HP Wendy's crossing running account

Tom had always looked down on Defense Against the Dark Arts.It's not that Professor Melles' teaching is flawed, but for the Riddle boy who often explores deep in the Forbidden Forest with the basilisk, the exercises in the third grade class are like playing.

If it weren't for the fact that Slytherin and Ravenclaw were taking this class together, Tom would have had no expectations of Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The same is true today.

On the surface, Tom still listened to the class seriously, but in fact he was already impatient.He really didn't know what a boggart, a creature that could be found in an old house, had anything to do with black magic.Being scared to death by a Boggart or something, hahahaha, sounds funny.

"Scare to death" itself is a ridiculous way to die.Tom thought he'd be terrified at times too, but he couldn't, sorry, be "scared to death".

Professor Mellors on the podium finally finished talking about the Boggart's countermeasures: the spell "funny funny" and laughing. "Next, let's have a practical lesson," she announced.

The little wizards all cheered up.Tom is also looking up. He is not interested in Boggarts, but he is curious about what the deepest fears of the little friends are.Well, he's also curious about his own fears, he's been fearless since he was a kid, and he doesn't know what a Boggart will become.

Thinking of this, Tom felt a little regretful.He should try it out with a Boggart first, and if the Boggart doesn't turn out to be scary enough, it'll be embarrassing in front of the class.

In order to relieve his nervousness, Tom turned to talk to Wendy: "Are you ready? The thing you are most afraid of."

Wendy rested her chin with one hand: "I don't know. I don't think I'm afraid of anything. From a biological point of view, there's nothing scary about any creature. Whether it's fangs, claws, or carapace, it's all natural selection. results, except of course magical creatures such as basilisks."

"It's not just animals, some people are afraid of ghosts."

"Ghost?" Wendy gave him a surprised look, "We live with ghosts every day."

Tom pouted in the direction of the other students.

Wendy listened attentively.Everyone chatted enthusiastically. Some people said ghouls, others mentioned mummies and zombies, and others said werewolves and vampires.

"Okay kids. If you're ready for the image of your fears, and how funny they are, let's get started. Who's the first one to show us?"

Tom smiled maliciously, and glanced at Abraxas.

Abu opened his mouth wide, pointed at himself with a questioning face.

Tom nodded affirmatively.

Master Malfoy's blond hair was listless, but he still had to be the first to raise his right hand under Tom's staring eyes: "I'll do it." Then he stood on the podium in front of a large wardrobe amidst the applause of the whole class. .

"Are you ready? I'll open the door when I'm ready," said Professor Mellors.

Young Master Malfoy nodded without saying a word with a pale face.

The door of the closet was opened, and a puff of white smoke burst out. After the white smoke cleared, a giant bobtail cat with a height of two people appeared on the field.

The black and blue fur is smooth and smooth, and the two ears are shaking.The cat sat blankly in front of the closet and licked its paws, its eyes were wet.Tilting his head, a "meow" sounded, detonating laughter in the classroom.

Even Wendy couldn't hold back her smile. "It turns out that Abu is afraid of cats."

Alphard slumped on the desk, clutching his stomach and laughing.

The calmest one was Tom. "We shouldn't use this to mock Abu," he said, ignoring the triumph of mischief in his eyes, it was quite awe-inspiring.

Standing on the stage, Abu couldn't stand it anymore.The embarrassment of being laughed at to a certain extent overwhelmed the fear, and with trembling hands, he aimed his wand at the big cat. "Funny funny."

With a scream, the cat floated into the air and rolled into a ball, getting smaller and smaller.In the end, it rolled to the size of a palm, and fell to the ground with a slap.

"Hahahahaha." The students continued to laugh.

Abu was unhappy, and ran back to Tom and Alphard with a cold face.

Alphard patted him on the back reassuringly. "It's okay, what's it like to be afraid of cats? Look at me." He then raised his right hand high: "Professor, I also want to demonstrate."

"Oh." Professor Mellors pushed his glasses to see Alphard clearly, "Okay, Mr. Black, if you insist."

Alphard happily went to the stage.Abu, who just took his seat, is still depressed: "Unless Alphard is afraid of dogs, then I can barely comfort me."

Alphard is certainly not afraid of dogs.

After the smoke cleared, what appeared in front of everyone was a row of house elf heads.

Some of the timid girls couldn't help but exclaim.The boys also gasped.

Alphard himself was unusually calm: "Funny, funny."

Small flowers of various colors grew on the top of the elf's head, which seemed to be full of vitality.Then the heads began to speak:

"Miss' beheading skills have not improved over the years, but it hurts me to death."

"It's so boring to put on a shelf."

"Shut up, you, at least it's better than working when you were alive."

"Slackers! A bunch of slackers!"

"Although you are not lazy, you are greedy. You have been coveting the pocket watch of the hostess for decades, who doesn't think you know?"

……

Alphard laughed "puchi", looking very happy.It's a pity that no one got his laugh.

Cold field.Awkward.

Abu couldn't help complaining: "Is the thinking of the Black family so strange? Obviously, the talking head is more scary..."

Wendy didn't explain, but she understood something in her heart.What Alphard fears is the slavishness of the elves being beheaded happily, and the cruel and twisted silhouette of the Black family.So when the elves started to complain, be lazy, and greedy for money, it actually broke the haze in Alphard's heart.

The queuing practice officially started.

Children have all kinds of fears.Most of them, like Abu, have shades of something specific.There are also a few similar to Alphard, which have deeper reasons for fear.

The queue moved forward slowly, and the wardrobe was getting closer and closer to Wendy.

