HP Wendy's crossing running account

Mrs. Farrell is a plump, middle-aged witch.She looked about 40 years old, with round cheeks glowing a healthy red, kind eyes with a few crow's feet.A fluffy chestnut curly hair was tied into a bunch, wrapped behind a white turban, and the big white apron was very similar to Anna's style, and they all had the feeling of nurses' clothing in the [-]th century.

In terms of appearance, Mrs. Farrell was the least wizard-like wizard Wendy had ever seen.If there is an analogy, only the image of Mrs. Weasley in the original book is closer to her.

Her voice is also a kind of sturdy with a hint of protection. "Which one is Miss Wendy Carter? Oh, here. Stay here, dear, Professor Dumbledore, please let me check you." She stood up and clapped her hands at the chattering little wizards, " Alright, folks. Now that you're all alive and kicking - don't complain, potions have tasted this badly since my grandma was a kid, and you've eaten a lot of my candy - then it's private time, all How about going out? Hey, thanks for your cooperation, little ones."

The friends looked curiously at Wendy who was left behind, and left the medical room in groups of three and four.Rolanda Hooch and the two Ravenclaw boys passed Wendy, whispering "Nice Herbology" or "Good luck" to Wendy.

In the end, only Tom was left.He pursed his lips and looked stubbornly at the witch in the medical room.

"Mr. Riddle?" Mrs. Farrell made a gesture of "please" irresistibly. "The presence of others will interfere with my judgment."

Wendy also kept winking at Tom. (Communication content: I will tell you everything later)

Tom gave her a threatening look back. (Communication content: If you dare not tell me, you will die)

The negotiation was successful, and Tom was reluctantly locked out by the door.

Tom knew that Wendy's strange heart disease was a sharp sword hanging over her head. According to a group of Muggle doctors represented by Conrad Watson, there was almost no reason for her illness.The biggest remaining possibility is that the disease has something to do with magic.

Maybe in a few minutes, the mystery that has haunted him for years will be solved.But right now, he still has to cheer up to cover up his emotions.Ahead, on the marble floor, a pair of fine, smooth leather boots, and above that, a green-lined school robe.

"Yes, Mr. Black. You haven't gone yet?"

"You know her very well." Alphard didn't answer Tom's words, but used a declarative sentence directly.

Tom raised his eyebrows: "It's obvious, isn't it?"

The handsome brown-haired boy smiled and walked to the window in the corridor, looking out at the green earth and the crystal blue sky.His shoulders were slumped, his hands rested on the window sill, and he showed his back indifferently to Tom.

"I'm not a person who likes to inquire about other people's privacy. But—" he shrugged, "I have to have a basic understanding of the friends I want to make." Alphard said here, turning around and elbowing Leaning on the window sill, Tom looked at his face.His expression and posture were friendly and provocative, as if he was asking "Do you dare to trust me?"

Tom smiled: "You don't want to say that you had this plan on the train, did you?"

"No. At that time, I was only interested in you. A silent little jinx was not that attractive. I made my decision five or ten minutes ago."

"When I invite you to form a team."

"Hmm, and your little girlfriend, she was a surprise and strengthened my determination."

The two boys looked at each other and laughed, any extra temptation seemed worthless.Although they don't completely trust each other, they can already take a big step forward.

Tom walked up to Alphard, leaned on the window sill with his elbows like him, and looked back at the blue sky. "Wendy and I grew up together, in a Muggle orphanage."

"Orphanage?"

"It is the place where children who have lost their parents are taken in, and it is managed by the Muggle government."

"It's easy to understand that Miss Carter is a Muggle, but I remember you said you were of mixed blood."

"Come on, most of us don't remember our parents anymore. If I hadn't been 'fortunate' to meet my 'pure-blood' uncle a month ago, I would have thought I was Muggle-born too."

"It sounds like you don't like that 'pure-blood' uncle."

"Heh... let's put it this way." Tom stared at Alphard's face jokingly, "If someone brags about his father all day, then he must not be very good; if it is his grandfather who brags, it means that he Two generations of him and his father are nothing; if blood is all that can be boasted—"

"—That is to say, they have nothing but the inheritance left by their ancestors." Alphard said, and then he was silent for a few seconds, "You're right."

Tom was also aroused, and continued: "I don't want the so-called noble surname from my mother at all. In my opinion, it's a joke not to have the courage to admit the decline. Maybe there will be a glorious Riddle family in 100 years. Well, it starts with me, do you believe it?"

Alphard looked at the undisguised self-confidence on Tom's face, and his heart trembled: "I really envy you, Tom. It's good to grow up in an orphanage, I mean, it's not so easy to stay in a family of pure wizards .”

"Oh, I can see. Your two sisters are not easy to deal with, and their thinking..." Tom shrugged.

"Yes, typical lineage thinking. I don't care about this. Unfortunately, I'm the only one in my family who doesn't care, so most of the time, I still have to go along with them."

The two boys turned to look at each other, feeling more and more sympathetic.

"Actually, I cared a lot about my background at the beginning. When I was in the orphanage, I always imagined that my parents were noble people." Tom sighed, "The one who really doesn't care is Wendy. After so many years, she Her parents were never mentioned."

He stopped suddenly, and took a few steps forward to stare at the door of the medical room, only feeling a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

All this time, Wendy was clearly walking on the path she had planned, with small steps but without the slightest hesitation or pause.This kind of life is terrible, because she never looks back.

