Childhood sweethearts are magic sticks [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"Why are you here?" Peter opened the window and jumped to the end of the bed and the middle of the window sill in the bedroom. He raised his eyes to see where Ruth was, stepped to the middle of the bed, jumped out of the bed and took the bag in her hand. The photo frame was taken away, thrown into the bedside table and locked.

"I...I'm waiting for you." Ruth stared blankly at her empty hands, but after a little hesitation and recalling Peter's series of actions just now, she seemed to have discovered the surprising fact, "How could you have The photos of me when I was young, and still, still in..."

Her chest was tense and she was short of breath. This was the first time Ruth came to Peter's bedroom after dating, and naturally she saw this photo for the first time.

And it was the first time Peter had spoken to her in so many days.

"Wait for me?" Peter took off the hood and threw it under the quilt, frowning.

He looked upset, asked Ruth impatiently, and ignored Ruth's question about the photo.

"Yes, I've been here since the morning, and I wanted to talk to you about something, but you didn't come back until night." Ruth complained in her tone, and she wanted to keep asking about the photos and where he had been all day, but After Peter looked up to meet his haggard face, Ruth could not speak accusingly.

Under Peter's eyes are thick and heavy blue-purple eye bags, and his face, which was originally white to freckles, looks slightly yellowed at this time, but it should not have much to do with the dim light tube.

He looked terribly scruffy, with livid stubble growing around his chin and lips, and Peter hadn't shaved in at least three days.

"What have you been up to recently to make yourself so tired?"

Ruth reached out to grab Peter's arm, but he dodged sideways. She didn't even see Peter's dodge, and her hand was awkwardly placed in mid-air.

Peter/Ruth: "..."

The two were speechless for a moment, as if they didn't expect such a reaction from Peter.

"Tell me what you have to say, I still need to rest. But if it's about 'relationship', don't mention it again." He turned his face away to avoid Ruth's hurt eyes, "There is no other room."

"..."

As Peter expected, Ruth was silent, she stood there maintaining the movement of stretching out her hand to grab the empty space, she put her hand down after nearly half a minute, took a deep breath and asked Peter, "Almost, but I just came to ask you if I Will you no longer love you one day, will you be disappointed?"

After giving Ruth a choice, Professor Pritchett left in a hurry, not even taking the 'mandola grass' and 'grey dragon eggshell' that Ruth promised to give him as gifts.

"When you have made your choice and write to me, then ask Tessa to send the potion ingredients to me."

He said.

Will not choose to forget, but hope Peter knows the news, want to see his reaction.

——This was Ruth's idea of ​​coming to Parker's house to wait for Peter. In fact, she didn't intend to say it so bluntly.

But Peter's evasive attitude towards her made Ruth feel that it would be a waste of time not to ask directly, and the relationship between the two is doomed to be awkward no matter how they get along now.

She wanted to provoke Peter.

But Peter's answer exceeded Ruth's expectations and expectations, although it sounded reasonable.

"Well," he nodded and turned his back to Ruth, his tone was much lighter than when he first came in, "That's great, I hope that day will come sooner, so that you can be relieved."

……

"I... freed?" Ruth murmured.

What is this answer?

"When you came in, when you saw me for the first time, your tone was so disgusting and irritable. But when you mentioned that I would no longer love you, it seemed like a heavy burden had been lifted, and I could finally breathe a sigh of relief."

She couldn't believe it.

Peter's back stiffened, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and before Ruth noticed, he brought them from the sides in front of him.

Ruth couldn't accept Peter's reply, which was reasonable, but it wasn't the answer she wanted.

"How can you say such an irresponsible answer?! You have promised me so much, but now you give me this... this..."

Disgusting, distressing, unacceptable.

She couldn't find an adjective for this answer, and Ruth ran around in a hurry but couldn't think of a suitable word. In fact, this sentence was not the point she wanted to express, but she clung to this sentence as if she had entered a dead end. .

She was about to cry anxiously, but bit her lower lip tightly to force back the tears.

"How could you give me such an answer."

Not asking, but accusing.Before she asked that question, she had imagined that Peter would be nervous and reveal some small movements, but after hearing Peter's relieved reply, Ruth was dumbfounded.

Is she too careless, why she can't find Peter's strangeness at all, it's like he really doesn't like her.

"..." Ruth's nasal voice became more and more serious, and Peter could guess what she looked like even with his back turned away. "If you don't want to know bad answers, then don't ask me from the beginning."

He has a good point.

But he shouldn't have given her such a bad answer.

"Then, how do you explain the photo on the bedside table?" Thinking of another chance to prove that he loves her, Ruth hurriedly pulled it out, "You have always kept my childhood photo on the bedside table, you still like me, right? But You just don't believe me and worry that something will happen to me, but in fact it's not my relief at all. If I don't love you anymore, you are the one who will be the most relieved!"

She thought that she hit the nail on the head with every sentence, but unexpectedly Peter admitted it easily.

"Yes, I'm relieved that way." He nodded, paused and added, "And that photo was just because I was too busy recently, so I forgot to throw it away. Don't..."

Don't be so sentimental, don't bother me, don't think too much.

There were still a lot of hurtful things that Peter didn't say, but when he heard the sound of the door closing behind him, and the sound of the girl hurrying down the stairs, his shoulders loosened.

"fine……"

It's a good thing she left early, and it's a good thing he didn't have to finish those hurtful words.

