HP Wendy's crossing running account

"Your eyes are the most beautiful sapphires, and your hair is like the sunshine of an Aegean summer morning. Allow me to praise you, my goddess—ha! goddess?" Tom's dark eyes stared sullenly at the soon-to-be A crying first-year Hufflepuff. "Since you want to chase after a goddess, you need at least some strength to be Zeus. Let me ask you, can you make the Elixir of Blessings? Can you use the Patronus Charm? Can you write the homework for the fourth grade? Can you pass the final exam? Top three?"

The little boy in the first grade finally cried "Wow".

"You don't know anything, and you still want to chase the goddess?" Tom contemptuously crumpled the love letter in his hand and stuffed it into the other's open mouth, ignoring the other's "woo woo" and walked forward, talking to Alpha as he walked. De complained: "Valentine's Day is such a stupid holiday."

Alphard politely took the pink envelope shyly handed over by a little girl next to him, and replied casually: "Oh."

The corridors are too crowded, and the smell of adolescent restlessness is everywhere.It took half a minute for Alphard to come back to his senses and answer Tom's words: "I bet Wendy has received love letters since the first grade."

Tom stopped.

Alphard urged him to move on, and they had to go to the restaurant for dinner: "Based on her appearance and talent, this is a normal speculation. We have also been receiving love letters since the first grade."

"She didn't tell me."

Alphard was about to touch his forehead: "You didn't say that either."

Tom said sullenly: "She didn't tell me."

Alphard: ...

Alphard thought that Tom's brief madness after lunch would be over, but the reality was far more cruel than he imagined.Before the grilled steak was served, I saw a large group of pink butterflies flying in from the window, arranging a huge "ILoveYou" on the Ravenclaw dining table, and then with a "bang", the butterflies disappeared and turned into a The beautifully decorated envelope swished into Wendy's arms.

"Oh!" The little wizards booed around Wendy.

Even the little girl in Slytherin blushed: "Oh, so romantic."

"a?"

"I really want to know."

"Will she open letters here?"

Tom... Tom dropped his fork.

Wendy persuaded the onlookers away with a standard smile from Ralph's banquet. "This is privacy, I decided to go back and look at it."

However, Wendy naturally couldn't go back to watch it smoothly. She and her little friend Rolanda were stopped by Tom as soon as they left the restaurant. Ten minutes later, they opened the high-profile letter in an empty classroom.

The content of the letter, how to put it, is not an ordinary love letter, but more like a combination of reading notes and travel diary-depicting the magical plants in the uncle's house, the newly read rune books, the wizarding tribe in Spain, and the history of the time. Some views of the Bureau.The language is humorous, lively and moving. Although some ideas are still immature, they are full of the unique vigor of young people.Signed: Sky Knight.A cute name that is a bit secondary.

"It's him again." Rolanda smiled and cupped her cheeks, "What a firm suitor, he must really like you."

"Huh? Again?"

Rolanda hadn't realized what she said was wrong: "He writes to Wendy every Valentine's Day. Last year it was the rainbow flying to the top of the Ravenclaw Tower, and the year before that it was the bubbles popping up in the Black Lake... …I thought Tom was this 'Sky Knight' at one point, eh, isn't it you?"

"Heh, why should I write a love letter to Wendy?"

Rolanda and Alphard: ...

Wendy was very calm: "Maybe it's a cute girl."

"Impossible!" Tom said categorically, "It uses the most simple black ink. Judging from the letter paper, the writer's economic conditions are good. The good conditions use the most common ink, because boys who use colored ink will be disliked by their friends." Laughing; the envelope doesn't smell of any perfume; the cursive at the beginning of the handwriting is a style more popular among boys; the second letter has half a thumbprint on the back, unless it's a giant half-breed, I can't imagine any girl with such a big thumb."

Wendy: "Tom Holmes?"

Tom: "Thanks for the compliment."

Rolanda and Alphard: ...

Under Rolanda's admiring gaze, Wendy folded the love letter and put it back in the envelope, and put it in the schoolbag properly.

Tom darkened his face: "You don't want to keep it, do you?"

"Yeah." Wendy said, "Put it together with the letters from previous years. When he takes the initiative to stand up, return it to him together."

Tom: Although I know she doesn't take it seriously, I am not comforted at all!

Alphard thinks Valentine's Day is the scariest day of the year 365 days, peaking when Tom is overwhelmed with little pink presents.Hickey cards, liqueur chocolates, love poem puppets, and love wool hats are just small things, but the love potions packed in various small gifts are truly stunning.For a moment, Alphard almost thought that Tom would burn all the Valentine's presents with a torch.

Fortunately, the model student Riddle finally maintained a good demeanor in front of people, although he turned around and fed all the chocolate to the snake.Well, let's observe three seconds of silence for the little girl who put the love potion in the chocolate.

