certain day in April because of the backlash of Gaunt's ring, and time has never turned on his body.

During these decades, Tom Riddle became Voldemort and launched a wizarding war in order to protect the interests of pure blood.

These decades were filled with blood and sacrifice, until the appearance of a boy led to Voldemort's own demise, ending it all.

But last year, Voldemort actually possessed a teacher, coveting the Philosopher's Stone, in an attempt to make a comeback.

It may be that he had such an ambition a long time ago, or it may be that he was blinded by his own desire after that.

Before the sudden "death", she didn't have time to think about it, but now, she finally understands that he is no longer the one who fought with her in the orphanage over little things, drenched and relied on each other on the beach, had so much... The Tom Riddle who met and parted for the first time.

He finally got lost on the path of black magic.

"Very well, everything is normal, the old thing finally did a good thing." Chris chanted a spell, and danced strange patterns around Mary with his wand.

"Things have turned into this..." Mary muttered to herself, not recovering for a while.

"He can do anything, and honestly, I'm not surprised he's thinking about coming back," Chris put away his wand, crossed his arms around his chest, and said with a straight face, "You know what? He just left , One day after your death, you didn’t care about me, didn’t tell anyone—that’s right! Just disappeared! I grew up with the people in the research institute, ha, fortunately I inherited him and I can live well without a father But what he doesn't know is, I actually only recently realized that you are not dead at all, but this kind of spell is very difficult to break, hey, this is something that cannot be explained clearly in a few words - so I invited Dumbledore Professor Lido helps."

"It's easy to do." Dumbledore, who was drinking tea, raised his teacup. "I believe that with the addition of Mary, a very well-founded witness, we will have a breakthrough in our investigation of Voldemort."

"You mean—" Mary was about to answer when she heard a whirlwind sound, followed by the sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground, and a plump woman appeared.

"Oh my God, I heard that you brought back the man's wife, didn't you?" She raised her voice, surprised and tinged with fear, and it was obvious that she couldn't control her volume until her eyes averted After a circle, it landed on Mary, and her emotions completely turned into disbelief, "This can't be--Merlin! How old are you! I don't understand, the mysterious man is really hateful, this can't be yours Son? I can't stand it. He's about the same age as the two troublemakers in our family. I also have a younger son who's going to be in second grade this year. You have to be a teenager to be forced by that guy. ? Were you an adult at the time?"

Mary was so shocked that the red-haired woman in front of her kept asking questions. The red-haired woman completely regarded her as a coerced "misstep" woman, and continued to comfort herself: " Fortunately, your son looks like you."

Fortunately, at this moment the doorbell rang, and she briefly paused in her relief.Oddly enough, the doorbell rang several times as if non-stop before the red-haired woman started to answer the door: "My husband likes Muggle things, and he asked me to ring the doorbell seven times before opening the door for him."

"The Muggle doorbell actually uses electricity. It's amazing!" The gentleman who entered the door was also red-haired, and he looked like a husband and wife with the lady. He grabbed her hand and talked excitedly about the Muggle battery, hoping You can take a collection with you when you leave.

"Oh, and, Professor McGonagall, just knocked down at the door." He took a step back and guided an elegant tabby cat into it in a gentlemanly manner.

However, it was the cat that blew up when it saw Mary.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year~Mary is back~

Thank you for your support last year, so many nutrient solutions and Lei!

However, jj pumped me more than 100 nutrient solutions (cry

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