HP Wendy's crossing running account

Dark sky with motionless gray clouds.A neat sidewalk paved with stone bricks extends from the foot to the distance.

Walking forward in a daze, perhaps for a few hours, or perhaps for less than a minute, white things appeared in the distance on the green belt by the roadside.

Wendy squinted her eyes, it was a corpse.

Countless corpses are lined up quietly like this, like a grand sleeping party.

As we approached and passed by, we found that these corpses were not in good condition—they were lying on their backs, sides, or prone, and their hands and feet were not placed properly, or were pressed under them, or overlapped with the people next to them. together.The only thing that can be seen is that there is no obvious trauma.

The body continued to walk forward in disbelief.The corpses like dolls in the window spread all the way to the sky, and there was no end to it.

Wendy faintly felt the disobedience, such a scene seemed familiar.Her heart skipped a beat, she stopped and turned back, and saw a corpse at her feet split in two in the abdomen, the lower body disappeared into the air strangely, internal organs flowed out from the cut, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Immediately afterwards, the second corpse broke apart.

third tool.

fourth tool.

……

The red flowers all over the ground spread like a virus, heading for endless distance.Red fluid flooded the ankles.

Wendy calmed down instead.She looked up at the almost red sky.

This is probably a dream.

Wendy sat up in the dark, her pajamas were already soaked, sticking to her back was uncomfortable.She reached out and summoned the water glass on the bedside table.A sip of cold water poured into his throat, shaking from head to toe.

At this time, she has already recalled what the densely packed corpses were on the green belt. It was a photo of World War II she had seen in a middle school textbook many years ago-"A child walking on a field full of corpses at a quiet noon On the way to the concentration camp."Afterwards, those scenes that ruptured from the abdomen and disappeared from the lower body were undoubtedly the black wizard she killed with the red storm ball.

Mixing things that have nothing to do with time, place, and background, dreams are just so unreasonable.

Wendy pulled back the thick silk curtains around the big bed.It was still early in the morning, and a light morning light poured in from the window, illuminating the dimly lit bedroom.She had no sleepiness, and the dream was still circling in her mind. On September 9, the German army invaded Poland, and then Britain and France declared war on Germany.Word spread throughout the school through Malcolm McGonagall on September 1th.Except for some pure-blood little wizards who have nothing to do with themselves, most people are panicked.

On September 9, the news that Grindelwald officially entered the German Ministry of Magic hit the headlines of the Daily Prophet, and everyone couldn't calm down.

World War II began.

Wendy looked at a quiet bedroom with beautiful and luxurious furniture as it was a thousand years ago.

World War II started, not only the World War II that she knew from the history textbooks in her previous life, but also the turmoil in the wizarding world hidden behind that World War II.

She is probably lucky, she is still young, only in the second grade, far below the age to go to the battlefield.She just needs to study step by step and honestly, and when she graduates, everything will be settled.

But she was unlucky again, and the crisis hit the nerve called "intuition" again and again, and her strength was far from enough to face the adult dark wizard.But she has already intervened in the resurrection stone, so... there is no way to turn back.

"Click."

The crisp sound of the door lock broke the tranquility of the room, and also interrupted Wendy's meditation.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of scraping cloth and clinking of books and boxes from the curtain of the next bed.This is Miss Irma Pince's bed. She seems to have woken up a long time ago, but she doesn't know what to do in bed.Especially when they heard someone coming in and packed things in a hurry, it was a bit like "there is no silver 300 taels here".

It was Rolanda Hooch who opened the door and came in, wearing a heavy sportswear, holding her beloved broom in her hand, and her boots were still stained with mud.

"Did you go to training secretly?" Wendy also spoke in a normal volume with Pince's movement in front of her.

Rolanda was taken aback by Wendy's voice, and then patted her chest: "Why did you wake up so early today? You...don't tell anyone."

Ping Si's voice came again and again from behind the curtain: "Huh!"

"Good Pings, please please." Rolanda put a pack of candies on Pings' bedside table with a playful smile.Then, she looked left and right like a thief, and used "clean up" to cover up all the traces of her going out.

Wendy sighed, this obviously wasn't the first time.No matter how turbulent it was outside, the most important thing for Rolanda was the Quidditch team trials.This cannot but be said to be the success of Hogwarts.

"Flying in the dark, be careful."

"Yeah." Rolanda changed into her daily robe, went to Wendy's bedside, and gave her the still warm pumpkin pie. "I know it. Hey, tell me, what is Pince doing in there secretly? I'm going to do flight training, but she wakes up at the same time as me every day."

"I listen to the sound, maybe I'm reading a book."

"That's not necessary to draw the curtains tightly. I tried to stuff candy in the curtains the day before yesterday, and she lost her temper with me."

"I said it! This is my privacy!" Miss Pince's voice was sharp.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I know you are working hard when you get up early, and you already got two E's for your transfiguration homework this semester..."

"What do you mean?!" Pingsi opened the curtain and rushed out in his pajamas, "I have to work hard to get an E, and she!" Pingsi pointed at Wendy, "Sleep until eight every day and still get an O! "

Rolanda: ...I'm to blame for your Transfiguration.

Wendy: ...My grades are really my fault.

Miss Carter, who was affected by innocence, carefully considered her words: "God rewards you, you will get better and better."

"Yes, yes." Rolanda quickly continued, "Two days ago, I heard Professor Flitwick say that you are the fastest-growing student he has ever taught."

Ping Si let out a heavy "hum", entered the bathroom, slammed the door, and then there was the sound of "squeaking" water from inside.

