HP Wendy's crossing running account

A raging fire was burning in the fireplace, making half of Wendy's face a little scorching hot.Having just had breakfast, the aroma of oatmeal and sausages was still swirling in her mouth. She curled up comfortably on the sofa by the fire, sipping milk in small sips.Even the wet rain and snow outside the window intensified the warmth she felt.

"This is Christmas."

The little Mr. Ralph, who was wearing a cashmere nightgown at home, laughed when he heard this, put the last bite of lamb chops into his mouth, and then picked up the coffee: "Why do you say that?"

"Christmas is a time for family reunions, not—"

"Talking about the financial crisis at a party with a bunch of boring strangers," Tom said.

Old Charlemagne Ralph, seated at the other end of the table, burst out laughing like a duck thundering.

Wendy: I ​​can't get the old man's joke at all.

Little Ralph took a newspaper from his uncle and began to read: "I'm afraid it won't be as you wish, little princess. We still have a banquet to catch up today. Although it is hosted by the Armstrong family, it is really rare The big guy is—”

"Oh, you don't need to tell me specifically." Wendy said sullenly, "I'm only responsible for smiling when the little playboys strike up a conversation with me."

Old Charlemagne burst out into a gigantic swan-like hiccup.

Wendy: ...

Little Ralph: "—General Dowding."

Tom showed a serious look.

Wendy: "Who is this?"

Little Mr. Ralph came over with a coffee cup and lovingly patted Wendy's head.Wendy avoided it embarrassingly.

"I'd like to get some cooperation on the radar project." He stared into Wendy's eyes, "Steel, riveting, paint... But if you're not interested, little princess, you just need to be responsible for smiling."

Wendy's body was stiff, and she was stunned for a moment, but she didn't speak after all.

"Well, well, Jimmy. Let the boys unwrap Christmas presents," cried old Mr. Ralph. "War is a very un-Christmas talk."

With relief, Wendy pulled Tom up and ran under the Christmas tree.Little Ralph watched their backs, slightly raised the coffee cup: "Respect for childhood."

Not many Christmas presents.

Originally, the family had a small population—old Charlemagne was a widower whose sons and daughters lived in the colonies, and his nephew wandered around the flowers and was still unmarried.Therefore, Wendy only received four gifts.

The beautiful dress, small leather shoes, small gloves, and a small Victorian hat undoubtedly come from the "very aesthetic" little Mr. Ralph.Since we met, he has given Wendy a set of clothes every Christmas, which is unshakeable.

The old man gave a set of romantic novels from the last century, among which were the famous "Jane Eyre" and "Pride and Prejudice".This made Wendy a little embarrassed. She wondered if her precocity gave old Charlemagne the illusion that a 12-year-old girl could watch love stories.

The third gift came across the ocean from America.A large bag of macadamia nuts completely captured Wendy's heart. Macadamia nuts in 1939 have not been fully domesticated, and large-scale planting will have to wait until after the end of World War II, so they are very precious.In contrast, that bottle of life-saving nitroglycerin tablets became a bonus.

The last gift was from Tom.

"Soothing Potion?"

Two dozen crystal bottles filled the medicine box, and the liquid in the bottles was a color Wendy was all too familiar with.She unscrewed the cap of one of the bottles in doubt, and gently fanned the mouth of the bottle with her right hand, and there was a scent of roses that seemed to be there.

"Cough." Tom coughed lightly, not looking away from Wendy, "I tried to improve the taste."

Wendy blinked, she felt that Christmas this year was very magical.First a romance novel, then a rose-flavored potion.I'm probably a Mary Sue with pink bubbles all over my body.

Tom neatly packed his Christmas presents, which seemed to include a very delicate pocket watch and some photos.In the end, he held a fluffy gift box and shook it by his ear.

"empty?"

Tom ripped off the ribbon and layers of wrapping, and found at the bottom of the box—a piece of paper.

His eyebrows were raised high, and he looked at Wendy confidently: "Your Christmas present?"

Wendy's originally serious little face turned red, and she nodded slightly.

Tom turned the note over, and on it was written a spell in the standard format of a charm textbook, a spell that Tom had never seen before (pronunciation, gestures, precautions are all available).In some daring trust, Tom drew his wand without hesitation, and pronounced the spell.

The tip of the yew wood wand seemed to spray out some transparent substance, covering the whole wand.The air around the wand showed obvious refraction and scattering, and there seemed to be something faintly glowing.

Tom turned on all the lights in the room, and at last saw clearly that the glowing thing was a filament, coming out of nowhere, wrapped around his wand.If it weren't for the new wrap around the wand, which affected the refractive index of the air, he wouldn't have been able to spot the filament at all.

The part of the filament wrapped in the transparent substance trembled slightly as if trying to struggle, but it was suppressed in the end.The young Dark Lord was such a smart person, he immediately realized the effect of this spell, and he tried his best to keep his voice down so as not to scream.

"Zongsi! It can suppress Zongsi!" This means that he can use magic freely outside the school, without thinking about whether to go to Knockturn Alley to get a second-hand wand, without asking Ollivander's idea, and without practicing desperately Wandless magic.

"You are a genius! Wendy. This is what you are researching at the end of the semester? It looks like a variant of the Iron Armor Curse, but the effect is completely different!" Tom almost couldn't wait to try out a few more spells, and ten minutes passed No warning letters from the Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts were owled either.

