HP Cronos

They strolled leisurely in the cemetery like a walk.Nora realized that she had never walked and talked with a man like this before.

"It's been so long since the war," said Nora. "You see, these people died during the Great War. The grass is so tall in front of the tombstones now."

The wizard's tombstone is full of strange things.But in any case, the bones lying underneath will not be resurrected.

Riddle didn't answer her.He looks forward.

At the end of the cemetery sat a young man.He put a bunch of things in front of the tombstone and stood quietly.

He turned to look at them and chatted naturally.

"Wizards from England?" he asked.English is spoken to a rare standard.But he looked exactly like a Muggle.

"Yes," said Nora, "but how did you know?"

"Magic always leaves traces," he said with a smile, "a friend of mine said."

"Are you here to see the lady?" asked Riddle.

Nora marveled at his polite manner.

"My wife," the man replied, "she is a Muggle who has asked to be buried in her home cemetery."

"Oh," said Nora softly, "I'm so sorry..." To die so young.

"It's her own choice," the man said, "but I can't blame her."

Nora was still confused about what her choice meant.The man turned his head to Nora.

"Miss, did anyone tell you that your brown eyes are like the best Jamaican coffee?"

This is the first time Nora has been praised in France.It was also the first time in her life that someone complimented her appearance.

"Reminds me of her," the man added.

"It's not just her choice." Riddle said suddenly, "It's also your choice."

The man laughed.

"What a clever boy," he said, "you have only one in Europe in 200 years. But in 100 years, I have seen two, and they are both in England. It is worthy of being born there." The kingdom of Merlin."

His peaceful, wise eyes reminded Nora of Dumbledore.

"I live at No. [-] Malian Road." He said, "Come over for tea when you have time, and bring your lover with you."

The description of a lover made Nora's ears turn slightly red.

He turned around and disappeared into the cemetery.

"What do you mean? Who is he?" Nora asked suspiciously.

Riddle pointed to the tombstone.

Inscribed on the plain white tombstone are these words:

Perenal Rein

+1921-1949

"It's just a trick of the eye." Riddle waved his wand, and what appeared in front of Nora was a white marble statue of a woman with a gentle smile.

The writing on the tombstone has changed.

Perenal Flamel

+1338-1949

Death is a gift.

"The man just now was Nicole Flamel!" Nora exclaimed, "but, he is over 600 years old, he should be an old man by now."

"The Philosopher's Stone keeps youth forever," Riddle said.

They lowered their heads and watched "Death is a gift" in unison.

"She did it of her own accord," said Nora, cheerily. "Death is a relief to her."

"She's only a Muggle after all," said Riddle, "not strong enough to bear the price of immortality."

"It's really boring." Nora lowered her head and kicked the stones beside her feet, a little sullenly, "I don't want to live anymore. It sounds like life is meaningless."

They turned around and left.Tom re-adds the blindfold against wizards.

He did not tell Nora that there was an empty tomb beside Marlene Lemer's curtain.

Nicholas Flamel

+1330-1995

eternal sin

Riddle lowered his eyes, mocking.

Obviously no longer have the joy of life, but still afraid of death.Acts of weakness.

(Nicolas Flamel as Nick Flamel)

"Where are we going now?" Nora asked as they walked out of the cemetery.

"I'm going to Germany," said Riddle. "I think we'd better leave it at that."

"But..." she said cautiously, "won't you go to Nicole Flamel?"

"I don't think meeting him will do me any good," Riddle said. "I'm not going to be an alchemist."

"But you are interested in the Philosopher's Stone. You used to..." Nora said, and she quickly changed her words. "When you were at Hogwarts, you were excellent in all subjects. Alchemy must not be difficult for you."

"You want to find Nico Flamel?"

"I don't really want to... It's just that he has the Philosopher's Stone, the stone of immortality, isn't it amazing?" Nora said, "and he asked us to go together. He talked to us because he thought we were lovers." , didn't we? Because we reminded him of him and his wife. If I went alone, he probably wouldn't even open the door for me."

She looked at him pitifully.

He should reject her.Dump her here.Even... make her disappear forever.Then, go to number nine Marlene Road alone and make up a perfect lie to get as much as you can from the six-hundred-year-old alchemist.

However, he just turned his eyes slightly: "Okay, we can go to see him together."

That's because it might be more rewarding to take her with you than to go alone.He convinced himself so.

Riddle led Nora into a cabin that was ignored by Muggles.

This is a wizard hotel.

Nora was a little taken aback.It turned out that Voldemort stayed in the hotel during his travels.She thought he would... well, she didn't know where he would sleep.Maybe he didn't need to sleep at all.

But all in all, everything went better than she expected.

Riddle skillfully asked the boss for two rooms.

This was the first time Nora stayed in a wizard's inn.It looks like a low and dilapidated log cabin, but it is bright and spacious inside.Gathered wizards from all over.The boss gives them two winged keys that will guide them to their room.

The corridors of the hotel are like an ever-changing maze, much more complicated than the stairs in Hogwarts.This is also a security measure, only the owner of the room can find their room.

"I didn't expect wizards to have hotels." Nora looked around curiously.

"It's not just for wizards." Riddle explained, "All magical creatures are accepted here."

