HP Wendy's crossing running account

Tom and Susan never liked each other.

Susan practically watched Tom be born.When Tom was still a baby, Susan took care of the group of angels with broken wings who cried all day and made a lot of milk stains and dirty diapers in the nursery.At that time, Tom showed a difference - he never cried.This kind of performance, which should be regarded as well-behaved by the nursing girls, made Susan deeply depressed: she was worried that the child's brain had problems.

When Tom was three years old, he showed a strong tendency to not fit out, and a certain weird personality.Children's intuition is the sharpest, so almost all children who are younger than Tom or the same age are a little scared when facing Tom.

The only one who confronted Tom was Billy, who was a year older than him.This tall, strong, bold and cheerful boy could not understand the dark aura around Tom, nor could he understand his oppression of younger children, no matter whether the oppression was physical or psychological.

At this time, Susan has shown her keen vision and enthusiasm for management, and began to assist Mrs. Smith, who is in declining health, to take care of the entire orphanage, Tom's little bullying actions, and two young boys. Of course, the tense atmosphere in the room couldn't escape her eyes.

Thus Susan's dislike for Tom arose.For serious and old-fashioned managers, they actually prefer children who are innocent and lively in line with mainstream values. As for the taciturn ones, they have to be really well-behaved, kind, obedient and sensible.But whichever it was, Tom didn't care.

And Tom was born rebellious in his bones.

Among the staff of the orphanage, Tom always disdains those who he can easily fool, such as the befuddled Agatha and the alcoholic and rude Uncle Kent, not to mention the cowardly Anita.

And Nancy, the kitchen aunt who is a bit snobby but can be considered a "good boy" if you help and give you extra bread, is just a villain that can be used in Tom's view.

As for those who do laundry and do chores, Tom thinks they are either superficial girls or sloppy aunts who have been mediocre all their lives.

Although he would unconsciously straighten his back when facing Mrs. Smith, since he was sensible, this serious and rigid old lady had not appeared in front of everyone.

Anna's bottomless depth is frightening, but it is not easy to cause conflicts.

Only Suzanne, who seemed to be at odds with him: they had been arguing a lot since Tom was a kindergarten kid.Tom had always felt that Susan was too broad-minded, and that those gray eyes fixed on him like knives always made him uncomfortable-especially when he had just done something bad.Though the bad thing might just be throwing bugs in Thomas's clothes, or cutting Emily's pigtails.Tom always refuses to admit his mistakes, which in Susan's view is a manifestation of stubbornness and dishonesty.

In the winter of 1931, Tom discovered his "magic ability", and the upgrade of his trickery level also brought about an escalation of the conflict between him and Susan.Although he thought he did some actions very secretly, Susan could always discover him with a ghost-like intuition.

It was Wendy who brought their relationship to a freezing point.

Susan was committed to separating them, his only companion, and that must not be compromised, Tom thought angrily.

Tom must not be allowed to spoil this kind and honest child, Susan also thought angrily.

In fact, Susan felt a little uneasy in her heart. No matter how she told herself that Wendy was different from Tom, she was a delicate, gentle and considerate child, she could not deny that Wendy and Tom had many similarities. They were out of gregarious and silent, Occasionally, there is a hint of maturity that does not match the age.The important thing is that they hit it off and became intimate day by day.

"Can you tell me, how did you and Tom Riddle... um... make friends?" Susan rested her forehead with her hands, and looked at the man in front of her with her head slightly down on her toes with some headaches. little girl.

Wendy showed a shy smile, her little face was blushing: "Well, you know, if there are some common little secrets, then it is very logical to become friends. And—" Wendy raised her head slightly when she said this , Susan could see a trace of firmness in her big blue eyes, "—it should be better if I look at him."

Susan looked at the sickly little girl with a face of "I'm very good, I can discipline Tom", and then thought about her virtue that she couldn't take care of herself, and the corner of her mouth twitched violently.

However, both Tom and Wendy gradually became cheerful, with more smiles on their faces, and more time to run and play outdoors.Tom's conflicts with the other kids began to decrease as most of his energy shifted from "pushing the kids with magic" to "beating Wendy in the magic mini-game".

"This may be a really good development." Looking down through the black rusted window rails and mottled glass, looking down at the courtyard wall covered with creeper green leaves, Susan said to herself.It was early summer, and under the bright sunlight, she could clearly see the little hands of Tom and Wendy pulling together.

Susan and Tom still didn't like each other, and they would still speak ill of each other when they got the chance.It's more of a habit.It's just that the maliciousness in the word "old woman" that Tom scolded is no longer so obvious.