Peter let his fists hang back to his sides, and stood at the window watching the girl run home.

**

[Dear Professor Pritchett:]

Ruth stopped after writing these three words on the parchment with a quill just dipped in invisible ink.

Peter was so angry that he swore to forget his thoughts. As the mood gradually calmed down, the impulsive thoughts gradually weakened.After touching the parchment with the pen tip several times, the strokes were still unable to be drawn.

"But I still don't want to forget."

Peter's disgusted eyes, and the relieved "Theory of Liberation" played back in front of her eyes over and over again after turning his back.Ruth, who had just calmed down and didn't want to be angry, felt grievances in her heart, and she broke down and cried.

"What, why do I like him? All he brings me is sadness and grievances. Ever since I realized that I like him, my life has been almost depressed."

Her tears pattered down on the paper. The invisible ink was meant to be seen only by both the writer and the recipient, but it was not waterproof.

Seeing the professor's name blurred with tears on the paper, Ruth habitually wanted to use the wand to clean up the stains on the paper, but her expression froze for a moment after she took out the wand. Two seconds later, she took the wand Throw it out.

"Even the magic is lost because of you!"

She tore up the letter paper, threw it on the ground, swept the table with her arms, and pulled everything on the table to the ground.

"What's the use of superheroes, woo..."

In the end, isn’t it because you can’t save your friends, and you have to push the closest people away with your own hands for fear of getting involved?

"But in the end, I am the one who is really useless, if I have magic, if I still have magic..."

But she didn't.

Ruth has never vented. Ever since she lost her magic, she has taken everything she encounters as her own responsibility and shouldered it all on her own shoulders. Even now she is complaining about her lack of magic.

But she was helpless, and finally there was no solution.Ruth smashed the entire basement. Since she started making potions, she has stayed in the basement the longest. At this moment, she smashed everything she saw, from cauldrons to chairs to herbs.

She wanted to smash it all up, like smashing it all would solve her problems.

But poverty prevented her from being self-willed when venting, and she only dared to pick the kind that couldn't be broken and threw it on the ground.When she accidentally dropped the quill into an unsealed potion, she was taken aback and ran over to check if there were any impurities added to the potion and whether it would affect the effect.

After realizing that it was just a false alarm, Ruth, who realized what she was doing just now, cried even more aggrieved.

She really wanted to be like Aunt Mei chasing the heroine in the TV series, smashing a million-dollar vase without blinking, crying until Ruth even forgot why she was crying, but she just couldn't stop.

Until a gust of wind blew up in the basement, Professor Pritchett, who had black hair, black clothes and black eyes, landed steadily. After seeing Ruth with red eyes like a rabbit, he frowned displeasedly and pulled her up from the ground , and with another finger, the chair that fell on the ground stood up.

Pritchett pressed Ruth on the chair, saw Ruth sat down, and planned to educate her, but after seeing her tear stains, his tone instantly switched to a gentle mode: "When you cry, drink water to replenish water. "

This was not what he originally wanted to say, so Pritchett's voice was just the opposite of his hard and cold face, accompanied by the surrounding environment that was automatically cleaned up and restored, it was indescribably weird.

Ruth was stunned, and she couldn't help hiccupping between surprises, "The basement... hiccup, no, there's no drinking water... hiccup!"

Crying was like a tragic drama one second, but it was like a farce in the next second.

"It's okay, I'll bring it for you." Seeing Ruth crying dizzily, the Potions Professor seemed a little helpless, he took out a crystal bottle from his pocket, pinched Ruth's chin with one hand and directly squeezed ' Drinking water' was poured into her mouth, and seeing her frowning as if she wanted to spit it out, she immediately threatened, "Swallow it back, if you dare to spit it out, I'll give you dry skin, the kind that hasn't even been removed from the pustules."

This kind of threat was quite effective, and Ruth immediately swallowed the 'water' with a "gudong".

Seeing Professor Pritchett pointing at her forehead with a magic wand inlaid with a green gem on the handle, he muttered, "Forget what happened just now, I haven't been here."

"You broke with Peter Parker, he broke your heart, you didn't drink the potion, but your affection for him did disappear."

"Live well in the No-Maj world, graduate from their school, and change to what you think is the safest place in the world."

Ruth could hear every word, but she couldn't move, she couldn't resist, and at the same time, she felt heavy and wanted to fall over and have a good sleep. She felt itchy in her heart, as if something was passing.

Like fine sand poured through an hourglass.

'Where are you going……'

She felt lost, but also relaxed, more and more lost, and more and more relaxed.

One minute later, Ruth fell asleep peacefully on the bed in her bedroom, but the herbs that were originally promised to Pritchett and the letter she wrote at the beginning were missing in the basement.

There was an extra card beside the bed.

[I'm glad you can look away, thank you for the herbs. — Pritchett. ]

The author has something to say: Well, then Ruth will move her place of residence!

Wang woof, forgot.

Cheers to the Potions Master after reading this chapter? PS: Rival No. [-] is the one who provided Ruth with a place to live, and it was the place she thought was the safest in the No-Maj world.But he, mom, finished writing the terrible plot, and finally he can comfortably counterattack Su Shuang.

By the way, on Weibo, have you tried the software that tests what will happen in the next three years? I tried (smile) 2018: single 2019: still single 2020: still single!

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