HP Wendy's crossing running account

"You'd better figure out what you're talking about." Tom gritted his teeth, his handsome face was full of ferocity, which frightened Rolanda Hooch quite a bit.

The dark circles under the eyes of the little witch looked like giant pandas, and there were several streaks of blood around Xinghuang's pupils.She muttered: "I'm not talking nonsense, she has never stayed out at night..."

Alphard grabbed Tom who was about to rush forward: "Are you sure? Do the professors know?" After Larry and Vivienne reunited and the background of the Saint Eargrass was exposed, everyone thought the disappearance was over. All kinds of defensive measures in the school were also withdrawn.If this was really the third case of disappearance, it would be a big deal, and a few little wizards couldn't help it.

Rolanda shook her head wearily: "The prefect already knows it, and the professor probably knows it too...Last night, everyone didn't sleep well, and Pince and Fancourt were quite frightened."

Tom's fingers clenched tightly one by one, and the nails almost bleed from the palm of his hand.Wendy was missing, Wendy was missing, the news made his brain buzz, and he couldn't think at all.As long as he thought that when Wendy was in danger, he was flirting with the little Slytherins, he wished he could strangle himself to death one day before.

Thinking about it, his complexion became more and more gloomy, he didn't want any modest and gentle face, turned around and walked out.The leather shoes stepped on the stone floor of the second basement floor, and there was a murderous look in every footstep.

Alphard quickly trotted two steps and grabbed him, and shouted in a low voice: "Calm down! It's just one night, maybe I fell asleep while reading in some classroom..."

Tom turned his face, and he could already see that the handsome three-dimensional facial features were tense in a numb manner. "She won't." His voice was hoarse, like a traveler short of water in the desert, "She knows the danger, and she won't spend the night alone."

Alphard sighed, can't you be a little easier to deceive?Such a witty fool is your friend. "Look...the herbal medicine class that Slytherin and Ravenclaw will have together soon, shall we go to the class as usual? In case Wendy is fine, she will definitely go to the class...Professor Gamp is going to talk about ears today. The history of grass, Wendy has been looking forward to for a long time..."

The expression on Mr. Riddle's face was unpredictable. He glanced at the cautious Alphard, then at the precarious Rolanda, and finally took a deep breath. "Listen to you."

Alphard felt sad all of a sudden, such a strong and reliable person would say such a thing.It can be seen that Tom is panicked.

In the morning, Wendy didn't show up in herbal medicine class.

At noon, the news of Miss Carter's disappearance exploded in the restaurant.

"Sure enough, it's still aimed at Muggles."

"If you want me to say, the adults are all wrong, and it has nothing to do with saints..."

"You mean - the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?"

"Shh, that's not what I said."

"I don't think it has anything to do with Blake. That young lady has been trying to tell Larry to get out of the Quidditch team. Malcolm is the younger brother of her nemesis McGonagall. As for Carter who had an accident this time—your first-year friend I know, but we know—last year she attacked Miss Carter in the treatment room, and she was punished by the school for it. If it weren't for the power of the Black family..."

"We - didn't - touch - that - Mudblood -"

"It has nothing to do with me, Blake, our family has been pure blood for hundreds of years, you can check it yourself."

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Tom ignored the surrounding voices, but mechanically chewed the steak in his mouth, as if grinding it into minced meat.After the disappearance really came to fruition, he restrained his emotions instead.Looking carefully, there is still a motionless smile on the corner of his mouth.

Alphard, sitting beside him, glanced at Tom, and shook; looked again, and shook again.What to do, my little friend seems to be perverted...

"You don't have to."

"No need?" Tom wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully with a napkin, "I think you are right, the more I need to be calm at this time." He showed Alphard a standard smile showing eight teeth, In exchange, Young Master Black trembled again.

Fell, I can't live this day.

Alphard, who couldn't make a living, naturally pulled Rolanda to top the tank.

"Recall carefully, was there anything unusual before Wendy disappeared?"

Rolanda was sitting upright, she was afraid of Tom, no matter whether he was smiling or grim, she was terrified. "It's strange to say that she was writing and drawing on scratch paper during Charms class yesterday... But, isn't she always like this? Writing something on Muggle scratch paper that I can't understand." She clutched the hem of her shirt. "So I didn't think much about it at first, but just now, I discovered that Wendy's things had been flipped, and all her draft papers were gone."

Tom closed his eyes: "This idiot."

