HP Wendy's crossing running account

Tom felt something was wrong the moment he stepped into the Slytherin common room.

It was quiet, but the sound of suppressed breathing could be heard faintly. There were quite a few people, at least ten or more.The air was slightly stagnant because of a dangerous atmosphere.

Tom's first reaction was to feel for the wand in his pocket, but he found nothing. He immediately remembered that the wand had been taken away by Professor Mellors in the afternoon.His heart sank, and his naturally powerful intuition sounded the alarm over and over again in his mind. Tom made a second reaction instantly: he clenched his hands into fists, his body tensed, his heart pumped blood plasma faster, and adrenaline was secreted rapidly.

Tom knew very well that his current mastery of wandless magic was very limited. It was really a bit reluctant to deal with senior Slytherin students whose knowledge and strength were faintly higher than his own and who were armed with various magic items.But Tom didn't want to give up. In addition to wandless magic, he also had his own physical fitness to rely on.Years of fighting with Dick has given him a lot of inspiration - a Muggle with agility and a sharp mind can knock a proud and careless wizard to death.What's more, he, Tom Riddle, wasn't completely unprepared.

Dodge magic attacks, get close at the first time, hit the opponent's elbow, and grab the wand.Tom thought over the simplest solution again, collected himself, and continued walking cautiously until he passed the sofa where Walburga was, and nothing happened.

Sudden.

"Mr. Riddle." A female voice sounded, although it was not yet mature, it was indifferent.

Tom jerked his body away from a flash of red light coming from behind.Taking advantage of the sway, he turned his body 120 degrees and stood facing Walburga Black.He raised his eyebrows: "Very unique way of greeting."

A tall and thin boy standing behind Walburga showed an expression of embarrassment. He probably didn't expect that a first grader could escape his own spell.Originally, he wanted to give Tom a bad start, and he also took the opportunity to express himself in front of Miss Black, but he didn't expect to be self-defeating and make himself appear incompetent.

"Together." He growled.Several third and second years pulled out their wands in unison.

"Ah." Walburga lightly raised his hand to stop the curses that the younger brothers were about to blurt out, but the expression on his face was that he was very satisfied with the situation. "Mr. Riddle. Cut to the chase. I'll give you a decent chance."

Tom's smile was a little cold: "Oh?"

"Stay away from Alphard. I think you know what I mean."

"You should tell Alphard about that." Tom smirked.

Walburga's expression sank immediately, but she still maintained her superior demeanor. "I'm sorry for you, you made a wrong decision." After speaking, she put down her raised hand, and leaned back on the back of the chair, looking like she was waiting to watch a good show.

The thugs who had already raised their wands showed some cruel smiles, and began to recall the first tormenting magic from their memories.

The next second, Tom disappeared from their field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, Flint, a third grader, had a look of pain on his face.Everyone watched in disbelief as the tallest boy fell down clutching his stomach, revealing Tom who was hidden by his figure.

In the flash of light and flint just now, Tom plunged into Flint's arms at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint!The fist that had been charged for a long time accurately hit Flint's stomach with a run-up speed.This is a weakness of the human body, with dense pain nerves, and as long as it is strong enough, it can also cause spasms in the digestive system, no matter how strong a boy is like a cow, he will have to get down.

This sudden turn of events caught the Walburga party by surprise.No one thought: There are students who will pre-emptively strike when they are bullied by them, and they succeed? !how can that be?Does he still want to stay in Slytherin?From the ferocious third graders to the first graders who watched and ate melons, they were all stunned.

Tom, who was stared at by everyone, relaxed instead.He lightly weighed the wand he had just snatched. It was a very thick wand, almost twice the diameter of Tom's wand, and looked clumsy at the same length; but it was very light, and it could be seen that it was relatively loose wood.Tom clicked his tongue twice, and kicked the face of Flint, who was already fainting from pain, with the toe of his leather shoe. "What kind of person deserves what kind of magic wand." There was endless disgust in his tone.

At this time, Tom completely removed the mask of humility and studiousness, his thin lips curled up in a mysterious arc, and his handsome face showed a kind of bewitching beauty.His eyes swept over the five wands pointed at him aggressively, as if picking goods, even the smallest little wizard felt the hair stand on end.Many people involuntarily backed away.

"Ah—" Lucretia Black burst into a scream, breaking the almost frozen atmosphere, "You bastard, you bastard, how dare you! How dare you!" She frantically waved her wand, one after another Red light emanated from the tip of her wand and fell randomly around the room.