"Don't be nervous," Tom said behind her ear. "I'm right behind you, even if you're too scared to hold your wand."

Wendy blinked: "You want to see me laugh?"

Tom laughed and said nothing.

Wendy straightened her back: "You don't necessarily have a chance. I'm not afraid of cats or dogs."

The poor Boggart turned into a goblin and a cockroach again, and finally waited for Wendy.Just a face-to-face, a powerful force of fear rushed towards it.The boggart shuddered all over, pounced on him and swallowed the fear in his stomach with excitement.

Bang, black smoke filled the entire classroom.

It was cold and damp.

In the gradually dissipating mist, a tall and thin figure in a black robe appeared in front of everyone.His complexion is an inhuman white, his eyes are a little scary red, he has no hair, and no bridge of nose, just two slender nostrils above his bloodless lips.

He held a wand in his bony hand, which showed his identity as a wizard, but he didn't look like a human at all, and he was completely a refined product of black magic.

evil, dark.

There is no better word to describe the monster in front of me than these two words.Just one look from him can make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Wendy stared blankly at "Voldemort" walking towards her step by step.His calm look seemed to be the master of this classroom, and that malicious look almost pierced her.

So this is ah.

The body was so cold that she seemed to lose consciousness, and then a "cruciatus" hit her.Wendy's body slammed heavily on the legs of the desks in the first row, and the extreme pain made her bow like a shrimp.

It hurts, is this the Cruciatus Curse?It was so painful that people's consciousness was blurred.

There were faint crying sounds one after another in my ears.There was chaos in the classroom. "Funny funny" has long since lost its usefulness.Professor Mellors, who tried to put the Boggart back in the closet, was also knocked down by a spell from "Voldemort".

This Boggart was completely out of control, and no matter who stood in front of it, Voldemort's image was unbreakable.

"Run!" I don't know who was the first to shout this sentence.Hula la, all the little wizards ran towards the door, but it was a pity that even using "alahoo hole" to open the door of the classroom that had been cast with black magic would not help.

Fear spread in the classroom, and the body of "Voldemort" became more and more solid.He glanced at the chaotic crowd mockingly, and then turned his gaze back to Wendy.

Wendy had already survived the first wave of severe pain, and now she was half kneeling on the ground, holding her wand tightly with her twitching hands.Her eyes were a little distracted, and she murmured: "Awada Awada Awada..."

The unicorn wand trembled without casting a single spell.

"What are you talking about? My girl. Oh——Avada, you want to kill me? Just because of your innocent heart and pure and fragile soul?" Pointing to Wendy's chin, "Do you need me to teach you the real killing intent? Listen up, Ava—"

"No!" Tom's "shattered bones" flew over behind the word "no", causing "Voldemort" to snort, interrupting the death curse that was about to blurt out.

However, the dark wizard who was as thin as a snake didn't seem to have suffered much damage. He carefully looked at Tom from head to toe, and suddenly "Jie Jie" laughed strangely: "Oh——you want to protect this girl No way—no way. This kind of flimsy spell can’t win me. Your spell can’t hurt me.” His voice was full of indescribable bewitchment: “Be decisive, how about Avada? ? Avada might be useful. You have to make up your mind quickly, or else—— Cruciatus!"

The second Cruciatus Curse hit Wendy.

Tom just felt all the blood rushing to the top of his head, and the huge anger made him unable to breathe.madman!This is a madman who takes pleasure in torturing people!

"Ava—"

"Tom!" Although Wendy was trembling all over, she shouted very clearly.

Tom ignored it, finishing the spell in a fit of irrational rage: "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light on the tip of the stick flashed and then dissipated.The spell failed.

"Tsk tsk, you can't do it. When I was your age, I used the death curse to kill small animals. Tsk tsk, no, you probably lived too happily and forgot the taste of darkness." He said As if losing interest in Tom, he knocked him away with a spell, "Then you can continue to watch me torture the little girl."

The third Cruciatus Curse hit Wendy.

The pain almost burned her internal organs, as if countless needles were accurately pierced at every painful end of the body.The mind suddenly became clearer, as if the spirit and the body had been disconnected.Wendy struggled to sit up from the ground, she succeeded, and she even began to control the unconscious twitching of her body.

"Oh, the will is commendable. Why don't you try it? Avada?"

The fourth Cruciatus hit Wendy.

The pain threshold does not rise under repeated stimulation, as if the neurotransmitters between the pain-sensing nerves are endless.Wendy stood up slowly while thinking about the knowledge of physiology.The four Cruciatus Curse, after this incident is over, she probably accepted some of them.

"You're tempting me." Wendy said, her voice was trembling at first, but she became more and more fluent as she spoke, "You think that as long as I use the death curse, I will degenerate into a dark wizard like you. But this is a false proposition, If I were not thrilled by death itself, but happy that I saved innocent lives from your hands."

Wendy sideways dodged the fifth Cruciatus Curse as she spoke.She stood firm, like a healthy person.

"I never thought of any other solution. Avada Kedavra."

The unicorn's wand shone with pure white light as if inspired, and the spell shot out and hit the boggart card Dark Lord's chest accurately.The dark creatures were wiped out amidst screams.

It was as if an invisible unicorn was running in the classroom, dispelling the cold and bringing light and warmth back to the world.

Wendy stood gracefully on the podium, with a face as calm as a portrait in a church, but the tears were raging on her face, dripping down her chin and hitting the fir wand, splashing milky white light.

She braced herself and walked towards the door.The crowd automatically made way for her.

Finally, after she opened the classroom door, the breath she held in her chest broke.

Wendy lost consciousness.

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Caught off guard a mouthful of glass slag, happy to eat.