No wonder she saw a group of Veela just now.

They reached the door of the room.

Because they came together, the rooms of both sides are next to each other.

Riddle hands Nora the key.When she took the key, she touched his finger, and quickly retracted like an electric shock.Riddle saw her raise her eyes slightly and looked at him anxiously.

"Good night," he said.

"Good night."

Then they each closed the door of the room.

"Nagini." Riddle summoned in Parseltongue.

The little white snake slid out of his duffel bag, hissing and sticking out its tongue in response.

"Keep an eye on her," he said, "quietly, without her noticing."

The little snake understood what the master meant, slipped out through the crack of the door and disappeared.

Nora Gray was on the other side of the wall.

Riddle stared at the wall.

A Mudblood.he thought, he told himself.A lowly Mudblood, a witch without a brain.

No one can be an exception.

Nora was flipping through the book "Theoretical Research and Practice of Time Magic".

"In the temporal domain, there are many hypotheses, many of which are difficult to prove."

"Using a small time-turner, you can only go back in time for a short time, and it is a one-way journey. This will make the same thing in a different time and space appear at the same time. There was a wizard who went back in time and killed himself. The past self died. , while the future self lives. This is equivalent to the fact that the future self replaces the present self, while time continues.”

"According to the hypothesis of parallel space-time, backtracking time is equivalent to crossing from time-space A to time-space B, and the time of the two space-times proceeds independently, avoiding the paradox of killing oneself. But the hypothesis is just a hypothesis. Due to the unique observer theory, we We only see our own time and space. After we leave a certain time and space, we don’t know whether it collapses or continues. We don’t even know whether the time and space we exist in is real.”

The pile of nouns gave Nora a headache, and she closed the book and put it in her bag.

Riddle's diary and Ravenclaw's diadem lay quietly inside.

Speaking of the diadem, she used it to trick Riddle out of Bokin Blog.

"I didn't say I would sell it to you." After getting the news she wanted, she made a face at Bojin Blog, "Goodbye."

The face of the man behind the counter was distorted with anger.

Thinking about it now, it should have been sold to him at that time, otherwise it would not have ended up penniless like it is now.

The next day, Nora decided to go shopping for clothes first, to show how much she attached importance to the appointment.

There are colorful and all kinds of new-style robes in the clothing store.Nora hastily picked up two pieces, and only realized that she was short of money when she checked out.Riddle threw a handful of Galleons onto the counter.

Given the extent to which Bojinblog exploited employees, Nora decided it was best not to know where the Galleons came from.

In the end, she owed him money no matter where she was.

"When did you become so rich?" Nora murmured while hugging her clothes, "You were obviously poorer than me..."

Riddle walked in front of her without looking back.

Nora remembered running into Riddle the first time she went to Diagon Alley.

The whole family freaked out when the owl flew through the window and dropped the acceptance letter written in green ink.

Dad firmly refused to believe in magic.

"Magic? Of course it can't exist. Totally, totally unscientific," he said stubbornly.

The mother was angry: "Could it be that Nora is a witch, so she is not your daughter? You should have discovered that she is different from other children!"

"That Diagon Alley, I'll go with her." Mom finally said.

Nora came to Diagon Alley for the first time, and saw so many things she had never seen before, which was both novel and a little scary.She was very happy to see Riddle in the crowd.She knew he must be a wizard too.She tried to say hello to him, but Mom was there.

Mom always said, don't associate with those kids in the orphanage.

So Nora held back the "Tom" that blurted out.

They'd always meet anyway, she thought.

Tom Riddle was alone, without parents or relatives, in poorly fitting and faded clothes from the orphanage, clutching a piece of parchment.

He can solve everything by himself.This is his habit.

Tom was staring at something, and Nora followed his gaze. It was Gringotts, the wizard's bank, and many people came and went.She and her mother had just exchanged wizard currency from it too.The person who came out shook the Galleon in his pocket, showing a smug expression.And he didn't have to, nor was he entitled to get in there.

Then, Riddle turned his head and quickly disappeared into the crowded Diagon Alley.

Maybe she should have said hello to him then.Norah thought so more than once.Then they can go to Diagon Alley together.She might be able to convince her mother to like him then.She had reason to invite him home for Christmas.

If so, it would be great.

Nora walked down the street in her new clothes, and she didn't look more normal. This dark green robe might not suit the current Muggle aesthetics.

"This is my first time in France." Nora told Riddle, "Our family used to go on vacation in the summer and planned to go to France, but in the end we didn't make it."

"I'm a bitch wizard." Nora said abruptly.

"Oh," said Tom quietly.It seemed that he didn't hate Muggles and Muggles at all, and the Dark Lord who indulged his subordinates in order to kill Muggles for fun had nothing to do with him.

"I think—" Nora said cautiously, "we can do more shopping in France. There are so many good things here, Paris, French cuisine, Louvre, perfume..." She listed them all and she didn't feel impressed. something of interest.

Riddle looked cold.

"Well, you probably don't like either." She shrugged and decided to keep her mouth shut.

The author has something to say: Lao Deng, who has not been online for a long time, once again brushed up his presence.

I myself feel that I am a true fan of Lao Deng.