HP's Impassable Time

It was already late when Snape arrived, most of the people had rested, and there were still a few Death Eaters on duty, seeing Snape approaching, he quickly stood up.

"Has your lord rested?"

"Yes, do you have something to do?" A Death Eater stood up and asked, "If there is something to do, it's better to talk about it tomorrow!"

"My lord is in a good mood today, though," another Death Eater added.

"What is Lily doing?" Snape went straight to the point without changing his expression.

"You mean the little girl? She's sleeping in the adults' room." The person who spoke first replied.

"My lord actually gave her the room to live in. I've never seen him take such special care of other people. What do you think is the origin of that girl?" Another person was puzzled.

"You brought people." The unfinished words meant that Snape must know the key.

"My lords don't want people to ask him too much." Snape warned without changing his face, "So I advise you to keep your curiosity in your stomach, otherwise, you may end up in trouble one day." ..."

Snape left without finishing his sentence, heading for Voldemort's bedroom.

The two Death Eaters glanced at each other, both showed fear and stopped talking, and continued their inspection work.

Snape stood still at the door of Voldemort's bedroom. Although there was only one door between Lily and Lily, it seemed like two worlds. He slightly leaned his head against the door.

Dumbledore's words are still lingering in his heart, wrapping his heart tightly, making him unable to breathe. At this moment, he desperately wants to stay by Lily's side. Lily always has a special power to stabilize people's hearts.Following her is like the wind has stopped... the rain has stopped... the warm sunshine is lazily shining on the body, the warm and peaceful feeling is fascinating.

He lowered his head slightly against the cold door, closed his eyes, and felt Lily who was separated from him by the door.

What should I do?

The sun and the moon rotate, and it is another day in a blink of an eye. The rising sun is as big as a disc, and it seems to want to cover the entire sky.

The golden morning sun broke into the room from the half-opened window, diffused throughout the bedroom, everything turned golden, even Lily's face was no exception, her eyes were closed, like a bottle of golden wine. The gods and Buddhas stand in the hall.

A golden cat stood beside her pillow like a statue. Its golden pupil was dazzled by the sunlight, as if it had thousands of colors, which fascinated people.

Lily moaned in a low voice, and slowly took out her hand from the quilt and put it on her forehead. If you look carefully, you can see a long pink line on the inner elbow of her forearm, like a freshly healed wound.

Miaomiao rubbed her head against Lily's face, "Don't make trouble, Miaomiao, it's so itchy." Lily, who was tickled by the cat's fur, didn't care about her heavy head, and giggled until Miaomiao Hold 'Mao' and let Lily go, so she has time to check the surrounding situation.

Then...

#Why is the place different every time I wake up? #

#On the experience of coma professional users#

#我很布小Don't scare me! #

Lily looked at the clothes she was wearing this time speechlessly, it was neither pajamas nor hospital gowns, and it was her previous clothes.

Who is so wicked, since he changed his clothes, why can't he change into pajamas all at once?Wearing ordinary clothes to sleep is very tiring!

Lily, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, sat up and stretched, and felt better after stretching her muscles and bones. Because she was wearing normal clothes at the beginning, it didn't involve getting up and getting dressed.

Lifting the quilt and getting out of bed, Lily walked barefoot on the soft carpet with complex repeating patterns, her toes moved randomly, which felt very comfortable, Lily jumped again, looking like a child.

She walked around the room first, but found nothing familiar. Fortunately, she saw her little black bag at the head of the bed, but when she picked up the black bag, Lily put on a bitter face.

There is nothing to love in uppercase, there is nothing to love! ! !

I have been saving chocolate for so long! ! !

And Draco's 'Little Snake' chocolate! ! !

It's all gone! ! !

Return my lovely chocolate TT (Erkang hand)

Just as Lily was mourning her chocolate, the door of the room was opened.