No matter how turbulent the outside world is, the most important thing for Pince is to compete with his roommates because of his homework grades or the professor's praise.This cannot but be said to be the success of Hogwarts.

"The Quidditch trials will be held this weekend."

This news well dilutes the haze brought about by the war.Both the British mainland and the British wizarding world are outside the battlefield, and the young British wizards have devoted themselves to this activity with great enthusiasm.Not only the little wizards in the second grade, but also many senior students signed up one after another.

Due to the uneasy situation before, the management of Hogwarts also vigorously promoted this activity, trying to get the students out of the panic atmosphere.Not only is the time advanced, but the school's broom library is also updated.

"I heard that the selection can use the school's new broom."

"'Sweeping Samsung' 11, 'Comet 180' 12, the school spent a lot of money."

Wendy was cutting pieces of pancakes on her plate while listening to the chattering news on the table. "'Comet 180', if I remember correctly, your broom is also a 'Comet 180'."

Rolanda nodded, with obvious pride on her face: "That's right. This is the broom with the best braking performance so far. It's very suitable for playing games."

"Ah! It's a four-star sweep! This one hasn't been officially released yet." A distant exclamation overwhelmed the noise of the entire restaurant.

Wendy and Rolanda looked at each other.

The voice came from the Slytherin table.Six black owls brought a long package from the sky and landed in front of Alphard, which contained the latest broom of the sweeping company that had been discontinued due to the war.Master Alphard Black, who has always been low-key, suddenly became the enviable focus.

Rolanda smiled wryly and shook her head: "You can even buy this kind of concept broom that hasn't passed the performance test, as expected of the Black family."

Wendy patted her on the shoulder: "You fly better than him, sweeping the Seven Stars is useless."

Rolanda showed a big smile, her small face flushed with excitement: "You really think so? Oh, Wendy, I, I'm so happy. Because Alphard is also your friend, I thought..."

"Why? I'm just telling the truth, you just fly better than him."

Rolanda hugged Wendy and kissed her hard on the cheek.It doesn't matter, I don't care how much Riddle scratches me with a knife.

The little girls in Ravenclaw are full of fighting spirit, but the little gentlemen in Slytherin on the other end are not in a good mood.Alphard hugged his new broom and worried, while Tom secretly thought of a way to torment Rolanda without Wendy finding out.

"I'm really—" the dog beeped.Alphard wanted to curse.

"The young master rebelliously played Quidditch, and found that his sister was very supportive?" Tom looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Alphard covered his face. "Please don't tell me."

"And then? You don't want to play Quidditch now?" Tom felt hot when he thought of Walburga's expression of "I'm proud of my brother". "Walburga is a patron of the Slytherin Quidditch team, didn't you do your research?"

Alphard: ...

"You see, you don't care about your sister at all. You don't even know she likes Quidditch."

Alphard: ...

"Before you officially joined the Quidditch team, she gave you an expensive four-star sweep."

Alphard wiped his face and stood up from the sofa.

"Where?"

"Go...go thank my sister."

Tom laughed and got up to follow.

They walked down the hallway from the bedroom to the common room.As soon as the door opened, Lucretia's high-pitched voice was heard. "One or two, if you ask me, Mudbloods aren't qualified to play Quidditch!"

Fern Cook stood there stubbornly, letting the malicious eyes of the Walburga party rest on him.His voice was very low, but there was no trace of timidity or wavering: "Every student has the right to participate in the selection of the college's Quidditch team."

The current members of the Slytherin Quidditch team standing nearby were also embarrassed. There was now a Muggle-born player on the team.Matthew Larry, in the fourth grade, was recognized by the entire academy by virtue of his Quidditch skills.Now, Cook clearly wants to replicate this success.

"Van der Waals Monta, you are the captain, tell me." Lucretia was not at all polite when instructing the seniors.

Captain Monta is a big guy who is not good at dealing with women.He was dissatisfied with Lucretia's pointing fingers, but his character couldn't lower his face to argue with a girl younger than him.

Alphard nudged Tom, who understood.

"The opportunity is equal to everyone." Tom said, "The team is going for the Quidditch Cup. Of course, the person who rides the best broom is selected, not..." The person with the purest blood .

The team members nodded one after another, that's the reason, not to mention that everyone cooperates well with Muggle-born Matthew Larry, and they don't mind having another Muggle-born.

Flint, Walburga's number one thug, sneered: "When will the second graders be able to talk?"

Alphard smiled: "What did you say? I just had tinnitus."

Flint: ...

Walburga smiled at the sight of Alphard and waved to him.

Alphard walked over with a standard smile on his face: "Sister, it is too eye-catching to directly disqualify others from participating in the selection. Among other things, even Professor Slughorn would not agree to it. He always cares about face."

Walburga nodded, and raised his chin contemptuously towards Cook: "Be grateful to my brother, Mudblood, you can participate in the selection. But, whether you can participate in the selection is one thing, and whether you can be selected is another. It's over."

Cook bowed, hiding the anger and anxiety in his eyes.

Tom's eyes flickered, this matter is not over yet.If Walburga can't do any tricks, he doesn't believe it. How could this woman let a Muggleborn be in the same team as her noble brother.So the Muggle-born that the Quidditch team currently has isn't completely safe either.

Matthew Larry took the Muggle seed to chat about Quidditch.Alphard chatted with his sister for a while and then left.From the beginning to the end, he didn't say anything about thanking him.

Standing on the seesaw of conscience and affection, Alphard is also an unfortunate child.