HP Wendy's crossing running account

Wendy returned to the factory first after being discharged from the hospital.The original Wilt Works was officially named the Riedel Works after independence.

Wendy didn't know how Tom convinced everyone.The manpower and equipment of the factory belong to Ralph, the funds come from the British government, and the creativity is the result of the joint efforts of the little wizards.But the factory was still grandly named the Riddle Factory.

And everyone seems to accept it well.

No matter how long they lived together, Tom always surprised her.

"Are you back?" Tom leaned his arms on the door frame, looking at her unblinkingly with deep black eyes.

"En." Wendy nodded, what should be done is still to be done, "I want to hold a meeting with everyone to discuss the plan for 'Ghost Four' and the body armor. The school will start soon, and we have to finalize it during the summer vacation." Preliminary plan."

"You talk to me like that?" Tom said. "It's very normal, like nothing happened?"

"It happened..." Wendy asked in a cautious and slow tone, "What do you mean?"

Tom's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked dangerously handsome: "I thought you would... talk to me about your troubles, about the deepest fears in your heart."

"I'm sorry if you mean the Boggart thing. It was my fault."

"No! No one cares about that goddamn boggart. No one blames you for being afraid of dark wizards. Look at the others: Avery is scared of bugs like a fool; Hooch just hugs his face and screams at vampires ;Alphad is calm but his 'funny funny' is like a psycho killer; not to mention Abu's kitty..." Tom took a deep breath, "I don't care about Boggarts, little Wendy! I just want to Know what you're afraid of?"

Wendy wanted to look away, but she had to force herself to meet Tom's aggressive gaze: "I can't tell you now, it's probably my fault."

"You—" the boy's teeth were grinding, he glared at the bodyguard five meters away, and then continued to stare at Wendy, "You really make people hate you."

He abruptly pulled out a suitcase from the room, and angrily strode towards the exit of the factory.

"You're leaving? The meeting—"

"You look for Alphard, he is our secretary-general now!" Tom didn't turn his head, and when he turned the corner, an apparition disappeared.

Alphard who has been pretending to be a wallflower: ...

"You won't come with Tom? Will you leave him alone?"

Alphard: "No... I am the secretary-general of the Wisdom Tree now, and I will stay and preside over the meeting."

Wendy was defeated: "You guys are playing like a joke. Didn't Tom call himself 'Chairman' yesterday? Is this a political organization or an economic organization?"

"That's all right, the nature of the matter Tom will take care of."

"..."

Alphard's enthusiasm for the new job of "Secretary-General" exceeded Wendy's imagination.Not only can he clearly remember the family situation of every wizarding researcher, and he cares about the summer homework of the little wizards who work and study, but he also has a hot fight with Muggles-he even learned to play the Scottish bagpipe from a cleaning staff.

By the end of the summer, the pilot, Uncle Smith, had granted Alphad access to the cockpit of the prized stealth plane.

"You like this job very much?" Wendy took the "August 41 Riedel Factory Logistics Satisfaction Survey Form" handed over by Alphard, and filled it out with a brush, "I think the types of fruits are too monotonous , I want to eat citrus."

"You will eat citrus. Let's discuss, can the trauma medicine under development not be called citrus?"

Wendy blinked: "Then... grapes?"

Alphard raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"By the way, where's Tom?" Wendy lowered her head to write, asking seemingly unintentionally.

"Tom has gone to the Rothschild's estate, and Abramovich followed him."

Wendy paused at the tip of her pen and looked up at Black.

Master Black's expression was very sincere: "He is not the kind of person who abandons responsibility just because of anger, and I don't mean to be greedy for power."

"What are you talking about?" Wendy lowered her head, "Of course you're not. I'm just wondering when the bulletproof vest project will be funded—well, if you care what I think of you. Alphard, put' If you compare Tree of Wisdom to a family, you did a great job as a 'mom'."

Alphard: "...Thank you."

"You are really well-mannered." Wendy smiled and handed him the completed "Questionnaire".

Alphard put the paper in a folder, along with hundreds of other "Questionnaires."

"What are we going to do when school starts?" Wendy asked about logistics.She is a hands-off shopkeeper herself, and it is very difficult to command remotely; I think it will be even more difficult for Alphard, who is well-rounded, to leave.

"Double-sided mirrors, owls, telephones, telegrams... the role of adult wizards in the factory is more than just researchers. Moreover, I have agreed with Professor Dumbledore that Tom and I will return to Hogsmeade every weekend when others go to Hogsmeade. Come here from the factory. Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Wendy nodded.Tom sang "bad face", Alphard sang "red face", and the personnel and logistics really couldn't go wrong.

Although these two are only 15 years old, the Caucasian people grow up fast, and they already look like adults at the age of 15.The character is relatively precocious, and drinking some aging potions or doing some facial modification can make people bluff whether it is in the wizarding world or the Muggle world.

