HP Wendy's crossing running account

Wendy can still clearly remember her father's appearance: his browbones are slightly high, his cheeks are slightly sunken, together with his high nose bridge and wide and thin lips, he forms a three-dimensional figure that is rare among people of yellow race. facial features.However, he was not very handsome. His light eyebrows and small eyes lowered the man's aura, but he showed a kind of melancholy and madness unique to an artist.

Wendy felt a little uneasy.In the past few years, she was always very happy to dream of her father in a coma, and that kind of warm missing comforted and nourished her lonely heart.This time, however, she felt uneasy.The man's black hair and black eyes carried a bottomless allure, while a soul screamed in agony from the chaotic sky in the background.

She frowned and opened her eyes uncomfortably.

There were still black hair and black eyes in her field of vision. She was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was Tom in reality and not another dream.

"Hi." Wendy tried hard to say hello with a smile, but her throat was dragged and she coughed.

Junior Tom frowned and stared at her, without saying a word.He remained silent until Mrs. Farrell left after Wendy finished drinking the potion, and then showed a hideous expression to his childhood friend.Wendy thought that she was really a young man with a good psychological quality, because she could face the Dark Lord's distorted face mixed with anger, ridicule, concern, suspicion, frustration and other emotions, and she could still avoid serious problems in a serious manner.

"The relationship between me and my mother is...cold." Wendy turned her head to avoid Tom's scorching gaze, "Probably because we love our father very much. The same sex...repels each other? She has always disliked me, thinking that I It took away most of my father's attention, or in other words, I felt that I was a drag on my father's career."

Tom's aggression was all over him, and he heard her go on: "I thought I would hate her...but, you know, they're gone. Love or hate, miss or forgive, forever I lost the opportunity to express myself face to face." Wendy half-closed her eyes in melancholy, curled up a smile at the corner of her mouth, and murmured in an inaudible voice: "It's pretty good, you can't expect to have no regrets in everything." Voice Gradually, the room fell into silence.

However, Tom's number of paragraphs is not low now, but he found his rhythm in a minute or two, and raised a perfect smile without sincerity: "I am very honored to hear Miss Carter's family memory history-if in Before yesterday, I would be very interested, after all, since you never mentioned it, this may be a sign of a further relationship-but now, shouldn't we talk about your 'genius' talent for flying beyond the limits of imagination ’ and your ‘strong confidence’ in your physical condition?”

"Genius-like flying talent that breaks through the limits of imagination?"

"There is no doubt that Miss Carter is No. 1 who blows up the broomstick."

"No, strictly speaking, it's just that the hardware of the flying broomstick cannot withstand excessive software instructions. It's like an artificial computer..."

"Speak human!" Tom interrupted mercilessly, and added a rising "huh" to express "I'm very annoyed, please be honest and don't change the subject".

Wendy glanced at him, and saw that the 1.5-meter-tall tall and straight boy was exuding the coercion of a domineering president. I don't know how he grew up. Obviously everyone ate the same food. Sure enough, the dark aura of the Dark Lord was I have had it since I was a child, it's really scary just looking at it like this.Wendy made two "tsk tsk" in her heart. Although her momentum was in place, she still missed the point. Sure enough, the other party was still a little tender, but it was not impossible to deal with it: "There is nothing to hide. I am curious about the principle of the broomstick, so I just went to the flying lesson. Then, because I cracked the command mode of the magic broom... I got carried away." Seeing Tom's fierce stare, he quickly added: "Sorry, I won't take flying lessons in the future .Since the principle is already clear, there is no need to go any further.”

Tom's strict father mode had just started, and he was punched in the cotton by this extremely sincere assurance.After all, he was still young, although he felt that something was wrong and the point might have been taken astray, but seeing his Qingmei's pure and flattering expression, he could only ruthlessly tell her to recuperate and leave.

Looking at the darkened medical room, Wendy sighed softly, the uneasiness in her heart is like sea water in a storm.

"gentlemen?"

A tall wizard stepped out from the shadows in the corner and looked at her quietly.

Wendy has a lot to ask, such as whether the broomstick has a soul, has she killed a soul, and played with magical life? Does she count as a dark wizard by doing this, such as her father who has been hovering in her dreams? Whether it is a blessing or a curse, or the sense of superiority she has just realized to this world born out of novels, this sense of superiority makes her hair stand on end...

