HP Wendy's crossing running account

"Let me see!" The black-haired boy was condescending, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on one side of his cheek. His perfect outline was like white jade emitting soft light.

Wendy lay on her back, firmly pressing the sheet on her body: "No!"

"Oh!" Tom's male god's expression cracked instantly, and he began to pull Wendy's quilt without grace, "Listen, little Wendy. I know the eldest ladies of the Black family better than you. They are arrogant, stupid, but damn very You have the talent for black magic, and you don't care about the lives of Muggles...Damn it, I didn't know you were so strong...I don't believe that Walburga would keep your hand from you. They must be the Black family who tortured Muggles from generation to generation the black magic of—"

He stopped suddenly.What was displayed in front of his eyes was a section of pale skin that was almost transparent.The protrusions of the two ribs are clearly visible under the smooth surface.Equally conspicuous is the huge bruise across the two ribs, showing an atypical radial shape, like a nerve cell with teeth and claws.

"Damn it!" Tom cursed in a low voice, his face so dark that it was about to drip.Although there is no trace of black magic left, but this kind of physical damage is not light.Tom's eyes began to wander, and countless thoughts of retaliation, both positive and negative, were spinning in his mind.

Wendy took the opportunity to pull the hem of the sweater and shirt back to her waist, and quickly wrapped herself into a ball with the sheets.

"Hey!" Tom called, but all he could see was Wendy's red ears.

"Is this what a gentleman should do?" Wendy said sullenly.

Tom was taken aback for a moment, belatedly realizing that his action of taking Wendy's clothes off just now was quite out of the ordinary.His neck slowly took on a suspicious red colour.The air in the medical room was like an oven baking a cake, becoming hot and awkward, with a hint of ambiguous sweetness.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Tom's back, the fire was burning hot at the beginning of winter, Wendy's silence with red ears made his mouth dry even more.To distract himself, he paced the room and babbled:

"We must take action! Slytherin, Slytherin House has a very strong ethos of respecting the strong. If you are bullied once and don't say anything, there will be a second and third time...they will ruin your Hogwarts Career! You know that Muggleborn one level above me, Fern Cook, you can't imagine what kind of life he lived in Slytherin - rotten eggs in socks, books Cursed, the homework just finished will be thrown into the fireplace, if any senior figured out a new spell, he would be the first test subject... Even the owl of the Black family has a higher status than him. If If the same thing happens to you, I will be mad! I have to do something, I have to do something..."

Wendy sat up from the bed, she looked at Tom worriedly.It is true that she is very grateful for her kindness to stand out for her, but after all, the two of them are first-year students who have been in school for less than half a year.No matter how good Tom will be in the future, he is just a rookie now.

"Black is in the third grade." Wendy calmly pointed out the reality.

Tom waved impatiently. "She's only in third grade. I can handle it."

Wendy lowered her eyes. She knew that Tom was secretly learning some powerful attack magic, but she didn't expect him to be so fast that he could despise third graders.

"Walburga is not alone. Are you prepared to fight the entire Slytherin by force, or are you able to overthrow the Black family?"

Tom stopped in his tracks, as if he had thought of something, he smiled and sat down beside Wendy's bed, completely different from the irritability just now: "As a model and good student of Slytherin, how could I make a 'forceful' move?" What about against the whole academy?"

Wendy: Huh.I believe you.

Tom played with his yew wand: "I found some interesting notebooks in a dark compartment in the common room. About the mind—" He pointed the tip of his wand to his temple, with wild eyes, "— Just a little trick, and if I beat Walburga all over her body, she won't know."

Wendy's eyes moved, and she suddenly raised her head to stare at Tom: "Dark magic?"

Tom curled his lips: "Where is there? This is just the most basic. Officials of the Ministry of Magic are using it. I bet 80% of the second graders can learn it." Don't mention the content behind those notes, just talk about this first magic , Tom is quite confident, "It's definitely not black magic! It can't be whiter!"

Seeing that Wendy's probing eyes were still turning back and forth on his face, Tom became proud.He hooked his fingers: "Curious? In exchange for your latest potion notes, I'll teach you."

