HP Wendy's crossing running account

The gray-haired old Mr. Riddle slowly drank the last sip of soup, put down the spoon, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin.Tom sat across from him and put his knife and fork on the plate at about the same time.

On the left and right of the dining table, there were also the fancy old Mrs. Riddle and Tom Papa Riddle in suits and leather shoes.However, they are almost like rigid decorations, which cannot be integrated into the conversation between the grandparents and grandchildren.

"I suppose you're not religious?"

Tom nodded. "The orphanage where I was born had a chapel, but I couldn't find a record of my baptism. Then, you know, I went to school, and no one was religious around."

The old gentleman asked the servant's maid to take away the tray. "It doesn't matter. Although the Riddle family has been Christians for generations, it is already the 20th century."

Old Mrs. Riddle hit the table with a loud bang.All eyes were on her. "Oh." She smiled nervously, "I'm dizzy. My heart is not good. God, poor." She struggled to get up from the chair, and let the maid help her to sit on the farthest sofa .

Papa Tom twisted his shoulders uneasily. He didn't dare to look at Tom directly. He could only look at Mr. Riddle beggingly, but he lowered his head evasively when Mr. Riddle looked over.

"Oh." Grandpa sighed, interrupting the conversation about inheritance.He walked up to Tom on crutches and hugged him. "Happy birthday, kid."

Tom pretended not to know that he had just almost passed his own father as heir to the Riddle estate.In fact, today he doesn't look down on the tens of thousands of pounds of property of a small country gentleman family.He patted the old man's gradually thinning back: "Thank you."

Then, he pinned the birthday gift he received tonight—an ancient sapphire brooch—to his chest, raised his hat with one hand as a farewell gesture, and then used "Apparition" with two terrified gasps. ".

Opening his eyes again, what Tom saw was the vast wheat fields in Wiltshire at night.The tattered signs at the fork in the lane made it difficult to read the letters in the night, but Tom knew he was within a mile of the factory.

There are only short straws left in the fields in winter, and the snow left by the cold wave has not yet melted, reflecting bright white light under the starlight.Occasionally, there are a few nocturnal birds looking for food on the snow, "quack" strangely, I don't know if it is a crow or an owl.

Tom walked quickly across the dark field, not only because of the howling cold wind urging him to return to the warm room as soon as possible, but also because of a bad premonition hovering in his heart.The animal instincts inherited from Slytherin made his heart beat faster.This sense of crisis was so secretive that when he was restrained by five beams of blue light, he felt a sense of peace of mind that a boulder had fallen to the ground.

"Spell stop!" Tom cast a wandless spell.

It's useless, five blue lights that are no more than the thickness of the mouth of a bowl stand upright, getting lighter and lighter from bottom to top, until they are so faint that they can't be seen clearly when they are one meter above the ground.They lined up in a regular perfect circle on the ground, enclosing Tom impartially.This is a kind of confinement magic that is completely different from Tongtong petrification.

Tom frowned. He thought that this decisive enemy would quickly add an attack magic, but the fact was different from what he thought. The opponent was still hiding in the dark to observe him.eccentric.Everything was weird tonight.

The air seemed to be frozen, and even the rough calls of night birds disappeared.The light blue cage seems to be twinkling under the twinkling starlight.Tom squinted his eyes, seized the moment when the magic was darkened, and shouted out the next wandless magic after the magic stop: "Transform quickly!"

"Crash!" It was as if a spear shot up into the sky from under the black frozen soil, and directly tore one of the beams of light from the base to pieces.Tom raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. The surrounding land undulated like waves, and the five runes carved on the ground were pulled to pieces.Although Tom didn't know the rune circle, his combat awareness and keen observation ability were enough to support him to draw from the bottom of the pot.

As the last bit of blue light gradually dissipated, Tom regained control of his body. As long as he drew out his wand, he was sure to find out the villain who attacked him halfway.

But the opponent did not play cards according to common sense.Suddenly, a black shadow slammed into Tom's body.

Even though Tom had turned his body sideways ahead of time, he was knocked to the ground, and his left shoulder felt like a needle prick.The speed of the opponent rushing over was at least forty miles, which is not the speed that normal humans can have at all.

"Damn it!" Without taking care of the injury on his shoulder, Tom rolled half a circle on the ground before bouncing up and chasing in the direction of the shadow.He even added a speed spell to himself to barely keep up with the man's speed.

The Wilt factory is getting farther and farther away, gradually being left behind by them.

Tom couldn't tell how long he had been running in the cold night. The other party's physical strength was unexpectedly good, and he never stopped.Tom chased after the enemy holding his breath at first. Even when he was fighting the Walburga party in the first grade, he had never been so embarrassed; but when his left arm gradually regained feeling, he had to Go ahead with this impulsive decision.

