HP Cronos

Marilyn Road was, of course, the name of a Muggle street.No. 9 Marlene Road looks no different from the Muggle houses around it.

No wonder no one can find Nick Flamel.First of all, his pictures in the history books do not look like him at all.Secondly, who would have thought that such a famous wizard would actually live in the Muggle community?

Nora rang the bell.The door opened a crack, and something seemed to confirm their identities through the crack.

"Come in," said Nicole Flamel.

His home looked warm and cozy, but something was always missing.

There are many photographs and portraits by the fireplace.Riddle glanced at it, none of which belonged to the owner of the house.

The legendary alchemist Nicole Flamel was more approachable than he imagined. He invited them to sit down and served hot tea.

"No one has been here as a guest for many years." Nicole Flamel said, "When was the last time... I don't really remember. It's hard to remember what happened recently, but I can remember things many years ago Clearly."

Nora drank the black tea, looking around with dribbling eyes.

"I want to ask about the Sorcerer's Stone." Riddle said straight to the point.

Nicole Flamel laughed like only an old man could.

"I can see that you are not interested," he said. "I have seen too many people who are obsessed with the Philosopher's Stone. Of course, there have been some disciples." He filled his teacup: "Very few people succeed , rarely. Alchemy is not an easy path. Only those with talent and luck can succeed."

"But you made it." Riddle stared at Nicole Flamel.

"With no humility, I happen to have both," said Nicole Flamel, "and more importantly, to see the path ahead. I've met a lot of extremely talented people who were Something blinds the eyes.”

"I don't think that's deception," said Tom. "Didn't you also seek immortality?"

"Lonely eternal life is more frightening than death." Nicole Flamel said meaningfully, "and excessive lust drives people into madness. Over the years, there have been countless ways of immortality. The dark wizard Hypor once Trying to split his soul to gain eternal life, he went mad and died. There is a reason why black magic is forbidden."

"You mean...Hyper?" Tom asked.There was imperceptible tension in his voice.

Nora lowered her head and looked at her reflection in the black tea.

"Just by the way. There's no need to be so wary, young man, I just suddenly wanted to invite two people to have afternoon tea." Nicole Flamel smiled, and he looked around: "It can be regarded as leaving some for this house." remember."

"You don't live here anymore?" asked Nora.

"Probably," he said, "maybe it's the last time I invite people to drink black tea here. At the invitation of a friend, I plan to move to England. It's in Devon, and it's a good place for seclusion."

It was dusk when they left.

Nora looked back reluctantly: "I think, maybe I will never see him again in the future."

"An antique that's good for nothing but age," Riddle said.

Nora blinked teasingly. "You're just mad that he saw through you. Because he criticized your immortality...your point of view." very interested."

"you like him?"

"Of course," said Nora, "he's a bit like Dumbledore, don't you think?"

Riddle thought of the alchemist's meaningful eyes.He seems to know something, Hybor, immortality, tearing souls apart.But he won't know.How could he know?The old man who lived in France would not know his deepest secrets, secrets that not even Dumbledore knew.

But it's not safe.

For a moment, he had a killing intent.Already holding the wand, all it takes is a spell.Not even Nicolas May could resist.

Then Nora suddenly asked: "Have you been living in France?"

"Of course not." Nicole Flamel replied.

Then they happily talked about what they had seen and heard in various countries.Nora kept amazed, like an uninformed Muggle.

She was originally a Muggle-born, a Mudblood.

But the killing intent disappeared.He picked up the teacup as if nothing had happened.

"I think it's time to say goodbye, Miss Nora Gray," said Tom Riddle.

Nora stopped in her tracks.

"I thought...we could be together..." she murmured.

"It's not that I don't know you, and I don't intend to become friends with you." Tom Riddle looked distant and indifferent.

"But..." Nora stopped, and then said, "but I haven't returned the money to you yet."

"No more," Riddle said, "Galleon from Mudblood, I'd rather throw it into the Black Lake.

Nora looked at him in disbelief.Then, her face turned red from her neck to the tips of her ears, and she trembled with anger.

"you say……"

"Am I not clear enough? Mudblood." His dark eyes were cold and deep.

He counted silently in his heart.

three.

two.

One.

The girl who was staring at him withdrew her gaze, turned and left silently and angrily.

This scene seems familiar.

Her figure disappeared into the crowd.Tom Riddle shook hands, as if trying to grab something.Finally, he took hold of his wand.

There are many ways to get to Paris.

Rent flying brooms or carpets, Portkeys, Floo Nets, or Apparition.

But some people like to rent a Thestral carriage and drive through the entire forest.Not only can you appreciate the magical species in the forest, but it is also leisurely and fun, and it is very popular among wizards who travel and visit.

Elaine de Hussey was one of them.She's a botanist, and it's a good choice to get up close and personal with the forest on the way back to Paris.

