HP Wendy's crossing running account

"Speaking of which, Selena is going to win today, right? Didn't she make a bet with Miss Crouch of Slytherin?" Wendy looked at the smiling roommate on the dance floor.

As soon as this topic was brought up, Rolanda became happy: "Let the boys vote, can the result be any worse? You see, the blue box is almost full of balls, and Slytherin only accepted two tickets from his house." Friendship votes, both Black and Malfoy voted for us! See the faces of Crouch and Davis? Hahaha, I'm happy when they are angry. When I was in the "Knowledge Tree" make-up class, the two of them always Secretly run on me."

Although Bisex is quite boring, Rolanda's pure happiness makes Wendy happy too.

"What are you laughing at?" Tom came back with two glasses of orange juice, and handed one of them to Wendy.It was Scarman who came back with him. He learned from Tom, and he didn't mention cocktails anymore, but obediently drank champagne with Rolanda.

However, Rolanda, who forced herself to be an adult, couldn't get used to drinking champagne at all, she almost didn't spit out the first sip, but she swallowed the second sip with the thought of "drink more and maybe you'll get used to it", and then she gave up.

"Let's go dancing." She raised her chin with a sullen face.

This time, Scarman controlled his desire to "spit" and dragged Rolanda onto the dance floor.

Wendy continued to sit where she was resting.The band started playing jazz, which was still very new for this era.A few little witches of hemp breeds can dance jazz, leading other students to have a good time on the dance floor.

It's hilarious, but it's a pity that Wendy can only dance the most soothing waltz.

Tom sat next to Wendy, talking to her while peeling pine nuts. "I thought you didn't like dances."

"I like it very much. It's different from the ball at Ralph's house. It belongs to us. Well, it's only once in a lifetime." Wendy had pine nuts stuffed in her mouth, and the last half of her sentence was a bit vague.

They sat until almost midnight, and there were fewer and fewer people left, and finally even the band was ready to leave.

Most of the few dozen people left in the hall were fighting for wine.Some people had drunk too much and were dragged out of the venue by their friends.

Tom frowned as he watched a boy holding a pillar and calling a girl's name.There was laughter all around. "The scene is a little chaotic, I'll take you away first." A group of young people with excess hormones at a prom celebrating coming of age.Although the odds are slim, Tom doesn't want any unpleasant surprises to happen.

He drew his wand and unleashed the Patronus of the silver basilisk.At this time, he especially admired his foresight, and asked the management of "Wisdom Tree" to stand by in advance. "Maintain order and ensure that everyone exits safely. Alphard is always in charge."

The big snake's body blurred and disappeared into the air.It conveys Tom's order, and then the "wisdom tree" machine will run in an orderly manner.

Tom stood up, with a strong attitude hidden in the gentleman's movements: "I'll take you back first."

Wendy got up without hesitation, and took Tom's hand.

The road to Ravenclaw Tower was not short, but it wasn't long either, at least not as long as Tom had made up his mind to.

"Wendy, you are a good girl."

"Of course I'm a good girl, and Tom's a good boy."

"...I mean...I..."

"What?" Wendy looked at him with innocent eyes pretending to be surprised, so pure that no one could say the next words.If she wants to make rejection psychological hints to people, she is still very good.

"...Forget it..." Tom seemed to have remembered something, "...I'll cure your illness first."

Wendy smiled, she stood on tiptoe and stroked the black hair of the bamboo horse: "Thank you." Thank you for worrying about my body, and thank you for liking me.

Her slender and graceful back disappeared behind the Ravenclaw eagle ring.Tom touched his nose.He hesitated just now, worrying about gains and losses, he was not at all like the usual decisive him. "But what can be done?" said Tom to himself. "That's Wendy."

The senior dance is the day before the Christmas break after the exams.

Early the next morning, they boarded the magic train back to London.

The earth is covered with snow, and large tracts of coniferous forests are covered with snow, skipping from the car window.Dark green and silvery white, all with air conditioning.In contrast, the brown leather seats and red and yellow tablecloths in the carriage are much warmer.

"It's snowing in London." Tom was talking to Wendy while feeding Virgil beef jerky to replenish fat.Alphard obediently dragged Abu to another car, so there were only the two of them in this car.

Wendy reads books as usual.What she was looking at was the completed manuscript of "A Brief History and Research of Atlantis", and this was the first proofreading.After proofreading Chapter 4, she put down the bound draft. "I'm even more curious about the surprise Mr. Ralph said. He said in the letter a month ago that there will be a surprise this Christmas."

"And he would repeat the word 'surprise' every time he wrote." Tom waved his hand impatiently, "Left is just a flashy gift."

"It's hard to say. He didn't emphasize it like this when he gave flashy gifts in the past."

"Oh. Then I can look forward to it."

