[HP] If Dudley had a sister

The wind blew through the girl's long golden hair, and the flock of swallows skimmed over the green bushes like a dragonfly.Tom bent down to clear the weeds. A few children in the orphanage helped the owner of the nearby manor with chores. Although they were paid less than adults, they were better off with money. Many children were willing to do this work because they could often keep some of it privately. money.

"Come on Tom!" Deborah gave him a thumbs up.

"You are working!" said the boy dissatisfied.

"Hey—I don't want—you lost the bet before, right! The one who promised to help me work, Nagini testified!" The girl smiled and leaned over, and the boy's eyes flashed a trace of impatience, but in the end he forced Life is suppressed.

Deborah stood next to Tom at dusk, her blue eyes reflecting the light in the sky.Tom could not help looking at her as he mowed.The girl's gray robe was slightly bulged by the wind, and her face was softened in the dusk, like a pair of colorful watercolors, which made the boy's heart soften suddenly.

"I can get a sum of money next, thanks to that gentleman." Deborah said softly, looking towards the faintly visible castle in the distance.

"There is nothing to be grateful for. They are just trying to save costs." Tom said indifferently.

Deborah panicked for a moment, and said hastily, "You can't say that! Tom—"

"You're so annoying." Tom looked at her coldly.

He hates people ordering him.

Soon Tom noticed that Deborah's expression was becoming flustered, that her lake-blue almond eyes did not express any emotion he liked.The girl stared at him blankly, as if seeing another person through him, but when she did so, she put that person on herself without authorization.

She was always like this, when she looked at him, she praised his appearance while looking at a painting.

And she actually wanted that painting to like herself.

Then don't think of him as a painting.

——Memories of a week

When Deborah opened her eyes in the morning, she realized that she had accidentally fallen asleep next to Tom's bed.Deborah was wearing a rather small gown, and she felt that her fingers were numb, probably from holding Tom's hand all night.

Tom's bed was already empty, and Deborah stood up and stretched.

She was about to leave the room when she bumped into Tom who was coming in.

awkward.

Deborah lowered her head coldly and didn't say anything to Tom.And Riddle also walked past her expressionlessly, and walked to his bed to tidy the bedding.

Deborah paid more attention to how to explain to Mrs. Cole that she was not in her room, and someone would check the orphanage at night.When she walked into the hall, Mrs. Cole was busy as usual, and she didn't have any special reaction when she saw Deborah, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Want to come to the orphanage for the recent flu, so that those employees are neglected to check.

She went to help in the kitchen, and in a way, Deborah, who was 15, became half of the orphanage's staff, the kind who could do everything.Mrs. Pang, who was in charge of catering, was obviously very happy with Deborah's arrival. She smiled and said, "Oh, good morning, dear Deborah."

"Good morning, Madam Pang."

"It's very kind of you to come—Anina is clumsy." Mrs. Pang glared at the new cook who was huddled beside her.

"Many people are getting better today. Mrs. Cole asked me to cook vegetable soup for them." Mrs. Pang hurriedly took care of a pile of pots, "Help me look at the one on the far right."

Deborah responded, and Mrs. Pompey and the new maid named "Anina" were busy with their work and did not pay attention to her.She stood in front of the pot and watched the color of the soup. Not long after, Mrs. Pompey and Annina went out with food.Deborah hesitated for a while, and cut a cut in her arm with the small fruit knife next to her.

Blood flowed slowly from the arm, dripping into the soup along the arm.

Deborah didn't dare to drop too much at once, as it would affect the taste and color of the soup.

For millennia, magic has split into two schools: black magic and white magic.People advocate white magic, and most powerful wizards have practiced black magic to defend themselves.Among them is a powerful spell. It is still unclear whether it should be classified as black magic or white magic. It is classified as a neutral spell just like the transformation spell.

Its name is the Symbiosis Curse.

Rumor has it that a great witch invented it to keep her betrayed lover.Between couples, one of them will use his own blood as a guide, put the seed in the body of the other, and transfer it to the soul within ten years. If the spell does not take effect, then this lead will not be noticed by any spell or anyone. .There is no limit to blood volume, but the more the effect is, the stronger it will be.

There are two harsh conditions. First, the other person must have drunk the other person's blood without knowing it, and the two have known each other.

Second, the person who casts the spell must have deep feelings for the other party.

After the spell worked, the two lived and died together, and Merlin couldn't separate them.

Almost every wizard believes that the deep feeling must be "love", so this is a spell that only lovers can cast.Among these wizards, except Deborah.

Or Deborah for the third week.

At that time, when she was looking for any kind of forbidden spell in the library, she saw this one in the corner. At that time, the danger judgment of this spell was lower than that of many black magics, because the judge felt that the implementation conditions were too harsh.When she looked through the history of the spell and some usage examples, a ridiculous guess suddenly appeared in her mind, and she made a bet.

