HP Wendy's crossing running account

In the warm spring season, the last Quidditch match of the seventh grade, Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.

This was the first Quidditch Cup after the war, and it naturally captured all the enthusiasm of the young wizards immersed in joy.

On the four high stands, the four colors of red, green, blue and yellow surged like waves, and the shouts of the children went straight to the sky.Accompanied by the whistle of the flying professor, from the take-off rooms on both sides, the Quidditch players on both sides flew out like cannonballs. The sound is mixed together.

"I'll lend you the telescope." Rolanda handed the telescope to Wendy.

"Don't you see?"

"I'm nervous," Rolanda said. "If Gryffindor wins Hufflepuff by 260 points, they'll have a higher total than us. Prewett obviously knows that too, he's so experienced. "

Wendy blinked: "Do you want the Quidditch Cup?"

"Of course I want to! Can you imagine? I'm known as a talented player, but we've only won the Quidditch Cup once in six years, and Gryffindor has taken the rest!" Rolanda gritted her teeth, "That guy makes people's teeth itch."

Wendy smiled slightly, she thought of the appearance of Harold passing through the Atlantis tornado group unscathed. "Mr. Prewett is a very good flyer."

"Hmph." Rolanda exhaled through her nose.

Harold on the court was as flexible as Hermes himself. Whenever the Hufflepuff Seeker spotted the Snitch, he would flirtatiously fly over to interfere with his sight.

It wasn't until Gryffindor was leading - which was not easy, as they played from morning till 2pm - that Harold caught the Snitch like lightning.

The Gryffindor stands burst into applause as their Quidditch team captains the final battle.

Rolanda nearly smashed her binoculars, but Wendy stopped her. "I didn't expect the Hufflepuffs to win. But they're totally being played around by Prewett—wait, did he fly the wrong way, this is the Ravenclaw stand."

Harold's broom had already stopped above the blue Ravenclaw auditorium, and he stretched out his right arm, sending the Snitch to Wendy.

"Huh, me?"

Harold grinned and nodded.

The surroundings were quiet for a moment, and then the discussions exploded with a "boom".Tom was already on his feet, but he was in the Slytherin stands, an unusually long distance from Wendy.

Harold sat firmly on the broom with his hands up. "To the only classmate who hasn't been able to take flying lessons with us in seven years," he said loudly, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

Wendy stood up and took the little Snitch with both hands. "Thank you." Her eyes were moist, "I like this gift."

The boy on the broom smiled happily and flew back to the center of the field, surrounded by his teammates, holding up the Quidditch Cup.

He is the protagonist of today.

The red sun drifted to the west, and there was no cloud in the blue sky.The laughing crowd gradually dispersed, entering the castle in twos and threes.

Wendy sat alone on the field and looked at the sky.

In the blink of an eye, she will be graduating from Hogwarts.As if enrolling in school was something that just happened yesterday.She glanced at the dense Forbidden Forest, planning to visit the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest before sunset.The time she can get along with these beautiful creatures is also reduced by one day.

It was at this point that she was stopped by Tom.

Tom's breathing was a little faster, and his neck was a little red. "He's uneasy and kind." He said with a dark face, "Even if he pretends to be generous, I can see that he is uneasy and kind."

He seemed to be holding back some strong emotion, about to burst out.

Wendy was distracted at this moment, her thoughts drifted back to the Easter holiday a week ago——

Anna's white hair was coiled up neatly, her thin forearm supported her chin, which had just regained some flesh, her sharp eyes were like a knife sharpened in hell, and it would be cold without killing intent. "You're weak," she said curtly. "If you don't think your illness can stop you from learning, taking risks, or seeking truth, why should it stop you from falling in love? Don't let it defeat you. you."

Wendy remembers answering like this: "Maybe it's because love is a matter between two people. I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid of bringing misfortune to Tom."

"Stupid!" Anna said, "do you think you will die before him? Maybe tomorrow he will be killed by magic, maybe the day after tomorrow he will be in a car accident. Accidents happen everywhere, even healthy people can't help it." Looking forward to growing old together."

Wendy didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What you're talking about is a small probability event."

Anna looked away lightly: "Well, I think it's a small probability that you will die early." After saying this, the queen waved her back, but Wendy figured it out.

She has always wanted to explain to Tom that it is better to hit the sun than to choose another day, just today.

Wendy's thoughts drifted back, and she said slowly: "Mr. Prewett may admire me, but so what? I've already fallen in love with someone else." When she spoke at the end, she looked firmly into Tom's eyes, Because of this, she did not miss the shock, jealousy, surprise and ecstasy on the bamboo horse's face.

"It's a coincidence that I'm in love with someone too," said Tom softly.He lowered his head slowly, and tentatively touched Wendy's lips with his lips.

One touch and go.

He distanced himself a little so that he could observe Wendy's expression.

Wendy is smiling, the smile is shallow but seems to be able to sweeten the sunset.

Tom's heart was beating violently, and the excitement made his blood hot as if it was burning.He licked his lips and kissed her again.It feels soft to the touch, and the smell of Wendy's cheek skin wafts through the nostrils.She was not in the habit of wearing perfume, so the scent was very weak, reminding Tom of sweetened milk heated.

"Are you nervous?"

He clasped Wendy's temples with both hands, his forehead against hers, and the tip of his nose against hers, and the hot air he exhaled while speaking could reach Wendy's lips.

Wendy nodded uncomfortably: "I heard from Rolanda that if the technique is not good, the kiss will hit the teeth."

Tom buried his head directly in Wendy's neck, laughing so hard that his entire upper body twitched. "You... ha ha ha... why are you so cute..."

Wendy felt even more uncomfortable. Now she felt that it was too difficult to fall in love, so she might as well write math problems.

