[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary, even if she is an excellent people's soldier who has experienced the Second World War, she has never encountered such a situation——

Your husband from 60 years ago, your son who was in the 90s but hasn’t changed in 40 years, and yourself, who has been sleeping alone for 30 years, are gathered together.

It's a bit of a mouthful, but it's the truth.

Mary was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say.

Riddle was looking at her—well, the one from 60 years ago, as if waiting for an explanation from her.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Well, her good son Chris began to make up again, "Who is he...?"

Chris walked up to them, looking puzzled.

Mary felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, jumped up from the bed, grabbed Chris, and said to him, "Chris, listen to me—"

At this moment, the man behind her pulled her back collar, and the skin on the back of her neck touched the cold back of her hand, and she leaned back directly, falling into the man's arms.

She had just been deprived of part of her magic power by Riddle, and her breathing was unstable and her mind was dizzy.

Mary was gently strangled by Riddle's right hand, and the other hand was around her waist. Hearing his bad tone: "Who are you?"

"I don't think you should talk to me in this tone," Chris sneered, took out his wand and threatened: "Although I don't know why you are facing my face, but first, you have to let her go, she Not someone you can afford."

"Oh, your face? This is interesting." He freed a hand, gently took Mary's wand hand and pointed at Chris, "I think if I were you, I wouldn't choose to provoke you." I."

"Uh, well, I mean I think the solution for you now is to have a calm talk instead of a fight..." As things turned out, Mary thought she was getting more dizzy.

"I'm talking to him," Riddle said coldly, "Chris? Is that your name?"

The battle was about to start, and the magic wave even flowed in the air, making the decoration of the whole room start to vibrate.

But Mary couldn't stand it, she wanted to scream, and she did.

"Damn it! I knew you guys weren't going to be on good terms! How could you get into an argument like this, help! How could I get into this - that's enough! You, Chris! Get your wand Put it down!" After yelling at Chris, she struggled and scolded Riddle: "And you, Tom! Damn, can't you see the reason why you look the same? Why do you choose to fight when you meet! Let go! Otherwise I will give your diary to Dumbledore!"

Chris was very obedient. After Mary finished speaking, he put away his wand for a while, stared at Riddle, and said firmly, "Let go of my mother!"

Riddleton nodded, blinked, and finally chose to let go of Mary's hand, no longer restricting her movements.

Mary, who had regained her freedom, jumped out of his arms, put her waist down, and preached to him aggressively in the usual Riddle's most annoying tone, "You are really annoying, I don't know why I was still complacent and thought I was very happy , happier than everyone else!"

"So, you have to explain to me what he meant by 'Mom', Mary." Riddle completely ignored Mary's verbal bombardment, and only cared about one important point, "Mary, you are pregnant, You also had a baby - and that's 50 years later."

"Why can't our world's smartest Tom Riddle think that this is your son?" Mary twitched the corner of her mouth, and said in a strange way, and the moment her voice fell, the air and time seemed to be at that moment Instantly froze.

It is also double added.

After all, Riddle couldn't believe that he and Mary had a child. He knew that what Mary loved most was marriage—he wouldn't marry her!Damn, Mary didn't put a curse on him, did she?But can he get Mary to do it?

No matter how you think about it, it's impossible!

And little Mr. Riddle couldn't believe it either—didn't his habitual disgusting father die!This young version of the person is actually me? !He thought who drank the compound soup and turned into himself to lie to his mother!Oh shit, didn't realize he wasn't green-eyed.

Chris took a step forward and blocked Mary behind him, with vigilance and deep disgust in his eyes.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're a Horcrux. That's easy, you're almost vulnerable." Chris sneered at Riddle, and whispered to Mary, "Where's the Horcrux's body?"

Riddle, whose real identity was named, was not in a hurry, and didn't even stand up from the bed.He put his long legs on the other one, turned his head casually, bypassed Chris, and said directly to Mary, "Is it really my son? I think he is quite stupid."

"How do you want me to answer?" Mary raised her wand, and the body of the Horcrux Riddle lightly fell into her hand, tightly protecting it.

"Stop talking nonsense with him, Mom." Chris snatched the diary and hit it "torn apart", but the diary was just as Mary expected, and the division spell couldn't penetrate his attachment. It takes no damage from the magic on it.

"You can't destroy a Horcrux."

Riddle remained calm. He finally stood up, with his hands behind his back, his chin raised, and his tone was full of contempt: "If you think you can easily deal with me, you are very wrong."

