HP Wendy's crossing running account

Originally, our heroes and heroines should worry about emotional problems here, but the situation does not allow them to do that.

After the Christmas holidays, the weather is getting warmer day by day.

Accompanying it was the news that the Allied forces were approaching Berlin step by step.There are also all kinds of unbelievable gossip in the middle: Nazi human experiments, disc aircraft that can fly without gasoline, etc.No matter what it was, it failed to help Hitler turn defeat into victory.

"I like spring." Wendy stood on the fields full of cornflowers in Wiltshire, facing the breeze. 1944 was so bombarded with good news from January that she didn't even pay attention to Valentine's Day this year.

With victory in sight, the R&D department of the Riedel factory started a new round of overtime work: "Grape No. [-]" for the aftermath of the war, "Seagull No. [-]" for tropical battlefield climates, and "Turtle No. [-]" for anti-gas and radiation "And more than a dozen products are on the development plan.

Tom was busy, too, securing postwar independence for the factory and permission to convert it from military to civilian use.Wendy only knew that he saw the prime minister who was busy with his busy schedule, and the air force commander and the two armored divisions were standing by the Riddle factory.More, Tom didn't tell her, and she didn't ask much.

The Riedel factory looks more and more like a mature enterprise with a clear division of labor.The leadership headed by Tom does not care about the details of research and development; and the researchers headed by Wendy will not easily leave the scope of the laboratory; as for the actual production, it is the responsibility of hired wizards and hard-working Muggle workers; There is another team for after-sales tracking and research, which is the latest department in the whole factory.

In March, Paris was liberated.

On August 1944, 8, when the news came that the Allied forces had conquered Berlin, Wendy sat at the conference table for a long time without recovering. Almost all the regular members of the "Wisdom Tree" are present, sitting in an orderly manner in the newly built large conference room of the Riddle Factory, listening to the news from the radio.

The little wizards of the hemp seed jumped up from their seats and cheered loudly.Then, there was thunderous applause as Tom began to clap.

The capital, London, has turned into a sea of ​​joy, and the Riddle Factory is not giving in too much: wizard technicians and Muggle workers embrace each other with tears in their eyes.

"We have won! We have won!"

Wendy clenched her fists tightly, and she could feel the joy rushing straight to the top of her head, spreading out belatedly. August 1944, 8, August 31, 1944, compared to the history she knew, it was more than half a year earlier!

Tears flowed out.

The historical node is logically advanced, as if it is a silent praise for the phrase "man can conquer nature".Destiny can really be changed.

"You also have times when you are so excited!" Rolanda wiped her tears messily. "Don't cry! This is something to be happy about."

Rolanda herself, however, was weeping bitterly.Her father and grandparents and aunt's family were all Muggles, and an uncle was in the army.

Amid all the jubilation, Tom was the calmest, so he noticed the silver phoenix flashing past the window in time.He put on his wizard robe, put on his wand, and quietly left the meeting room.

Wendy wiped away her tears and followed.

Finally Alphard.

"Are you ready to go?" Alphard asked.

Tom nodded: "Next is the decisive battle in the wizarding world. Professor Dumbledore has gone to Nurmengard."

Wendy heard his regret, Tom Riddle, who had just grown up, had the ambition to challenge Grindelwald head-on.But frankly speaking, with his current magical power and experience, he is not qualified to participate in the battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"Since Professor Dumbledore has arranged work for you, you should do it seriously." Wendy said, "Except for Dumbledore, no one else would entrust such an important task to a 17-year-old young man."

Tom put away the eagerness on his face and became serious. "I know. Recovering Durmstrang is not an easy task. The Red Lady sits there, and it is not ruled out that there will be other saints. But Alphard will be more dangerous—" He turned to Alphard, "Are you sure you want to go?" Delane's human laboratory?"

"I'm with the Volunteer Wizards of the Coast, as well as Aurors and wizards from all over the world. It'll be all right."