Wendy observed Tom's expression very calmly, because the corners of her eyes were a little cold because she was too calm, but Tom, who was in a state of ecstasy, didn't notice.

"15 minutes." Wendy said, "and it takes a lot of mana."

Tom grinned: "That's enough for me. This is the best Christmas present this year."

Wendy couldn't help but add in the end: "Don't rely too much on it."

"What do you mean?"

"Wizards are masters of magic, not slaves to it."

The Dark Lord, who hadn't completely gone astray, came back rationally, and he sorted out his expression in almost ten seconds, and very calmly used a flame magic to burn the little piece of paper with the spell on it. .

Wizards are masters of magic, not slaves to it.Wendy silently repeated this sentence in her heart to wake herself up.Because, she herself also planned to use the "Invisibility Curse" to study during the holidays.It was impossible to hide it from Tom, so it was better to share it generously.As for whether the "Invisibility Curse" would help Tom's mastery of black magic, Wendy sighed, this risk was unavoidable.But on the other hand, if Tom made up his mind, he could always find a way to violate the rules. It was impossible for her to tie a rope around his neck and pull it to the Bright Avenue—Wendy herself didn't know where the Bright Avenue was.

"Besides, even if I plan for the worst, I want to look forward to the best." Wendy watched Tom and old Charlemagne arguing endlessly over a piece of Muggle news, "If I can't believe that Tom's fate has passed Isn't it too sad to deviate from the original track?"

As she sorted out her thoughts, she continued to think about her forbidden spell. "Invisibility Curse" is a by-product of the development process of the forbidden magic spell, or it is an incomplete version, or it is an unexpected harvest.

To form a complete spherical magic-forbidden field requires too much magic power; and when the magic power is far from enough, the magic-forbidden field can only imprison sensitive and easily disturbed tracking magic such as "Trace Thread".

After discovering this, Wendy slightly changed the shape of the forbidden magic field, making it centered on the magic wand, thus completing the invention of the magic of "Surface Curse".However, the forbidden magic spell she really wanted was still stuck in a bottleneck.

There are two solutions: strengthen the mana input, or completely overthrow the current way of building the field.Either way, there is currently no clear idea.

The road to the truth is full of thorns, and only time and sweat can be relied on.

Wendy's thoughts began to drift away. From the static magnetic shielding model to superconductors to flame mushroom spores, the whirlwind of her mind hung up, supporting her through luxurious and boring banquets one after another.

If there's anything fun happening this Christmas break, it's a visit from Grandpa Riddle.

The old gentleman came on Christmas Day, December 12th.But because of the banquet with big shots, the two big, two small and four people in Ralph's mansion didn't come back until ten o'clock in the evening.What was surprising was that old Mr. Riddle held on and did not leave, and was being entertained by his attendants drinking coffee in the reception room.

"Grandpa?" Tom was puzzled, "We made an appointment to meet on the 31st."

Grandpa silently took off the top hat on his head, revealing a head of pink hair.

Tom:  …

Wendy: This year's Christmas is really a crime against girls.

Tom and his grandfather rushed to Little Hangleton overnight, and when they came back, they brought back a lot of gift boxes.Among them is the culprit of this incident-the tricky hair dye box presented by the kid Jost Weasley.As long as the lid is opened, smoke of one color will be sprayed randomly, dyeing the hair of the person who opened the box.

"The Ministry of Magic sent Christmas presents to Riddle's house." Tom explained to Wendy while sorting things out, "It was our mistake that we didn't tell the students the address of Ralph's house. I don't know how the Ministry of Magic It worked, and it was automatically sent to Little Hangleton. Mrs. Riddle and Mr. Riddle were terrified, and mysterious gifts appeared out of thin air under the Christmas tree at home. Only grandpa had the courage to unpack one of them, and the result... "

"Very interesting little prop." Wendy opened the hair dye box, and a puff of black smoke came out, surrounding her entire head.When the smoke cleared, Wendy looked in the mirror at her lost and regained black hair, she couldn't have been more satisfied.

Tom also got excited, but he was unlucky and got green.

Wendy smiled politely: "Not bad, isn't it? Slytherin."

Tom rolled his eyes skyward, but didn't use magic to turn back the unorthodox green hair.

This wave of gifts is very rich, Weasley's, Hooch's, Alphard's, Ollivander's... Wendy unexpectedly found that her popularity is not bad, and her friends can barely get together .

Of course, there is no comparison with Tom.Tom received three times as many gifts as Wendy.Almost everyone in the first year of Slytherin gave Tom presents. In addition, some professors even sent Tom Christmas presents.

"Why? I'm also a good student with full marks."

"To please the professor, I am O and you are P."

"Thank you, at least you gave me a P." Wendy rolled contentedly on the bed in her home clothes, "It's a pity that there is no gift from Anna, only... this one."

Tom hits the nail on the head: "She never gave any Christmas presents when she was around."

Wendy shut up.

It was the end of 1938, and the pace of time slowly entered 1939, and the topic of Anna gradually became a silent taboo.

The author has something to say:

Zongsi is full of bugs, let me set it to be related to magic wands.

After reading a lot of textual research posts, I am getting more and more confused.