HP Wendy's crossing running account

A corner of the corridor on the fifth floor of Hogwarts was pitch black.The nearest portrait was five yards away, and the parallel perspective made peeking at the figures impossible.The light and rough stone walls were soaked by the cold from the inside to the outside, exuding a faint sense of splendor that makes the hairs stand on end.

Not even ghosts come.Zemina Crouch thought to herself.If the bait wasn't so tempting, she wouldn't have come to such a place when the curfew was about to come.

"Tom...Tom..." she called softly.

The walls echoed sinisterly back to her.Zemina's pent-up fear began to churn.After all, she was only a girl in the first grade, and she began to hesitate, whether it was a mistake to believe in a piece of paper that it was a mistake to travel at night.

Fortunately, in the next second, the figure she was looking forward to came out of the darkness in the corner.

"Crouch." The black-haired boy looked like a tall and straight tree, and he looked even more charming under the dark smudge, especially, he was still smiling.

Merlin, a Tom who looks at himself and smiles!Zemina's little heart screamed secretly, but she still complained in a concealed manner: "Oh! Tom, you almost scared me to death. This place is too remote."

"Crouch." Tom lowered his head slightly, this posture made him look a little vulnerable, "I need your help."

Zemina shut up almost immediately and listened to him quietly.

"I want to confirm something with you. I picked you because... I think you are smarter... And, you don't look down on me as a mixed race like others..." Tom seemed a little embarrassed, explaining incoherently His motivation, "Of course, you can also refuse me. You can still catch the curfew if you go back now."

Zemina's reaction was exactly what he expected: "My God! No to you? How could I?! I mean, of course I'd like to help you."

Tom showed a strange and erratic expression: "Do you remember what you said to me last Wednesday morning?"

Zemina was taken aback and didn't respond.

Seeing this, Tom continued to follow the temptation: "You said: 'Don't leave Alphad's side at night.'"

"Ah, ah! Of course. I didn't realize it just now, but yes, I remember."

"So... what happened that night?"

"That night..." Miss Crouch's eyes began to lose focus, "Strange, what happened that night? Why can't I remember?"

"You don't remember either?"

Zemina covered her mouth in horror: "Could it be, Tom, you don't remember?"

"Yeah." Tom smiled wryly. "I can't remember what happened last Wednesday night? I tried to think about it, and then I realized that you hinted at me that morning. I thought, maybe you know something, and it turns out..."

"No!" Zemina jumped up suddenly like a rabbit, "I remembered! I remembered! Black, Walburga Black and his gang are going to deal with you. They have planned it and will take it away Your wand, and move Alphard away. It's Wednesday night! So..." she rubbed her toes on the ground, "I came to warn you. But, it's strange, I can't remember how they succeeded No?"

The girl's wet eyes looked at Tom worriedly: "They may have succeeded. If we don't remember what happened at that time, it should be that the professors stepped in to protect us. It means that something terrible happened at that time."

Tom suddenly gave a "puchi" laugh.

The laughter obviously startled Zemina, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes: "Tom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Panting, Tom tried to restrain his emotions. "Since the professors have dealt with it and I haven't been hurt, let it go."

Zemina hesitated, then nodded.

Tom suddenly leaned forward, he was so close to Zemina, so close that Zemina could see his eyelashes clearly, they were black and long, and they looked beautiful in the dim light. "Crouch, you're a smart girl," Tom said softly, as softly as a whisper, "don't think about that night."

Zemina blushed from the breath sprayed on her face. "Okay... okay." She was almost at a loss.

"Now, there is one last thing. Can you recall the scene where you warned me?" Tom didn't seem to notice, and he still spoke next to the girl in a gentle tone, staring into Crouch's eyes .

"Me, me, you mean, last Wednesday..."

"What time was it?"

"Before breakfast... I know you got up early, so I deliberately waited for you at the corner of the restaurant half an hour earlier."

"At that time, it was sunny? Is there sunshine?"

"No, it was cloudy and gray and more candles were lit even in the morning."

"Good, good. Can you recall any more details? Ex: The clothes I was wearing."