Bet that deep feeling is not necessarily love.

Deborah of the third week, relying on "hate", successfully cast the symbiosis spell.Maintaining the charm on Voldemort's soul slowly consumes Deborah's magic power every day, so Deborah for the third week is desperately improving her magic power.In the trap laid by Voldemort in the fourth year, she cast the Symbiosis Charm, and as she wished, she succeeded.

In order to kill Voldemort simply, she finally cursed herself with black magic.

Voldemort was also cursed because they lived and died together.

She cruelly cursed her own soul, so that Voldemort could not be resurrected with the help of Horcruxes, the powerful black magic exhausted all her magic power, and the curse made her life exhausted.This is how Deborah died in the third week.

That's how Voldemort died three weeks ago.

Deborah believes that Dumbledore actually left many ways to kill Voldemort in the end, but Deborah is sure that Dumbledore did not think of this method.

Not to mention those harsh conditions, this can be regarded as a dead end in thinking.In the history of using the symbiosis spell, everyone used it to save their lover, and some people hoped that their lover would never leave them. Only Deborah... she used it to kill her enemy.

Deborah, who was around, also gave the lead.

Because she was afraid of the final failure, she left a way for herself and Harry and the others.

Big deal... just reborn again.if you can.

Deborah cast a simple Hemostasis Charm on her wound, and the blood slowly stopped forming a scar.She took out the cooked soup and saw many children recovering from serious illnesses sitting on the dining table.

"Good morning! Deborah—!"

"Good morning!"

The children greeted her one by one, and Deborah smiled back at them.

"It's vegetable soup—" one of the boys exclaimed.

Tom was different from the other enthusiastic children. He sat alone on the edge, and when Deborah walked past him, he looked up at her with an expressionless look.

Deborah had to sit next to Tom because there were no extra seats.She refills herself with a bowl of soup and munches on bread, having been too hungry to eat last night because she was too busy.

"You're cooking soup but you have a scar on your arm. What did you do?" Tom said coldly, using a commanding tone habitually.

Deborah pursed her lips, still eating her breakfast.

Tom looked at her face, snorted angrily, and didn't continue talking to her.But his mind was still stuck on last night.

He was ashamed of himself yesterday.

Since Deborah's warning, he has been having nightmares lately, dreaming of many people standing next to him, holding the same wooden sticks as Deborah, or wands pointed at him.But last night, he rarely had a good night's sleep.

When he woke up, he found a girl with closed eyes leaning against the bed, her soft hand was always holding his own, and the sunlight from the window was shining on her white and dazzling skin.

Recently, his abilities have become stronger and stronger, and Tom can feel it.

From time to time, he would make a person who was secretly talking about him one second fly to the roof the next second, and he would make the vase burst suddenly and hurt the girl next to him who was decorating the vase with a smile.He rejoices in his abilities, but every time he tries to hurt Deborah, the girl always gives him a cold look, then flicks her wand, defends against any of his riots, and always ends up with something Neither happened.

The people in the orphanage are more and more afraid of him, and one person still maintains his original attitude towards himself.

It's Deborah.

Deborah is not afraid of her abilities.Tom knows.

His riot was obviously noticed by the girl, and he waited for the reaction of the person who "watched" him, but before he could wait, he became weak and sick.

Nagini said Deborah spent the night with him.

Nagini said Deborah didn't look like she would kill herself.

Nagini was just a snake, Tom told himself, and snakes don't understand people's hearts.

She hates herself so much.

Maybe... she is actually very soft-hearted?

Seeing that Tom had fallen silent since he finished asking, Deborah packed up her bowl and was about to go back to her room.

When Tom noticed, he subconsciously put down his breakfast and followed her.

"What are you going to do?" Deborah stopped and asked, standing in front of her room door.

"Teach me those powerful strengths——" Tom noticed the change in the girl's mood, and he imitated the gentlemen he had met, showing a polite look, "I mean, please teach me the ability to control myself."

Tom's delicate face and perfect smile give people an irresistible charm.

He has his personality charm, so there are so many followers in Hogwarts.

"No," Deborah said. "You're not old enough. My job is to watch over you. Someone will teach you when you're 11. You know perfectly well that those people won't get hurt if you think about it."

Tom froze in place.

The author has something to say: Recently, "The Love of the Sage" is being promoted on the homepage, so I went to station B to have a look.As soon as my childhood best friend came out, I felt that there was something wrong with that person.It's so aggrieved to watch, the heroine has spent more than 30 years on those two best, it's really not worth it.And that shit's revenge, the most enjoyable revenge text I've ever read is "Rebirth: Bone Erosion" by Straw Mushroom Soy.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Little fresh meat is so cute. According to the tone and BGM, the possibility of BE is really super high.