She filtered these self-tortures one by one, and finally said: "Does Ravenclaw also produce dark wizards?"

Dumbledore looked into her eyes very gently: "People of every character can become dark wizards, but you are a kind child, and I believe you will not go wrong."

"Arrogance to knowledge, indifference to life. Even so, won't it?"

"Because you realize it yourself, so I believe you won't."

Dumbledore's bowl of very Gryffindor chicken soup didn't fill her void.As always, her reason has a very clear plan and goal for this life, but her emotions have nothing to pin on.

In the days that followed, Wendy lived peacefully.

On the one hand, it was because of Tom's strong suppression, and on the other hand, she really felt that she needed to slow down and think about life.She stopped her half-formed research on potion modeling, and she stopped practicing new spells.In fact, Mrs. Farrell in the infirmary did not allow her access to "those torture things" during her hospital stay.

She needs twelve hours of sleep every day, and the time she can read is compressed to less than two hours.Wendy simply put aside her magic, and concentrated on reading the Muggle correspondence philosophy class and the "Bible".In her free time, she likes to sit by the window and have tea and snacks with Mrs. Farrell.She begged the lovely round lady to read her the poetry of the wizarding world.The unique cadence of Western married women, coupled with sentences such as "Love death is like the song of a bosom bird", "Moonlight grass is shining like a memory locked in a crystal bottle", has a kind of minute-by-minute drama. Funny, but it reflects the real cognitive world of the aborigines in the magic world.

When little Ollivander came to visit, she brought her a sandalwood branch, which probably unfortunately failed to become a scrap of the wand.Wendy used it to make a wooden flute, with a few small magic tricks to make the processing easier, but in general it was still a knife and knife.Whether it is making a flute or babbling some pieces of music from past life memories, it is a good activity to kill time and cultivate one's morality.

Wendy's notes were still blank under the column "Alchemy Life".Although she already had a lot of ideas and verified some on that unfortunate broom, whenever she wanted to write, she would stare blankly at the title in a daze. "Creating life is the domain of God." She still remembered several debates initiated by some biology students in her previous life.Some scientists believe and are afraid, while others stubbornly want to set foot on it.No one knows right or wrong, both sides have their own reasons, and the magician is actually the same.Wendy thought that the first alchemy life she would make must be a Guqin, which would accompany her for a long time, and would also be handed down in the hands of those who loved it after her death.It may have some ridiculous little tempers, just like the sorting hat.

The weather is getting cooler.Precipitation has also started to increase, with yellow leaves falling and rotting in the rain and mist.Mrs. Farrell had the elf light the fire for three hours every night, even though it was not yet fire season.

Wendy stayed in the medical room for half a month, and her face was rounded due to sufficient feeding and lack of activities.Tom came to see her every day, usually during meals, staring at her while eating, which was very tortured and tortured the weight.Roommate Rolanda was the main force in smuggling books for her, and she never missed a trip twice a day, which moved Wendy a lot.

Pingsi, who is also a roommate, always tries to pass the pressure of study on to her. This black-haired girl with glasses likes to talk about academics when she disagrees, with a kind of pleasure that "the top students will fail a lot of courses and exams".However, when Wendy explained a "difficulty recently learned in the transformation class" in a few words, she stopped coming.Wendy admitted that she had a bad taste, but in fact, Pince just had the low self-esteem and a little jealousy of most ordinary girls, and he appeared more straightforward.Compared with Pince, Selena Fancourt is even worse. Every time she comes, she will tell Wendy's fortune in a new way. The fortune-telling results are all kinds of strange. I still can't understand what the little magic stick Fancourt is talking about.

There are also some Wendy’s more welcome guests, such as Uriel Ollivander who gave her wood. Ollivander’s wand philosophy is a kind of rough wisdom that has been tempered; such as Gryffindor’s Weasley, Although I was tortured by Wendy in the transformation class, I still sent a few self-made joke products with love from my classmates; another example is Alphard Black of Slytherin.He would come with Tom occasionally, so he gradually became acquainted with Wendy. After getting acquainted, he no longer had the airs of a young master.When there are no strangers present, Alphard likes to complain about the inhumanity of the herbal medicine class by leaning on a shelf or a cabinet or a bed or anything that can be leaned on, and eagerly hopes that the team member Miss Carter will return.In addition to being able to make all kinds of unimaginable "Ge You lie" pleasing to the eye with his appearance, he also has the ability to say sarcasm with a gentle face.

