HP Wendy's crossing running account

Like last year, it was already dark when the train arrived at Hogwarts.The first quarter moon hangs high in the purple sky, and with the early autumn that falls on the Highlands earlier than in London, Wendy can't help shivering.

Tom tightened Wendy's hand and squeezed through the turbulent crowd, and very "coincidentally" picked the same carriage as Alphard.

That's right, a carriage.Taking a boat across the Black Lake is a unique treat for first-year freshmen. Starting this year, they will go to the castle in a carriage pulled by a magic horse.Note【1】

Compared with the white horse that was said to have unicorn blood chosen by the Walburga party, the horse standing in front of Tom and the others looked very ordinary. From the outside, it looked like an old brown horse. It's not that there is no mane on its neck, it is believed that it is an ordinary Muggle horse.But Tom likes it very much for some reason, and feeds it the snacks he didn't finish eating on the train just now.

After feeding, the old horse flicked his tail in satisfaction.

Three newly promoted second-year wizards boarded the carriage.Until the other carriages ran far away, the old brown horse began to walk forward slowly as if taking a walk.After only two steps, a breathless voice came from behind:

"Ah - wait - wait - wait, ha, wait for me!"

The old horse stopped suspiciously, of course, it may also be because Jost Weasley grabbed the carriage and made it feel the weight change.

Jost wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled at Tom with his flushed face after exercise: "Other, ha, other carriages, ha, there are no seats."

Tom: ...Do you have any other excuse besides running out of seats?

The number of people on the carriage changed from three to four, which made the old horse pulling the cart a little unhappy. He swayed here and there, and stopped from time to time to sniff the wild flowers on the roadside.

However, the culprit, Weasley, didn't feel its depressed mood at all, and was chatting enthusiastically with his long-lost friends.The topic ranged from the mysterious Diagon Alley attack to the shadows that flashed across the Forbidden Forest, to the newly enrolled little wizard, and finally turned to himself.

"Hey, do you guys know what the biggest thing about being a second grader is?"

Alphard smiled knowingly.

"Quidditch, of course!"

"Quidditch, of course!"

Tom was secretly scratching Wendy's palm with his index finger, when he heard that his hand froze. "You two are going to try out for the Quidditch House team?" The second year students were allowed to participate in the Quidditch competition.

Yost nodded excitedly: "I want to be a Chaser."

Alphard: "Then I'll try the goalkeeper."

Yost: ... "Hi!"

Young Master Blake smiled: "If you can score a goal, I will lose."

Yost: The boat of friendship capsizes. "Tom, you don't want to be a goalkeeper too, do you?"

Wendy opened her eyes wide: "I remember Tom is afraid of heights..."

"Shut up!" Tom from the first-year flight class still took the O but threw up when he hit the broom.

Yost and Alphard looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"I'm not afraid of heights!" Tom's neck turned red. "I just hate brooms."

Under Mr. Riddle's cannibalistic gaze, Mr. Black and Mr. Weasley politely closed their mouths, but they couldn't hold back the smiles on their faces.

Tom scratched Wendy's palm viciously: "One day I will invent a magic that can fly without a broom."

Jost rubbed his facial muscles hard, and his expression was finally under control.He tried to divert the topic away from Tom: "Where's Wendy? There are a lot of girls playing Quidditch now." As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself twice.The fact that Wendy fell off the broom in her first flying lesson was well known throughout the grades, and she hasn't had a flying lesson since then.

Wendy showed a helpless smile: "I really think about it, I can pretend to be anything. Oh, to be honest, I would like to fly."

"Cough!" Tom coughed heavily.

"Aha," Yost tried to laugh, "Ahahaha, okay, okay..." It's so embarrassing, can I give each of you a forgetful moment?

At this moment, Alphard showed a serious expression on his face. "Did you hear anything?"

"What voice?" Jost was relieved, and quickly followed the new topic.

"It seems...someone is calling for help."

Tom's senses became sharper: "It's coming from the direction of the lake!"

Jost's Gryffindor character was revealed, and he immediately made a gesture to jump off the car, but Tom grabbed him.

"rhubarb!"

The old brown horse neighed, turned around and galloped towards the lake.Yost was unsteady and fell back on the seat, and his chin hit Alphard's shoulder.But neither of them cried out - the carriage flew up to 1 miles in one second, the trees on both sides were only shadows, and the wind hurt their faces.They all gripped the handrail subconsciously and nervously.

In less than 10 seconds, they were at the water's edge.

In the middle of the Black Lake stood a three-story-high pitted black hemisphere.The first-year freshmen were still sitting on the boat, and there were cries for help one after another.

Tom and Alphard looked carefully before they could tell—it was their old neighbor in Slytherin, the big octopus under the water.This octopus is really too big, the part exposed above the water is half of its head, and the eyes are still under the water, so it can't even be considered breathable.

"It turned out to be it." Jost heaved a sigh of relief, "The king octopus came up at the wrong time this time." All Hogwarts students know that although this octopus is huge in size, it has a docile personality and likes to go ashore to bask in the sun. sun.

Old Ogg, the watchman, stood up from the boat, shouted for the octopus to return to the water, and drew his wand threateningly.

The octopus hesitated for a few seconds, began to sink, and immediately disappeared from the surface of the water, leaving only a maelstrom formed by the giant entry into the water.

Before everyone could take a breath, the little wizard's scream sounded again.The boat that fell last—and the one closest to the octopus—was sucked into the vortex, spinning rapidly round and round toward the black hole at the center of the vortex.

