[HP] Tom next door to Mary

It was difficult for McGonagall to accept this kind of thing for a while.

And she was probably the only one of those present who knew Mary's "real" age.

She's getting older now, and she's incoherent about it, not as serious and demanding as she was during teaching time.

"After I found out that you married that person, I couldn't accept it anymore. What's more, it's like this, Merlin! Mary, you are so young, but I'm already an old woman."

Mag's tone was full of sadness, with the exclamation of meeting the old man and the sigh of the years.

Mary didn't know how to answer, after all, it couldn't be explained in a few words.

At this time, another doorbell rang, offsetting her embarrassment, and Dumbledore said, "Oh, our last friend has arrived."

The last guest who came was dressed in a black robe, his face was straightened, his black hair was long to his chin, glossy.

Mary thinks that people who need to understand Riddle will think he is extremely difficult to mess with, and the newcomer, at a glance, knows that he is exuding a "leave me alone" temperament all over his body.

His gloomy gaze swept across Mary and Christopher, and finally stopped on Dumbledore, and nodded slightly: "Professor Dumbledore."

"Now that everyone is here, let's talk about Harry's encounter with Voldemort last semester."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and said the word "Voldemort" easily, which made the faces of the others sink.Apart from Mary and Christopher, some people broke out in a cold sweat.

They took their seats one by one, and Chris snapped his fingers, letting the tea set fly towards them obediently, and all of them automatically poured out steaming black tea.

Dumbledore picked up his teacup, nodded at Christopher, and started the topic: "We have to admit that Voldemort will return."

"However, it is absolutely true that he died—otherwise, his disappearance in the past ten years, the death eaters scattered in all directions—and the deaths of the Potters, how can we explain all this?" The fat woman looked terrified, Lips quivered.

"But last semester, Professor Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort—"

"Please don't mention this name again!" Mary knew that the name Riddle had given herself had become an existence that everyone feared, and the fat woman was obviously the most feared in the audience, but she interrupted Dumbledore At that time, he apologized for his gaffe: "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I understand, I understand, I'm just, my children are still so young, I'm just, too scared, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Molly..." Her husband patted her on the back, subconsciously aiming at Mary.

Mary accepted his gaze, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Relax, Jasmine. Harry beat him again, as you know. All the children in the school are growing up healthily, but at the same time, I believe that I have taught the mysterious man, and he will never let it go until he has achieved his goal." Dumbledore comforted, and replaced "Voldemort" with "Mysterious Man", "So, I ask all the former members of the Order of the Phoenix to protect Harry and be prepared before this devil comes again. "

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Professor McGonagall nodded solemnly, and the slightly shabby-clothed one agreed with lowered eyes, while the middle-length hair man's lips were tightly pursed, he didn't know what he was thinking, but in the end it was insignificant Zha Di tapped his chin lightly.

After the meeting, Mrs. Weasley and her husband said they were going home to prepare dinner. Harry, whom they mentioned many times, was now living in their house.

Lupine was going to stay at his house temporarily. Before carrying his luggage up to the second floor, Chris gave him a bottle of potion to make him pay attention to his body. It seemed that they knew each other from before.

The dark-haired man's name was Snape, and he seemed to be full of secrets. After talking with Dumbledore in a low voice, he disapparated.

Professor McGonagall seemed to want to catch up with Mary, but she learned that Mary had just woken up—she seemed to know part of the truth, so she told her to make an appointment next time, saying that she was going back to Hogsmeade.

Only Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back, and when they were all gone, he said to their mother and son: "Do you mind if we talk again?"

"I may have waited too long for this conversation, Professor Dumbledore." Mary frowned, "I have too many questions, can I ask first?"

"Of course, ladies first." Dumbledore laughed.

"I know you asked me a long time ago, wanting to know what kind of man Tom is through me, but I have also been deceived for many years-Professor, if you knew then, why didn't you tell me? It took me It's been years since I found out..."

"I'm sorry, Mary." Years later, his voice became more vicissitudes, like the old man in Muggle fairy tales, "I must admit that I also made many mistakes. What worries me is the cruel, secretive and domineering nature that is evident in him. I scare him with spells and force him to atone for his sins. Since then, I've wanted to give him a chance, maybe he'll give up on him He will change those cruel ideals, maybe I am wrong, he has changed the lives of many people, and he is no longer a child who can be bluffed with a burning wardrobe."

"Mary, I used to think that you were the one who could change him." He sighed, with deep sadness on his face.

A soft hum came into her ears, and she quickly kicked the person who made the sound.

"He won't change." Christopher said stubbornly regardless of the reminder: "He has no feelings at all. If I were you, Professor, I would never let him into Hogwarts."

"Oh, no." Mary imagined the scene, and Tom Riddle Jr. had to ask her countless times for a recommendation letter and became angry after being unsuccessful-he was very powerful, even if no one taught him, he would still use various methods To learn and control his ability will undoubtedly become another anti-social element.

