HP Wendy's crossing running account

The legacy of Grindelwald's defeat leaves a myriad of questions.The trial alone has filled up the schedule for two months.It is naturally impossible for friendly troops from the UK to stay for such a long time.The exiled German Ministry of Magic regained power and began to repair the devastated wizarding world after the saints left.

Tom didn't know how he got back to England, maybe it was the Portkey, maybe it was Apparition.

That doesn't matter.

Madam Hong's words repeatedly shook in his mind.

"She's a natural prophet."

She is a natural prophet.

There was chaos in my mind, and countless memory fragments were intertwined.Although Tom wouldn't listen to Mrs. Red's one-sided words—of course, she must have exaggerated parts, such as Wendy knowing how to treat her disease.After all, his condition had worsened this year, and he could see Wendy's anxiety and despair.Even if Wendy has a clue, it is by no means a clear clue, and there may even be a huge obstacle.

But Tom couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Wendy was a born seer.

For more than ten years, he seemed to be waiting for this answer. Wendy's many secrets, her sober and untimely sadness, seemed to be answered all at once.

It was true, Tom told himself, that Wendy could see the future, and it was largely true.

So what did she foresee?

Thinking of this, Tom couldn't control the trembling deep in his soul.

"Where's Wendy?" Tom asked Rolanda eagerly, standing in front of the Ravenclaw common room.

Rolanda was taken aback by his expression, she looked suspiciously at the anxious face of the student council president.Wendy and Tom had a conflict?It shouldn't be, when the war has just been won and returned from the European continent.

"Tell me, where did Wendy go?"

Rolanda bit her lip: "What do you want from her?"

Finally aware of Rolanda's resistance, Tom tried hard to suppress his out-of-control emotions, and said in a relatively calm voice: "I just came back from Europe, and I heard that she also ran away. I'm very worried."

This simple lie fooled Rolanda, and she let go of her guard: "Wendy used a lot of magic in Europe. She was worried that something would happen to her body, so she consciously ran to the medical room to spend the night."

Tom turned and left.

"Oh," my good British roommate called to stop him, "she just fell asleep when I came back, don't wake her up, if you have any questions, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Tom didn't look back. "I know."

Tom was already familiar with the path from Ravenclaw Tower to the infirmary.In the past six years, he has walked this road countless times, and almost every time has something to do with Wendy.He still remembered Wendy's illness being diagnosed when she first entered the first grade. She buried her head in her chest and looked sad, fragile and pitiful, like a little rabbit caught in a net.

The sky is not yet dark. On September 9th, the days are still longer than the nights. In addition to the high latitudes, you can still see a faint red in the western sky at 4 o'clock.Tom was alone in the dim corridor, and he walked in the shadow of the candles, feeling almost nostalgic.

But this time he didn't hesitate, and directly used the unlocking spell to enter the medical room.

He could find Wendy's bed without turning on the light, which was almost her exclusive right.

The girl was obediently lying on her back on the bed, her posture was standard, only the slightly furrowed brows could see her emotions.

Suddenly Tom didn't feel like talking.He sat on the edge of the bed and gently traced the shape of her eyebrows with his fingertips.Then there are the slightly shimmering eyelashes, the delicate bridge of the nose, the smooth contour of the cheeks, and the slightly peeled lips.

Fingers froze on lips.Tom summoned a glass of water, took a cotton swab and dabbed it on Wendy's dry lips.

Wendy smacked her mouth lightly in her dream, and then slowly opened the gap between her brows.

The night completely enveloped the medical room, and the two figures lying down and sitting down fell into darkness.

It was several hours later that Chen Xi woke up the Sleeping Beauty on the hospital bed.She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw the black-haired boy sitting by the bed, and even said that the boy was a bit inappropriate.Whether it is figure or face, Tom is already the outline of an adult.

"Your medicine."

Wendy sat up.She used the pillow upright as a cushion to make herself more comfortable.Then he took the small bottle in Tom's hand and drank the liquid inside.

Tom took the empty bottle from her, showing no sign of leaving.

"What's wrong with you?" Wendy smiled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

This is the disadvantage of childhood sweethearts, but if there is a slight difference, the other party will notice.Tom used the disappearing spell to directly dispose of the empty medicine bottle in his hand.He stood up, blocking the sun with his body.

"I went to Durmstrang and saw the Red Lady."

"Oh—" Wendy dragged out a long and clear ending sound, with a vague sigh.Her dazed blue eyes, which had just woken up from sleep, gradually recovered, as if crystals had been precipitated from a saturated solution, turning from chaos to clarity.Tom knew that she had guessed what had happened.