"I haven't written since I was hospitalized."

"Liar, the ink bottle is half an inch lower than it was yesterday. Clearly Blake is stressing you out."

"Crack!" A cowhide book was slapped on Tom's open palm.

The corner of the boy's mouth picked up a smile, and he said "tsk tsk" while flipping through the pages: "I have always believed that I am the smartest among my peers, but in a sense——Wendy, you are such a genius!"

Miss Wendy, who was praised as a genius by the future Dark Lord, was a little unhappy: "I just thought of it, it's the 'Forgetting Curse'. Because you said that officials of the Ministry of Magic are using it, and it's related to the brain, so it should be the 'Forgetting Curse'. You I cheated out of my notes with a rotten 'Forgetting Curse'..." Wendy buried her head in the pillow, only her shiny blond hair was exposed, and the rest of the words were indistinct: "I was injured in the side , it's not the head, it's too embarrassing..."

Tom couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud.

At the same time, Walburga Black, who seems to have been forgotten by Tom and Wendy, is "teaching" her brother.

It was the brightest time of day in the Slytherin common room.The west slanting sunlight is refracted by the water of the Black Lake, and penetrates the windows at the bottom of the water at a perfect angle.The sparkling water pattern adorns Walburga's velvet skirt and headband, further highlighting her inviolable beauty.

"Alphad, honey, I think we need to talk." The corners of her mouth were raised, but it was miraculous that no one could feel a smile.

Alphard's gaze stayed on his sister's hand gripping the carved armrest of the sofa for two seconds: "Of course, sister Walburga."

"Sit." Walburga tapped another sofa chair opposite him with his chin.

Alphard smiled, half leaning on the back of the chair, but didn't intend to sit down.

Walburga frowned at his brother's unsightly stance, but didn't say anything more.It's all subsections.In contrast, the issues she will address are far more serious. "It's been almost three months since school started. Have you made any friends? I mean, the kind of friends who belong to the same family, not mudbloods or half-breeds."

Alphard's smile froze, and a rare anger rose in his heart.Even though he was prepared, he never expected that his sister would use such insulting words to describe the only two friends he recognized.

"You mean, pure-blood friends?"

Walburga nodded his chin slightly.

"Avery who can make mistakes with even the simplest levitation spell? Or Lestrange who boils cold spirits into corpse water?" Alphard's tone is still gentle, but the content is also sharp.

Walburga's handsome eyebrows were curled into a tangled shape. "They may not be outstanding in everything, but children from pure-blood families have their own advantages."

Alphard smiled noncommittally: "I have my own taste in making friends."

"I don't see what taste you have."

Alphard's smile deepened, and he refused to have further communication with his sister.

Facing her blood-related younger brother, the proud third-year Slytherin queen made a concession: "If you feel that the children of the same grade cannot meet your requirements in terms of excellence, I can introduce some senior students to you. "

"Sneaky Bock? Or those two Flint fools?"

Walburga stood up "crashly", tall and tall, she was a head taller than her immature brother. "Are you contradicting me?!" Her face was gloomy, and she was trembling with anger because of the resistance of her always docile brother.

Alphard's smile became even brighter, as if he had just finished a pleasant conversation: "If there is nothing else, I will take my leave. Today's History of Magic class left a lot of homework."

Looking at the thin back of his younger brother going away, Walburga's face was cloudy and uncertain.

Lucretia Black and a few Slytherins emerged from their shadowy hiding places. "The talk broke down? Let me just say that Alphard looks honest, but he is actually not the same as us. My dear cousin, our Black family cannot have pure-blood traitors. That is the biggest Slytherin joke this year."

"Shut up! Lucretia!"

Lucretia pursed her lips in disbelief, but finally stopped talking.

"My dear little Al is bad at imitating others." The glamorous smile that gradually appeared on Walburga's face made everyone around him shudder, "It's okay, as long as you isolate bad friends and teach them well, he You can change back. Well, that's right, those children of inferior background know how to judge the situation best, and it is best to threaten them."

