HP Wendy's crossing running account

After discovering the traces of the peepers, Tom and Wendy have a direction.It's better to show one's feet than to be leaky.It is also easy to know the identity of the peeping person, just ask Mrs. Gray.

But, Mrs. Cinder—

Wendy rubbed her forehead with a headache, the aura between her and Madame Cinder couldn't be described as cold.Also, the Gray Lady has been hanging around Pince this semester.Speaking of which, the signs about the crown are quite obvious.

She didn't want to bow down to Mrs. Cinder, and didn't know if she would startle the snake by asking directly, so she froze, feeling unhappy and ran to the library again, read a few baskets of books and took notes and wrote several books, but she was still aggrieved.Grindelwald's lack of major movements is like a sword hanging above his head that has not fallen, which is more anxiety-provoking than actually moving a knife or a gun.The peeper never showed up again, and the time passed into November in a flash.

It's a sunny morning, and everyone seems to be jumping with excitement.

"What's the matter?" Wendy scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal.

The little friend Rolanda showed a surprised expression: "Are you awake? Today is the Quidditch match!"

"Oh? Oh! Your game?"

Rolanda chuckled, "You're really confused. The first game is Slytherin vs. Gryffindor." She poked Wendy's face with her finger, and Wendy gave her a puffed cheek.

Speaking of which, this is also Wendy's first time participating in a school-wide Quidditch event.When she was in the first grade, she lay down in the medical room for more than a month because of an accident in flying class, and she lay down several Quidditch matches.After Christmas, she indulged in the research of the Forbidden Magic Field again, let alone watching the game.

Now there are Grindelwald's eyes and ears lurking in the campus. She is inconvenient to do many things in order not to be conspicuous. Watching Quidditch matches has become a good way to kill time.

Wendy equipped herself with scarves, gloves, snacks and drinks, and followed Rolanda to the Ravenclaw stand.Halfway across the field, the stands of Slytherin and Gryffindor were already flying with flags, and the shouts were loud.

Rolanda pulled out her weird pocket watch: "The game starts in 7 minutes and 33 seconds."

Wendy felt the cheerful atmosphere around her, closed her eyes, and comfortably enjoyed the coolness of the autumn wind.But gradually, something was wrong with the voice in my ear.She opened her eyes: "Have you started?"

Rolanda looked blank: "I don't know. There seems to be a quarrel in the Slytherin take-off room."

Wendy leaned on the railing and looked out. The take-off room was about four stories high. From a distance, there was only a door opening, and inside was a green robe.

After 5 minutes, the Gryffindor Quidditch team had all flown into the sky under the leadership of McGonagall, and Slytherin was still in the take-off room.The flight instructor who was the referee rode in on a broomstick.

After a few more minutes, the Slytherins flew out one by one.

The game started.

Quaffles and Bludgers flew all over the field.Wendy just looked silly and happy, but looking at it, she couldn't see something wrong.There is clearly something wrong with the Slytherin team's chemistry, especially the Chaser.The Gryffindor girls, Vivienne and Glenn, scored goals one after another, but Slytherin's pass was interrupted at every turn.Less than 20 minutes into the game, the score reached 60-0.

Rolanda, who was watching the game and kept a notebook to record the enemy's situation, frowned.

Wendy elbowed her little friend: "Is the Slytherin team so bad? I think they have a lot of confidence when they confront McGonagall."

Rolanda sniffed: "Their Chaser made more than ten turnovers."

Just then, Slytherin called a timeout.Seven brooms landed one after another, and then saw one of the Chasers being scolded bloody by the captain Monta.However, the development of the situation did not allow them to reverse their disadvantages.Because Gryffindor's Seeker, the second-year rookie Prewett quickly caught the Snitch.The little boy held the golden ball high and flew among his classmates to show off.

Is this the end?

The one-sided game situation left many people unsatisfied.

There were many complaints from the Slytherin crowd.Then the truth gradually spread: Chaser Matthew Larry was absent, and Slytherin had to find a substitute who had been on the bench for ten thousand years, but the level and tacit understanding were far worse.

"Muggleborns are unreliable!" Lucretia's voice in the crowd was harsh.

Monta's face was so gloomy that dripping water: "Where did he go? What could be more important than Quidditch?"

"If there is any problem, find someone first and talk about it."

Wendy recognized the last words as Tom's voice, and then saw Tom in a silver and green scarf pushing through the crowd toward her.

Tom took her arm hastily: "It's not right."

"What's wrong?" She stumbled and was dragged to the shadow of the castle by Tom, her complexion changed, "You mean...that person?"

