HP Wendy's crossing running account

For a moment, Dumbledore stared at the girl in front of him with a piercing gaze.However, nothing more can be seen from her clear eyes and calm expression.

The most terrifying thing in this world is not a seamless conspiracy, but an upright conspiracy.

Dumbledore was in mixed feelings.From the first sight he knew that the little girl was not as innocent as she seemed.As a child taught by the mysterious woman named "Anna", she is smart, self-restraining, and has a perfect grasp of the bottom line of acting like a baby and the timing of her shots.But she is different from people who are really good at calculating. The kindness of the girl and the sense of self-sacrifice that she has to complete a certain mission are so clear.

Although he knew that there were more complicated motives behind her proposal, he couldn't hate her.Moreover, this weak child looks so determined.This slight softness prevented Dumbledore from directly denying this somewhat out-of-bounds proposal, but he also did not directly agree: "Wendy, I think Tom should make such a request. Or, you should discuss it in advance." After all, once family members are involved, even the closest friends have to keep the necessary distance."

"You're right, sir. But I know Tom won't agree. He prefers to find out for himself, and I think it would be better to have a mature guide in the matter."

The scene was a little stiff for a while.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." Tom suddenly chuckled, the blush on his face had subsided at some point, and there was a trace of easy-going ease similar to that of old Ralph in his brows and eyes, as if he had suddenly put on a shopping mall mask .

"Tom?"

"Sorry, Professor. It's the first time I've heard about the wizarding world," he shrugged and said in an impeccably polite tone, "I'm so excited that I'm a little out of sorts today."

Glancing at the expressionless girl next to him, the handsome black-haired boy's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile that couldn't be seen at all: "Go now, professor. I'm also curious about my 'relatives'." He puts an accent on the word loved ones.

The pumpkin wagon was moving at an incredible speed.The small trees on the side of the road receded quickly, with no shape at all.Several times the carriage passed over the heads of pedestrians and cars, and ordinary people were unaware of it except that they felt a gust of wind.They crossed several counties in just half an hour.

Facing such a miraculous acceleration magic, the two children sitting in the carriage were no longer as excited as they were at the beginning.Counting Professor Dumbledore, the three of them remained silent, and the atmosphere in the car was extremely dull.Finally, the carriage drove into a small and comfortable valley.

"Welcome to Godric's Hollow, children." Dumbledore's voice became as bright as the sun, "The largest half-wizard settlement in the whole of England. It is also my hometown."

Tom and Wendy also came alive, looking out of the window with restraint and curiosity.Godric's Valley is full of greenery in midsummer, and the flowers on the roadside are blooming in the sun.Simple country houses and log cabins constitute a small mountain village, and dark green shrubs and vines grow unscrupulously in the gaps between human buildings.

The carriage drove slowly through the square in the center of the village, headed up the mountain, and finally stopped at the gate of a small courtyard made of rocks.

"Aaron was my neighbor and friend since I was a child. When it comes to the ancient wizarding family, no one knows better than him. Like his aunt, he is one of the rare people who has a passion for research in the history of magic." Deng Introducing, Bullido led the two children across the gravel path.

Aaron Bagshot looked older than Dumbledore, his messy gray hair seemed to have not been combed in many years and was tangled into each other.The man in the patched housecoat buried himself in piles of parchments.In the background are four tall bookshelves and old books and papers flying between them.An instrument that seemed to be a combination globe and planetarium hung 10 inches above his head and twirled.

"Oh, yes, yes, Parseltongue." Aaron's eyes looked a little nervous, he stared at Tom, as if looking at an interesting magic item, "Salazar Slytherin is One of the earliest recorded Parseltongues. There are also Slytherin Parseltongues recorded at the same time as Salazar's brother and sister. Another family with Parseltongue talent was quickly identified in the Dark Ages Extinct. Therefore, later Parseltongues always like to claim that they are descendants of a Hogwarts founder. But in fact-we have never found any records of Salazar himself marrying and having children."

