HP Wendy's crossing running account

"You are the same as me!" The little boy with black hair and black eyes pressed forward, with twisted excitement and hope shining in his eyes, like... a drowning man grabbing a straw.

Wendy leaned towards the downward stairs without showing any signs, and said in her mouth, "What... what is the same?"

"You are the same as me!"

Wendy glanced down the stairs, ready to run down if something went wrong.But before things get to this stage, there's still a bit of a spin: "I, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You understand! It's that kind of ability." The little boy gave a "you understand" smile.

(Wendy: =_=! I don't understand, original owner, did you do something?)

Seeing that she was silent, the little boy paced back and forth excitedly, chanting incoherently: "It's the first time I've seen someone with the same abilities as me. We are different, right, just Like the chosen ones who are capable. What do those snotty little devils with harelips know, huh, what devils, being read by nuns and old women's bibles-"

He paused, stared at Wendy carefully, and continued talking to himself: "You are so beautiful, much prettier than Jessica's fucking daughter—"

(Wendy: 囧, how beautiful is a 4-year-old kid?)

"—My companion, that's what you should be like." Having said that, he proudly puffed out his chest.

(Wendy: I ​​am good-looking, what the hell are you talking about with You Rong.)

"The first time I had a beetle bite Billy's ass last October, and then at Christmas I let Charlie's new clothes float over the fire where Uncle Kent was secretly roasting potatoes - of course I saw you float That cup, it’s beautifully done!”

(Wendy: What cup of potatoes, I just understand that you are an idiot. Could it be that the original owner is also an idiot, and you got caught playing a prank?)

"At that time, I was going to come to you, but you fell ill immediately. I heard that you were going to die, and I felt sorry for you."

(Wendy: Why do I feel that from your tone, "sorry for me" is a great charity. So I should be grateful and give it to you, right?)

"When you recover from illness, I have been looking for opportunities. But, oh my god, you are almost never alone. Finally, I caught you today." The boy finally finished speaking, looking at Wendy with piercing eyes, Looking forward to her reaction.

(Wendy: The blood tank is empty.)

She turned her head unnaturally, avoiding the boy's expectant gaze, and muttered, "What ability? I don't know, you must have made a mistake."

The boy grabbed Wendy's shoulder suddenly: "You don't know? You don't know?! Don't try to lie to me, little Wendy." (Don't imitate Anna and call her Little Wendy, it's creepy, okay?)

A strange gleam suddenly appeared in the boy's eyes, and he said quietly, "We'll find out if you're right or not." After speaking, he pushed Wendy down the stairs vigorously.

Wendy's pupils shrank suddenly, and her body was already in the air.

The blood in her whole body was cold and turbulent, her mind was blank, and only one thought was highlighted in red:

This is murder!

Wendy, whose thinking had been frozen, didn't notice at all that she had landed lightly on the platform between the first floor and the second floor in a way that violated the gravity of the earth.All she saw was that the little devil who just tried to throw her to death showed a triumphant smile and said condescendingly:

"Look, we are the same!"

Wendy only felt that a string in her head was snapped.The Susan, Anna, and Mrs. Smith I met before can be regarded as high-handed, but they are still reasonable.She is at least still in a society with human rights.What is the unfolding of this unreasonable killing of you now? !

Her voice trembled, and she shouted almost hoarsely:

"I won't be like you! You executioner who doesn't take human life seriously!"

"Bang! Bang!" Two wall lamps exploded.

Wendy's chest was suffocated, and she fell to the ground when her eyes went dark.

When she woke up, she heard the little devil and Susan arguing.

"How many times do you want me to say it! It wasn't me! I didn't break those two lamps!"

"I don't believe you! Tom Riddle, your record is terrible!"

Tom Riddle?

Is that so?

So I'm also a little wizard, so I didn't fall to my death.

The argument between Riddle and Susan has entered the stage of unnutritive tension-an endless loop of "it's you" and "it's not me".

"Susan, not Tom. I broke those two lamps."

The house was suddenly quiet.

The two blushing people turned around and stared at her as if the pause button had been suddenly pressed.For a while, no one spoke.

It was Susan who spoke first. Her face was a little slumped, but her eyes were sharp and energetic, as if she wanted to see Wendy's heart: "Wendy, I'm very disappointed."

"I'm sorry, Susan. But I can't let someone else take the blame for me (even if it's a little devil)."

Riddle showed a sarcasm smile, and whispered: "It's really honest."

But Susan ignored him, still staring at Wendy: "Have you thought it through? I don't want you to leave the infirmary and enter the confinement room."

"Yes, sorry."

Susan looked away and sat on the chair, as if she had aged ten years all of a sudden.She rang the bell to call Anna in.

"Take her." Susan said, unwilling to say another word to Wendy.

Wendy took Anna's hand out of the infirmary, and the moment the door closed, the quarrel started again:

"Get away from her, Riddle!"

"Don't think about it! What do you know! Your dear Wendy is the same kind of person as me!"

With a paralyzed face, Wendy obediently followed Anna up to the second floor and into the innermost room on the west side.It wasn't until she was locked in a dark room alone that the expression on her face collapsed.

Goddamn god of time travel, no wonder Aqi always says you are uneasy and kind.

It seemed that Aqi was crossing her legs in front of her notebook, and she said triumphantly: "Three major 'bosses' of the same person: Sousuke of Death, Kuroro of Hunter, Riddle of HP."

Although compared to the first two perverts that humans can't understand, Riddle's style is just a little more strange...

but……

Woo, I just want to be a quiet scientist, and I don't want to whitewash the Dark Lord at all.

The author has something to say:

Little Tom, who just discovered his magical abilities, is still very naive.

When encountering a little wizard who also knows magic, the first reaction is to ask for a hug, not to kill her to ensure his uniqueness.

I think around the age of 5 is a reasonable time for the first conscious magic riots.

Although many people think that 11-year-old Tom or 16-year-old Tom is a good boy who is expected to correct himself, but I think it's quite good.Judging from the 11-year-old Tom in the original text, he was already hopeless.If you want to break it back, unless it is earlier.Even in five-year-old Tom, all the bad habits have already come to the fore.After all, he was a child who "never cried" when he was a baby.If it is because of lack of love that he became disabled, there is also this reason, but the more important thing is that he is born abnormal.Otherwise, other children who grew up in the same orphanage would not be as good as him.