The little wizards of Slytherin were obviously confused by Lucretia's sudden indiscriminate attack.Those who react quickly can dodge the attack of the red light, while those who react slowly will inevitably be accidentally injured.For a while, the sound of "Zizi" and "Puff" magic taking effect, mixed with various sobbing and crying sounds one after another.

"Armor protection!" Tom's reaction was the fastest, and he immediately used the first successful Iron Armor Curse in the audience.As soon as the spell took effect, Tom frowned, and the air around the transparent armor hit by the red light twisted, which was a sign of unstable protective magic.

The wand is so mismatched!

The effect of Lucretia's incantations is also very unpredictable!

In the blink of an eye, Tom made a decision. "Expelliarmus." The spell passed through the chaotic scene and hit Lucretia's hand, which was waving wildly.

"'Bones to pieces', 'cuts to pieces', 'eviscerate'—" Lucretia was chanting incantations, but all of a sudden, as if someone was strangling her neck, all kinds of sounds came out.She watched as her beautifully decorated and historic wand flew out of her hand and whizzed into Tom's hands.

Tom threw Flint's wand and stamped on it.The little wizard in the first grade wasn't heavy enough to break the wand, but that didn't affect Tom's good mood.

The yew wood and the dragon's nerves are gorgeously carved and powerful in magic, and the dense scratches show the traces of time.This wand is obviously not the one that Lucretia was destined for. Perhaps, forcibly using a wand that she cannot control is the reason why Lucretia can fail even simple spells.

Tom waved it, and it felt smooth, after all, it was the same yew wood as his wand.The object of the trial was Lucretia herself.Accompanied by a sound of "faintly", Miss Black rolled her eyes and collapsed on the ground.

The effect was gratifying, and Tom's face showed uncontrollable excitement.The opponent is much weaker than expected, and with the wand in hand, he has already taken the initiative in the situation.

At this moment, Walburga made a move.

"The black snake came out of its hole!"

Tom fended off with a flick of his wand, even casting a silent warding spell.But it was too late, a black snake hung on the wand, and then quickly wrapped around Tom's arm along the wand, the snake's head was raised high on Tom's right shoulder, revealing its venomous snake teeth.The danger is less than ten centimeters from the neck!

Walburga had already stood up with a solemn expression. "Give back your wand and apologize! That's all for today."

Tom clenched the Black family's wand instead: "I look easy to compromise?"

"Mr. Riddle, I appreciate your talent—the talent you inherited from your mother. To express my respect to the Black family, I will allow you to associate with Alphard."

"Hahahahaha." The handsome young man laughed back angrily, "Show respect to those who insulted me? Hahahahahaha. What if I don't agree? How are you going to deal with me? The second 'black snake out of its hole'?"

Walburga's patience tonight had run out, and she hadn't encountered such a setback in more than a decade of smooth sailing.She gestured violently, and the third-year students who were still able to fight shot a few spells in unison.

Five more black snakes were wrapped around Tom, one of which was emitting black smoke.

With Walburga snapping his fingers, the two snakes wrapped around Tom's legs began to exert force, trying to force him to kneel.Originally, the weight of the six snakes was not a small burden for minors, let alone exerting force on the knee joints.

Tom's face was freezing cold, of course he could resolve the crisis, but being forced to this point really made the future Dark Lord's self-esteem unacceptable.

"When, when, when—"

The clock struck nine o'clock at night echoing in the Slytherin common room.

The small window on the top of the huge clock popped open, and a sculpture of an emerald-decorated snake head protruded out. After nine "hiss hisses", it retracted.

Tom straightened his back. It had been a long time since he used his instincts to manipulate magic, but this did not mean that his dark talents had atrophied.

"Have you thought about the consequences of attacking me?" This sentence was spoken in Parseltongue, and the language itself was magical.

The six snakes wrapped around Tom shook in unison, then swam down obediently from him, baring their fangs at their original owner instead.

Tom waved his wand, and Walburga's most luxurious armchair in Slytherin flew steadily behind him.Frowning, he used a "clean up" before Tom sat on it.

The faces of the Walburga party were pale: "He just..."

"Snake language!" Walburga finally showed a flustered expression, "Who the hell are you?!"

Tom ignored her, and the "hissing" sound continued to come out of his mouth.Intermittent, strong sense of rhythm, it is obvious that this is a language, rather than meaningless imitation.

The Slytherin lounge is full of snake-shaped decorations: fireplace, tables and chairs, walls, colonnades... In the sound of Tom's "hiss", these snake-shaped decorations came to life and became real snakes.Under Walburga's horrified gaze, a series of Slytherin symbols, large and small, with green gemstones inlaid on their bodies, slowly wrapped around the bodies of everyone on their side.