Susan is really kind to Wendy.This apparent preference is no secret among orphanages.Although Susan, who abides by the "rules", will not share an extra piece of Wendy's potato at a public dinner, she will share good things from her own meal for her girls-eggs, meat, candy.

Tom always felt sour when he saw this, and insisted on finding an opportunity to add trouble to Susan, preferably a big fight. (I'm young, I don't know the importance of pleasing my mother-in-law)

The time entered the end of October 1932.The sky in London began to darken continuously, tiny water droplets seeped from the stone walls of the orphanage, and the air was damp and cold.

Tom has been in a bad mood for the past few days. It wasn't until Wendy casually talked about "I can't see Susan lately" that he realized that he hadn't quarreled with Susan for a long time.In fact, the "old woman" who always appeared in every corner of his life and was in charge of things, has been gone for a long time.

"Where did Susan go?"

A small black head and a small golden head whispered together.The two little wizards who already knew how to use some little magic began to figure out how to find Susan's secret.

It is definitely not possible to follow directly. Was Susan's eyesight practiced all these years in vain?

Technological method?Don't say that GPS satellites have not yet been launched into the sky. Even if the most primitive trackers have been released, they have no channels to obtain them.

Then there is only magic left.

Option one, tracking spell.Unfortunately, neither of them knew how to cast the Tracking Curse.The principle is to leave a magic imprint on Susan, and then sense the direction remotely, but even with Wendy's powerful perception ability, she can only feel the magic fluctuation within 10 meters at most.Because Wendy Guliang couldn't figure out the principle of the tracking spell, the plan fell through.

Option two, force magic. "Susan is flying here", I feel silly when I think about it, Tom shut up before finishing what he suggested.

Option three, light magic.A long-lasting light emits magic under the soles of Susan's shoes, so that she will leave a string of glowing shoe prints on the ground, and she can find her destination along the shoe prints.The feasibility of this plan has been confirmed in Tom's shoes.But the problem is, a string of glowing shoe prints is too obvious for everyone to see.Wendy can't create a light that only wizards can see but Muggles can't, so the method that Susan can find the flaw as soon as she lowers her head is also passed.

The two children held their heads against each other for several days.

In the end, the problem was solved by Tom.

Several small ants secretly attached to Susan's clothes, and then led by several other ants, Wendy and Tom slipped hand in hand under the janitor's drunken nose, and then walked through the criss-crossed alleys of Lambeth District. He turned around, dodged a few high-spirited carriages, stepped on a few job-seeking advertisements, and finally arrived at a small square with a fountain.

This is the intersection of six roads, which is more lively than other places.There are some halls, salons and high-end restaurants on the corner of the street, which are decorated as "restrained luxury".Even in this recession, there are still decent ladies and gentlemen who come and go.

At the same time, walking around in the small square were beggars, unemployed people holding signs looking for jobs, street performers, musicians, and even crowds holding demonstration and protest slogans.

Wealth and poverty are intertwined here into a distorted scene of prosperity, like the epitome of this era.

Susan and Mrs. Smith stood in front of a guild hall.Tom and Wendy could see them clearly across a small half square.

They both wore plain black dresses and wore their hair in a bun — one dark, one white.Susan was holding a collection box in her arms.Around Mrs. Smith's neck is a plaque that reads "Collecting Donations."The big wooden sign made her pitifully small.In the majestic and lofty Mrs. Smith in the orphanage, Wendy noticed for the first time that her back was a bit bent.

While Wendy was watching, countless dignitaries walked past Susan and the others talking and laughing, but no one stopped to put even a single coin into the box.Susan stood there with a straight back and a straight face without saying a word.The old woman spoke stubbornly and incessantly to the people coming and going, but the freshly blowing cold wind messed up her hair and scattered her voice.

Wendy couldn't hear what she was saying, but tears kept rolling out of her eyes.She couldn't move forward, and couldn't escape, the light and shadow around her faded away, leaving only the old man's withered and wrinkled lips constantly opening and closing, and the big "donation" on the sign.

She is just like the "stinky old nine" who was paraded around the street with a sign in the first days.

"Tom, have you seen it? The boring, dark, and incomprehensible life we ​​think of is based on the dignity of others being trampled on. Because she was put on display like an animal, we have a difficult life." The potatoes and bread we ate gave us our ugly and shabby clothes, and the energy to complain about our boring life when we were full and warm.”

When we were young and ignorant, we owed too much love.

When I realized this, I couldn't stop crying.

The author has something to say:

Because the comments were so enthusiastic, I couldn't help but write a chapter and send it out. . .

By the way, the blocked ones are "text" and "leather".