Voldemort didn't deal with business when he came up, so he went directly to the room where Phil slept. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Phil looking pitifully at the small bag that she never left. He turned his head stiffly because he heard the movement at the door. Come here, Voldemort can be infected by that special atmosphere - the point of my sadness - from several meters away! !

"What are you doing, Phil?"

"Huh? Who?" Lily hadn't recovered from the aftereffect of losing the chocolate, and looked at the Dark Lord who had a relationship with her with a perplexed expression.

Then he looked around blankly and found no one, then pointed a finger at his nose, "Me?"

"I'm Lily, we've met before, do you know where this is?" Voldemort was considered someone Lily knew, so it didn't matter when he asked.

"Lily?" Voldemort frowned, and felt that the familiar soul breath from yesterday was indeed much weaker, but it still came from her. How could it be?

"That's right! At Malfoy Manor, at Christmas time, don't you remember?" Lily finally accepted the fact that there were no chocolates, or she forced herself to divert her attention, she put the black bag on her back, picked it up Meow on one side.

"Meow, where is Shasha? Why isn't she here?" Lily likes to tap things when she gets up, but seeing that Shasha is not there, she can only ask Meow.

"I don't know." Miaomiao still spoke in a strange Parseltongue, the skin on her face was pulled in a weird position.

Voldemort looked at the cat in Lily's arms in surprise. You must know that different animals cannot use the same language, and it is almost impossible to learn different languages. It is a miracle that this cat can learn it. How high can IQ be?

"Okay! We should be able to find it by looking around later, don't worry." Lily said while stroking Meow Meow's fur.

Miaomiao immediately frowned after hearing the words, "Who is going to find him! I'm not worried!"

Lily narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Okay, okay, we Miaomiao won't worry about Rusha, she hates Rusha the most."

Unexpectedly, Lily who said that also attracted Miaomiao's dissatisfaction, "I don't hate him, huh!"

Voldemort looked at the man and the cat who were chatting with no one else, but he didn't feel impatient to be left out, he just looked at the man and the cat quietly.

"You are so beautiful! My name is Phil, what's your name?" Phil, who had just entered the orphanage, stood beside the bullied young Voldemort, squatted down, and helped him pat the ashes off his body, but her hands were so small, It doesn't work.

"What does it have to do with you, get out!" The young Voldemort waved Phil's hand open, and wiped the blood on his face, which was scratched on the stone when he was beaten.

"Let's be friends! You're older than me, so I'll call you little brother from now on, okay?" Phil Bai's tender and slightly chubby hands were covered with all kinds of dust and dirt.

"Go away, don't bother me." The young Voldemort continued to open Phil's hand, and pushed her down to sit on the ground.

Phil sat on the ground in a daze, his steamed bun-like face was full of expressions that were about to cry, and his white and tender hands scratched the skin on the gravel.

She looked up at him blankly, eyes full of grievances overflowing, the young Voldemort stretched out his hand but quickly retracted it, with a face covered in dust, "I want you to take care of it It's nostalgia, it deserves it."

While talking, he walked away.

"Little brother, can you please don't leave me, I'm afraid..." Although the soft voice sounded like a mosquito, it was still caught by the sharp-eyed, young version of Voldemort. He didn't stop until his figure disappeared around the corner of the room. , the golden beans in Phil's eyes still fell to the ground one by one, there was no sound at first, and then the crying became louder and louder, almost shaking the house down.

"Hey! Brat,"

A pair of feet appeared in front of Phil, and Phil's crying stopped abruptly. She raised her head, with tears still hanging on her long eyelashes.

"Let's go!" The bun version of the baby Voldemort stretched out his hand awkwardly.

One big and one small held hands and walked towards the orphanage.

"Then I'll call you little brother from now on!"

"as you like."

"It's great, Phil has a brother too."

"Cut! Brat!"

"are you OK?"

A hand dangled before his eyes, the present overlapping the past.

"It's nothing, Phil, oh! Your name is Lily now." Voldemort obviously accepted it faster, he knew that the person in front of him was his little sister, and there was no need to care about the others.