Old Auger hopped his feet anxiously.He was originally at the forefront of the fleet, and when he shouted to the octopus, he rowed to the middle of the fleet, but he was still far away from the vortex.He has been working as a freshman for so many years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation. What is the magic spell to eliminate the vortex?This question is beyond the outline!

"Wingadim Leviosa." Tom uttered the Levitation Charm and hit the boat.The hull immediately floated up, only the bottom was still in contact with the water, although it was still rotating, but the speed had already slowed down.

This is not a long-term solution, Tom frowned, the boat was magically driven by itself, and could not break away from the water and would not stop.

Wendy also discovered the problem.The brain is spinning fast, the boat can't save people, don't need a boat, don't want a boat to save people, rope, rope, vines!His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and he locked on the toughest vine within 50 feet - a seedling of iron wire vine.

She stumbled and ran over, her heart pounding because of nervousness, but when it came time to chant the spell, her voice and wand were unexpectedly stable.

An enhanced version of the quick-acting growth spell-instant growth spell.

Four dark green vines flew towards the center of the lake like arrows, tightly wrapping around the waists of the four little wizards on the boat.The boat continued towards the center of the vortex, with four "plops", the four little wizards were pulled by the vines and fell into the water.Seeing this, Alphard and Yost hurried to pull the vines, but they still couldn't keep up with the sinking speed of the freshmen.

Wendy seemed about to collapse, "No, use magic." The wire vine was hard and heavy, and it couldn't be pulled.

"Shorten quickly!" Tom gritted his teeth.

Alphard and Jost also came back to their senses, quickly drew out their wands, and cast a shortening spell on the vines.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!" The four little drowned chickens landed on the shore, all on their faces.

A few seconds after they landed, the iron wire vines, which had overdrawn their potential, withered and brittle, turning into pieces.

Tom checked Wendy's expression first, and then turned his head to check on the four children who fell into the water after seeing that she was not ill.They were all boys, and he had seen one of them before, the freshman who was looking for an owl on the train, with panic in his big black eyes.

"Looks like it's just a few chokes," Yost said.

The four children were all sober, and at this moment they also had the real feeling of surviving after the catastrophe, and they all expressed their thanks.

Tom's face was stinky, like a flower on a high mountain.Just because of these little brats, Wendy is a little bit bad again, isn't it a big deal to be one year younger?

Alphard laughed, and one of them gave a drying spell to appease them.

The lake gradually calmed down.After Old Ogg settled down, the other freshmen came in a hurry, before they arrived: "Tom, good boy! Good boy!" He obviously knew Tom, or in other words, every member of Tom's staff at Hogwarts There is a high degree of favorability there. "Thanks to you, otherwise something big will happen today!"

"Tom..." The owl boy looked at Tom with admiration.

Tom frowned and interrupted him unceremoniously: "My name is Riddle."

"You saved my life, Mr. Riddle."

Tom had a chill: "No, Miss Carter, Mr. Black, and Mr. Weasley also made great efforts."

Wow!The idol is still so humble!The adoring eyes turned into four ways.

The little owl boy who was led away by Old Ogg turned his head step by step. "I, my name is Malcolm McGonagall," he called out.

Because of this thrilling episode on the road and the crazy acting of the old horse "Rhubarb" afterwards, Tom and his party were late without any accident.

"Unfortunately, I still want to watch the branch. I don't know if it's over." Yost sighed while walking quickly.

Alphard looked at his pocket watch: "According to the time, you should be able to catch up with half of it. Anyway, there are four Tom's admirers who are slower than us, and they go around from the underground pier."

Tom: "If that McGonagall gets into Slytherin, I'll tear the sorting hat off."

"Hahaha," Yost laughed, "Maybe all four of them will enter Slytherin, such a thing is not good."

The sorting hat didn't kill him after all, and Malcolm McGonagall, the younger brother of Minerva McGonagall, was sorted into Hufflepuff.However, one of the four rescued freshmen was sorted into Slytherin, a dark-haired boy named Nott.

"Not?" Wendy got herself two fried chicken legs, and felt that the name seemed to be heard before.The jaws of the Ravenclaws around were about to drop: Wendy, who always eats a light diet, actually ate fried chicken legs, two more?

"Are you hungry?" Little friend Rolanda Hooch nudged her.

"Hungry!" Wendy nodded, she would be hungry after her mana was consumed.She put aside the suspected Death Eater name of "Knott" and buried herself in replenishing the ATP, so she didn't notice that after the eight students who arrived late, there was a student who entered the cafeteria later.

Finn Cook is a third-year student of Slytherin, a Muggle-born, not handsome, with average grades.There was fresh dust on his robes and a few scrapes on his hands and face.He limped in silently, sat silently at the end of the long Slytherin table, and silently ate the food closest to him.

Like a transparent person, no one pays attention to him.Even Slytherin head Slughorn continued to eat the food on the plate with a big smile on his face.

There was a twinkle in Tom's eyes, and Slughorn saw it.The teacher's seat is facing the gate, so it's impossible not to see it.Dumbledore's brows were frowned, but it was inconvenient for him to act in the presence of the head of Slytherin.

The dining room was very noisy, but Flint Jr. of the Walburga party could still be heard bragging to others about how he bullied Cook. "I kicked him in the ass, and he fell off the carriage, and fell like a dog... Who gave him the guts to ride in the same carriage with noble pure-bloods... Shame on Slytherin..."

Half the people were laughing, the other half were silent.

Campus bullying, everyone who knows is a perpetrator.

[1] The Thestrals that pull the carriage at Hogwarts were domesticated and bred by Hagrid, and Hagrid was still young when Voldemort was a student.So the setting here is a horse-drawn cart.

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