This is Wendy.

"She told me that you are a natural prophet."

Wendy lightly picked the bed sheet with her fingers, which was a sign of her nervousness. "As I said, divination is meaningless."

"Go on." Tom looked at her with folded arms.

Wendy continued: "People live in the present. Work hard for the future they want. Knowing what will happen in the future in advance will cause unnecessary confusion..."

"There's still pain."

Wendy suddenly looked up at him.She shut up.

Tom sighed: "You still don't want to tell me this, do you?" His words suddenly became coherent: "Then I will talk about the Boggart in the third grade..."

Wendy covered his mouth with her hand.

Tom firmly held the hand she was covering his lips with: "And you told me in 1938, don't disfigure yourself."

Wendy: ... She no longer dares to meet Tom's eyes.Although she had a clear conscience, it was extremely embarrassing to be exposed face to face.

"Oh, wandering eyes, that's what happens when you're guilty. So, that bald man with no nose is what you foresee me to be like?"

Wendy lowered her head, and it took her a long time to find her voice: "You know what? A good memory is really a very annoying thing." She said this is tantamount to admitting that since something has happened, she must do it well Prepare to endure.The big deal is that the friendship is over, she said to herself, but deep in her heart throbbed, the pain made her want to shed tears.

Not the pain of disease, but the pain of something being ripped from life.

The eyes are already blurred.

She tried to pull her right hand out of Tom's palm, but he held it tighter.In the next second, she fell into a scorching embrace.The breath of the opposite sex overwhelmingly overwhelmed her.

"Sad?" The voice from the top of your head was not angry at all, but like sea water in a harbor, low and gentle, "Then what are you still pretending to be calm about? I will figure it out by myself one day. I figured it out, And why are you so sad?"

Wendy didn't speak, didn't move, tears wet Tom's collar.

Tom patted her on the back with one hand, stroked her blond hair with the other, and asked almost coaxingly, "What else do you know?"

The blond head was shaking violently in his arms, and Tom's heart was itching to rub against it.The initial shock and anger had completely subsided after one night, and now Mr. Riddle was entrenched in his heart, more of the sense of accomplishment and pleasure after finally finding the answer.

Wendy wasn't good at lying, and she'd been showing things around a long time ago, trying clumsily to make him a good person.Looking back after the mystery is revealed, the once unfathomable has become a trembling effort.

"Let me describe it. It's roughly like this. When we were 4 years old, we met for the first time in the orphanage. You know my name is Tom Riddle, you know I'm a descendant of Slytherin, you know My relatives in Little Hangleton knew that I would be taken to Hogwarts in the summer of 1938 - I have reason to believe you were very Summarize what I have done—you also know that I will become..." He paused here in distaste, "A dark wizard. Is there anything else to add?"

Wendy: ...

"It seems that there is. Oh, I remembered, you once said that you were afraid that I would do something radical if I knew my life experience alone..."

"I don't want to describe the bad parts in detail." Wendy interrupted him.She distanced herself a little so she could meet Tom's eyes. "And they don't make sense." Her eyes were red again. "Tom won't turn into a Dark wizard, so they don't make sense."

Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back into his arms.He hugged her tightly and stroked the soft blond hair several times before he was satisfied. "I can't imagine how you got along with me in the first place."

"Just get along with normal children." Wendy's voice came from the gap between her clothes and cheeks, "If I have prejudice against you because of a certain possibility in the future, it must be my fault."

Her pretending to be strong amused Tom, and her bursts of smirk made Wendy's ears "buzz".

Wendy broke free from Tom's arms unhappily, and rubbed her red ears. "I have to say it again. I'm not a prophet. The bad things I know are not going to be the real future. I don't want them to be the real future."

Despite her struggles, Tom took her in his arms for the third time. "Okay, okay, you are not a prophet, you just... have a wide range of knowledge, haha--sorry, I didn't hold back."

"..."

"Wendy."

"Ok?"

"I will not become a dark wizard. You have worked hard in silence for so long, and I can't bear to let you down."

Sunshine casts a layer of gold on the boys and girls hugging each other.It was the same color as when they sat side by side on the steps of the orphanage long ago, sharing a small piece of bread.

Harold Prewett took back half of his foot that had stepped into the medical room, and gently closed the door.

The author has something to say:

Traveling or not is a meaningless topic, people live in the present.

By the way, I feel sorry for Harold, who came late. He is essentially a traditional British person with a reserved and strong sense of morality, and he can't do anything to win love.