HP Wendy's crossing running account

On the evening of September 1942, 9, Wendy was sitting on a high chair in the medical room, and Mrs. Farrell was writing medical records.The wind is warm and the sun is just right.Wendy grew slimmer and taller, sitting leisurely on the narrow chair is also a good posture.

"You're quite a girl," said Mrs. Farrell.Her fat arm accidentally wiped off the last line of ink, and she had to make it up with a spell with her wand. "I still remember how you were hospitalized when you first entered school: small, like a doll."

"I've been causing you trouble all this time."

"Oh, dear. Don't talk to me so politely. You are like my own child." The fat witch interrupted her, "I think you should be much better recently than this time last year, right?"

Wendy hesitated for a moment or nodded.

"The most violent stage of magic power development has passed. But at the same time, there is bad news. You have become resistant to soothing potions-they don't work on you anymore."

Wendy let out a sigh of relief: "Yes. But I can also use the 'Red Storm' to absorb the excess magic power in the blood."

Mrs. Farrell hugged her: "For the time being, this is the only way to go. You can't make yourself too tired. Only when the wizard's body is strong can he bear more magic power."

How could it be possible to be free?The world war is at its worst.However, Wendy just smiled obediently.

Mrs. Farrell also seems to be deliberately avoiding the issue of drug resistance.The soothing potion has expired, so what about the anti-magic potion?What about the magic potions?It's just a matter of time.The lady tried to suppress the pity in her heart, and diverted the topic instead. "Why didn't you see Mr. Riddle today? You are always together."

"Tom's gone on a grown-up trip, the kind that's... trekking through swamps, sea diving, and camping at the poles."

"Wow! This is a very ancient ceremony. I didn't expect that the pampered children would still follow this tradition." Mrs. Farrell showed an exaggerated expression, "Mr. Riddle, I dare say he will be the oldest in the fifth grade." Promising one. Time flies, and you're going to be adults in no time. Speaking of which, Mr. Riddle—”

"He turned 12 at the end of December this year."

"Oh. Are you going to Iceland? It is said that the aurora there is the most beautiful in the world."

"Yes. He was supposed to come back yesterday, but it was delayed until tomorrow because of the ship control." Wendy's gaze drifted out of the window, as if she was going to the distant northern island.

Tom was at the pier saying goodbye to the head of adult travel.

"You have overcome loneliness, severe cold, pleasure and ease, selfishness and indulgence. You are already a qualified gentleman. I hope this half-month experience can help you go through the next stage more smoothly. the way of life."

"Thank you, Joe," said Tom.He left his wand in the UK, and for half a month he had to survive in the wilderness purely by physical strength.He was already precocious, and after this summer vacation, his momentum became more angular. "I will miss you." He waved to the old man, turned around and boarded the freighter bound for England.

On the distant ocean, there are British and American warships cruising back and forth. Iceland's geographical location is the top priority of the British and American maritime defense lines.

The courtesy Tom received when he returned to school was unprecedented.It was lunch time at that time, and when he came out through the fireplace in the principal's office, he saw the core members of the "Wisdom Tree" waiting in the principal's office after getting the news in advance.In the corridor, the little Slytherin fans headed by Nott and Orion, and the little fans from the four houses almost blocked the traffic.Even the boys from Gryffindor teamed up to join in the fun, and the half-month-long outdoor adventure completely aroused the enthusiasm in their blood.

"Harold and Bruce also said to go," Yost said. "The three of us have a date to be together next year. We can't cross the swamp like Tom before he turns 16, but next year we'll be adults. If Our British ancestors could have all done it, so there's no reason why we can't."

Alphard: "Count me in."

Abu was still hesitating at first, but Alphad made a decision for him: "Abu is one of them."

Abraxas: "Wait, I didn't say—"

"Aren't you going?" Alphard asked in a pompously contemptuous tone.

However, Abu chose to follow this set. "I'll go. Of course I'll go." He said aggrievedly.

The boys' heroic coming-of-age ceremony made Wendy envious.But it's useless for her to be envious. With her physical condition, if she wants to soak in the high-latitude sea water and catch a fish, ten lives are not enough.Besides, the traditional rite of passage for girls is to go to the ball.Oh, this unequal world of men and women.

"There's a Yule Ball next year," Rolanda told her. "Sixth grade Christmas, when everyone turns 16. We'll have a big coming-of-age dance then."