Alphard was able to be trusted by the workers so quickly, also thanks to the aging agent.Even among the young wizards living in the factory, only Wendy doesn't use aging agents.The boys seem to be looking forward to growing up quickly and gaining the right to speak as adults, even the researcher Jost Weasley and the young Knott are not exempt.

Wendy sent Alphad away, returned to the room and began to sort out the materials and pack the luggage.The bookcase with the space extension spell was a Christmas gift given to her by Tom last year. In addition to being able to take away half of the magic books in the study room, it also has a semi-intelligent book-finding function.

Wendy sat on the packed bookcase and looked at the bed in a daze.There are many things in her mind: the orphanage has not been here for a year, and now the factory is her residence; she still has rooms in Ralph Manor and Malfoy Manor, and her material life is very good; but she has no real sense of perfection She has never had a real home in this world, or she has never had a real home in this world; from Susan to Ralph to Dumbledore, she has encountered a lot of kindness and love, but she almost has nothing to say about home; Everyone raves about it, only Tom is the closest to his family...

She missed Tom a little bit, and this kind of missing was filled with the pain of guilt and fear tearing each other.

That's it for fourth grade.

Wendy didn't see Tom again until the school-opening feast.He sat under the admiring gaze of half the Slytherins, smiling impeccably.

Entering the fourth grade, like a lion gradually growing a mane, Tom began to establish the prestige of the ruler of the territory.And Wendy didn't even know when this change started.

With Wendy's calmness, it is inevitable to feel lost, and even Pomona Sprout, the future headmaster, being assigned to Hufflepuff cannot attract her attention.

According to instinct, Wendy hoped to restore the relationship with Tom; but when she rationally analyzed the feasibility of this plan, she had to admit that even if she confessed her past life and time travel, it would not help, but would completely collapse the game. Cut off all her escape routes.

Is it really time to drift away?

That is also impossible.

Wendy said to herself, that is also impossible.

In early October, the sky just began to drizzle.It's a bit cooler.A cold, wet winter beckons ahead.Wendy sat alone under a beech by the Black Lake.This is the third weekend she has spent alone since the beginning of school.

Other members of the "Tree of Wisdom" went to the factory and invited Professor Slughorn to watch the semi-finished "Citrus One".Only Wendy stayed behind, immersed in the design of the body armor.

With a flick of her finger, a rune representing defense was formed in the air, silently propping up a transparent rainproof layer for her.

Over the past few days, she has thoroughly understood all kinds of magical principles that form physical shields, but to achieve low cost and confidentiality at the same time, she still has to work hard on materials.

Wendy walked towards the Forbidden Forest in the increasingly heavy raindrops, and halfway through, she suddenly realized that unicorns would not go out in such weather, and turned back to the castle.

At this moment, a tall and strong figure broke into her sight.Rubeus Hagrid crouched furtively behind Professor Kettleburn's house with a cardboard box in his arms.

"what are you doing?"

The second-year half-blood giant let out an "ah" and almost jumped up.

Wendy frowned, she could see clearly, there was a fire crab lying in Hagrid's cardboard box, it was blue, and the color was very nice.

"I...I...you are that...that...I..." He is already over 1.9 meters tall, and Wendy still needs to look up to him given her tall height in recent years.But Hagrid's expression was that of a frightened child.

"Let me guess." Wendy said, "You secretly raised a fire crab, but it fell ill." That's right, the beautiful blue color of the fire crab is a sign of declining energy in the body.

Tears rolled in Hagrid's eyes: "Poor boy, he won't eat anything since yesterday."

"You want to put it into Professor Kettleburn's group of fire crabs and let the professor cure it." Wendy continued.

"That's right." Hagrid lowered his head, "I've read a lot of books, but I still can't help it."

"Don't you know? Professor Kettleburn is away on a trip and won't be back until next Tuesday."

"what……"

Wendy pulled out her light yellow fir wand and tapped on the edge of the cardboard box: "The temperature is constant."

The cardboard box, which was drenched in the rain, dried instantly, and still exuded warm heat.The fire crab hiding in the shell poked its head out cautiously, slowly rubbing against the padding in the box.

"Don't listen to some fool's book, just feed it the flame. It's just not used to climate change."

"Thanks..." Hagrid's dark eyes were moist, but Wendy's next words cut off his further gratitude. "You'd better give it to the professor to raise it. It's going to be an adult soon, and you don't want it to burn down the Gryffindor dormitory, do you?"

Hagrid was dejected: "It's my friend."

Wendy couldn't bear to pat the big man on the head, but she had to give up considering the height difference.

"You can try to make friends with your classmates." Wendy said, "You will have a lot of new friends. Your blue fire-breathing cutie will also have a group of new friends who also like fire. And , although separated, you can come and see it every day.”

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