Lucretia also laughed sinisterly when she heard the words: "Are you going to teach that Mudblood Carter a lesson?"

Walburga glanced at her contemptuously: "Stupid! Do you think that Mrs. Farrell will make the mistake of carelessness twice in a row?"

"That……"

"That won't work, isn't there another Riddle?"

The followers suddenly realized.

"I heard that Carter and Riddle are a family. As long as Riddle and Alphard cut off contact, Carter naturally has no reason to continue pestering Alphard."

"I've been dissatisfied with that showy kid. Does a half-blood really think he's better than a pure-blood?"

"Teach him a lesson!"

Walburga was very satisfied with his call to action: "I want to do it as soon as possible, just on Wednesday, the day after tomorrow. Avery, you find an excuse to stumble Alphard after dinner. You guys come here, I still have tasks to divide for you all."

Listening to her cousin's plan, Lucretia found it cumbersome: "Isn't it too much for Riddle to be so intertwined? Let me tell you, just find an empty classroom and lock him up and beat him up. Or just cast a manure curse on the corridor. .”

"Although Riddle is only in the first grade, he has mastered a lot of spells. And he is very popular with ghosts and professors, so we have to be on guard against him running away and asking for help." Walburga felt helpless towards the pig teammates, but fortunately there were Foresight as she never counted on Lucretia.

The details of the plan are finalized one by one.

At this time, another discordant voice sounded: "'Black Snake Double Image' and 'Black Snake Out of Hole' are already black magic, right? Are they used to deal with the first grade?"

Walburga looked sideways, and it was Zemina Crouch, a little girl in the first grade who entered Walburga's small group early because of her precocity.

"Yo?" Lucretia took the lead, "Have you seen Riddle's face?"

The little girl Crouch was said to be blushing: "Riddle earned a lot of points for Slytherin."

"Of course we recognize the outstanding 'mixed blood' who can bring glory to Slytherin House." Walburga explained with a cheerful face, "but this recognition does not include being a close friend of the heir of the Black family. This kind of It's just a little jinx to scare and scare people to make the 'half-blood' realize its place. Do you understand?"

Crouch was stunned, lowered his head embarrassingly and stopped talking.

This kicked off a not-so-big conspiracy.

Wednesday afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Today, I want to change the order of the lectures." The gray-haired Professor Melles put the textbooks upside down on the table, raised her heavily folded eyelids, and slowly scanned the classroom, "We should start explaining black Wizarding Origins, but I think... many of you are already getting impatient with the theory class."

There was a burst of light laughter in the classroom, and a bold little wizard on the other side of Gryffindor asked: "Professor, are you going to teach us spells?"

Tom looked relatively calm in comparison, but his shining eyes betrayed him.

Professor Mellors raised his hand and made a downward gesture, and the noise in the classroom disappeared instantly. "As we said in the first class, there are three main sources of dark magic threats: dark wizards, dark creatures, and magic items with dark magic. Compared with the first two, dark magic items are more concealed , and are more likely to be around us - a pocket watch from a second-hand store, or a stone in the Forbidden Forest (I know some of you can't resist exploring the Forbidden Forest in seven years), all Possibly a potential threat. So, do you guys know of any way to detect dark magic items?"

"Looking Glass." Jost Weasley of Gryffindor was the first to raise his hand.

Zemina Crouch of Slytherin has a different opinion: "The looking glass is used to detect malicious 'people' around, not 'things'. Also, my parents said that the looking glass It doesn't work well, it keeps beeping for no reason."

"Those who say that the looking glass is not easy to use are usually not mastering the correct usage." Professor Mellors interrupted the possible conflict between the two colleges, "but that is what we will learn later. Today, we Come and learn a simple and practical spell - 'Dark Demon Appearance'!"

A faint red light shot from the wand and hit Avery's textbook as he deserted. With a sound of "Bump!", a white smoke rises from the textbook and spreads slowly.Avery let out a strange "ah" and almost knocked over his chair.

"Very well, Mr. Avery's textbooks are safe." Professor Mellors tucked his wand back into his sleeve.

