HP Wendy's crossing running account

Summer of 1938.

Wendy didn't know when Dumbledore would come, and even, because the butterfly's wings flapped a little fiercely, she didn't know if it was Dumbledore who came.Earlier, she had carefully considered the admission notice:

First of all, the notice must have been sent during the summer vacation, and it has nothing to do with birthdays.The first year that Harry Potter was notified on his birthday was also because his birthday happened to be in July.If the notices are issued according to the date of birthday, and there are many births in December like Tom, then a batch of letters will be sent out during the semester. If the teacher changes and the textbooks are changed next year, there will be no time to respond.

Secondly, I am afraid that the owl will not come.After time travelling, she carefully recalled the scenes related to Riddle.Although she couldn't say that all the details were clear, she was sure that Dumbledore went directly to the orphanage and handed the book list to Tom face to face.

It's useless to think too much, Wendy can only secretly shrink her energy in the world of ordinary people.She excused herself from feeling unwell, and after completing several projects in the factory, she stayed in the orphanage to recuperate.Go to Anna to read books all day long, and then sort out the magic notes.

Tom also seemed to feel that there was less time to go to the bank, the pier, and the stock exchange.He also reads some large theoretical books, writes notes, and reads the financial pages of newspapers.Of course, he would never admit that he came to accompany Wendy.

Time seemed to go back to when they first met when they were five years old, and their figures were left in the corners of the orphanage.

On this day, the sky was overcast, and there was some meaning that it was going to rain.This is quite rare for summer in London.

Wendy and Tom nestled in Tom's room.Wendy wrote and drew on the draft paper very seriously: a series of unknown symbols composed of small horizontal bars and dots in all directions.Tom lolled over the newspaper crossword.

"Tom, say the word 'castle' again."

Tom glanced at Wendy gloatingly, hissing inexplicably.

Wendy frowned and wrote down the length and severity of the hissing sound with symbols, and compared it with the "embrace" written earlier, then threw the paper and pen on the table angrily.

Tom finished the crossword while humming a ditty, and saw Wendy slumped on the table, still half dead. "I really don't understand. Why does the little genius Wendy who can speak four languages ​​insist on 'hiss'?"

"Because, the language you are born with is amazing." Wendy gathered up the draft paper and hugged it to her chest as a baby.

"Heh, just admit that you are inferior to me in one language. Oh, no, baby Wendy, even if you use up 20 sheets of draft paper, you still won't be able to learn it."

"Hiss hiss (roll)."

Tom was taken aback, then smiled again: "Well, memory and imitation are good. But, it doesn't sound like that to me. It's like the English spoken by Indians."

"Tom! How do you say 'trichlorotrifluoroethane' in Parseltongue?"

Tom, whose chemistry level was still at the stage of common sense, frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head.

"What about 'guanylate cyclase'?"

Tom's neck was a little red.

Wendy lowered her head and wrote as she read: "Parshtalkers can't translate concepts they don't understand into Parseltongue."

"Wendy!" It's too much to use one's strengths to smear others.Then, Tom saw Wendy's gently pouting light pink lips, and he had a flash of inspiration, and couldn't help but turn angry into a smile: "You're jealous, jealous that I was born with Parseltongue and you can't."

Wendy pouted and turned her head aside: "The bloodline suppression is the most annoying thing."

Tom smiled even more happily, stretched out his hand to rub Wendy's hair, and said in a tone that seduced a little girl: "Hey, Wendy is already very good. Chemistry, machinery, etc., and four foreign languages." Woolen cloth."

There are five languages, as well as Chinese. If you count simplified and traditional characters, cursive script, and Xiaozhuan, I know a lot of languages.Wendy complained.However, she was still very satisfied with Tom in front of her.It couldn't be more perfect without hanging the rabbit, or tricking Dennis and little Amy into a cave by the sea to threaten them.

At this moment, Mr. Albus Dumbledore had already sat at Mrs. Cole's table.

"I made an appointment to discuss Tom Riddle and Wendy Carter with you," said Dumbledore.

"Are you?" Mrs. Cole stared at the tall man in a purple suit with scrutiny.He may look rich and well-mannered, but there's something unmistakably eccentric about him—whether it's his strange name or his long beard and hair.

