HP Cronos

"Tell me about him." The proprietress said, her eyes blurred, shaking her wine glass.

"he?"

"The man who asked you to run away from home with him." The proprietress said, "What kind of person is he?"

Nora, who was sipping red wine, thought about it seriously: "He is a very good person."

"You know, the kind of guy who gets good grades in school, looks good, does everything well, and everyone likes him."

"Understood." The proprietress said, "Women are always easy to fall into the hands of excellent men, just like men's eyes only look at beautiful women."

"Actually, at the beginning, he wasn't so...attractive." Nora said, after a glass of red wine, she gradually became more talkative. "In the past, he was always alone and didn't have many friends. All the teachers only think that he is a good student with both good character and academics, and even made him a prefect, that is, a student who is responsible for managing the discipline of a grade."

"But I know he is not a well-behaved baby. In short, since a long time ago, he sneaked behind the teacher's back and did some things that violated the school rules. Of course, I also helped. He is a person who can pretend , can fool almost anyone. I used to be his only 'friend', maybe I just thought so."

"It's over, it's over." The proprietress said, "Such a man is a girl killer."

Nora continued: "He was an orphan. They... there were a lot of blood people in that class, so at first he was pushed out, ignored, let alone girls who liked him. But he was so good, good enough Covering up his lack of background. Later, more and more people admired him, and he also made some friends, and even used some tricks to become the leader of a group. To be honest, I was... not very happy."

"Jealous." The proprietress pointed out sharply, "You are jealous of his friends who snatched him away."

"Yes, jealous." Nora admitted honestly, "At that time, for some reason, he and I pretended not to know each other in school, and we didn't even know how to say hello. We only got together when we violated school rules in private. Together. But I always feel that I should be different in his heart. He always pretends in front of others, looks like a good student in front of the teacher, and deliberately expresses some extremes in front of his "friends" Uh... political rhetoric to get support. But he didn't do that in front of me, he said the teachers were either bigoted oldies or hypocrites. And his 'friends' were just a bunch of brainless people who just A fool who relies on his family."

"So you feel that you are special in his heart?" The proprietress said with a half-smile, "What a wonderful illusion."

"Hey, hey, don't think I'm an idiot," Nora pleaded, "I'm not going to agree with him. I told him he only said that because our head teacher once caught him stealing and he had a grudge against him. .And the idiots he talks about are the ones who support him the most, which means he is the idiot among the idiots."

The proprietress laughed: "And then?"

"Usually, we break up, and then we meet again to work on something. I know I can't convince him, and he knows that I won't listen to him. Although there are some things that we have, but the two of us It's so different, in terms of personality...in certain concepts. I know his nature, cold, selfish, ruthless...he can't have a good impression of me. I can't deny that I have a little fantasy about him, but overall I just treat him as a friend... how to say, the kind of friendship that I hope can last a lifetime."

"But in the end you eloped."

"Yes," said Nora, "for that."

"What kind of thing? He stood up when you were robbed by gangsters? He played the guitar downstairs to confess your love? He gave you a bouquet of roses on Valentine's Day?"

"Neither." Nora shook her head. "There was a gas pipe explosion on the block where I lived, which caused a huge fire. I was at school and couldn't go back. So he sneaked out with me, Ran across most of London. At that time the whole block was blocked and there was a danger of explosion at any time, he led me across the blockade and found my home."

"So, you're in love with him?"

"Yes, I fell in love with him." Nora laughed, eyes curved. "At that time, I thought, maybe he also likes me a little bit."

The proprietress laughed: "If I were you, I would fall in love with him too, and I would not hesitate to elope to Northern Europe."

They were both laughing.

She didn't actually understand.thought Nora.In fact, it was not a gas pipe explosion, but a bombing.

In 1941, the whole of London was shrouded in the shadow of war. German planes whizzed overhead day and night, dropping an invitation to seal the death.Finally, on that occasion, the bomb fell on the roof of her house.And she was hiding in Hogwarts, reading the "Daily Prophet", without knowing what happened to the Muggle world.

Dean Dumbledore finally decided to break the news to her.He thinks she has a right to know.