"I have to add a clause to the 'Tree of Wisdom' member treaty: it is forbidden to give Valentine's Day gifts to the chairman."

Alphard smiled and flipped through the love letters he had received. Having Tom by his side greatly reduced the frequency of his being harassed by girls. "Are you sure? What if Wendy wants to give you a gift?"

Tom pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and sat weakly on the seat next to Alphard: "You think she will? She doesn't have that muscle, she only sees experiments, experiments, and experiments."

"Really? I think Wendy is very mature and understands everything. She even maintains a tolerant attitude towards all harassment."

"She'll know I—" Tom met Alphard's eyes, and fell silent.

"Maybe she's smart."

Tom threw off his coat irritably and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

There are also many small episodes on this Valentine's Day, such as Gryffindor's naughty ghost, Jost's little friend Scarman found his first girlfriend in life; After the last minute, the flag died down; another example is Hagrid's special Valentine's Day gift for the fire crab, which almost caused a fire after being stolen by his roommate...

The story here can’t be finished for a day and a night, but now, let’s turn our eyes away from Hogwarts in the sweet and sour atmosphere, and turn to another magic school thousands of miles away.

The ice and snow in Durmstrang do not melt all year round. Looking out from the frozen windows, you can see the vast snow field leading to the blue-black sea.Under the blizzard and dense fog, it looks like Niflheim in Norse mythology.

Finn Cook wore a thick fur school uniform with the badge of the Student Executive Committee on his chest, walking through the campus solemnly.A few years have made him more mature and introverted, and he can calmly face the fear, envy or contempt of his classmates.He is a member of the student executive committee, and he represents the will of the saints. Even if he is one of the few Muggle-borns in this school, even the most extreme pure-bloods must bow to him.

This is the system.

Fein championed the system, which was fair and largely meritocratic.It is fair to be able to climb up by one's own efforts, isn't it?

"No, let me go! I won't go! I won't go!" Suddenly, a girl's cry came from one end of the corridor.

Finn frowned and walked quickly in that direction.The protagonists of the incident are two executive committee members and a third-grade girl.

"What's going on?" Finn saluted his colleagues.

The two senior members of the Executive Committee also returned the military salute. "Miss Ackerman refuses to take part in the blood drive." A statement of fact, without an iota of emotion.

"Why? Do you have any particular reason?" Fein asked Ackerman, who was in the third grade, business-like.

The little girl with brown curly hair has a typical Hebrew face, and looks a little sad at this moment: "Grindelwald and Hitler are of the same breed! I won't go to the 'vampire' laboratory, you might as well let me go Concentration camp with my family!"

"Miss Ackermann just came to Durmstrang with special approval from the Nazi concentration camp this semester. Her community has refused to allow her children to enroll in magic schools in the past few years." A girl from the executive committee explained. .

Finn knew about this.The saints pardoned some children with magical talents from the Nazi concentration camps, but these children may not be able to integrate into the group smoothly, such as the Miss Ackermann in front of me.Finn organized his language and said slowly: "I thought you would be grateful. If it weren't for Mr. Grindelwald, you would have suffered in a concentration camp like other Jews, and you might even be ignorant at some point." of Muggles killed."

"The person you believe in believes that if you are not a witch, you have no human rights. What is the difference between Hitler's belief that 'you are not an Aryan and you have no human rights'!" she exclaimed.

"Slap!" The girl from the executive committee who just explained to her slapped her and knocked her to the ground: "Enough! You don't want to die! If you can understand the precarious situation you and your family are in right now, You shouldn't be saying cynical and unhelpful things."

The two boys took the opportunity to support her and walked downstairs.

Deep underground, a fireplace leads to the laboratory of the famous saint, Mr. Derain.

"I don't..." the girl sobbed loudly, "I don't want to die like that..."

"Wait." Finn called to stop them.

The two boys hesitated, but stopped.

Finn walked up to Miss Ackerman and cast a healing spell to heal the slap marks on her face. "Listen, you'll be fine. It's just a blood draw. Everyone in the school donated blood and provided it to Mr. Delane to study the origin of magic power. This is the mission and obligation entrusted to us by the system, but the system will not want us Fate. Mr. Grindelwald said that little wizards are the future of the wizarding world. So, you will be fine. Do you understand?"

Ackerman looked at him dubiously.After a while, she burst into tears: "Can I trust you?"

Finn shook her thin hands: "Trust me."

The author has something to say:

A little angel said that he wanted to watch the remaining episodes of the fruit family, but because Dazao involved a lot of spoilers, he might have to meet you again in the seventh grade.

Volume VII The Strange Circle of Civilization and Decline