HP Wendy's crossing running account

Tom was writing to Dick when Dumbledore Apparated to the door of Tom's room: "...the worst part is that she didn't even give me an explanation! You don't know how bad that is, the worst thing in my life People close to me hid it from me... for the first time I found out that I didn't know her at all..."

Tom opened the door and looked listlessly at Dumbledore.

"I thought you'd come back in a few days." Tom's eyelids were swollen, and he seemed too lazy to maintain false politeness.

Dumbledore's expression was very solemn, without showing any unnecessary strangeness or sympathy: "Tom, someone wants to see you."

Tom was sitting in a bright cafe across the table from a serious old gentleman.The old man's hair was combed meticulously, his black suit was spotless, and he looked like the most conservative British gentleman.

"I thought you wouldn't want me."

"A illegitimate child in a family is indeed a great scandal; but it is even more disgraceful to let him live in poverty knowing that he has a child."

"Oh?"

"I heard that you are going to a magic school soon."

Tom watched with slight surprise as the old man said the phrase "magic school" with a serious face. "You didn't scream?"

The old man was a little embarrassed, his neck was a little red, but he still had a straight face: "Don't worry about your grandma, women are a little nervous-I've never screamed."

Tom smiled. "You just said, 'Grandma'?"

The old man nodded solemnly: "You can call me 'Grandpa' if you want."

It was as if a ray of sunshine hit Tom's face, and his expression immediately became vivid: "Grandpa, oh, I don't really care much... I mean, I have a good life. I have Dick, I have old Charlemagne Ralph, they taught me a lot, I read a lot of books, I also have a group of friends like Solomon, Arthur, and Ball, and I still... yes, I still have Wendy."

The eyes of the old man were a little wet: "I'm sorry for letting you live in the orphanage for so long-you smile exactly like Tom-I'm also sorry I'm afraid you will continue to stay in the orphanage. The Riddle family , oh, you saw it too..."

Tom's expression fell. "I don't care," he said, "you don't recognize me—"

"I am willing to fulfill all the responsibilities and obligations that a grandfather should do." The old gentleman interrupted him loudly.

"What... what?"

"Whether it's writing letters or meeting. I'm retired and my time can be yours anytime. We can have dinner together, watch a movie, maybe you'll like to go to the park? You can talk to me about your school, your Life, everything that happens. If there are any formalities or financial problems, as long as I can..."

"Except for entering the Riddle's house." Tom looked serious.

The old man sighed: "If you insist on living with us, I can agree. What can I disagree with? I just don't think you will like it."

Tom suddenly smiled, and his handsome face was magnificent: "This is good enough. At least, there is another blood relative who loves me."

"Cough!" The old man coughed a few times in a disguised manner, and raised his face again, "Son, your grandpa is just an ordinary country gentleman—an ordinary person who can't do magic. During your schooling career, besides this, I also help you Nothing for you."

An envelope was pushed across the table, and Tom opened it. Inside was £500.

"I hope you can accept it. This is my first wish for my grandson. I know you need a sum of money to buy textbooks and school uniforms. Besides, the children should always have some pocket money when they are together. Although the British pound is not everything, but At least the most basic dignity can be protected."

Tom held the envelope and was speechless for a moment.

"My son named Tom is not very promising, but maybe I can count on my grandson named Tom." The old man muttered softly, "I was not very picky about my wife back then, but you are much better than me."

"what?"

"Well, that pretty little girl with blond hair. She sneaked me this and a letter the other day when she left. That's how I knew you needed me."

What Tom saw was a translated Hogwarts entry price list (translated into Muggle languages ​​and in pounds sterling).

"She's worried about you, Tom."

Tom pushed open the door with a "bang" and broke into Wendy's room.Wendy is sitting on the bed reading a book.

"You already knew?"

"what do you know?"

"I know, my grandfather will support me."

"No, I do not know."

Tom stepped forward and put his hands on Wendy's temples, forcing Wendy to fix her head and face him.

"Look at me, Wendy. Don't lie, you've never been good at lying. Why on earth are you asking for my relatives? We all know 'extra alimony' is just an excuse. My relatives, since they dumped me Here. Wizard, they can find me if they want. Since they abandoned me, there will be no 'extra alimony' - either like Gaunt who is a mess himself, or like the Riddles Even though you are good, you see me as a shame. So, why on earth are you..."

"Even if it's not now, you will know sooner or later."

"True. But..."

"I'm afraid that if you learn the truth when you're alone, you will do something drastic." Wendy's eyes were so calm that she could see to the end.

Tom's shoulders relaxed with relief, and he laughed lowly with his head hanging.

"You're right, Wendy, you really understand me. When I learned about my life experience from the man who spoke the same snake language as me..." Tom took a deep breath, "I want them to disappear. Yes Such a family member is really a shame, whether it is Morfin or Riddle. If Professor Dumbledore is not there, if I have the ability..."

"If you do—"

"Then there will be no meeting with grandpa today."

"If he doesn't come, is he worthless?" Wendy looked over stubbornly with her blue eyes.

Tom lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said slowly: "No. I understand what you mean. Because they are relatives, they are not measured by glory or shame."

Tom went up and hugged Wendy gently: "Actually, the relatives I expect are you, Dick and old Ralph."

Wendy patted Tom on the back lightly: "Tom, you know, blood relationship, even if it is painful, cannot be erased and cannot be denied. Even if you have resented once, you will miss it after a long time. This is blood relationship .Also, almost everyone told us that birth can never limit real success." Wendy smiled softly as she saw the woman wearing a cheongsam playing the piano alone in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

"We can't decide what land we're born on—"

"But we can all try to root and grow—"

"Gauss's father was a poor gardener—"

"Rothschild started out as a banking apprentice—"

"Watt is the shipwright's son—"

"Rockefeller walked the streets with his father who sold groceries—"

"Shakespeare can't afford school—"

"Lincoln's family couldn't get enough to eat—"

"Even that Salazar Slytherin—"

"Who knows if there are any bastards in his ancestors."

The two children ended this long hug and smiled at each other.

"Anyway, Tom, I want to apologize. I know you're embarrassing, but I'm afraid, afraid that Tom, who is of wizarding blood, will look down on me as a Muggle-born."

"I'm also afraid. The uncle who died in bedbugs with the glory of his ancestors, and the father who was selfish and cowardly on the outside, I'm afraid of becoming people like them. I don't want to be them. I hope I can grow up like Dick , like Watson, like Ralph."

They laughed again, and the frank relative feeling was very warm.

"Your father at least gave you a good-looking face, which is very important." Wendy said suddenly.

"Hey!"

"I'm serious, if you grew up like your uncle, I wouldn't have played with you in the first place."

"So I should be grateful to him?"

"That's right! Remember, don't disfigure yourself."

(Tom: Wendy, enough of you for spoiling the atmosphere.)

When they were lying in bed that night.

Wendy let out a sigh of relief, let this matter be over.The result was much better than her worst plan.Thanks to Grandpa Riddle, and thanks to the good people in this world who still have a conscience and a sense of responsibility.

Tom vaguely thought that Wendy must have some little secret.For example, she knew a long time ago that their abilities were magic, not "superpowers" or something; for example, when she first saw Dumbledore, she had no doubts at all.However, as time goes by, he will always figure it out.

The author has something to say:

I stayed up all night writing this chapter.

I don't know if I have rounded this situation up reasonably.

Wendy was indeed lucky, Mr. Riddle just appeared and gave God an assist.However, if she hadn't sent the note, the divine assist wouldn't appear.

It is often said that do your best and obey the destiny.But often, when the personnel are exhausted, there is an inevitable result by chance.