That night, he said to her, "Come with me, I'll take you out."

They left the school by a secret road by the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and traveled across most of London on a flying broom.The German planes were still bombing day and night, and the streets, churches, and schools were all in ruins.

He and she walked among the rubble, braving the hail of bullets.

That's the power of Muggles.They don't have magic, no wands.But they had weapons and ammunition that could easily inflict tens of thousands of casualties.

But it was too late, too late.

At last Nora staggered upstairs.At the stairs, she seemed to remember something, and turned around: "Actually, I don't love him that much either."

"Little girl, at your grade, it is already a luxury to be able to talk about the word 'love'."

Nora went to the bathroom first to take a shower.

When I closed my eyes, those pictures appeared in front of my eyes again.

Men, women, adults, children... They are begging for something, they are screaming for something.Men stand in front of each other, women put their children behind each other.

But it's useless, everything is useless.

A green light flashed, it was the light of death.

If that voice said Avada Kedavra, it would be a happier way to die.

If it's anything else, it's a real nightmare.Like Cruciatus.Those painful howls echoed in Ruola's ears.

It was a lunatic, a pervert, a demented beast.His soul is rotten.

Nora knelt by the toilet and vomited, throwing up stomach acid.

"Cleaned up." She retrieved her wand from under the mattress and cast a spell on herself.The sour smell of vomit disappeared immediately.

She's still a wizard at heart.You can cast spells by holding a wand, you can also memorize the twelve uses of dragon blood, you know how to grow mandrakes, you used to be a Quidditch batter, and you were lucky enough to get an O in arithmetic divination in the OWL exam .

All told, she's an excellent witch, and a brave Gryffindor.

Even if she was about to face a murderous lunatic.

At this time, Nora thought of that day, that night, he and she rode on the flying broom, braving the cold wind and bombs, but she was not afraid at all, because he was there.It seemed like he could sort everything out.

About that time, that's when she fell in love with him.

The owl came quickly.The next day, a magnificent golden eagle flew into Nora's window, dropped the letter and left without delay, very haughty and Malfoy-like.

Nora tapped her wand, and the letter unfolded in front of her.

Sunday morning, Knockturn Alley, in front of Borgin-Bock Magic Store.

After displaying this line of writing, it automatically turned into ashes.

Today is Saturday.

Nora took time to go to Gringotts to exchange all the money she saved from work into Galleons, then returned to the attic and packed her luggage.

She went downstairs and the landlady was playing poker.

"I'm leaving," said Nora. "I've been taking care of you for a while, and I'm bothering you."

The proprietress didn't raise her head: "When?"

"tomorrow."

"Oh." The proprietress said, "It happens that there is one missing person." After she played the last card, Shi Shiran stood up: "Come with me, and settle your salary."

When they came to the back kitchen, the proprietress counted some money and handed it to her.

"Are you going to see him?" the proprietress said without questioning her tone.

"Yes," said Nora. "Anyway, I've got to see him again. Make a deal."

"It's over?" The proprietress shook her head, "Listen to me, little girl, go home quickly. You are still young, and things like this can be completely forgotten in two or three days."

go home?Of course she wanted to go home.more than anything else.

But she no longer has a home.Since she came here, since the bombing.

"I will," said Nora, pocketing the money.When she walked out of the room, Nora turned her head and said to the proprietress, "Maybe you can find him, maybe he's still waiting for you, maybe it's not too late to elope to Northern Europe now."

The proprietress stared at her and sneered: "Do you want to educate me, little girl?"

"It's never too late to do what you want," Nora said. "Really, if you still love him, go to him. Everything will work out." She hurried back and kissed the landlady cheek, and whispered into her ear in Latin, "May the god of Cronus bless you."

The next day, when the proprietress went up to the attic and knocked on the door of the room, she found the door was open.

The people inside have already left.

Nora took almost nothing with her, everything was neatly put away.The stack of banknotes was pressed on the table.

The windows were open and the wind was blowing the curtains.

The proprietress stood by the bed, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.She slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and said softly: "Good luck, little girl."