His ring is gone.

A resurrection stone ring originally worn on the thumb of the left hand.

Is it a saint?That was Tom's first reaction, and he downvoted the answer a second later.There is no need for the saint to run away, he is alone, he can't imagine any saint would be so cowardly.Take a step back and say that the saint really intends to grab the resurrection stone and run away, apparition will be faster, and there is no need to run like a leopard in the field on a winter night.

The opponent cannot Apparate.

The opponent dared not confront him head-on.

After drawing these two conclusions, Tom put aside all his worries.Don't be shy, just do it.

On the horizon ahead, a shadowy silhouette gradually emerged, which seemed extremely abrupt in the endless flat wilderness.Tom noticed that the black shadow was accelerating and decided that the destination was approaching.

He knew that Stonehenge in Wiltshire was a famous prehistoric site in the UK.He vaguely remembered that Wendy mentioned about the rune circle and the like.When the factory was first established two years ago, several young wizards came here to explore together.

The huge stones are getting closer and closer, gradually giving people a rough and solid sense of oppression.To Tom's surprise, the fence in the Muggle scenic spot that was still there two years ago has been removed and replaced by a yellow "no entry" cordon.Then, a hundred meters north of Stonehenge, it seems that several tents have been set up, and there are still lights in the tents when it is approaching midnight.

Tom hesitated for a moment.Could those who live in tents be Sombra's accomplices?But at once he recognized the fiery red bird perched on top of a tent.

"Fox! Professor Dumbledore!"

While he was shouting, the black figure had already rushed into the middle of Stonehenge.Tom glanced at the phoenix, which looked like a little sun, and turned his head to follow.It is almost impossible for human voices to be heard a hundred meters away.But he trusted Fox's eyes.

"That's the end of the chase game."

Tom knocks his target down with a single spell.He could finally see clearly now that lying on the wet soil was his peers—a new classmate from the east.

The Tibetan boy's lips were bleeding from his own bite. He struggled to insert the black ring into the hole in the head of the prayer wheel.The whole movement was hidden under his body. It was not until the prayer wheel rotated automatically and the runes on it lit up one by one that Tom noticed his abnormality.

Yeshe Gyatso stuck the handle of the prayer wheel on the ground in the center of Stonehenge, and then sat up and spit out a mouthful of blood. "Go away," he said, "I don't want to implicate you."

Tom pointed at him with his wand: "Huh? You stole my ring!" His eyes fell on the prayer wheel. The black ring seemed to be melted during the rotation of the prayer wheel, and the black liquid flowed down The shaft flowed down, and finally there was only one round gemstone left on the top of the central shaft, shining with a dim light.

What happened at the same time was the rune that emerged on the ground.The track composed of twelve runes starts from the location of the prayer wheel and connects to the surrounding boulders.One after another, blue runes lit up on the blue stones, like a priest awakened from an ancient slumber, singing slowly.

"I'm sorry," said Yeshe Gyatso, who seemed to be regaining his strength. "I can't find another substitute. The energy of the rune stone in Professor Babuling's hand is almost exhausted. When Mbala escaped, he didn't bring a power stone with him. I stayed in England for four months, and the only high-magic item I could find was your ring. Although Dumbledore promised me that I would find a way, I know they There is no way to open this place. Without enough energy, they have no way to open the rune array."

He spoke very quickly, and with the accent problem, Tom managed to understand, and now he was about to be annoyed and laughed: "Then you can steal my things?"

The sturdy plateau boy was silent for a moment. "I'll open the entrance and return it to you."

Tom persisted and continued to argue: "I'll lend you your head to use, and I'll return it to you when I'm done using it?"

Yeshe Gyatso smiled, his white teeth glistening in the dark night. "Okay. If I can come back alive, I will borrow you." He looked at the night sky where there was no hope of dawn, "I don't want to do this either, but I don't have time... My people are waiting for me."

"Tom?" Dumbledore's anxious cry sounded from outside the stone circle.

"Professor, here I am." Tom responded loudly.He could hear Fox flapping his wings.

Yeshe Gyatso stood beside the high-speed spinning prayer wheel and remained motionless. "You'd better take a few steps back, out of the innermost circle—"

Tom didn't listen to him, and continued to talk to Dumbledore: "I chased Mr. Yeshe Gyatso all the way here. I don't know what he did with the resurrection stone. The text here looks like runes."

"You had better--"

Stonehenge is like a maze, and it is even more difficult to identify directions in the dark.Dumbledore arrived at the center of the stone circle very fast, but he was still a step behind.All the runes on the stones were shining brightly, and the two teenagers standing in the inner circle disappeared under the dazzling light.Only a broken prayer wheel and a dark resurrection stone remained on the ground.

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