HP Cronos

"Did I tell you that Legilimency is one of my best spells?"

Nora's movements froze.

"It seems that you have lost a lot of memory," he said slowly, "especially after the age of seventeen... No, no, look at me, you were only seventeen years old, weren't you, Nora?"

Nora put the diary in her arms, turned around and looked at him vigilantly: "Why are you..."

"There is not only a wiretapping charm on the earrings." Tom Riddle stood in front of her, folded his hands, and didn't even take out his wand. "It can also detect people's age."

Riddle knew how to put the other person at his mercy.He was calmly defeating her panic.In particular, Nora knew that he could end the battle in three rounds with just silent spells.

"We might as well sit down and have a good talk, my friend, Nora."

My friend, how dare he use that word?Nora clenched her fists: "Sorry, I don't think we have anything to talk about."

"I say, sit down," he ordered.

"I don't obey your orders," said Nora. "I never did, and I never do." She pointed her wand at him. "Don't come here."

Riddle sneered: "Are you going to use Avada Kedavra on me?"

Nora's wand trembled a little.

"You won't do it, Nora." He stepped forward. "Because you love me, don't you?"

"You fell down in the basement of Malfoy Manor with a gun that was blessed with magic. There was one bullet missing in the magazine, and the wave of magic power still remained on the gun. Do you really think that I won't have Do you have any doubts?"

"But I can forgive you all. Whether you're seventeen or twenty-one, you're Nora Gray," Riddle said in a hypnotic voice. "My best friend."

"That's not friendship," said Nora, "that's just dirty possessiveness. Opening the Chamber of Secrets, making Horcruxes, burning down my apartment, modifying my memory...all just serve your own desires, don't insult The word friendship!" She raised her wand, pointing it straight at him like a sword.

Even if Voldemort had love, that love was selfish and cruel.Nagini is a lesson from the past.

The resurrection stone ring was lying quietly in her pocket.

"Troublesome curiosity." Riddle shook his head regretfully, his expression turned cold and terrifying, "You could have chosen a better path."

"One more step, and I'll destroy it," said Nora.She holds a resurrection stone ring in her left hand.

"You can't, Nora," said Riddle.There was no expression on his gloomy face.

"Of course I can," said Nora, without hesitation. "Fiendfire!"

Anyone who can resist the temptation of the resurrection stone can destroy it, but she has never been so determined to destroy anything.

The resurrection stone ring shattered.

Anger twisted Riddle's face.Green light, the familiar green light directed towards her face.

He ended up using that spell on her anyway.

Time stops and everything restarts.Cronus protected her from all death.

The Nora of this world overlaps with the Nora of that world.Maybe there was no difference in the first place—they were originally one person.

Numerous hands entangled Nora, leading her to a certain direction.

"Goodbye, Tom," she said. "You were my best friend too."

Ethereal voices sang in her ears, in one of the oldest languages, like the chant of angels.

They sing:

He gave the last of his mercy to the golden boy of prophecy

He sealed most of his sanity in Ravenclaw's diadem

He gave his justice to the diary of youth

He casts his mercy in a Hufflepuff's golden chalice

The resurrection stone ring seals his love

The white serpent keeps his friendship

……

God of Cronus, what do you want to tell me?

Speak clearly and clearly.

"Go save the world."

"Go save him."

"To cheat time."

"Go and end this cycle."

"Fate is in your hands."

This year, the year when that person's return became a reality, Snape finally became a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts as he wished.

The majority of Gryffindors expressed their dissatisfaction.But in comparison, although Professor Snape doesn't like to wash his hair, it's better than Umbridge who has advanced menopause. What kind of pickets are formed.

It was Professor Slughorn who was invited back by Dumbledore to replace Snape as the Potions Professor.This dumpy old man once taught Voldemort.

At the Slug Club gathering this time, Slughorn talked about the wizard who could have a bright future but was willing to fall.

"He has an enviable report card. He can choose St. Munger's therapist or Auror... After graduation, he entered the Ministry of Magic and has been on the rise. Some people even predicted that he would become the youngest in the history of the Ministry of Magic. Minister," said Professor Slughorn, "but he made such a public speech and led his disciples to war."

"Professor, I heard..." A girl swallowed, and asked the gossip that everyone was concerned about, "He once had a lover in Hogwarts, is that true?"

Professor Slughorn was silent, and the ears of the participants were pricked up, and there was an obvious or hidden desire to explore in their eyes.These include Hermione, who is the first grader, Blaise, who is picky, and Ginny, who is young but independent.

Hogwarts students are really gossiping from generation to generation.

