HP Wendy's crossing running account

"What a coincidence." Tom put down his wand, raised his eyebrows and looked towards the door of the box, "Are there no more seats on the train?"

Jost Weasley scratched his head: "Yeah, can I sit here?"

Wendy raised her head from the book and smiled, "Good morning, Jost." She had already changed into a Muggle-style purple velvet skirt, her blond hair was braided and hung from behind her left ear to On the chest, the full of pastoral flavor neutralized the cold and bookish air on her body, showing a bit of approachability and cuteness.

"Good morning, Wendy." The red-haired boy happily moved his luggage into Tom and Wendy's box as if he had received permission.

Tom, who was ignored for his opinion, wrinkled his nose, and just exhausted his boss's strength to drive Wendy's roommate Rolanda Hooch away, and a more obtrusive Weasley came.

"Good morning, Tom. I have found the magic rose you asked me to find."

Well, Weasley wasn't that obtrusive yet.

Tom took a large glass bottle from Jost, filled with dozens of fresh red and pink roses, still beautiful in the cold winter, with crystal dewdrops on the petals .

Jost sat down next to Tom familiarly: "Fortunately, my aunt still has some stock, which she brought back when she traveled to Bulgaria three years ago. You know, since the 'European guy' has become more and more active After that, the goods across the channel almost disappeared in Diagon Alley."

Tom carefully put the rose bottle into the box, and then nodded to Jost: "I am very grateful for your help." There was a rare bit of sincerity in his words.

Jost waved his hand: "It's just a matter of little effort—Wendy is reading a book again? Let me see, "Legendary Wide-Area Magic"? It sounds very profound." He leaned towards Wendy, and was caught by the page The last illustration full of ancient runes was startled back.

Wendy smiled: "I just use it for entertainment."

"Okay, pastime." Yost muttered, "You always disillusion me every time I think you're getting a little cute."

Wendy looked at the competitor in the Transfiguration class: "I heard that you messed up the potion test."

"Oh!" Yost wailed, "For Merlin's sake, don't mention potions, okay?" Little Weasley is also a top student. Top ten in grade.He leaned his head on the small table and blinked pitifully, but couldn't squeeze any tears.

Wendy calmly turned the book to a new page.

Tom also smirked: "Tsk tsk, you can't do this, Mr. Weasley, potions are widely used in joke products."

"Ah! Ah!" cried Jost. "I know, of course I do. Let's change the subject, say, to talk about Christmas coming up."

Tom lazily leaned back on his seat, waved his wand and released a spark in the air, and the sparkling magical flames formed the words "MarryChristmas" right above Jost's head. "Okay, let's talk about Christmas."

……

"Woo~woo~woo~" The Hogwarts Express slowly stopped at King's Cross Station, and the gushing steam filled the platform with white smoke.The little wizards, like birds returning to their nests, rushed out of the car doors and threw themselves into the arms of their parents.

Jost was embraced by his mother and kissed fiercely a few times, then struggled to get out, and turned to look at the little friend who was not claimed by his parents.Amidst the crowd of laughter and family reunion, Tom and Wendy are like a quiet island composed of two people.

Jost suddenly became overwhelmed with sympathy, he rushed up to hug Tom, and then shook Wendy's hand vigorously. "I'll send you Christmas presents."

Gryffindor friendships are swift and intense, and Slytherins are more secretive.Tom watched Alphard and his sisters get into a gorgeous black carriage from a distance, and the eyes of the two boys quickly met and then separated.

"See you next semester."

"See you next semester."

Tom took Wendy's cold hand, stuffed it into his coat pocket, and walked towards the magical wall where they came.

In winter in London, the long-lost cold and somewhat cloudy air.

They stood still, and the iron fence of the Wall Orphanage stood tall in front of them, like spears piercing the sky.Behind the cold fence, orange lights are revealed, and the immature singing of children is faintly mixed into the melody of Christmas carols, which is full of loopholes and sincere feelings.

"It's very lively." Tom moved the luggage for two into the hall.

"Ah, it's Thomas and Winters." Agatha greeted them with a beaming face, "Come back for Christmas? How is school?"

"It's Tom and Wendy." Tom corrected, "This new year, you're one step closer to being an idiot."