His heart sank little by little, and finally he was completely soaked in the cold black water.Silence!Wendy must know something she shouldn't know, and the answer lies on those missing draft papers.He forced himself to think, the other party took all the draft paper, it was superfluous, and it was not clean from beginning to end, and even Rolanda could see that Wendy's things had been flipped, so it was definitely not clever.

The little wizard, the one who did it was probably the little wizard.

And being able to flip through the things in Wendy's bedroom, the possibility of being a Ravenclaw thief is very high.After all, not everyone is as good at invisibility as Wendy, and those who are good at invisibility will not be so rough.

Almost instantly, a name and a face appeared in his mind.

Tom opened his eyes: "Is Dumbledore back?"

Alphard, who was pretending to be a wallflower, was startled: "Oh? Oh. The news I heard is tomorrow night."

"it is good!"

He can't wait to go back to his room and check his texting notebook, he's now 100% sure that there will be straight-to-the-truth messages on it.When Wendy speculated about Malcolm's attack, she once said that the most likely thing for a person who realizes that he will be silenced and unable to escape is to leave a message.

But he had to restrain himself from not looking at it. The handwriting on the notebook would disappear within 3 minutes after seeing the light.And he had to use these handwritings to win Dumbledore's trust.This man trusted Wendy far more than he trusted himself.

If he acts according to his nature, Tom is more willing to solve all difficulties by himself, even if it is to face Grindelwald.But it was about Wendy's safety, he couldn't bear the slightest risk.

Work with Dumbledore.

Tom said to himself over and over again.

Work with Dumbledore.

Work with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him.Her black hair was a little messy, and she had shallow dark circles under her eyes, but her eyes were piercing, burning with a kind of half-crazed fighting spirit.

White smoke from an unknown instrument curled up, and a soothing fragrance floated in the room.On the large solid wood table, there is a black leather notebook.

"So far, it's all your guesswork." The vice principal said gently.

Tom's voice was equally calm, and he was trying his best to appear as a mature and reliable adult: "I would like to invite Mr. Dumbledore to verify this guess together."

Dumbledore didn't pay attention to the small thoughts of adolescents. If Tom would give up participating in matters related to Wendy, he would have seen a ghost—that's in Muggle terms, and ghosts are quite common in the wizarding world.

He stroked the notebook and turned to the first page.

Blank.

He looked up at Tom, and seeing Tom's unmoved face, he continued to scroll down.

Second page, third page...

The room was so quiet that only the sound of pages turning was left.

It was not until the fourth page of No.20 that I saw traces of writing.The black lines depict a campus floor plan. Although it is hand-painted and does not use props such as rulers and compasses, the proportions are surprisingly accurate."Castle", "Forbidden Forest", "Quidditch Pitch", "Greenhouse", "Black Lake", and "Malcolm's Bedroom" are simply marked on the side, which looks clear at a glance.

Also clear at a glance are the bullets and the capitalized word "Mirror" under Black Lake and Malcolm's bedroom.

"Wendy learned mechanical drawing in a Muggle factory." Tom licked his dry lips, "This is her handwriting."

Dumbledore didn't pay too much attention to the names behind "Black Lake". Instead, he tapped the word "mirror" with his slender fingers, and the brilliance flickered in his deep blue eyes.

Tom looked straight at the professor's expression: "If you think of something, you shouldn't hide it from me." Very blunt.

Dumbledore seemed to have just recovered from a fugue, and his expression was a little weird, half angry and half honored, if he had to use one word to describe it, it would be "laughing from anger": "The four most famous saints under Grindelwald One of them is the 'Mirror Mirror Messenger', who is good at surveillance magic and teleportation magic using mirrors as a medium."

Tom half opened his mouth.

Dumbledore shook his head and stopped his words. With his index finger and thumb, he spread the paper pages where the writing had completely disappeared, and turned them again.In the next second, Dumbledore heard rapid breathing from the opposite side, and the young Dark Lord could no longer control his emotions.

The red handwriting came into view, scribbled and dirty, and there were several irregular bleeds.

Scarlet.

Dumbledore struggled to read the writing on it, and waited until the blood was completely gone before waving his wand, and a cup of hot chocolate appeared in front of Tom.

"Drink."

Tom mechanically raised his glass with both hands to his lips.No amount of heat from the drink can dispel the chill in his heart, but at least the energy intake can help him regain his ability to think.

"Famous Saints..."

"That's right," Dumbledore's as if penetrating eyes fell on Tom's face, "Why did the famous saint sneak into Hogwarts? Attack the little wizard? This is too talented."

Tom lowered his head, slowly digesting what he had just seen, and gradually perfected the half-formed plan in his heart.

"I know the reason." He looked up, very serious.