HP Wendy's crossing running account

"No, no, this won't work." Pince shook his head like a rattle, his black hair falling out of braids, looking messy.Her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were full of resistance. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone..." she whimpered, "we're still children...you can't make me do this..."

"Oh, if you don't do it, are you implying that I should do it? Pince, you are such a hypocritical bad girl."

"I……"

"You've always hated Miss Carter, haven't you?"

"Then I don't want to get rid of her..." She finally cried out, "I quit! I quit!" She pulled the crown off her head and threw it on the ground, "Take it back, I quit!"

"Think about it, it's not just about losing the professor's praise or perfect grades. I don't care whether you will return to the ordinary look that everyone can step on," the other party showed a nasty look. Laughing, lowered his voice, "Just, do you want to be the second Malcolm McGonagall?"

Ping Si's face turned pale, and even the tears were frightened.After a while, she murmured with trembling lips: "Does it have to be like this? Why does it have to be like this? She didn't happen to meet us in the mirror like the first two people..."

"She's suspicious of me!" The man held up a crumpled piece of draft paper, almost touching Pince's eyelid, "She found at least 27 mirrors by calculation! She found the Black Lake! With her It's only a matter of time before Clever suspects you, we must act before she tells others, immediately! Immediately!"

"I lost a sheet of draft paper."

Wendy flipped through the schoolbag for the third time, and finally gave up on finding the last piece of manuscript paper from the leather interlayer.

She made a mistake in her busy schedule, she may have left it in the library, or it may have been knocked out of the bag while trotting and left in a certain corridor.Logically speaking, this is not a big deal, 90.00% of nine wizards can't understand what the messy lines on her draft paper are, but she just has a sense of crisis in the dark, like a light on her back.

She sorted all the papers, took a small clip, and put them in the bookcase under the bed together with the magic notes.Looking up at the clock, it was 2:50, and the Potions get out of class for Slytherin and Gryffindor would be over in 10 minutes. She might be able to discuss this matter with Tom.What are you discussing?The glass mirrors all over the castle, and the light path that reaches the bottom of the Black Lake after repeated reflections?Or an internal candidate other than Malcolm?

Dumbledore left school, and she wasn't sure whether to tell Tom her new discovery despite the ever-present surveillance.If you can't beat the opponent to death with a stick, the more you know, the faster you will die.One knows that one will die, and two knows that one will die.

But you can't leave no message at all.

Wendy opened the text message notebook, picked a page in the middle, and began to draw a sketch of Hogwarts from memory, drawing a circle for Malcolm's dormitory, and a heavy pentagram at the location of the Black Lake.Finally, the name of the suspect, left under the pentagram.It's not that she doesn't want to draw the light path diagram, it's really impossible.She hadn't finished a quarter of the exterior wall, and the ink was starting to disappear where she started.If you want concealment, you must lose some other performance.

After all the ink on this page disappeared, Wendy tore off the next page, folded it and hid it in the sleeve of her right hand.After doing all this, she put the text message notebook with her other black leather notebooks.

Lifting her shoulders, she froze.His eyes stayed on the full-length mirror in the corner for a long time and could not move away.The mirror had been in their room for months, but it couldn't help being creepy at this juncture.Memories suddenly and clearly appeared in my mind——

"Are the two of them fighting again?"

"Fancourt said that Pince placed the mirror in an unlucky position, and Pince became very angry."

……

Speaking of which, the rare magic items that suddenly appeared in the hands of little wizards this semester, in addition to Malcolm's ear grass, and Pince's Ravenclaw crown.

Wendy raised her hand to press her forehead, also blocking her frightened gaze.Room doors, mirrors, windows, well, perfect reflection paths.

It was really dark under the lights.She slept under the surveillance of a reflection node for more than half a year!Just now I was sorting out the light path diagram draft paper in this room!What else are you playing?Playing a game of "guess when I'm going missing"?

She walked out quickly, and she had already seen each other, and both sides were racing against time.

The sun has already set in the west, and the orange sunlight spills into the corridor through the windows.From a distance, you can see little wizards flying around on the Quidditch pitch.The tired bird returned to its nest, and even the Forbidden Forest in the distance seemed peaceful and peaceful.

Wendy bit her finger, and quietly pulled the broken page from her sleeve into her palm.She didn't want to continue running, the mirrors were all over the castle, and it was only a matter of time before she was blocked again.If you are caught without a fight, you will not necessarily die. There is a high probability that you will be missing or comatose, just like the three unlucky children lying in the medical room.But if she really made a fierce resistance, a heart attack would have killed her first.

Standing opposite Wendy was Pince.She seemed to have just cried, her eyes were all loose, and her face was frighteningly pale.It was rare for Wendy to see Pingce in such a mess. She had always been a girl with extremely strong self-esteem and vanity.Especially this year, her performance has improved by leaps and bounds, making her whole body soar.

But now, what to say.Like Cinderella, whose magic disappears at midnight and is beaten back to her original form.

Wendy indifferently suppressed the unbearable feeling in her heart.Now she is the perpetrator and she is the victim.She had nothing to say to Ping Si, and Ping Si's mental state did not seem to be able to communicate.At this time, her weakness of clumsiness was revealed. If Tom was here, she might be able to coax Miss Pince to abandon the dark and turn to the bright with a clever mouth.

"I didn't do it on purpose..." the sleepwalking black-haired girl murmured to the air, "Forgive me, forgive me..." I didn't see her chanting any spells. The small wooden box of the crown appeared in midair out of thin air, and opened with a "bang" as if it had its own will.Inside is empty, only mirrors mounted on the inside of the lid reflect the warm colors of the setting sun.

Wendy's image appeared in the mirror, and disappeared in the next second, together with the entity.

Pince was the only living person left in the empty corridor.She slumped down on the cold floor, and didn't care about the baby box that lost its magic support and just sobbed repressedly: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

She didn't notice that a piece of paper lay quietly where Wendy was standing.The last letter written in blood on it slowly seeped into the fibers of the paper until it disappeared.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is relatively short QAQ.But according to the plot, it can only be broken here.