Agatha didn't take it seriously: "Yes, it sounds similar. Hey, you can find a place to rest, we are too busy." As she said, she held the red and green cloth in her hand and looked at the person who had just arrived. direction to go.

"She's gone the wrong way." Wendy whispered.

Before Tom nodded, Mrs. Cole roared angrily: "What are you doing? Agatha! I asked you to send the decorations to the chapel! You went back and forth twice and got nothing Do it?!——No, Agatha, you stay well, don't make trouble!"

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the footsteps of "Tuk Tuk Tuk", the increasingly capable director of the orphanage passed the foyer vigorously holding the pile of fabric just now, and seeing Tom and Wendy's pace did not slow down at all: "Welcome back, Children. Come to the chapel and help!"

Then there was Billy, who was already tall and burly, carrying a wooden bucket of apples on his left shoulder and heading to the kitchen with a bucket of water in his right hand.His fat rabbit sat on his right shoulder and gnawed on the radish leaves. "Good evening, Tom, Wendy. It's really time for you to come back. We are short of manpower. There is a charity event the day after tomorrow, and I heard that there will be many high-class people coming. So we have to decorate the auditorium today. The time is too late." It's tight, little Amy and the others have to practice Christmas carols."

Tom wanted to draw his wand itchy, but he gave up resentfully when he thought of the rule that "the use of magic is prohibited on minor holidays".He rolled up his sleeves and joined the army of manual labor.Wendy was also very self-conscious, and followed the nurse girls to cut ribbons, decorate the Christmas tree, and do what they could.Everything is as natural as if they never left.

After three busy days, Wall Orphanage held a successful fundraising service.This is a rare charity activity in recent years. Although Britain has not yet been involved in the war, the tense situation in Europe still has an impact on the lives of the people of Great Britain in all aspects.

Mrs. Cole became a flower with a smile as she counted the donations.Each child was given a slice of fresh cheese, and the choir children had an extra bar of chocolate.

However, when the much-anticipated Christmas Eve dinner begins, Tom and Wendy are in Mr. Generosity's carriage.

"So, is it your new interest to fund this kind of small orphanage incognito? Mr. Ralph."

Although little Ralph was over thirty years old, this gentleman who was still single was as lively as a young man.The dark hair is carefully styled into the most popular hairstyles nowadays, and then sprayed with hairspray to make it look shiny and shiny.The suit was a silvery gray that was ahead of its time, and with a fancy Christmas tie full of bells and mistletoe, it didn't look funny at all.This is due to his handsome facial features and good temperament, he is suave when he smiles, and independent when he frowns.

"Oh, little Tom." Little Ralph covered his heart, "I really miss you with your sweet smile."

Tom showed a disgusted expression, and immediately changed into a toothy smirk: "Are you talking about me when I was five years old?"

"No, no, to be honest, you were nine years old when we first met."

Tom couldn't bear the fact that his nine-year-old self could still "smile sweetly", so he changed the subject decisively: "Speak business!"

Mr. Ralph opened his innocent eyes wide: "It's nothing serious, I just came to pick you up for the Christmas dinner, and visit the environment where you lived when you were young."

"You spent five hundred pounds on the way, and you kept No. 40 busy like ants for three whole days." The black-haired boy sarcastically.

"But isn't everyone happy in the end? I thought your dean counted money happily."

Tom didn't speak, his expression was still a little gloomy.

"Oh, be happy, child. You will see dear Uncle Charlemagne soon, think of your golden little subjects, and think of food, wine and beauties!"

"Oh, beauty."

"Ahem." Ralph coughed awkwardly, "That's not the point, the point is, there's a surprise waiting for you."

"If you mean Solomon will be there, I've guessed it. The capitalists' Christmas dinner."

"You are really not cute. But this time you guessed wrong-the Rothschild family will have two offshoot children, yes, including your little friend, but I don't mean this by surprise."

"Oh." Tom crossed his arms, not minding that this action might wrinkle the little suit he just put on, "I'll wait."

Wendy uncomfortably pulled her hair that was temporarily permed into French curls, and the off-the-shoulder dress made her feel a little cold: "I may not be very good at dinner parties for capitalists."

"You look perfect, little princess."