With a "snap", the snake-shaped headlight on the top of the lounge also turned into a big glowing snake, wrapping around the back of Tom's chair obediently, like an accompanying attendant.

There was deathly silence, only the dense sound of snake letters "hissing" in the dim air.The entire rest room has become a lair for cold-blooded animals, not a place suitable for human survival.And the boy who sat comfortably on the chair was the king of the nest.

"I don't bother to tell you about blood. But if you have to, Blake, some half-bloods are far more noble than pure-bloods." Tom played with Lucretia's wand casually, "I started from Slytherin's daughter There are more things inherited than you can imagine. For example, from the moment I entered Slytherin House, I was protected by a contract."

"Contract?" Walburga spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

Tom showed a malicious smile: "You don't think that while learning magic under the name of Slytherin, you can attack the descendants of Slytherin, right? As long as you are in this academy, I can do many things."

He waved his hand, and the snakes wrapped around Walburga's right hand scattered one by one. At the same time, a small snake returned the wand that Walburga had just dropped to her hand. "I give you permission to use magic," said Tom.

Walburga didn't know why, so after hesitating for a few seconds, she finally didn't dare to use attack magic again. "The spell stops immediately."

The wand didn't respond.

Walburga seemed to realize something, and his expression was clearly terrified. "Drowsy—the desk lamp comes flying—light as a feather—fluorescent flickering—"

Unfortunately, even the simplest "fluorescent flashes" did not work.

"How does it feel to be a Squib, Blake." Tom's calm voice sounded like the end of the world to Walburga.As the most staunch supporter of pure blood, the loss of magic is more terrible to Walburga than death.

The other Slytherin students had the same idea, and immediately some of them struggled desperately despite being entangled with snakes.

Tom smiled and obeyed their attempt, and let go of several more people.Bock, Flint Jr., Shafik and several other Walburga's best friends can't wait to try their magic, and then they are horrified to find that what Tom said is true-they can't use a single magic!Suspicious Bock suspected that it was a problem with the wand, so he threw away the wand and tried his best wandless magic levitation spell, but the unmoving textbook ruthlessly showed: there is no need to doubt, it is their own magic that is wrong .

Bork's face turned blue and white, twisted for a while, and then put on a flattering expression: "My lord, Your Excellency, respected heir of Slytherin, I didn't mean to attack you...I mean, those who don't know don't blame me, right? ? From now on, I will follow your lead, look, don’t you, don’t you…”

Walburga's expression changed.

"Traitor!" said little Flint bitterly.

However, more Slytherin students looked at the restless Tom eagerly, hoping that he would forgive him.

Tom was silent, and this silence seemed extremely long to the others present.

"When!" The clock struck, nine fifteen.

Tom seemed to be reminded by the bell, and said slowly: "Tell me, what happened to my wand?"

Bok was overjoyed, and Tom let go and said that there was a turning point, and it was his chance to make meritorious deeds. "The Black family has a water bottle, which can automatically produce clear water with the breath of black magic. Your wand is painted with that kind of water, so..."

"To be able to touch my wand..." Tom drew out his voice meaningfully. "Only if I fell asleep. My good roommate! Is it Malfoy, or Lestrange?"

Malfoy and Lestrange, who were bound by the snakes, showed horror and shook their heads in denial.

Bock lowered his head: "It's Avery."

"Hey, I underestimated him. Why isn't he here?"

Bock continued to lower his head and whispered, "I went to catch Alphard, and it's time to come back."

With a touch of Tom's wand towards the door, the door to the common room slid open, revealing Spears Avery behind the door with a dazed face.

"I I I..."

"Ah, my roommate." Tom smiled softly. "What you did made me sad. I really didn't expect that, I mean, I took care of you in History of Magic and Potions class." .”

Avery was obviously guilty: "Tom, Tom...I..." He hesitated for a while without giving any reason, and hung his head, not daring to look at Tom anymore.

"It's okay, Spears, we still have a chance to be friends. Only now, I need you to do me a little favor."

Avery shivered and waited anxiously for Tom's next words.

"Avery is a pure-blood family, knowledgeable, not bad."

Avery dared not nod or shake his head.

Tom continued on his own: "You should also know the spell of the Oblivion Curse."

"You want me..."

"Yes, it's not easy to be friends with the heir of Slytherin." So, use the Oblivion Curse on Black's party as a vote of honor.