Tom didn't speak, and rested his chin on her shoulder as if looking for courage, and his black hair tickled her cheek.

Wendy hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand to pat the bamboo horse's back: "Isn't that right, look for someone first. Maybe it's just a prank or an accident."

Tom's black gem-like eyes flickered: "Dumbledore, you left Hogwarts yesterday. Because the saints made representations to the British Ministry of Magic, a lot of peacemakers suddenly appeared in the Wizengamot. He will not You have to argue with them if you like, otherwise the saints should be stationed in the British Ministry of Magic..."

Wendy could only feel the Yin Qi creeping up from her heels little by little, making every strand of her hair stiff from the cold.

The first day was fairly calm, the little wizard loves to be adventurous, disappearing for a few hours is not new.In the evening, Matthew Larry did not go back to the dormitory; in the next day, he did not go to class.This time, the professors also felt something was wrong.Slughorn mobilizes the Slytherin students to search for someone in the castle, but finds nothing.

On the third day, the whole school was under martial law.The professors took the sixth and seventh graders to the Forbidden Forest in shifts.Later, the portraits and ghosts in the castle, the centaurs and unicorns in the Forbidden Forest were all mobilized.Matthew Larry, however, seemed to have evaporated from the world, neither alive nor dead.

Wendy sat in the corner seat of the library with a tome with yellow pages in her arms, pretending to read the book but actually exchanging information with Tom and Alphard.Under the Silencing Curse, they still lowered their voices.

"Come on, Wendy Holmes Carter. How do you think this disappearance case should be solved?"

Wendy rubbed the spine of the book, almost polishing it off. "First, who was the last to see Larry? Where? When?"

"That's easy," Alphard said. "He was seen by at least thirty people at the Slytherin table at breakfast time. Captain Monta talked to Larry a bit."

Tom then added details: "He was wearing a Quidditch uniform and carrying a broom. He looked like he was ready to play at any time. After dinner, he told Monta that he was going to the take-off room early."

"But the steward in the takeoff room swears he didn't see Larry."

Wendy stopped rubbing the back of the book, and picked the stool with her fingers instead. "Larry, as usual, I mean when there were games before, did he go to the takeoff room early?"

Tom was stunned: "You suspect that he was asked out in advance?"

Alphard got up "swipe": "I'll ask."

After a while, Alphard walked over with Monta who looked a bit haggard.

"I don't have time, the professors come to talk to me! If you have any questions, just ask!" He scratched his hair irritably, "I don't have time, I don't have time..."

His spirit was on the verge of collapse.

Wendy calmly took out a bottle of soothing medicine and pushed it over.Monta couldn't tell the difference, so he picked it up and drank it down.Finally, I can talk back normally.

"Larry is a Muggle-born, and he works harder than anyone else. Every time there is a game day, he goes to the take-off room after breakfast to get ready. You know, cleaning, heating the fire, maintaining the broom. That day , it’s no different... I heard that a ghost saw him in the corridor, walked out of the restaurant and walked in the direction of the castle gate, there was nothing unusual..."

If the assumption is overturned, it will be difficult.

It's only 5 minutes from the restaurant on the first floor to the Quidditch pitch.And a living person disappeared on this 5-minute route.

The search has already exceeded 72 hours. If it is an ordinary person, 72 hours without eating or drinking has reached the limit.The little wizards all had a premonition of the bad news, and the atmosphere was very depressing.Various speculations gradually spread.

It was Fern Cook who first accused the Walburga Party of targeting Muggleborns.Although Lucretia screamed "We didn't touch a single finger of that Mudblood", they still couldn't clear up their suspicion.After all, they have a history of framing Cook and making him fail the trials.Bloodline theorists don't necessarily kill people heartlessly, but they never bully people seriously.A miss is not impossible.Flint, Bock, and Walburga were all called to talk to the principal's office, but they didn't get any results.

Lucretia was cornered, and bit Gryffindor back, and everyone said that the Gryffindor Quidditch team used improper means to win, but Minerva McGonagall was so angry that her mouth was crooked .For this reason, Slytherin and Gryffindor fought a lot.

"Are they out of their minds?" Jost angrily dragged Wendy to pour out his bitterness in the Charms class, "We caught the Snitch in less than 10 minutes, even if Larry was there, he couldn't get back." God. Why did we hide Larry? If we really did, we'd knock Monta unconscious and put him in a sack."

Wendy had a headache and was in no mood to comfort Weasley.Both she and Tom were skeptical of the saints.Not seeing people alive, not seeing dead bodies, this is beyond the level of strength of the little wizard.

But why Larry?She couldn't think of a motive.

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