HP Wendy's crossing running account

"The symbol on the ring is the symbol of a saint." It was the first day of school.When Wendy came out of the room dragging her suitcase, she was blocked by Tom. "Triangles, circles, and vertical lines." The golden sunlight in the morning shone on half of his face, and the tangles on it were so clear.

Wendy spread her hands: "As I said, the saints are the ones looking for it."

"Is the Gunter family related to the saints?"

Wendy lowered her eyes, dragged the box and tried to go around Tom: "A ring that is hundreds of years old is much older than a saint."

Tom stretched out his arm to stop her: "You know! You have something to hide from me! This summer, you have something to hide from me, not just one or two!"

In Wendy's eyes, the boy's strong arms were as hard as iron, and Wendy, who was under more pressure because of Grindelwald, felt even more gloomy.She bit her lower lip and said nothing.

The Cold War lasted until the departure of the Hogwarts Express.The siren blared, the city had disappeared, and the tall trees and vast expanses of wilderness kept running to the rear, occasionally a charming small village flashed by.

"Hey." Tom lightly kicked Wendy's sole with the toe of his shoe.

Wendy kicked off her shoes, shrank into the corner of the seat and sat with her knees hugged.The two little feet wrapped in brown cotton socks patted on the checked cushion.

Tom:  …

At this moment, someone knocked on the door of the box. "Boom boom boom."

It's Rolanda Hooch.

"Hey, Wendy. Long time no see! Come join us? McMillan's sister is new to school this year..."

"Bang!" Tom relentlessly closed the door, returned to his seat and sat down.

"Dong dong dong."

It was Jost Weasley.

"Hi, Tom. There are no empty seats on the train."

"Bang!" The door was pulled shut 0.3 seconds faster than last time.

"Hey!"

"Come talk to me next time with another excuse." Tom's voice came through the door.

"Dong dong dong."

It was a strange dark-skinned little boy.

"I... my owl is missing."

"Sorry we didn't see it."

"I...my name is..."

"Bang!" The door was closed.

The first-year freshman almost cried "Wow".

"Dong dong dong."

"We don't have any empty seats here, and we don't want to go to another box, and we don't see snakes or toads or owls or cats or velvets, thank you."

The old lady selling snacks: ... "Okay, kids, then I'll go to the next room."

"Hey—wait a minute."

Tom came back with a pile of food, and he deliberately pushed the glass bowl containing chocolate lava sandwich ice cream towards Wendy.

Wendy glanced at him and then again, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of dessert, took a small silver spoon and put it into her mouth happily.

Seeing her eating, Tom breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a small bag of nuts from the pile of snacks, and threw small ones into his mouth, looking very leisurely.

Wendy ate half of it in one go, then reluctantly stopped, rubbed her stomach, and leaned back comfortably on the chair.

"Comfortable? No longer angry? No more quarrels?" Tom said with a smile in his voice, "You are so easy to coax."

"We didn't fight."

"Oh."

"We just didn't agree on something."

"Oh."

Wendy raised her eyes, and it was no surprise that she saw Tom's gaze intently exploring her expression.She picked up the spoon, which was still stained with brown ice cream, and waved it around. "I just don't want to mislead you. In the unpredictable fate, the prophet is just a rolling pebble in the flowing water."

"Okay. If you don't want to talk about..."

"I've told you the conclusion. There are still problems that need to be solved urgently."

"The conclusion is, 'What the saints came to England at any cost to find is in my hands'? And I could get myself killed for it?"

Wendy frowned: "Don't say such unlucky words as 'killing your body'..."

"Why can't you say it?" Tom raised one corner of his mouth and smiled like a blue face, "That's the way it is."

Wendy covered her face with a "huh": "I probably shouldn't have taken you to find 'that'."

Tom stood up from the seat opposite, sat down beside Wendy instead, and squeezed in her direction: "Okay, girl. Since I am the sole heir to the Gaunt family property, they will find it sooner or later." On top of my head. As long as they haven't found what they're looking for. Don't you think it would be better to give 'that' to the saints?"

"From a political standpoint, of course not!"

"From a political standpoint, of course not!"

The two spoke in unison.

"Okay now we've reached an agreement." Tom clapped his hands, "So what's bothering you?"

"I have nothing to worry about." Wendy raised her chin, "If Grindelwald really finds us, we can only 'soldiers to block, water to cover'." She suddenly figured it out, took out a piece of draft paper to brush I wrote the book list in a hurry. "If you want to know the meaning of that symbol, you can read the book yourself. I don't know much about this, and I need your opinion."

Tom took the note, Wendy's delicate and clear handwriting was always easy to read. "The Elder Wand of Invincibility, Legendary Magic Items, Ancient Lost Magic, Traces of the Gods—Before Merlin, and, The Tales of Beedle the Bard? The last of you Are you serious?"

Wendy picked up a spoon and dug a large piece of ice cream.

Meanwhile, in sunny Diagon Alley.

A large dark green parasol was erected in front of the "Green Ball" shop, under which were tables and chairs made of logs.Without too much carving, the table is just a huge camphor tree stump, with hundreds of rings clearly identifiable.The chair still looks like a tree trunk, but the two sides are flattened, so that one side can be supported on the ground, and the other side can be used to sit on.

The owner, a small man with ginger hair, sat comfortably on a chair and looked at files, one after another.His every move is full of charm that is incompatible with the ordinary appearance.

"Your Excellency." The double-sided mirror in the breast pocket said, "Auror Lancer Prewett is the last one on the list. The inspection has been completed and nothing was found."

The man called "Your Excellency" turned the pen in his hand, turned to a certain page of the document in his hand, and quickly wrote notes next to the photo of Lancer Prewett.