"Okay, let's skip the family conflict first." Dumbledore's expression returned to calm, "Mary, I want to ask you for confirmation, I have checked many books, although I don't want to admit it, there is only one reason for Voldemort to come back—— "

"Horcrux, Professor." Mary took up his words, and trembled when she said the word again, and Riddle's greedy expression appeared in her mind again.

Dumbledore showed a "sure enough" expression.

"More than one." As soon as Dumbledore and Christopher said this, they were surprised, and Mary said firmly: "I read part of his memory at the end, and he created two Horcruxes."

"Two horcruxes... No one has been able to create two horcruxes yet." Dumbledore was well-informed, but it took a while to calm down: "Because of the horcruxes, he can Wandering in the world even worse than a soul...The situation is still in our favor, we can destroy the Horcrux before he is successfully resurrected!"

Mary sighed when she heard Dumbledore's words "living worse than a soul", "Horcrux, I know... one is the diary I gave him once, and the other is his ring. But I don't know where they are now."

"It was a great help to Mary," Dumbledore gave Mary a positive look, "do you know anything else?"

Mary thought about it, but didn't go into details about some things, "He killed many people 50 years ago." She covered her face and broke down: "If I had known earlier, even earlier in the morning, things might not have happened. It will develop like this. I will also look for Horcruxes, Professor Dumbledore. Although the world is very big, at least, I think I am the closest person to understand him..."

"Thank you, Mary, but I think you should take a rest." Dumbledore's answer was ambiguous, but Christopher on the side couldn't help but said: "I will stay with my mother, and thank you for helping me, Professor Dumbledore , I think the deal between us is a success."

"Oh, don't you think that's just a deal?" Dumbledore shrugged.

Mary couldn't understand what they were referring to, but even she could feel Christopher's obvious expulsion order. Dumbledore didn't wait for Chris's answer, and he wasn't annoyed. He just told them that they could contact him if they had anything to do. Shadow is gone.

"Well, Mom, you don't have to listen to Dumbledore for everything." When they were alone, Chris cast a soundproof spell on the living room and warned her: "I don't think he can be completely trusted."

"This sentence is very similar to Tom." Mary pouted, "I thought Professor Dumbledore helped me break this curse because you have a good relationship."

"You heard it too, I promised him another thing."

"What's the matter? Something to do with Tom?" asked Mary.

"Don't ask, don't ask, okay, mom." Christopher frowned when he heard the name "Tom", very much like his father.

He started another topic and said, "Have a good rest, Mom. I can take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Diagon Alley 50 years later, do you want to go?"

"Of course!" Mary's smiling eyes curved, and she asked again, "Do we still have time to do these things?"

"Voldemort wouldn't jump out of the ground just to say he was resurrected, okay?" Christopher sighed, "The second room on the left on the second floor is for you, and the bathroom is opposite, I believe you would like to take a bath." Hot baths—I wish you hadn't told him all about it, Mom."

Mary didn't answer any more, and went up to the second floor in silence. After studying the bathing equipment for a long time, Lupine who passed by finally helped.

Fortunately, Chris added a lot of clothes to her, so that she would not still be wearing this "funeral dress". She lowered her eyes, thinking about her efforts to integrate into modern society, and thinking about the relationship between Chris and her. With a generation gap, while thinking about where to find the Horcrux, gradually fell asleep.

The next day, she didn't know the current fashion trend, so she chose an ordinary white shirt, a knee-length denim skirt, and a wizard robe over it, and simply went out.

In fact, she didn't care much about what Diagon Alley had become—to be honest, as soon as she stepped into Diagon Alley, she knew that wizards hadn't developed at all in the past 50 years. Most of the shops that are progressing for the times are still the same. They should be old and old, and the outside is painted with a new coat of paint, and all people are locked inside, and only the products are updated.

Oh, and the newest broom is called Nimbus 2001.

"Dad, I'm sure I'll be in the cadet team this semester, right?" Just as she and Chris were looking at the display window of the latest broomstick, a boy's voice came to their ears.

The boy stared at the Nimbus 2001 brightly, and unabashedly belittled the familiar person: "Harry Potter's Nimbus 2000 from last year is outdated, to be honest, he doesn't deserve it at all, he It's just a stupid scar on his forehead that got Dumbledore's dispensation. That's great, Scarhead Harry Potter... look at the headlines in every bookstore where he goes - 'Oh, amazing Harry Potter walked into the bookstore with his legs!'”

"Need I remind you that this is number 11 you said, Draco? Hold back a little bit." The one who is much taller than him must be his father, whose chin is even wider than that of Draco Pointy, long blond hair reaching shoulders, a small wound on the corner of the eye on the pale face, and some wrinkles in his clothes, Mary guessed that this golden man had a fight with someone else.