Avery and Walburga looked at each other fiercely, and quickly shook their heads like rattles: "I...I can't do it. Tom, you know that my spells have always been bad."

"I don't think people would mind. Of course Spears' Oblivion is better than being a Squib."

"If I read it wrong..." Avery still wanted to struggle, but was interrupted impatiently by Tom:

"If you read it wrong, you can only say that you are sorry."

The little wizards who were still tied up by the snake trembled when they heard this irresponsible words.

Avery had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked up, shaking his wand and using "Everything Forgotten" on Walburga.

Tom quickly made up a "faint" to stun Walburga, whose eyes had just become wandering, and then moved his eyes to Big Flint who was knocked down by a punch first.Flint had already regained his strength at this time, and was lying on the ground with his eyes rolling, wondering what the hell he was thinking.

Avery understood, and also used a combination of Oblivion Curse and Stunning Curse on Big Flint.

With these two experiences, Avery has also calmed down, maybe it can be called numbness, anyway, he has already boarded Tom's thief ship and cannot get off.His hands stopped shaking, he could chant spells fluently, and he could knock down a classmate in a few seconds.

When the task was completed and was hit by Tom's "forget everything", Avery was so relieved that he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Slytherin's contract?"

"The magic that turns wizards into Squibs?"

Alphard looked at the magic ball that recorded the image in his hand, and frowned suspiciously.He was a little skeptical, and at the same time inevitably a little apprehensive.

"He made it up randomly." Wendy put down the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook, and started to complain, "It's very second-year rhetoric."

"How did he do it? Those snakes are Transfiguration. I can understand it, and it's horrific on a scale, but I'm sure Tom can do it. But my sisters and they—"

"Spells that make wizards lose their magic are rare?"

"Isn't that rare?"

Wendy smiled a little lonely: "It was quite rare at first, but since I fell off the broom, it is not uncommon for Tom."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Alphard's mind: "Suppressing magic potion! No, I remember that your magic riot was very serious at that time, so you took the 'suppressing magic potion' for a while!"

Wendy nodded: "What did Mrs. Farrell say? 'Such a small bottle can make an adult wizard lose his magic power for at least a week.' Coincidentally, today I found that such a small bottle is missing from my medicine. In terms of dosage, it is enough to make a dozen underage wizards temporarily lose their magical abilities."

Alphard's brows loosened, and he frowned again: "But my sister and the others didn't take the potion? They were still firing 'Black Snake Out of Hole' and 'Black Snake Double Image' just a second later, what magic It's useless."

Wendy looked at the potion note under the textbook: "Tom is very dangerous this time. The time he set should be nine o'clock." Seeing that Alphard was still puzzled, she had to explain more clearly: "Potion Being drugged at Walburga's afternoon tea party. Those snacks that only Walburga and her friends would eat are the most logical targets for drugging."

Alphard raised an eyebrow.

"There are many potions that work with a delayed effect. It is not difficult to extract the rules after summarizing." Wendy seemed a little preoccupied, Alphard didn't know, but she understood what was written in her potion notes.The newly completed chapter: Capsule effect on the precise control of potion effect delay; the next chapter: the influence of solar calendar time on potion effect; and the next two chapters: epiphyllum powder makes potion at night The effect of the increase.These are all her conjectures and calculations, and they haven't been tested in practice. Tom can use such a first draft to prepare the finished potion that "occurs precisely at nine o'clock in the evening", and his talent in potions is not bad.

"You mean, Tom has processed the anti-magic potion into a delayed version."

Wendy defaulted.

"Okay, I see. Tom's a genius." Alphard shrugged, ready to let the subject go.

Wendy, however, made an extra point: "There is another problem here. How could Tom know in advance that Walburga would attack him around nine o'clock? So the potion was put in as early as the afternoon. No, considering the time of preparing the potion , he should have heard the news earlier. Let’s count the time from the new: Tom’s wand was confiscated from 01:30 to [-] o’clock yesterday in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Tom was attacked at [-] o’clock yesterday evening At [-]:[-], he cast the potion at [-]:[-] before the afternoon tea party yesterday. It is far too late to complete the three tasks of stealing, dispensing, and administering the potion within an hour from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-]. Conclusion: As early as he He prepared the potion for the nine o'clock at night before the wand was taken away."

Alphard is considered smart, but he was also dazzled by such a long reasoning. "so?"

Wendy squinted her eyes as she stared at the sky outside the window: "Someone has informed Tom."

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Ah, that's right, I updated again.

Secondary school pretending to be forced to remember, with a strong sense of sight