The laughter from the Gryffindor's seat could hardly be suppressed, and even the Slytherins themselves, many of them covered their mouths and secretly twitched their shoulders.

Professor Mellors knelt down slowly, and took out a black cloth bag from under the podium.There are a bunch of small items in the cloth bag: small leaves, small stones, toothpick boxes, snuff bottles... She first spread a seemingly ordinary black blanket on the podium, and then carefully lined up these things on the blanket .

"Ah, this stone, that's what I said, the stone in the Forbidden Forest—'The Dark Demon Appears'!" As the sound of the incantation fell, a faint black aura rose from the ordinary-looking limestone. The fog stays in the air for a long time.

"Ah!" The little wizards of the first grade all exclaimed, looking at the stone with fear and awe.

"Not every stone in the Forbidden Forest is like this." The old professor explained slowly, "During my decades of teaching, I only came across one like this. At that time, two Gryffindors Most of the fifth graders were tormented by it-they kept going in circles in the Forbidden Forest, unable to leave for three days and three nights.

"Okay, that's all for the topic of stones. Some of the gadgets I put on the table are safe, and some are dark magic items. You can test them with the spell just now."

The little wizards in the first grade all drew out their wands and practiced.The voices of "Dark Demon Appearance" came and went one after another in the classroom.Gradually, small objects on the podium began to be hit, and white or black smoke rose.

Tom was one of the students in the class who mastered this spell the fastest. He had already verified that the leaf was just an ordinary leaf. The snuff bottle with exquisite patterns and mysterious aura had no traces of black magic, and the one that looked tattered A rotten toothpick box, the black mist is thicker than stones in the Forbidden Forest.

Just when Tom moved his eyes to the next item - a linen handkerchief, something happened!

A red light hit Tom's wand!

"Zizi!" A faint black smoke rose from the wand.

Tom turned his head sharply, just in time to catch the malicious smile that Abraxas Malfoy hadn't pulled back.

Tom's heart sank suddenly, and he immediately realized: either there was something wrong with Malfoy's spell, or his wand had been tampered with.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Although Professor Mellors was old, his sensitivity as an expert in Defense Against the Dark Arts was still there.He noticed the situation here the moment the spell that Abraxas deviated in that direction was cast.

Many students around also noticed the black smoke on Tom's wand.

Three seconds later, the whole class gasped as they stared at Tom's wand.

"Mr. Riddle!" Professor Mellors' voice became severe.Then she swung her wand and used a "Dark Appearance" again.A second puff of black smoke rose from Tom's wand.

unambiguous evidence!

Tom's brain was racing, and he had to react to alleviate the current crisis before Professor Mellors sent him down.Don't let Professor Mellors punish him first!Otherwise he is almost stamped with the label of dangerous element.This kind of label is useless to him at present, except that it will destroy the good image of his hard work.

"Teach...professor," Tom took a deep breath, "I don't know if...I mean, it hasn't been very good since I touched a magic book in the forbidden area with it yesterday. It works."

Tom didn't accuse Malfoy of setting him up, he had no proof.Moreover, a single first-year student is not yet capable of adding black magic to the wand. There may be other people behind this, and the biggest suspect is Black.Tom didn't think that the means of the Black family would give him room to justify, so he could only admit that there was black magic on his wand.Under this premise, the best way to benefit is to reduce intentional mistakes to unintentional mistakes, or unintentional mistakes caused by eagerness to learn.

Sure enough, Professor Mellors' expression softened.

"I know that Horace gave you permission to the Restricted Books Section. But," she shook her head, "some of the books here are still too dangerous for young first-year wizards. Some of them come with dark magic and curses. Yes, we haven't found a way to remove it yet. I've been advising the headmaster to expel those dangerous books from the Hogwarts library, but you know the result."

She carefully collected Tom's wand. "I'll take care of it as soon as possible. The day after tomorrow, no, you can come to my office to collect it tomorrow night. However, Mr. Riddle, I hope you will learn your lesson and don't point your wand at the forbidden book. This is Pretty dangerous behavior."

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