Sounds great, but it's still a year away.

The discussion turmoil brought about by the coming-of-age ceremony is quickly replaced by new news: the school is about to welcome a transfer student.

This is the first transfer student at Hogwarts in decades, not only the students had never heard of it, but even the professors were caught off guard.

The news was announced by Dumbledore one day in September, at dinner time.At this time, the principal was completely in a semi-retired state, and he listened to Dumbledore in everything. From this, it can be speculated that the transfer of students was probably also facilitated by Dumbledore. "Our fifth year is taking in a new classmate. He's homeless because the Saints attacked his tribe. Hogwarts has decided to keep the kid until the war is over."

A mysterious war refugee.

Three days later, the new classmate showed up in front of all the teachers and students of the school.Yellow skin, black eyes, and three-dimensional facial features show signs of mixed blood, but he cannot hide the fact that his blood is more Mongolian, especially the two plateau reds on his cheeks, which almost clearly indicate his birthplace.

"Is he Indian?" the little wizards whispered, digging into their little knowledge of world geography.

"African, must be African! His face is darker than normal yellow people."

"I think he's from the rainforest in the Pacific Ocean. He's tanned because of the heat."

"The Japanese, their national flag is the sun, so it must be very hot."

"No, no! I heard that the Japanese and the Germans are in the same group."

……

Wendy clenched her hands restrainedly. "China." She said softly, but unfortunately no one could hear what she was saying in the noisy environment.Wendy closed her eyes, covering up the pain and loss inside: "Tibet. China, Tibet."

"My name is Yeshe Gyatso." The boy introduced himself in English with a strange accent, and he said nothing more.He was as silent as the thick earth.

The seemingly dull Yeshe Gyatso was assigned to Ravenclaw, which was beyond everyone's expectations.It can only be said that people cannot be judged by their appearance.Yeshi is obviously learning a completely unfamiliar knowledge system, but he is working hard like a tireless machine.The first month after the start of school witnessed the boy's counterattack process from the last of the grade to the upper middle.

"His magic power is well developed, and he has his own way of using magic." Tom commented behind his back.The new classmates made him curious, but only curious.He paid more attention to the Saints: "They have hit the East! We are running out of time! If we can't shake the foundation of the Saints in these two years, victory will be farther and farther away from us."

Wendy was affected uncontrollably.

She couldn't help but think about the wizarding community in China, about Yeshe Gyatso's people, how they lived, and how they were caught off guard by the attacks of the saints.She searched the library of Hogwarts, but could not find any more records about Chinese wizards except for a few vague manuscripts.

Wendy dreamed again. In the plateau in the dream, there were snow peaks, flocks of sheep, and a clear blue sky. She even dreamed that there were bamboo forests and giant pandas in the mountain stream covered with vegetation.After waking up from the dream, she still had a smile on her lips, but the pillow was wet.

She always has to figure it out.She always asked Yeshe Gyatso to find out.

Wendy hasn't found a way to build a relationship with her new classmates, but Tom has already made a big move.Wendy discovered this because her roommate Rolanda also hung a badge in the shape of a "little apple".

"I'm also a peripheral member of 'Tree of Wisdom'!" Rolanda said happily, "Tree of Wisdom, you know, is the organization established by Riddle."

Wendy nodded: "I know."

Rolanda was frustrated at once, showing off her failure: "Well, I didn't hold out hope that you would say that you don't know. You might still be a 'core member'. You and Riddle have such a good relationship."

"Why do you want to join the 'Tree of Wisdom'?"

"Because you can learn practical spells!" Rolanda resurrected on the spot and told her excitedly, "As long as you become a peripheral member, you can learn powerful spells that are not in textbooks every Saturday night. I heard that in October, you can learn patron saints." Curse!" Rolanda took Wendy's arm coquettishly: "What do you think my Patronus will look like? Will it be a golden snitch?"

"I don't know what it will look like, but it probably isn't a Snitch." Wendy smiled and pinched her little friend's cheek, "Wake up, a Snitch is not an animal."

Wendy almost forgot that there was such a thing as "calling the guardian spirit". When Rolanda said it, she couldn't help being curious about her patron saint.

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Because of the disconnection, there will be no update tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.There will be two updates the day after tomorrow.