"I am a teacher," said Dumbledore. "My school, Hogwarts, has offered admission to these two children."

Mrs. Cole narrowed her eyes: "Why Tom and Wendy?"

"Because they have some special qualities."

"They can't apply to your school, there must be some mistake! Mr. Wilkman has arranged for Tom to go to Eton, and he wrote me last month to say that Tom passed the entrance examination. Five; as for Wendy, Anna assured me that a correspondence course has been applied for her, and that the child's health is too worrying... Sir, I'm pretty sure neither of them has applied for it."

"Their names have been on our list since birth—"

"Unless you have proof that their family registered them."

Dumbledore looked at this very shrewd woman with some headaches.He took out his wand from the pocket of his velvet suit and waved it, then handed the orphanage matron a blank sheet of paper.

Mrs. Cole's eyes suddenly went blank, and she looked at the blank paper. "Totally legal, I can't refute..."

Before Dumbledore let out a breath, her eyes suddenly struggled, and her face was a little distorted: "No, I can't let Wendy go to boarding school, staying with little Ralph is the best thing for her. OK."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise. He probably never thought that a Muggle could resist the Confusion Charm.At this time, a woman's calm voice came from the door of the room: "Sir, you'd better tell the truth to Susan. Otherwise, she won't let go of her little angel so easily."

Dumbledore turned around and saw a red-haired girl leaning against the door with her arms folded. She was wearing the same apron as the others, but her clear and detached expression made her seem out of place in the orphanage.Dumbledore blinked, but didn't move.

The red-haired girl continued: "If you were going to a family to invite 'special children' to school. I don't think you would treat their parents like this."

"It seems that there is an insider here." Dumbledore smiled and waved his wand at Mrs. Cole. "Amazing, ma'am. Love is greater than all magic."

Mrs. Cole's eyes became sharp again: "Just now, what happened?"

"I'm afraid it will take us a while to explain this - some wine, ma'am." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a bottle of gin and three glasses appeared on the table.

Mrs. Cole's eyes widened.

"You mean...you mean...oh, God," muttered Mrs. Cole, leaning back in her chair.Suddenly, she jumped up and poured herself a large glass of gin, then turned her head and stared at Anna with sharp eyes: "Anna! You already knew that, didn't you!"

Dumbledore watched with interest the red-haired woman sitting gracefully on the stool, sipping the liquid in the glass, and replied in a casual tone: "When you get along with children day and night, you will always see some clues. "

Mrs. Cole seemed to be shocked by Anna's answer: "That's right...I'm an unqualified guardian...I didn't realize...Yes, yes...Tom was very weird when he was young...And that time, Wen Dee said she broke the wall lamp, and her height was less than a third of the height of the wall lamp, I always thought she was lying... and that time with Beckman, the room seemed to be blown by a whirlwind..."

"Little wizards occasionally lose control of their magic power. We call this a magic riot." Dumbledore said gently.

"Sir." Mrs. Cole looked at Dumbledore expectantly, "Your school?"

"Teach them how to control and use their power."

"Okay. You're right, it has to be. In case they accidentally hurt themselves next time."

"So, ma'am. I wonder if you could tell me about the children's life experience?"

"Of course." Mrs. Cole seemed to recover from the shock, and poured herself some more gin. "Tom was born here. I'm pretty sure it was in my first year working here, in 1926." The last day of the year. Poor mother, so young, so thin, about to give birth and freezing alone in the snowy night, almost rang the front door bell with her last breath. When we helped her in, she It's almost gone, and it's almost a miracle to have a baby."

"Unfortunately, sadly," said Dumbledore. "Has she left any words?"

"She said the baby was Tom Marvolo Riddle because the father was Tom and the grandpa was Marvolo - yeah, that's a weird name, isn't it? At first we wondered if she was from a circus Man, now that I think about it, she is the wizard you mentioned."

Mrs. Cole poured herself some more wine, and a look of nostalgia appeared on her face: "Tom was very weird when he was young. When he was a baby, I took care of him, and he almost never cried; later, when he grew up Some—Anna?"