As the magic used became more and more advanced, Wendy's luggage became more and more streamlined, and now she only carried a small handbag, which contained all the luggage.Tom is a suitcase, which looks as big as a normal Muggle suitcase, but is actually as light as cotton.

After getting off the train, Wendy shivered from the cold air, because of the cold, she would spit out a puff of white mist every time she exhaled.The white mist merged into the steam spewing from the front of the Hogwarts Express.

Amidst the smog, the person picking up the car gradually emerged from behind the crowd.

"Doctor Watson!" Wendy called out first.

Tom followed closely and saw the long-lost elder.He was dressed in a black suit, a pair of black leather shoes, and a bowler hat, exactly as he had appeared in front of the crying six-year-old Tom.

Eleven years have passed, the handsome little boy has grown into an imposing man, the cute little girl has become a slim young woman, but the former young doctor still has a baby face that cannot tell the age.

"If I didn't see your photos every year, I almost wouldn't recognize it." He smiled, gentlemanly and bookish. "I've got to look up to you, little Tom."

Tom's Adam's apple rolled twice before he opened his mouth: "Isn't this a matter of course? You are not tall among British adults, doctor."

"Dick will be very happy to see you. You can see that you are exercising." The secret service doctor can see the muscle density through the thick clothes at a glance. "And little Wendy. Ralph has raised you more and more beautiful." He kissed his hand.

"Welcome home, Doctor. Why didn't Mr. Dick come along?"

"He's got a little injury - this way, we're talking as we go - no no no, it's nothing to do with the situation. He fell off a ladder this morning while he was decorating the Christmas tree and twisted a pinky finger."

Tom whistled softly: "Is this finally my chance to laugh at him?"

Wendy tugged on his sleeve lightly.Tom changed his words: "I won't really do this. I still know that there is a minimum of respect for soldiers who defend their home and country."

They took the escalator up, out of the gates of King's Cross station, and into an old bulletproof car.The driver is the witch sent by MI5 to protect Wendy. The advent of the "iron worm" has raised Wendy's security level again, but the days of living under surveillance all the time will not be too long, because the Nazis and saints are at the end of the road.

Tom put his hands on the inner side of the car roof, carefully protecting Wendy's head. He didn't get into the car and close the door until she sat down.His expression and movements all fell into the eyes of the doctor.Mr. Watson gave a meaningful smile.

The kids are growing up.

Watson and Dick's original apartment was affected during the London bombing, and Wendy moved all the valuables to Ralph's mansion, which has a higher security factor.This time, the two owners of the apartment came back, but they didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, they stayed at Ralph's house together.

"They might be protecting you." Tom speculated to Wendy.

"Ah."

The more people there are, the more lively Christmas will be.Watson is still single, but Dick has brought a beautiful wife back from the United States.His first child is still an American citizen.The second child is due in five months.

"You guys are really brave." Ralph sighed, "You don't even think about what you are doing in the United States, so you dare to get married and have children."

Dick is still dark, but there are fine lines around his eyes.Probably because he became a father, the expression on his face softened a lot.He lowered his voice: "If it wasn't for getting married and having children, we wouldn't be able to avoid investigation so easily."

After the fall of Nazi Germany, the honeymoon period between Britain and the United States came to an end.Clearly they are still allies, but secretly the censorship will definitely be tightened.At this time, Watson and Dick were transferred back to China, not only to prepare for the upcoming European landing, but also to avoid the United States, where the underground work situation is becoming more and more severe.

Dick's wife would make a New Orleans-style roast turkey, a dish that was well received by everyone at the Christmas Eve dinner table.Wendy has also been in the kitchen since this year. She made beef stew and baked raisin cookies like the housekeeper's wife.

White snow fell one after another, sprinkled on the lights of thousands of families on Christmas Eve.This is the last leisure time before the Armageddon begins.

On December 12, Dick and Watson were back to work.

The Normandy landing was brought forward to the winter of the end of 43 and the beginning of 44. With the support of the warm "Seagull II", millions of troops crossed the frigid English Channel and landed on the land of France, heading all the way to the German base camp.

"Wendy." It was one morning, when Wendy was wearing home clothes to get the newspaper, Ralph suddenly stopped her.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"You seem to be very preoccupied when you come back this time. Do you have any troubles?"

Wendy bowed her head and said nothing.Her hair was half tied and half tied, and when she lowered her head, two strands of hair hung from her shoulders.

"After all, I have so many years more than you, uh, ren(feng)sheng(liu)read(li)li(shi). Is it because of Tom?"

Wendy kicked the carpet with the fluffy slippers one after another. "Plenty of girls like Tom," she whispered childishly, "but that's none of my business, I'm in no position to care about it, and I don't have time."

"Anyone can see that Tom..."

Wendy raised her head suddenly, and resumed her usual calm tone: "I can't accompany him to the end." She turned her head and looked away slightly. "So, he will always belong to someone else."