"I don't know what to do at the dinner party." Do you understand that a girl from science and engineering is not good at socializing?

"It's very simple, beautiful girl. You just have to do one thing."

Wendy looked at Ralph intently.

"When the little dudes come up to you, keep smiling."

Wendy: ...

"Ha!" Tom's mocking voice had a vicious taste.

Smiling is not easy, Wendy thought.She felt her face cramp.

The dinner was extravagant.The post-Renaissance style living room of Ralph's house is comparable to a palace. Six huge crystal chandeliers illuminate the delicacies on the three long tables.Men in suits and leather shoes and jeweled ladies shuttled back and forth with red wine glasses. The elaborately cooked food did not arouse their main interest. Socializing was the real theme of this banquet.

This is painful for Wendy who just wants to eat something and leave the scene——

"Beautiful lady, it seems that this is the first time I've seen you." "Hi, I'm here with little Mr. Ralph." This is the eighth time I've answered this question today.

"Miss, your necklace seems to be a new product of Buccellati, which is really rare. After all, it is difficult for such exquisite works to spread to Great Britain under the current situation in Italy." "Thank you." No, I have no idea what is And don't talk to me about French perfume, Viennese music, or American hairspray, Buccellati.

"My father owns tens of thousands of acres of pastures in Australia. We go hunting kangaroos on the prairie in summer nights. Do you know kangaroos? It's a kind of..." "Sounds very interesting." I actually don't appreciate you at all I don't care about Mrs. A's leopard coat, Mr. B's stuffed parrots, and Mrs. C's ivory collection for a life of killing wild animals.

……

Wendy's heart was full of complaints, and she knew that the other party had worked hard to find topics that the little girl was interested in, but she still hoped that the Dark Lord would save her from the fire.She looked eagerly at Tom.Tom was chatting happily with two tall twins who looked like they were at home.

Of course, this is a wonderful misunderstanding, the real situation is like this.

"Tom, you have to keep an eye on your girl. This is already the ninth young master to strike up a conversation with her tonight."

"Keep your voice down, Pol. It's not 'my girl' yet."

Bill curled his lips: "You don't say things like 'she's like my sister'."

Tom was a little angry: "I haven't seen your Captain Riddle for a long time, so can't you say something nice?"

"Yeah, long time no see. We wanted to give you a surprise. We asked for leave from the military academy and asked the colonel to bring us to London—"

"—But, you were not surprised at all."

The twins spread their arms out in unison.

Tom withdrew his angry expression, and said slowly: "I'm not surprised, but I'm really happy. At least I know that the three of you who haven't heard from me for two years didn't die in some unknown corner. Instead, they were raised by the state for nothing."

"Fat in vain?!" The two teenagers touched their faces suspiciously.Pol Jones also sneakily showed off his biceps. "That's impossible, Tom. Our diets are strictly regulated."

"Oh, then I know where you've been. Looking at the British Empire's strictly restricted diet..."

Bill Jones put his hand over Tom's mouth.

"Shh-Tom, I know you're well-informed and bright-minded. However, this is currently a confidential project."

Captain Riddle grabbed Bill's wrist, and with a little skill, he freed his mouth. "I'm not that easy to deceive, you are at best reserve."

Bill grinned in pain, and hid behind his brother while rubbing his wrist.

"Even if it's a reserve—"

"—We're already in high spirits."

"Big future, isn't it?" Tom tossed a gold Galleon up and down, which was the remainder of the sample he had given old Charlemagne Ralph just now. "Where is Jon? It's also promising?"

"Oh, he's more talented than we are. So," said Pole, scratching his hair and lowering his voice, "he's in South London."

"Bill! Boll!" Accompanied by a happy duck voice, Young Master Solomon rushed over without warning and hugged the twins, "I miss you so much."

"We miss you too—"

"—Master Vegetable Chicken."

Solomon felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and his curly black hair was listless.

"We shouldn't have left you alone—"

"Accept Captain Riddle's torment—"

"—just plain miserable."

Solomon twitched his mouth: "You two really haven't changed at all."

Tom had a standard smile on his face: "A touching reunion scene." If you ignore his "clicking" knuckles, the scene is still enjoyable.

These two up-and-coming muscular guys just lack pumping.