The sunlight illuminated a third of the log tabletop, and also illuminated his left hand, whose nails were a healthy light pink.

"I'm sorry, sir. We were supposed to monitor Gaunt's old house." Another panting male voice came from the double-sided mirror on the chest.

"Why are you apologizing? Rennie." Grindelwald finished writing with little Herbert's appearance on his face, then turned his pen with a smile, "You still found the names of all the Ministry of Magic staff who have been to the scene."

There was silence for a while. "Your Excellency, I can't guarantee that there are no omissions. If you allow me, I can torture some of them, so..."

"Don't be alarmed, Rainey. We're not ready for war with the British Ministry of Magic yet."

"I'm sorry for the futility this time, Your Excellency."

"You're too polite, Rainey. I didn't expect to find anything from Ministry staff. We all know that there is no noteworthy person in the British Ministry of Magic at present."

The tall black-haired Christian came out of the shop and put a glass of iced cocktail on the table.Grindelwald bit the straw and took a sip, nodded with satisfaction: "One more cup."

By the time the second cocktail was served, an owl had parked opposite Grindelwald.This is a very beautiful owl, even in the wizarding world where there are many varieties of owls, it is a beauty that stands out from the crowd.The purple pupils are deep and compelling, the snow-white top feathers, graceful body, and the even black spots on the wings are regular diamond-shaped.

The next instant, the owl was transformed into a witch.

"Please sit down, Mrs. Hong."

There is nothing related to red in Mrs. Hong's whole body - a slender figure, a black and white robe with diamond patterns, gray hair and purple eyes, even the lipstick is gray purple.

She sat down when she heard the words, and her delicate face showed a gentle expression when she saw the cocktail.

"Please, Christian's craft."

She gracefully picked up the glass and took a sip. "good."

Grindelwald watched her drink with a smile.Probably because this kind of long-term staring is really disturbing, Madam Hong was the first to lose the battle. "I heard that you all found someone and lost the resurrection stone?"

"The last stand of the dead, plus one or a group of unknown and mysterious opponents."

"Mysterious, unknown..." Madam Hong smiled slightly, "No clues?"

"I need you at this time." Grindelwald smiled innocently, especially with little Herbert's ordinary face, looking more sincere.

Madam Hong took out a crystal clear crystal ball from somewhere in her robe and placed it on the log table. "You don't believe in fate, Gellert. You've been like that since you were a child." That being said, the crystal ball was slowly twirling with purple smoke and flecks of fluorescent debris.

"Most people in the world obey fate, but some people are special. Fate respects the Dark Lord."

"Hahahaha." The wizard laughed brightly, "seriously, you don't have to flatter me, professor."

Madam Hong didn't retort, "I'm not flattering", but just slashed towards the crystal ball with her right palm like a knife!If another fortune-teller is here, I am afraid that the soul will be scattered here. The private crystal ball is the other half of the fortune-teller's life, and it is often closely related to their souls. It is more serious to be damaged than to break the wand.

Under the calm gaze of Mrs. Red and Grindelwald, the crystal ball turned into countless rhombuses with sharp edges and corners—they didn't look like they were smashed, but more like they had taken the initiative before touching Mrs. Red's hand. spread out.The small diamond-shaped fragments stagnated in the air for a moment, and then reassembled together to form a colorless and transparent jelly-like substance. Looking carefully, it was clearly a three-dimensional model of the British Isles.

Madam Hong nodded and leaned back slightly to keep herself away from the transparent three-dimensional map.Grindelwald consciously stretched out his right hand and drew a circle above the map.

The circle is the symbol of the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows.

The transparent map began to blur, emitting wisps of mist, and the red lady with her eyes closed was shrouded in a layer of confusion that came and went.

I don't know how long it took, the map suddenly zoomed in and out of shape, passed through the vast forest and grassland, and fixed on the appearance of a castle.Then there was a "bang", and the white mist filled the air.The whole process lasted less than a second, and when the white mist dissipated, there was only a slightly dim crystal ball lying powerlessly on the table.

Madam Red opened her eyes, her face pale: "Hogwarts."

"Precise skill." The man applauded lightly.

"You're not surprised at all."

"Hmm." Grindelwald rubbed his chin, trying to adjust an innocent expression, just like when he was still studying in Durmstrang, "I have already sent someone there."

Then you still ask me to divination a ghost!

Mrs. Hong suppressed the phrase "little bastard" from her throat, her face still showing the ethereal air of an outsider. "That's why I say that fate respects the Dark Lord." She closed her eyes and adjusted her body, which was weakened by mana consumption, then drank the rest of the cocktail in one gulp and got up to leave, but happened to meet the eyes of Christian who came to refill the water bumped together.

The tall, dark-haired young man's usually rigid and serious face was a little cracked, he smacked his lips a few times, and finally greeted him: "Aunt... aunt."

Madam Hong nodded indifferently, without blinking her eyes.She has no offspring herself, but several brothers and sisters are blessed with many children.When it comes to grandchildren and juniors, the number is too large to leave any traces in her heart, who has always been weak in family affection.

"Madam Red." Grindelwald suddenly stopped her, "You can visit Hogwarts."

"Oh?"

"Maybe there will be unexpected gains."

So that's the real reason why you asked me to come to England.

Under Christian's awe-inspiring gaze, the tall witch turned into an owl and soared away.

The strange thing is that from the time she appeared to the time she disappeared, the people coming and going in Diagon Alley didn't seem to notice what happened here.Even Madam Hong's unrecognizable beauty did not attract any amazement.

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All chess pieces are in place.The turbulent second grade has begun.