[HP] Tom next door to Mary

"Why, Tom? What do you say it is?"

Mary didn't like him getting too close, and the smell of fruit pulp shampoo filled her nostrils. She reached out to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist again, probably thinking that Mary was going to get rough with him again, but he guessed That's right.

Mary is not happy.

I pressed hard before it happened!Now have to work harder!

Mary pushed his head against his, and after a muffled sound, Riddle let go of his hand and kept a distance from her.

"Mary." He gritted his teeth when he pronounced her name, completely without the consciousness of the instigator.

"Tom, calm down your expression." Mary dissatisfied, "Is this appropriate? If you sleep on my bed at my house, you still want to touch me?"

Tom had never been polite in her eyes.And Riddle no longer concealed himself from the moment he started attacking her, it was still the kind of pure evil that originated from childhood, and the previous strange emotions were gone.How could he not hide himself, and just release this kind of malice towards Mary, which is not threatening and unnecessary.

Mary felt that he was really not self-conscious as a guest.

He must have pretended to be polite at Hogwarts!I was almost deceived by him. I can see a person's personality from an early age. This sentence is indeed true.

"That was a day I will never forget in my life." She put away the old theater ticket and said to herself, "I received the acceptance letter and the only chance to see the opera—— Of course, I watched it on my stomach, but it was still very interesting, and I still remember Brunhilde."

"Oh." He muttered vaguely, rubbing his forehead, he felt a small lump between his forehead.

"And... Tom Riddle," she suddenly smiled vindictively, and called him by name, "I've been curious for several years, and I just mentioned this, I want to ask you, the second What did you do this morning? Did you kiss me? Or was it a dream?"

Riddle's eyes were full of gloom, but soon, he put on his thick disguise, evoking a very calm smirk, but there was always a little danger in his smile.

"Yes, I did, but so what?"

Yes, Mary, so what?Do you think that I will be nervous, shy and even stammering to discuss this immature taste with you in front of you?

Or do you want to see me deny it, and then you dig out the nonsense like hell?I have absolutely no interest in recalling, let you down.

Mary really thought that he would directly deny it, how could he keep his face and heartbeat like this, as if saying that the steak you cooked today is only edible.

"Not much," said Mary dryly.After that day, the two of them acted like normal people, getting along as they wanted.But for Mary, the feeling was real, and she could be sure of what he did. After many years, even the scene at that time was blurred in her memory, and it became both a dream and a reality, and she even almost thought that she was right about this scene. There was something wrong with the boy's face. Today they directly disclosed the truth of the year. It really can't be done, but it would be weird if the first kiss was really Tom, but since he was only seven years old back then, and they There was no love between them, and Mary secretly labeled this first kiss as "not counting".

Crazy, she cursed again in her heart.

"I'm afraid you'll mutate if you catch a cold again." She summoned a towel with her wand and threw it on his head, "Good night, Tom."

She walked to the door and turned around again, her dark blue nightgown swayed slightly with her movements, "Why, don't you want to say goodnight to me?"

"Good night, Mary."

She snorted softly and walked out of the room.

The next day, she had a weird illusion that she was back in the orphanage. She got up early to prepare breakfast. Just as she was debating whether to make an extra breakfast, Riddle walked out of her room slowly, waiting for him to wash up. After finishing, I naturally sat down at the table.

Do you want to charge him for breakfast?But Tom might be poorer than she was.

Mary thought about her suffocated wallet and brought her breakfast.

Still the same, she and him ate quietly face to face, time seemed to be reversed.

"Your clothes are not dry, you can go in something else." She finished eating first, tied up her hair, and picked up the plate, "Just put it in the sink after you finish eating."

"Mary, can't you use magic to solve it?" He had an expression of "Is your wand just a decoration?" But this time, he didn't eat as delicately as he had eaten, and quickly solved the breakfast.

"You have to force me to say it, I was expelled from the fourth grade, so I don't know how to spell all kinds of things, okay?" Mary pulled out a simple two-piece suit from the second bedroom and threw it to him.

When Mary was a minor, she couldn't use magic at all. In other words, once she entered the world of wizards, she had to abide by their rules.And she was on the battlefield after the age of 17, so she didn't have time to expand her knowledge at all.

"But you can Apparate, Mary."

"I didn't buy an apartment very soon after I came back, and I was going to get married. At that time, someone taught me, and I didn't study very well. If it was like last time, I wouldn't pass the exam."

"Oh? It seems that you haven't broken ties with the magic world. I'm curious, who is that person and why did he teach you?" He seemed to be expressing that there are other people in your ordinary magic career?

"Why do you care so much? Do I have to report everything to you?" She gave him a blank look, "If you still want your clothes after a few days, you can come here by yourself. Now that you are done eating, go back quickly." .”

She lost her temper at all, and quickly sent Riddle away.

In the next few days, Riddle disappeared from her life, but it was just a trivial matter for her. She should think about how to live her life in the future. She held a simple funeral for Hugh, and at the same time I also feel that those days in the flames of war have been buried deep underground with Xio.

The next step is to find a job to make money. Nowadays, many women are encouraged to work in weapon workshops, but this is not suitable for her.