At this time, Wendy hadn't realized that the association with Alphard would bring her a little trouble, or in other words, she subconsciously didn't bother to think about it.

It happened on a clear afternoon, one of the rare sunny days in the British winter.

Wendy opened all the curtains in the medical room, allowing light to fill the entire space.She was sitting on the bed, holding a copy of "Utopia" in Latin in her hands.Plato's views on politics and marriage didn't suit her very well, but she couldn't find any decisive logical loopholes, so she became a little loose and listless.

At this time, there was a noise from the corridor outside the door: there seemed to be no less than a dozen young wizards arguing, and the footsteps from far to near were scattered like drums.If people hear the sound before they arrive, it will be a big event as soon as they hear it.

"Mrs. Farrell, Mrs. Farrell! Please look at Liz, if this is not black magic, I swallowed my wand!"

"Go away! Look at Walburga first, of course. Is my cousin not as important as a Mudblood?" With this sharp soprano, the door was slammed open.Then, two distinct groups of young wizards crowded in, wearing red and green academy logos respectively.

Wendy opened her eyes slightly, she didn't expect that a large-scale conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin would break out in the pre-Voldemort period.She looked carefully, and saw that surrounded by the Slytherins was Walburga Black, the man of the third year.Her curly hair, which has always been combed complicatedly and beautifully, has been scattered, and it hangs down behind her ears, looking a little ridiculous.Her right foot seemed to be injured, and she walked with a limp. Her cousin Lucretia supported her with a worried expression.The expression on Walburga's handsome face was very ugly, the corners of his eyes were red from the pain, but he could still stare fiercely at her opponent with his lips tightly pressed together.

The leader of the Gryffindor team was a sullen black-haired girl. Wendy was very impressed with her, after all, not every senior was named Minerva McGonagall.What's more, the long-faced Minerva and the round-faced Augusta are also very representative Gryffindor hawks.At this time, these two girls with very personal characteristics were busy moving an unconscious first-year girl to the bed.From Wendy's perspective, it can be clearly seen that there is a hideous scar across the entire face of the little girl's cute face, and the trickling blood stained the entire collar of the shirt.

Probably because the situation of this first-year Gryffindor named Liz is really urgent, Madam Farrell's face became very serious.She poured three full bottles of blood-generating potions into the unconscious little girl, and then kept waving her wand to cast spells.It's a pity that these spells had limited effects on that scar, but they barely stopped the bleeding.It was the first time Wendy saw Mrs. Farrell showing an unfriendly attitude. She said to the young wizards in the room with a gloomy face, "I'm going to find Professor Mellors of Defense Against the Dark Arts. You guys —Stay here obediently and don't cause trouble!" After saying that, he hurried out the door.

Lucretia Black spat lightly at her back, and when the door of the medical room was closed, she put on a proud and proud expression: "She's only good enough to coax Hufflepuff idiots .'I'm going to Professor Mellors of Defense Against the Dark Arts', haha, is just a mispronounced 'torn apart'."

"Shut up, Blake!" Augusta jumped up with a round face, "Do you still have reason to use offensive magic for the first grade?"

"Under normal circumstances we really shouldn't attack poor helpless first-year students." Walburga Black cut her hair and raised her delicate chin, and began to speak, "But, Gran, I never admit that The Mudblood was a classmate of me—the ever-pure Black."

Minerva McGonagall raised her head abruptly and met Walburger's gaze. The angles of the two's jaws were surprisingly similar: "Pure blood is nothing, Blake. Your pure blood cousin can't use one well so far." Torn apart', no matter how many dark magic spells she can recite."

Lucretia's face turned red in an instant, and she almost gritted her teeth and said, "So what? As long as the result is good... at least it's enough to teach the little Mudblood a lesson!"

Augusta laughed quickly: "So you can only bully and bully first-year freshmen. If you have the ability to duel with me!"

Lucretia wanted to accept the challenge unconvinced, but was blocked by Walburga with a fierce stare. "Don't do what your opponent wants, Lucretia, standing opposite you is a third-year dueling champion—even if she never passed herbal medicine class, she should still show respect for her opponent's only advantages."

The Slytherins burst out laughing, as if Augusta's tragic herbal grades were already a well-known joke.