"Are you hungry? I'll take you to breakfast."

To be honest, Voldemort's appearance is really not her taste, it doesn't fit her aesthetics at all, but the situation is stronger than others, the reality is that she can't beat Voldemort, and...

"Is there anything delicious?"

Lily, you were bribed so easily? !What about color control?

"What do you like?" Voldemort opened the door and made a gesture of invitation, and this elegant temperament seemed more natural.

rather than acquired.

"Eggs, or bacon, and lasagna, preferably with some corn, I like corn cheese, and pumpkin soup, preferably like the one in school, and..."

While Lily was chattering about the food, the two came to the restaurant. As soon as Miaomiao arrived at the restaurant, she jumped from Lily's arms to the extra-long dining table, and an elf appeared beside the dining table.

"Get ready for everything just now, let's go!"

"Yes Master."

After the elf left, Voldemort helped Lily open the chair.

"Thank you." Lily thanked politely before taking her seat after slightly bending her knees. Lily's politeness was a little strange, and Voldemort was a little at a loss because of the strangeness. What happened to his Phil?

After Lily sat down, he sat down on the main seat on one side and watched Lily cut a boiled egg into square shapes.

"How do you like to treat eggs?"

"Yes!"

Voldemort didn't know that Phil had such a favorite, but it obviously didn't prevent him from doting on Lily, and it added new ways for him.

He cut it more elegantly and perfectly, the yolk didn't fall apart at all, and the edges were as smooth as they should be. He handed the egg to Lily, and Lily thanked her politely.

"You know, in fact, you don't need to thank you, this is your home."

Lily paused while eating, "Uh! What do you mean?"

"Lily, I'm your brother, you don't have to be so polite, it makes me a little bit at a loss." Voldemort has always said to Lily directly, there is no secret, "Lily, you make me very sad."

Lily stopped the movement of her hands, and she didn't know what to do, she had never seen such a sentimental person...

...uh... villain?

"Hmm... I don't think I really remember that I have a brother." Lily said hesitantly, and at the same time she recalled subconsciously, even though she really didn't want to recall the past, because she didn't have a past.

Only this time, the memory is no longer blank, but has its own unique trajectory, except for the small gap in the middle.Everything went smoothly, unbelievably smoothly.

"Little brother?" Lily asked tentatively as if she was familiar with other people's memories. She remembered that she grew up in an orphanage, and vaguely remembered that she might have been adopted, and then she got off the boat, thinking that her name was Lily. Maureen, then started wandering around London for two days, and finally she knocked on Severus Snape's door, and everything was traced, except for some insignificant things.

So, she's Phil Gunter?

She is the only known descendant of the Gunter family. Is this snake-faced uncle in front of her his cousin?

And in the orphanage, the only guy he talked to, the only person he trusted was his cousin?

So judging from his age in the orphanage, he should be a descendant of Morfin Gunter, and everything has a reasonable explanation. The life experience that he has been tracing at the beginning is just like this, very simple and clear, that's all!

"Huh? Do you remember?"

"Those memories seem to pop up out of nowhere." Lily made some small movements in mid-air, "It's very strange, you know? I didn't have this before, you know, these memories... I..."

Lily was a little uneasy, as if these memories were stolen, which made her a little scared and apprehensive. Those memories seemed to be directly input into her brain, and even her own memory at Hogwarts made her feel sad and uneasy. Doubt it.

Just when Lily was sad and at a loss, the door of the restaurant opened wide, and a dark figure came in with the morning air.

"Lily? Let's go home!"

small theater:

Shasha: Did you write down the bedroom to death?idiot!Why haven't I been there for two chapters! ! !

Stupid: uh...

Shasha: It seems that you want to shi

Palace V: So - I just came back from my hot sister, you just carried it away for me?

Stupidity: Lord Demon King, I was wrong.

Palace V: So?

Stupidity: She still has to go (shuddering)

Hall V: Out of Body

Stupid: ...