Meanwhile, a very important conversation was going on in the medical room.

"There, dear." Mrs. Farrell put away her wand and began to scribble the medical records on the parchment.

"You know what's wrong with me, don't you?"

"Well, it's a bit complicated. Honey, honey. You know, I worked at St. Mungo's before I retired, so Albus thought I might be a bit more experienced--retirement, yeah, that's all It was years ago and my youngest granddaughter was in school like yours in [-]st year and she was in Hufflepuff. My grandkids would think 'the dean is their own grandma' thing It's funny, I warned them not to expect too much favoritism from me, although they rarely got me into trouble - I look pretty young, well, my homemade beauty potion works really well, I'm better than Your professor of herbal medicine, Gamp, is only two years younger, so you can't tell at all?"

"Ma'am, my illness..."

"Oh, I just talked about my granddaughter Bobby. She is too serious. At first, the whole family was worried about where she would be assigned..." Mrs. Farrell's voice gradually stopped, because Wendy had already jumped off the chair, Went to the window.

"What are you looking at, honey?"

"The sky. This blue color and a somewhat low sense of oppression and emptiness are the sky of the Scottish Highlands. Judging from the direction, speed and time of the Hogwarts Express, it happens to be at the northernmost point of the British Isle. I used to I know a lady who has worked selflessly in London all her life. When she is old, she wants to go back to the Scottish Highlands and her relatives. But she can’t make it in time. She will never see the sky like this again. See It was me who arrived."

"Miss Carter."

"Isurviveher, and Isurvivethedeath.【1】" Wendy stared at Mrs. Farrell with eyes as pure as the blue sky, leaving her nowhere to escape, "So, madam, tell me. In my short life, Death has been embraced too many times."

"I... ok ok, I have seen the results of the test that little Bentley did for you before, because it is very rare, so Albus asked me to take another look, I am more experienced... oh, sorry, this has already been said pass."

Mrs. Farrell licked her dry lips, and at the same time brewed her words: "I once met a patient. A four-year-old boy, just like you, had a strange angina. For that little wizard, I checked almost all A file of congenital diseases. A new disease, all occurring between a Muggle mother and her magically powerful child. When the child was in the mother's womb, in order to prevent the magic in the blood from harming the mother, some kind of Resist the effect of magic power to lower the magic power level of the fetus. However, with the birth and growth of little wizards, the magic power continues to develop and strengthen. This effect in turn causes the resistance and disorder of the magic power in the body. Eventually, they will become... ...very weak."

After saying this long paragraph, Mrs. Farrell was obviously relieved, and she poured herself a glass of water: "I'm sorry, there is no way to eradicate it at present-there are too few cases, almost all of them Muggle mothers can give birth to healthy baby wizards - we only know that magic suppression potions and soothing potions can improve the situation. Magic suppression potions have too many side effects, so generally, soothing potions are taken regularly. Don't get excited and don't use too much magic power , especially, don’t use advanced spells. I know that if you get this kind of disease, it first shows that you have strong magic power and unlimited potential, but for the safety of your life, I’m afraid you can only restrain yourself.”

"Will die? How many people have died?"

Mrs. Farrell took a breath: "The older you are, the more dangerous you are. There were nine cases before you, and only three survived to adulthood."

"Well, I see." Wendy smiled slightly and walked towards the door, "Thank you, ma'am."

"Wendy! Child!"

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

"This is a soothing potion, the same one you drank during your summer vacation, and you will have to take it twice a week after that. Also, I heard you are taking a very effective Muggle drug?"

"Nitroglycerin tablets, ma'am." Wendy drank the soothing potion in the bottle in one gulp, then pulled out a chain from around her neck, on which hung a small pill box, "a small molecule that dilates blood vessels and protects heart muscle, Can also be used as a □□. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes, I'd like to keep some to study. Maybe new potions can be made. Don't worry, dear. We'll figure it out."

Wendy smiled at this kind woman with a guilty face, opened the door and went out.

Tom did stand outside the door and wait. "Wendy?" He asked tentatively.

Wendy walked towards him step by step, and then hugged the boy's waist tightly.Her head rested on Tom's shoulder, the woolen robe was harsh but warm, and the tip of her nose smelled of shower gel and laundry soap.

"Wendy?" Tom called softly again.

Alphard, who was ignored by the side, touched his nose in embarrassment: "Maybe I should avoid it." Then he shrugged and hurried down the stairs.

"Wendy, are you okay?"

"Well, I'm fine."

"Liar."

"Ah."

"what exactly is it?"

"The worst thing is, as they say, you will die at any time."

"Wendy!!"

"Okay okay. The magic version of neonatal hemolysis, it seems that because the mother is a Muggle, there is something wrong with the early heart development of the fetus. Very rare disease."

"Is it intractable?"

"..."

"Don't lie to me!"

"Well, nine precedents, the survival rate is one-third."

Tom's arms tightened instantly, and Wendy could hear his teeth chattering.

She patted the boy on the back lightly: "Maybe I will be more lucky, so the survival rate will reach two-fifths."

"You will, you must."

Outside the window, the Scottish sky was a hollow blue.

Note [1]: Forgive me for not being able to succinctly express the multiple meanings of this sentence in Chinese.She died, but I survived. "I survived this death" feels weird. (One means "I experienced Mrs. Smith's death", the other means "I almost died many times", or "I died before time travel")

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