Under everyone's expectation, Professor Slughorn cleared his throat and began his story: "I still remember when he was at Hogwarts, he was hardworking, studious and polite. I have always looked up to him... "

In people's eyes, there are three big characters "speak the key points".

"Indeed, there was such a girl," Professor Slughorn recalled, "a Gryffindor with Muggle parents who used to make a mess of Potions classes."

Muggle-born?Everyone exclaimed in unison: "I didn't expect that."

"Honestly, she's not my preferred type of student. Unkempt, tousled hair, always working on weird things," Professor Slughorn said.

Sounds a bit like Hermione.But she herself listened so intently that she was completely unaware of it.

"Her grades are not very good, potions are especially bad, and she often causes some accidents in class, you all understand." He shrugged, showing a tacit expression, "So, I let the one with the best grades in potions... That student was at the same table as her." He ultimately chose not to name the person.

Yes, Professor Slughorn favored him, but he caused the wizarding world enormous trouble.Now, the entire wizarding world is split in two, and even within Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's wing, the controversy continues.And Professor Slughorn has been careful to avoid controversy.

Slughorn does have some prejudices, but this prejudice is not based on blood, pure-blooded waste is only waste, and the genius of the hemp is a real genius.He did not accept the theory of absolute pure blood preached by Voldemort.Otherwise he wouldn't be at Hogwarts.

"Around the fourth grade, the girl's parents died in the war. I remember in the fifth grade, they often appeared in pairs, and many people even thought they were a couple."

"Then are they really?"

"I don't know," said the professor, "because the girl died before everyone could figure it out. Even though she wasn't my favorite student, I was very sad about it, and she had only a few months before she died. 17 years old, what a young life."

"How did she die?"

"A magical accident," said the professor. "She secretly experimented with an extremely dangerous black magic in school. She thought that magic could resurrect her parents who died in the war, but in fact, it was a trick of a black wizard. This The real use of magic is to cast spells at the cost of your life, and what you summon is just some... extremely evil things."

"It was a nasty accident. All the students lost three Defense Against the Dark Arts classes a week, and Principal Dippet was dismissed." Professor Slughorn took a sip of the mead, "I still remember that girl's name — 'Nora Gray'."

"I've seen her," Hermione said suddenly. "She often stays in a corner of the library, reading alone, so few people find her. She told me that she forgot her own cause of death, so she just used something else." to fill one's own head—if ghosts have brains, she said."

"Oh!" Professor Slughorn looked surprised. "I never knew about it. It never occurred to me..."

Apparently that Miss Nora Gray is not one of the "promising" students that Professor Slughorn thinks, so the discussion about the mysterious lover is stopped here, but I know with my toes that many people will appear Yu curiously went to the library to find the ghost.

"You said, did the mysterious man ever have a lover?" Ron asked, chewing his mouthful of chicken, when they were talking about it during the meal.

"Impossible," Harry said coldly, "Have you forgotten? I met him in his diary at the age of 16, and he's been a... utter villain ever since, you forgot Did he do anything to Ginny?"

"But before you knew who he was, you also told us that you had a wonderful friend who, even though he was just a memory, gave you wise advice like a real friend. You also said that he was also a good grader but Not at all like Percy, have you forgotten?" said Ron.He was obsessed with it.He'd always felt that Harry had left him out because of that "friend."

Hermione winked at him desperately for him to shut up.

Ever since Sirius died, it hadn't been wise to talk about Voldemort, and Harry had told them about the prophecy ball - only one of the two could live.

Even though they had great confidence in Harry, everyone knew who was more likely to survive.

"Maybe he was once human," Harry said, "but now... we all know what he is."

At this time, Principal Dumbledore and Professor Snape, who had left the meeting, came back, followed by a girl they had never seen before.

"She looks familiar," said Hermione.She wondered where she had seen her.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and everyone in the Great Hall looked at him.

"Today, we will welcome a special new student." He looked sideways at the girl who was looking around curiously, "She will be studying at Hogwarts Gryffindor College as a transfer student, Year [-]. Let us welcome , Miss Nora Gray."

The girl's hair was disheveled and untouched, and her eyes were bright.

Harry spilled pumpkin juice all over the table, Ron choked on the chicken, and Hermione couldn't close her jaw.

Professor Slughorn, who managed to see the girl's face clearly, choked on the mead, his face flushed from coughing, and he pointed at her tremblingly.After Nora gave him a friendly smile, he coughed harder.

Draco Malfoy in Slytherin was as pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Is it my illusion?Each of them, Nora thought, looked eager.