Walburga nodded in satisfaction with the performance of her followers, and continued to change the subject to control the situation: "As for you, Minerva McGonagall", she chewed the pronunciation of the surname "McGonagall" in her mouth for a while, Then spit it out like something nasty, "Sounds like an American last name, aha. I heard that your mother - the wizard and traitor who married a Muggle, she handed you Does the Muggle father wash his underpants?"

The Slytherins burst into a louder roar of laughter.

Walburga pressed his hands together, suppressed the laughter, and gave a vicious smile to the stiff-backed Minerva: "Tell me, Meg, what can you learn from your family? Do Muggles wash their panties?"

"Don't worry about it, Blake." Minerva raised her voice, "I didn't say before that a certain pure-blood can't get married and can only choose to sign a marriage contract with a cousin who is four years younger. I do feel sorry for you about an incestuous marriage. But you might enjoy it, Blake, after all it was arranged for you by your 'forever pure' family."

"What do you know, half-blood! This is the pride of pure-blood!" Walburga trembled with anger, and drew out his wand.

Minerva flicked her sleeves and pounced, knocking Walburga's wand a few meters away, and the two of them rolled into a ball.While Wendy was stunned, Lucretia and Augusta threw their wands and joined the battle.Four third-year seniors were scratching each other's hair, trying to scratch each other's faces with their nails like Muggle vixens.In the background, a group of Slytherin and Gryffindor seniors looked at each other.

In the end, the returning Mrs. Farrell and Professor Mellors used magic to separate the scary seniors. "Hey! What are you doing?! With the young man present, it turned out to be four girls fighting. It's still with fists, Merlin, what a ladylike demeanor you are!"

Walburga and Minerva touched the injured leg while the other wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths. They sneered contemptuously at the same time: "How can a man be reliable!"

The cold wind blew past the seniors who had been the background panels for a long time, and Wendy felt that they seemed to be a little shorter for no reason.So, seniors, why are you still not together with such a tacit understanding?

The comatose little Liz finally saved her life and face.And the seniors who were suppressed by force sat clearly and harmed each other without saying a word. The two sides have been talking about the concepts of Slytherin and Gryffindor in history to the new freshmen this year.

"The best Chinese herbal medicine in the first grade is Muggle-born."

"Oh, I heard Zemina from the Crouch family say that she is a waste who would pass out on a broomstick."

When Wendy heard the topic being brought up to her, she was about to shrink back and pretend not to hear, but it was too late, the eyes of the Blacks had already turned around, and met hers.Almost at the moment when she saw her face, Lucretia's face showed a bit of ferocity.

"You look so good, little Mudblood. No wonder Alphard is so obsessed."

As soon as this remark came out, the Gryffindors were in an uproar. Minerva suppressed a smile and said, "Your brother has much better vision than you, Blake."

Walburga glared at Lucretia viciously, blaming her for weakening her own arrogance by slipping her tongue.

"Wendy Carter, isn't it?" Walburga looked at Wendy coldly with a condescending look, "Boys in the Black family don't need a mudblood girlfriend—or a mudblood friend .do you understand?"

Wendy felt that the world was getting a little bustling, but instinctively she didn't want to give in to this 13-year-old girl, so she just lowered her eyes to hide her indifference.

Walburga snorted coldly: "For an orphan like you who was born in poverty, I understand that you don't want to let go of the young master of a pure-blood family. You may have some assets, such as a beautiful face, such as some Good grades in the course..." She twirled her little finger around a strand of curly hair at her temples, showing the most contemptuous expression in her life, "Mudbloods are all thieves! You stole magic power from wizards in some way! The more A good Mudblood is a despicable thief! The Black family does not associate with thieves!"

As the words fell, she quickly pulled out her wand and threw a spell at Wendy.Augusta and Minerva were both very fast, and the two "armor bodyguards" flew over one after the other, but Wendy knew that they couldn't prevent them, or she subconsciously used a twisting magic field It was only with the protective magic that he avoided it, but the left rib was still hit by something, causing a dull pain.

Walburga looked at Minerva, who quickly walked up to Wendy, and smiled, "I hate you even more, Miss Carter. We'll have a long life."

The author has something to say:

Tom: Meow, meow, Wendy and Alphard are a couple, where do you put me? !

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Professor McGonagall's inner monologue: When I knew that Walburga's son had become a student of my college, I refused in my heart.Merlin, this vexatious world.