"Yes sir. I take care of the children from 2 to 4 years old, who are able to play but not yet read. Tom, he scares the other children - yes, occasionally a little bullying But it's pretty common around here — the point is, he has a dark air about him that scares kids."

"Oh?"

"About around his fifth birthday, he started doing some magical tricks. Billy got bitten on the bottom by a beetle; Jack got a hole in his scarf for no apparent reason... stuff like that."

"Yes, I remember." Mrs. Cole said, "Tom suddenly became more troublesome that winter. Fortunately, Dr. Watson and Colonel Hoffman taught him later, and the child grew up , even admitted to Eton, everyone is proud of him. Smart kids are always naughtier when they are young. Magic, yes, I should have thought of it, Wendy said that she is because of some common little secrets with Tom. That's why we became friends."

"Wendy, was she born here too?"

"No, no. She came here in the winter of 1931, right around the time Tom started playing with his magical powers. Dr. Carter was a well-known good man, and his wife, Mrs. Carter, was a nurse—the No, sir, neither of them look like wizards?"

"It's not uncommon for there to be occasional instances of baby wizards being born in ordinary people's families."

"Okay." Mrs. Cole muttered, a blush had already appeared on her face, but she still added some more wine to herself, "The plane crashed, two people died. It was reported in the newspapers for three days, and a A catastrophe, more than 100 people died. Poor girl, there are a few distant relatives who are like wolves, you know, people who have taken property but have no sense of responsibility to take care of their children. So, she came here."

Mrs. Cole smacked her lips: "I'm always worried that she won't live long. She has a congenital heart disease, and she always has to lie in bed three or four days a month. But she is a very well-behaved girl, she doesn't talk much, and she is always quiet. Read a book quietly."

"So you arranged a correspondence course for her?"

"That's right! I'm worried about her going to a boarding school. I heard that the teachers there are very strict. How can Wendy's body bear it?"

"Ma'am, you don't have to worry about this. Hogwarts is not a boarding school like you ordinary people. There, it's still very free. And, if Wendy's illness is caused by magic—"

"Well, you're always right, sir. I should, I can trust you."

Dumbledore looked into the thin woman's watery eyes and nodded solemnly.

"Let Anna take you there. I want to be quiet—we have agreed in advance and leave the choice to the children themselves. After all, the future we have arranged for them is also the best."

Dumbledore stared at the straight back of the woman leading the way, and broke the silence: "What should I call—"

"You can call me Anna, sir." Anna didn't look back.

"I noticed that you said Tom had a dark air about him that frightened him."

"I can't find a better word to describe that feeling. It's not a common characteristic of little wizards, and Wendy is not like that."

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

Anna glanced behind him out of the corner of her eye, and continued, "I think there may be some problems with his genetics. But the innate problems can always be made up for by acquired teaching. Since he joined the Boy Scouts, he has finally become more cheerful."

Dumbledore's eyebrows stretched: "You are very knowledgeable, Miss Anna. Education is always more important than nature."

Silence resumed between the two.

They walked up the stairwell on the third floor one after another. Anna stopped and turned to face the tall brown-haired man.Dumbledore smiled knowingly.

"Among us ordinary people, there have also been reports of superpowers, so I didn't pay much attention when I first discovered it. But, I didn't expect that—you seem to be a world of your own."

"According to the International Statute of Secrecy of 1689, we need to hide the existence of magic from ordinary people."

The two pairs of blue eyes looked at each other, and they both saw the meaning of rejecting people thousands of miles away from each other.There was no further conversation to be had.

Anna turned a corner first and walked to the door of the first room: "I think we've arrived. This is Tom's room. If nothing else, Wendy is here."

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Promised to give prizes to "passing by", updated a chapter, saved until 12 o'clock yesterday.No more manuscripts, damn it.

And I always feel that this chapter is not written smoothly, no, it is scum.

Recently, an author in Bishui was posted on the wall for his score, and then he was popularized "what kind of author will be yellow carded", and he broke out in a cold sweat.I have too many little vests, and when the vest left a notice, I scored 2 points for myself.It seems that there was another one who was cute and asked for a reply. . .

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