She first interviewed for a few jobs, and finally she stayed to work as a front desk in a dessert shop, and from time to time, she could learn a craft from the back chef, living in the aroma of bread and butter every day, which was exactly what she wanted.

She also decided to delve into culinary magic. After all, the great Ms. Hufflepuff is a gourmet master, and the exclusive dishes at Hogwarts are all recipes left by her.

She had to find time to go to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley has not changed much all the time. Most of them are century-old shops, but there are still various small stalls floating around. If you want to find treasures, you need to have 1 minds.

She bought some wand care supplies, since her poor little wand hadn't been polished in years.

Then, she saw Tom Riddle in Diagon Alley.

He had changed into the plain black robes of wizards, the tallest of his company.

He looks very gentle, very gentle and gentle, harmless to humans and animals.This makes him look even better, perhaps those eyes can be described as breathtaking.But Mary's level is not high, she can only admit that Tom Riddle at this time is handsome and extraordinary.

He is listening carefully to other people's conversations.At the same time, the people around him also gave him approval and admiration, and most of these people were dressed expensively.

Not at all like the one Mary had known and seen—this Tom Riddle, the pleasant-faced, many-friends.

The distance between them was not far, and she could guarantee that he definitely saw her—because his eyes stayed in her direction for a few seconds, then moved away, and continued to chat with other people.

He saw it, but he just didn't want to say hello.

However, in the Muggle world, Riddle called her first instead.

Can't understand him.

But she didn't want to go any further, and the idea of ​​going to Ollivander's shop to do some inspection of the wand was immediately cut off by her, and she turned and walked into the eawl owl shop, thinking about buying an owl for herself.

"I'd like an owl... something less expensive and less expensive."

As soon as she came in, her poor nature was revealed.

"...Look at this one." The clerk reluctantly moved out a cage. The horned owl inside looked dull, the color of its feathers was like bark, and there was a sand-colored collar around its neck. "It's cheaper for you, I don't guarantee that it won't send the wrong letter, Ba Gallon."

"Eight!?" Mary stared, "In what year do you want eight galleons!"

"I'll buy it for you." Someone pushed the door open, and a young man with red hair stood beside him. His face was a little round, but it was just right, making him even more cute.

"Egg! I actually met you here!"

The gentleman's name was Ignatius Prewett, and he and Mary had also known each other in school.He was from Gryffindor College, and he liked Mary once, but he was issued a card.

Thinking about it, I was only 13 years old at the time, and I was so stupid that I never put love into my mind.

Then she also met Yig, who helped her master Apparation.

Mary immediately took out the money, already owed him a lot of favors, this time... can only be regarded as a celebration of her finding a job!

"Then let me carry it for you." He took the cage generously, and then took out the money and handed it to the clerk, "Two big boxes of owl nuts, how about I give you this?"

"You don't need to spend money." Mary was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay." He took the packaged food again, pushed open the store door with his forearm, and motioned for Mary to leave first.

"Where are you going next?" he asked.

"I'm going to buy a book, about life magic, and cookbooks."

"Are you going to give it to your boyfriend?" Ignatius said without hesitation, and Mary shook her head, telling him what happened recently.

"What!?" His voice was so loud that it attracted other people's attention and glances. Mary hurriedly pushed him into Lihen Bookstore, but his face was as red as his hair, "How could he do this to you!"

"It's all in the past. I'm doing well now. I have more opportunities to get in touch with magic, and I have found a job I like! Am I not preparing to devote myself to work now?"

"Mary, you're just too kind," he said angrily.The blush did not subside, "It's really evil, good girls always meet bad men."

"You're exaggerating, Ig." She started rummaging through the shelves for what she needed, Practical Household Magic, The Magic of Baking Bread—this one was good, she needed it badly, and this ...... "Create a Feast!" "...

"Mary, I wanted to ask, I mean... are you free tonight, because I happen to be alone, and it would be great if you were, how about going to dinner?"

"Huh? What?" The concentrating Mary didn't hear too clearly, "Dinner, what do you want for dinner?"

When I learn this, I will do it for you myself!How much favor do I owe you!

"I mean--"

"Mary."

"what?!"

Mary was really startled when she heard the sound. She couldn't hold the books firmly, and some of them fell to the ground. She quickly squatted down and picked them up with Ig and patted them again. She looked sheepishly at the manager not far away.

Riddle didn't help her pick up the book, he tilted his head slightly, and waited until she stood up and looked at him.

He was alone now.

She glanced at Yige and found that he was also looking at him curiously, probably thinking about who this person was. After all, when he knew Mary, he had never heard of this person, and his appearance was indeed very popular with girls. type, still very young.

"What's the matter with you, Tom?"

His black eyes were full of smiles, and his tone was very casual, speaking so casually but just right.

"Didn't you tell me to come here by myself if you want, then tonight?"

What's wrong? !

"I mean your clothes, Tom!"

He simply said "um", "Indeed."

The author has something to say: 15-year-old Tom wants to make trouble for every man around Mary. After all, he is the one who makes Mary feel happy when he is unhappy.

IG: Nice girls meet bad guys all the time!

Riddle: (raises hand slowly) I think this guy you're talking about is here.

This article is written for a viscous and impure story, um, everyone understands it.