"Oh, Mary, you're here too?" It was the Mrs. Weasley she saw yesterday who spoke, her smile was stiff, as if it was an embarrassing smile emerging from a rage, and her voice attracted Della again. Coe's father's attention, their eyes contemptuously scrutinized Mary, reminding Mary, these extremely uncomfortable eyes, this golden shining hair - Malfoy!

"You know them?" Jasmine asked tentatively.

"Uh, I don't actually know each other..." Mary wanted to look back at the Malfoy family again, but they had already walked away.

Jasmine's eyebrows moved, "Well, that's good, it's weird, I mean—don't get involved with them."

"I've been—" Mary was about to say something, when suddenly she caught sight of the Weasley family's youngest daughter from the corner of her eye, her heart was beating wildly, and her breathing became short of breath—

In Ginny's cauldron, an old "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" was pressed against another black leather book, which was...

"Is this notebook yours?" Her heart rose to her throat, and every time she uttered a syllable, she could hear the pounding hammer in her heart.

"Ah? What?" The red-haired girl whose name was called was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered her head to look at her cauldron, pulled the two books back and forth several times with her small hands, and said, "...This is my notebook. "

"Really? How did you get it?" Mary couldn't believe it, "Can you show me?"

"I... I saved up my own money to buy a practice book." She didn't dare to look at Mary, and picked at the tattered transformation book with her fingers.

She knew that Ginny was lying, and she could guess from her little actions that Ginny didn't know how this book got into her crucible, and judging from the second-hand goods purchased as a whole, the Weasley family's economic conditions were not that bad. Not too good, Ginny just wanted to keep this second-hand book of unknown origin.

But because she wanted to get the notebook so much, her tone couldn't help but rise, making Ginny flinch again.

"Okay, I'm sorry, am I a little scary?" Mary put on a gentle smile, "I bought a book like this before, but I lost it, it's very important to me, I think..."

"This is my book!" Ginny also bent over, and hid behind Mr. Weasley.

"Ginny! Don't be willful!" Mrs. Weasley smoothed things over, adhering to the fact that Mary in front of her heart seemed to be more pitiful, and immediately took out the diary from Ginny's cauldron and handed it to Mary, "I can give You get a copy, really, dear—this one, Miss Mary, you take, if it's very important to you."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Mary turned to the back of the black leather book and confirmed that it was produced in "Vauxhall Road". It was indeed the one she gave Riddle, and her hands began to tremble.

Mr. Weasley, who doted on his youngest daughter the most, was about to say a few words to Jasmine, but when he saw Mrs. Weasley's expression, he closed his mouth again.However, he thought that his youngest daughter would hold him and cry with aggrievedness, but in fact she did not cry, but was nodding with a smile and a 14-year-old boy was squatting in front of her and talking to her , making Ginny laugh out of tears.

After getting the diary, Mary hurriedly separated from the Weasleys, not even noticing the famous scar boy at all.

Unable to wait a moment, she Apparated back to her room.She flipped frantically through the pages of the diary, exhausting every manifestation spell she knew, trying to get a scrap of Tom Riddle out of them.

In the end, there was nothing, and the diary was still the same as when he got it, only the address where she was looking for Kramer was written.

This feeling of being so close but not being able to go deep made Mary feel bad.

"Mom, you ran too fast, I said, are you sure this thing is the old thing's life-saving jar, Merlin! Do you know how I coaxed the little girl—" At this time, Christopher pushed the door and walked away She entered, causing Mary to turn back in a panic, knocking over the ink bottle on the table with her palm, and in an instant, the dark blue juice stained the blank diary!

"You have to knock on the door! Chris!" Mary said "Oh" annoyed, "Oops! God, this book..."

"I'm sorry Mom, I, I haven't been with you for a long time." Chris was a little flustered, and even a little flustered, "I'll clean it up for you!"

"You have to knock on the door when you get along with others—forget it, I'm sorry, I'm getting angry for no reason, you go out first, and let me deal with it alone."

With the sound of Christopher's door closing, Mary felt dizzy. She found herself "died" with anger and lived with a fiery temper. Voldemort", "Chris who didn't grow up", "friends with old faces", "messy interpersonal relationships"...

She should adapt quickly.

At this moment, she lowered her eyelids and found that the ink-contaminated diary was as clean as new, as if the previous incident had never happened, but the ink bottle had already rolled back and forth on the table.

Then she took a new bottle of ink from the drawer, dipped the quill in it, and let a drop of ink fall on the first page of the diary.

The ink shone brightly on the paper for a second, then seemed to be sucked into the paper, disappearing without a trace.

Mary's distress and loss were immediately taken over by excitement again, and she quickly wrote a line of words on the paper, almost tearing the paper.

"Hello. I'm Mary."

This line of text flickered on the paper, and was also sucked in, leaving no trace.

Then, finally, a miracle happened.The words that she had never written on the paper were written with her ink.

His handwriting is neat and graceful, and he talked to her through 50 years of time.

"Hello, Mary."

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