"Excuse me, miss." The owner of the car rental company raised the curtain of the carriage.

"what's up?"

"Here is a gentleman who wants to hire a carriage for Paris, but you have hired the last one. He wants to ask you if he can take this carriage with you."

Elaine poked her head out, and she saw a tall, black-haired man in plain clothes.

"Let him come and talk to you in person," said the boss.

As the man approached, Elaine realized that he was a very handsome young man, well-behaved and well-dressed.

"Nice to meet you, miss." He bowed slightly, "I wonder if you can agree to this request...I know it's a bit abrupt, but I still don't want to miss this forest."

"Of course." Elaine readily agreed, "Is there any reason to prevent people from getting close to plants." She held out her hand to him: "Elaine Hussey"

"Tom Riddle." He took her hand. "It's an honor to know you."

Under the gaze of those black eyes, Elaine felt her face flush slightly.

It didn't take long for Elaine to discover that Riddle would make an excellent traveling companion.

She was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was from England.

"Yes, my ancestral home is also in England." Elaine told him, "Although it was hundreds of years ago, we still keep our original surname."

Riedel was not flamboyant like a French wizard.He is always polite and gentleman, listening to her patiently.At the same time, he is also a very knowledgeable person. Talking to him has benefited Elaine a lot and made the trip very enjoyable.

After a while, they could already call each other by their Christian names.

"You are from England, I think you must have graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Elaine said.

"Yes. I consider it my real home," Riddle said. "I always hope to convince the headmaster that I can stay at Hogwarts for the summer instead of going back to the orphanage."

"Oh... sorry... I..."

"No, that's not something worth saying sorry for." Riddle said, "Compared to others, I don't lack anything. Thanks to Hogwarts." He smiled and didn't complain about the injustice of fate.

But Elaine couldn't help feeling sad for him.

They finally talked about their families.

"I wish you were from Hufflepuff," said Elaine. "My great-grandfather used to say we were descended from her, but we lost her things when we moved to England."

"Oh, the relic? What does it look like?"

"Sounds like a small object, a cup or something like that."

Elaine saw Riddle thinking.What she didn't see was the flash of red light in his eyes.

Nora caught up with them the next morning.

She roamed the streets aimlessly alone, her stomach protesting with dissatisfaction.

Well done, she lost Riddle again.

That was the first time he had used that word to describe her.

Anyone can use that word.Malfoy, Black, those pure-blood families with their jaws raised to the sky.

But she couldn't stand hearing it from Riddle.

She squatted on the street depressed, and then saw a broomstick on the side of the road, maybe its owner parked it temporarily by the side of the road.

Nora looked around, said sorry three times silently in her heart, stepped forward quickly, rode it and flew away.

Well, well, she almost became a Death Eater, and stealing was a minor crime by comparison.

The results of Quidditch training back then were still there, and Nora quickly mastered the broom.

She flew for a long time and circled several times over the forest before finding out Riddle's exact location.She plunged headlong through the dense forest, her clothing and skin torn by sharp branches.

Damn, she's no good at tinkering with healing spells.

She stepped on solid ground, whining as she flapped the leaves on her body.

Elaine was talking about her work with Tom Riddle, the man opposite frowned, showing a absent-minded look for the first time.

"Stop and wait for me, please?" he asked.

"Did something happen?"

"It's not a big deal." He replied lightly.

He got out of the car and walked straight to the figure who had scrambled into the shadows of the woods when he saw him coming.

"Hey, hello, Tom." Nora Gray gave him a dry smile.

She didn't look well at all, with a few bloodstains on her cheeks.

The person opposite her didn't look too good either. He looked at her with a gloomy and terrifying expression, as if he had seen something that made him extremely angry.

"Why do you keep following me?" He asked.

"Because I..." Nora twisted her clothes, then she raised her head and looked him in the eyes bravely, "Because I love you, from a long time ago."

Tom's expression became more terrifying.

The wand was in his hand.

The air stagnates.Nora just looked at him, pursing her lips stubbornly, without any weapon in her hand.

At last he lowered his wand and said, "Get out of my sight."

"Tom, is she..."

Riddle turned his head and saw Elaine standing not far away with a confused expression.

"Nothing," Riddle said. "Just a guy I met in town. Let's go."

very nice.Nora thought bitterly.Now, she is disheveled and messed up, while the unknown girl looks beautiful, gentle, considerate and kind.

For the first time in her life, Nora tasted jealousy, though she didn't realize it.

Sitting by the lake, she struggled with her matted hair against the water.

Damn Riddle.

The author has something to say: In the seventh book of the original book, Tom Riddle went to Albaria to get the crown as soon as he graduated, and then worked in the Bojin-Blog Black Magic Shop.

The order is slightly changed here.