There he stood, slowly, with a strange, foggy gleam about him, and Mary felt even more uncomfortable, as if her strength had been drained from her body.

"It doesn't feel good to let a dead person laugh at me." Chris said indifferently, with a mocking smile that was eight points similar to Riddle's, "You are just one of the Horcruxes. One, are you sure you can beat me?"

"One of the Horcruxes?" Riddle savored this sentence carefully, and sighed softly: "This is interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around to avoid a curse from Chris. A big hole was broken in the wall behind him, and the wall fragments were still melting.

His face, too, was streaked with blood from the cursed blade, and quickly decayed into an ugly scar.

After the unsightly scars left marks on Riddle's handsome face, it increased his overall hostility, and even more reflected his own viciousness.

"Interesting spell, Chris, is your name Chris? I'm a little impressed with you." His slender fingers stroked his cheek, which was obviously a shocking wound, but he didn't even frown.

Mary felt herself at a loss for words.

"Hmph, it's your luck that you can still talk here." His green eyes were emotionless, and he pointed his wand at him, but continued to say to Mary: "Mom, take the diary and go to Dumbledore." profitable."

Riddle's face changed slightly, and he immediately resumed his smirk, and his eyes moved to Mary. After seeing her expression, he confidently delayed the time with Chris: "You think Dumbledore can solve everything by coming forward? That's strange. My son would trust that old guy so much."

"You don't need to worry about it, you know it, your death is coming."

"Huh?! What the hell happened?!"

It was not any one of the three who said this—someone broke into the room again, making the small room even more crowded.

It was Remus Lupine.

His hair was light brown with a few strands of white hair mixed in, and his face was sickly.But one hand was already gripping the wand, in an attacking stance.

"Someone broke in?!" He asked loudly, pointing around with his wand, and finally found that there was a teenager in this room besides Mary and Chris.

He looks exactly like Chris.

He froze for a moment, the wand in his hand hadn't been put down yet.The wand tip hovered between the two Mr. Riddle.

"Polyjuice Potion? Or Transfiguration Charm?"

Riddle didn't go home, he frowned, and looked at the extra middle-aged man with unfriendly eyes.

who is he?Why are you here?What is it with Mary?

"It's not Remus," Chris said with a good attitude towards Lupin. After all, they are old acquaintances and "special people". "This is... um, housework?"

Lupine's eye sockets twitched, he repaired the hole in the wall with his wand, looked at the wound on Riddle's face again, and said, "The way your family handles housework...it's so weird, to be honest, it's pretty weird. Hot-blooded—for my sake, stop, okay?"

He put away his wand, stretched out his hand to Riddle, polite and friendly: "Hi, I'm Remus Lupine, Christopher's friend—hey, Chris, you never told me you have an older brother."

"...Ah, we are twins, and we have had a bad relationship since we were young. You know, it's like this between brothers." Chris was unwilling to reveal the Horcrux to Lupine, after all, Dumbledore did not want to cause it so far. Lots of panic, the diary is manageable... now just take it to Dumbledore, oh crap—

Only then did he notice Mary, and cursed himself that if he was not careful, he would not have noticed that there was something wrong with his mother—Mary's face was pale, even uglier than Lupine's, she was covering her head, her eyes were distracted, and she was about to Fall to the side.

But Riddle caught her—this is connected with the little guess in his heart. The reason why the diary can transform into a real body must have absorbed magic power. The reason for the mother's weakness is...

"Remus, help me catch him!" he yelled, but was attacked first by Riddle - he took Mary's wand and knocked him flying against the wall!

And Lupine was confused by this sudden and continued infighting, he could only go to help Chris up first, and at this time Riddle's figure had begun to change.

In the next second, he disapparated away with Mary.

Mary was dazed, not knowing exactly what had happened, only that when she regained consciousness she had no idea where she was.

You can feel the fishy smell of sea water in your nose, and you can hear the sound of waves hitting the sand in your ears.

"Mary."

She slowly opened her eyes, and saw Riddle was right in front of her, with one arm around her waist, allowing her to maintain a standing posture.

With his back to the light, he held her wand against her chin, forcing her to look up and see his gloomy yet excited face.

His red pupils flickered, and he gave her an order.

"Now, take me to see me."

The author has something to say: It's been a long time! ! !Finally freed up time to write about Marie QAQ, I want to chime in, I’ve been really busy recently!It's been a long time since I've updated, and the new article is also a cold topic, so I feel that no one reads it, but I'm still working hard to write! (Those who work hard are the prettiest!)

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