Aaron waved his hand, and an ancient manuscript struggled to float out from the pile of books, opened it in front of Aaron, and flipped it by itself.

"It took me a long time to find this document, a good thing handed down from the old things of the Gray family. This family inherited from Ravenclaw, has always had a rigorous style of study, and likes to record everything in order. Unfortunately, in about Their last heir passed away unexpectedly 200 years ago. How many precious ancient books flooded the market at that time! Merlin, how many disappeared as garbage! Ah, look here, child."

Aaron pointed excitedly at the blurred Old English words on the yellowed pages: 'Look,' ten years after Salazar ran away alone and disappeared, the remaining three gave Salazar the legacy of Slytherin. Razar's sister's son, Neil, and after that, the relic was divided equally between Neil's three children...' So I think neither Salazar nor his brother left any heirs, otherwise the rest of the founders would not have picked one A child whose surname is not Slytherin will inherit his legacy."

Satisfied, Aaron closed the manuscript and stroked the cover lovingly.

"Little Neil's talent is mediocre and his reputation is not obvious, but his descendants have given birth to several Parseltongues who are second only to Salazar in history: the hero who fought against the church, the scholar who standardized the production of potions, and the great good man Aye. Rick - the originator of the medical doctor. It was the golden age of Slytherin, Leander, Alfred, Stu Lanster... which surname was not the most popular? Now, only the disappointing Gaunt .”

"Gaunt?"

"Yes, their earliest ancestor was a great-granddaughter of Little Neil."

Aaron beckoned, and what flew over this time was an archive.

"No one knows who Maurice Gaunt's father is. All his life he has claimed that his mother is a descendant of Slytherin. However, I can always find clues in some dusty files. Wizards Special Defense Force, They were the predecessors of the Aurors and the Ministry of Magic, and I got this information from a ghost. Very interesting."

Aaron read softly in a soft tone that implied excitement: "In October, we received news that a 14-year-old girl had been lost in the Leander family. Someone saw a cavalry army marching nearby at the same time. We followed the route of the Muggle Knights and finally found the poor girl in a small town sixty miles away."

"That girl is Maurice Gaunt's mother." Tom said the first half of the sentence in a positive tone, "Can a witch be easily taken away by Muggles? I thought wizards would at least use magic to protect themselves."

"You know, boy, we have many girls who are not very good at learning. When danger comes, they are no better than Muggles. Even a powerful wizard is very weak when he loses his wand."

Tom raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

Aaron continued: "There are records that Maurice's mother gave birth to him at the age of 15 and named him Gunter. Based on the previous information, the little girl is sure that the child's father is a man named Gunter." Muggles. The irony is that Morris is a blood theorist through and through. Probably his Muggle father and his origins make him feel ashamed. The Gaunt family has been crazy about marrying other Slytherin families since he started, like Extravagant pomp and, at the same time, utterly hostile to Muggles."

Aaron stopped, took a sip of water, looked at Tom and shook his head regretfully: "A Parseltongue, kid. It's been a long time since Alfred and Stu Lanster cut off a decent snake Loud. However, many magical families have disappeared in the past thousand years. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw are extinct. Slytherin, at least there is Gaunt. If you are looking for Gaunt, The last records show them living in Little Hangleton. A father and his son and daughter, both of whom were in Azkaban for attacking Muggles and Ministry of Magic officials, about ten years ago."

When walking out of Aaron's house, the atmosphere was heavy as if frozen.

Wendy said, "Should we still go to Little Hangleton? It doesn't sound like the Gaunt family is very wonderful." Even so, the answer is almost yes.

Sure enough, Tom curled his lips mockingly: "Go! Of course. With such clear clues, how can we not go and see that self-deceiving 'pure-blood family'?"