"You're wearing your everyday robes. I noticed that you didn't wear a woolen jacket. Underneath the robes were just a white shirt, not from Madam Malkins nor from the Wintletons, it should be a Muggle style. No, Tom, I don't mean to be disparaging, I think it looks good."

"What was my expression at the time?"

"Well...you were a little surprised when you heard it, but you didn't ask me why. To be honest, I was relieved. I was afraid, I was afraid that I would really betray Black, but I was also afraid that something would happen to you...I'm sorry, I I can't be more specific... woo woo woo..." Zemina fell deeply into the uneasiness of memories, and her emotions began to lose control.

Suddenly, she stopped.Eyes widened to the limit, revealing the whites above and below the pupils.In this way, it can be said that her tearful eyes should be accompanied by a very exaggerated expression, but the strange thing is that her expression is very stiff, without smiling, angry, or sad.Even her neck was too stiff to move.

A thin silver thread was slowly pulled out from her left temple, and at the other end was Tom's wand!

Tom frowned, concentrating on the work at hand, as meticulous as brewing a magic potion.

Finally, the full silver thread was pulled completely out of Zemina Crouch's head.The girl collapsed to the ground like a puppet whose support had been removed.

Tom flicked his wand, and the memory containing the warning message was shattered into dust and blown away by the wind.

"It can only erase the memories that have just been produced. This is the biggest limitation of the Forgetting Curse." Tom said to himself, "Try the effect of the Memory Extraction Curse. It is not operated by me, and there may be some side effects."

He closed Zemina's wide-open eyes, dragged her to a slightly brighter place, put her in a sitting position with her knees hugged, thought for a while, added a sleeping spell and a forgetting spell, and then left calmly.Three and ten minutes later, the Slytherin fourth year students will pass by after finishing their astronomy class.Crouch's elder brother who is serious about sister control is also among them. With his mindlessness and narcissism, he will naturally treat it as his younger sister to wait for him to finish class, but he accidentally falls asleep in the exit corridor of the Astronomy Tower.

The incident of last Wednesday has come to a complete stop here.He cleaned up all the traces he could erase.As for whether the Forgetting Curse will expire and when it will expire, it is beyond his control.All he can do is to accumulate his own strength as soon as possible.He needs to become stronger, so strong that even if everyone recovers their memories, they can only submit to him.

What Tom didn't expect was that he and Crouch were not the only ones in that dark corner of the corridor.

"He seems to have walked away."

Gray-black shards peeled off a wall, and the light distorted and deformed, finally revealing two figures hidden behind the phantom.

Wendy frowned slightly, her face solemn: "Let's go. It's already a curfew."

Alphard took a few steps to keep up with her: "You don't look very happy."

Wendy continued to walk forward without turning her eyes. The candlelight and moonlight shone alternately on her face, so exquisite that there was no trace of fireworks.

"Tom's condition, not good."

"You're not right?"

"He knew Crouch liked him and exploited that liking mercilessly."

Alphard: "Oh—" a long ending sound. "Don't you think Tom should return her liking?"

Wendy stopped in her tracks, and her brown and black leather shoes made two crisp "clicks" on the floor.She gave Alphard a sideways look, didn't say anything, and walked forward again.

Alphard smiled meaningfully: "If you are sympathizing with her, why don't you be a good person and send her to the medical room? It's such a cold day, tsk tsk, it's hard to lie down for half an hour."

"I have a better plan. The handsome and charming Mr. Black shows his gentlemanly demeanor and protects the comatose girl from the cold, which finally creates a good story between the Black and Crouch families."

Alphard's expression looked like he had eaten a booger-smelling Bibi Dolce Bean. "Forgive me, good and learned Miss Carter. What are you angry about?"

"Don't you think Tom's behavior is very inappropriate?"

"I think he's pretty solid."

"Firm? Are you serious? Don't pure-blood families have gentleman education?"

"Don't talk about pure-bloods. It's not about being a gentleman, it's about being firm. And, besides, I'm beginning to sympathize with Tom."

"I feel like, I can't talk to you anymore. I need some quiet."

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