"Oh——" Tom made a long and meaningful voice, no longer stopped Alphard, but frowned at Wendy, "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"I want to go to a Nazi concentration camp." Wendy said, "They're all Muggles, there's no danger."

The weather in Sachsenhausen is gloomy, and in fact, even on a sunny day, the ash from the incinerators turns the sky gray.The barbed wire fence shrouded in dark clouds split the autumn wind, forming a chilling "swipe" sound.

This is the headquarters of the concentration camp directly under the SS. Even though the Allied troops are close at hand, the soldiers here are still preparing for the stubborn resistance with live ammunition.

Even crazier.

People who were not on today's execution list walked out of the cell under the threat of gunpoint, lined up, and walked in the direction of the gas chamber.There was uncontrollable sobbing in the team.

Suddenly, the Nazi officer guarding the door of the gas chamber collapsed on the ground as if his spine had been taken away. The pistol hit the concrete floor with a muffled "bang" sound, like a signal to detonate a chain reaction. The nearby Nazi soldiers Passed out one by one.

The team also walked several meters forward according to inertia, and then people were stunned.People who had already entered the gas chamber ran out like crazy, and the team was completely chaotic.The commotion spread all the way from the queue to the cells.

As long as the threat of force is lifted, the human will to survive will explode with infinite energy.

Wendy didn't think deeply about whether the comatose SS soldier would become the target of the prisoners venting their anger.Maybe unavoidable, but it's the last.The European campaign was coming to an end, she glanced at the gloomy sky in Sachsenhausen, and walked into the dark central building of the concentration camp.

Wendy searched all the concentration camps still in use, and the heavily guarded Sachsenhausen was the last one.

With a "squeak", the iron door hinge deep in the interrogation room let out a heavy breathing sound, like a sigh.Then, the faint light spilled into the room with no windows at all, which was a bit dazzling.

The woman's bony body was bound to a pure iron seat, and the gray prison uniform was stained with blood.But her neck is still straight, with a head that is about to reveal the outline of the skeleton.

Under the white twilight, the female prisoner's frighteningly bright blue eyes rolled around, as if she wanted to see clearly the figure at the door in the sudden light.

"I really didn't expect it to be you." Her hoarse voice was as if she hadn't drank water for thousands of years, but her tone was calm, "Even if Tom came, I wouldn't be surprised."

Wendy walked a few quick steps into the interrogation room, waved her magic wand, and used healing spells as if she didn't need money.Finally, a bottle of potion.

The female prisoner sat on the iron chair, allowing Wendy to cast spells.Her skin gradually became rosy, and she no longer looked like a bluish-white mummy.She is still thin, skinny to the bone, with sunken eye sockets and white hair, only her elegant and straight spine can still vaguely see her former appearance.

Wendy squatted down and put her hands on her knees like she did when she was a child.

"The war is over. We have won."

"Oh." The corner of the female prisoner's mouth curled up in a mocking arc.This arc alone is breathtakingly beautiful.

Wendy untied her and helped her walk out of the dark prison.The empty prison uniform hung on her body, like a big cloth bag, being blown back and forth by the wind.

She is very light, even Wendy's arms can support her.Such a scene can be said to be absurd. Two women, who are mostly old, weak, sick, and disabled, helped each other through the concentration camp that had fallen into riots, passed by bewildered children, and passed by women with blood on their hands.

"I seem to hear birdsong."

Wendy listened with her ears sideways, and the clear and clear chirping sounded as light as an illusion, but it did exist, covering the entire Europe from north to south, from west to east. "It's Fox, three shorts and one long [1]." Wendy exhaled, "We have won. The war in the wizarding world is also our victory."

"Question: What is the meaning of the world war?" Ana said in French.

Wendy spoke to her subconsciously in French: "I don't know. Maybe, everyone is involved?"

Her answer was bitter and mean: "Stupidity is what war is about."

Note [1]: Three short and one long, V in Morse code, the initials of victory.

The author has something to say:

Forgive me, it's not long to write...

Also, the story is of course he.I pine for someone who is good at being silly and sweet, and never writes about abuse.