It was evening when they opened the door of Gaunt's house where the dead snake was hung.The afterglow of the setting sun shines through the dense shrubs, forming several rays of light into the dim living room.A man could be seen sitting in an armchair in the middle of the room, in tattered clothes and with hair so stained that it couldn't see its original colour.Seeing them coming in, he stood up staggeringly, kicked a few empty wine bottles under his feet, and the smell of wine immediately dispersed in the faintly smelly room.

Wendy knew that this person was Morfin Gaunt, but she couldn't understand a word he said.Only the "hissing" sounds of Tom and Morfin alternately sounded in the old house.Morfin did most of the talking, excited, waving his wand and knife, and laughing mockingly.Although Tom tried to be calm, his face was livid.

Finally, when Morfin was about to pounce, Tom said, "Professor, can I trouble you to bring this dangerous element under control?"

Secondary Deng, who had watched the show for a long time, decisively raised his wand and fired a stun spell, then looked at Tom with concern: "If you don't want to talk, we can understand."

Tom shook his head expressionlessly: "My mother is Merope Gaunt, and lying inside is Morfin, my uncle. Grandpa Marvolo has passed away. Merope and a villager named Riddle The Muggle eloped and disappeared, and that Muggle—my father." He gritted his teeth when he said this, "he returned to Little Hangleton a year after he eloped, claiming that he had been deceived by witchcraft .”

Tom finally looked around the bare living room of Gaunt's old house, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "Uncle said that even if he had money, he wouldn't give me a Nat for this little bastard; Treasures, I don't even care about them."

Tom lightly flicked the dust on his trousers, and took the lead to walk on the path he came from: "So, do we still have to go to the Riddle Mansion next? It's the big house on the opposite hillside."

It was unnatural for Tom to cool down too quickly.

Wendy followed Tom with a slumped face. She may have made a big negligence.Many changes have taken place between the current Tom and the original book. He has received military training and rolled in the Muggle upper class. His vision and mental quality may be much stronger than that of the 16-year-old boy Dark Lord.She couldn't guess Tom's current mental activity at all!Likewise, she can't predict Tom's next move!

It's a terrible feeling to have caused a situation that you can't control.Wendy secretly concentrated on perceiving everything that happened in front of her eyes, her breath was introverted, and she was so quiet that she seemed to disappear.Can't imagine, can only follow the trend.

Riddle House was a respectable house, with a pretty garden.Roses swayed happily in the setting sun.It's time to prepare dinner, and the aroma of food can be smelled from afar.When the maid opened the door for Dumbledore and his party, the three members of the Riddle family were sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for dinner.

A serious old man in a suit and a cane, an old woman in a floral lace dress and jewelry, and a handsome young man who doesn't seem to have grown up.A harmonious and happy family, also looks very educated.

But when they saw Tom's face, which was almost exactly the same as that of the young man, the calm and gentle scene was immediately shattered. "You...you are the son of that witch?" Old Tom said in disbelief with his face pale.The old woman screamed loudly, and the sharp voice almost pierced everyone's eardrums.The old man's face was ashen, and he tapped the ground with his cane, but his wife ignored him and continued to yell hysterically.Their son looked like he was about to faint.There was a riot in the house.

Tom looked at his relatives with a sneer, without saying a word.

Night fell.

Tom and Wendy were sent back to the orphanage by Dumbledore.Today's farce seems to have awakened the brunette's compassion. "Maybe you need to calm down for a while. I will take you to Diagon Alley in a few days."

Dumbledore left, and the worst crisis came later.But, "I don't regret it."

Wendy let go of her thoughts and looked at Tom quietly.

The black-haired boy still had a mask-like expression, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you satisfied now? My mother is a member of a dirty and ignorant 'pure-blood' family; my father is a silly softie. I There is also an uncle who is as dirty as garbage... Now that you know everything, are you satisfied?"

Wendy stared at the boy without saying a word.

Tom straightened his back into his room and slammed the door hard.

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Sorry everyone, this chapter was difficult to write