Fortunately, Tom stopped laughing in time, the corners of his mouth still had a seductive arc, and his arms wrapped around Wendy's waist. "You don't need to be skilled, I can do it."

The Great Triangle rises in spring and shimmers brightly in the just-falling night sky, complementing the mauve evening glow to the west.

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A window had been opened in the Room of Requirement enough to illuminate the interior with fake sunlight streaming in through the window frame—it was now an American-style bedroom.The wood-carved double bed, wardrobe, and dressing table painted with milky white paint are all in a simple and elegant style. With the light yellow solid wood floor and solid-color wallpaper, it is refreshing to look at.

Leaning against the bedside table, Tom sealed an envelope and called out to Virgil, who the elf had given to the owl shed, who would deliver the letter to Ralph House in London.

Wendy got out from under the light purple quilt beside him.Her blond hair fell loosely over her shoulders.

"I've written a letter to Mr. Ralph," said Tom, "and entrusted him with some formalities." An application for marriage.

Wendy didn't ask in detail, she was not in good spirits, her body was so limp that she couldn't lift herself up, and when her upper body tilted, she fell into the pillow again.She lay on her side and poked Tom's back with her finger: "What spell did you cast on me last night, why can't I feel like I can't move?"

Tom took her troubled hand and put it to his lips and kissed it.The action of a hand kiss was extremely ambiguous. "A small spell," he said evasively, "weaken the sense of touch and pain, and stabilize the heart rate..."

"Whoa, that sounds serious."

"Ha ha."

Wendy pouted aggrievedly: "I feel like a dead fish."

"Wendy." Tom suddenly approached her, "You don't need to be skilled, I can do it."

"Okay... okay." She shrank back and buried her hot face back under the blanket.

Tom laughed and dug her left hand out of the quilt, clasped it in the palm of the hand for a while, and put it in front of his eyes for careful observation.Wendy's hands are well-proportioned, fine and smooth, like white jade, but the nails are not the pink color of healthy people, nor the blue-purple common to heart disease patients, but monotonous white, with a sickly beauty.

Wendy waited until the temperature on her face subsided, then poked her head out again: "What are you thinking?"

The corner of Tom's mouth curled up: "I'm thinking about what kind of ring should go with such a beautiful hand. Although diamond rings are traditional, but we are wizards, we can be more flexible-what do you think of sapphire? The one with the same color as your eyes kind."

"Well, it might be inconvenient."

"convenient?"

"I mean, when you do the experiment, you will bump into it, and you may scratch the paper." Wendy said, "So, well, I don't like jeweled ones, a metal ring is good enough."

The suggestion was refuted, but Tom wasn't angry at all, and even smiled a little wider.Wendy was completely taken away by him, discussing the details of the wedding with him.

He smiled while listening to Wendy.

Although the Ralph family's manor is exquisite and gorgeous, Wendy prefers the idyllic scenery of Little Hangleton.Then there is the view of Oak Tree Cottage, but that is Alphard's territory, so Little Hangleton is better.

Wendy doesn't want many guests, but she's willing to compromise on that given Tom's vast social network.

When it comes to the bridesmaids, she thinks her roommates are pretty good.Yes, even Pince girl is pretty good.

After talking about being thirsty for a long time, she drank water from the glass that Tom brought up, and then realized: "Is it too early for us to talk about the wedding?"

You just kissed yesterday afternoon, and you're talking about marriage this morning?Is it the speed of a rocket?

"It's not too early." Tom said confidently, "If you send invitations now, it depends on your luck whether you can make it before the end of 1945. The traditional rhythm is very slow."

Wendy's eyes widened.

Tom touched her cheek: "And I want to finish these mundane things earlier, and then take you to travel around the world. Don't you always dislike the winter climate in England? What do you think of the Mediterranean? It's sunny in winter, but it's a pity that Greece and Italy The political situation is still unstable. How about I take you to South America? Or California in the United States? Both are good places to recuperate. We still need to find a cure for your disease."

"Tom... is he going to leave the factory?"

"The factory has Alphard, if not, we still have 'Migratory Bird One'."

"Migratory Bird No. [-]" is a remote projection communication product just developed by the factory. With the help of the power of the magic text array to overlap the space, it can realize remote meetings and remote signatures.Like the "Apple Series", it is a product that is not for sale.

Wendy was really surprised now, she never thought that Tom's ambition would one day give way to her.Although Tom will no longer be the Dark Lord, he is Tom after all.How many people with a strong sense of professionalism can slow down their careers for the sake of feelings?

Especially, he is still young and it is time to start.

"I want to grow a big factory, I want to expand my influence, I can do it at any time. It's a pity to miss the post-war recovery period, but it's just not going so fast. The status of a wizard determines that the 'wisdom tree' naturally possesses technological monopoly Even if I am 40 or 60 years old, I am not afraid of failing to succeed, but I am afraid of missing your time. After all, careers can be restarted, but life can never be.”

Wendy was suddenly speechless.

Such a gentle Dark Lord seemed logical, but at the same time seemed extremely strange.

A smile slowly spread on Wendy's face, and at the same time, crystal clear tears rolled down in big ones, like the fullest dewdrops on the grass leaves in the morning.The blockage in her heart completely dissipated, allowing her soul to breathe freely.

Tom held his breath, he thought Wendy had never been so beautiful.

"Although I have never regretted it, I am ashamed when you say that." Wendy smiled and wiped the tears on her cheeks with her fair wrist, "I will feel that I didn't love you enough before."

The author has something to say:

Don't ask me why I procrastinated all the way to the seventh grade, is it easy for me to wait for the heroine to turn 18?

Don't ask me why the progress is like a rocket. I am emotionally useless and I am already a salty squirrel after writing this chapter