HP Cronos

"What's wrong with you?" Nora frowned and looked at Elaine who was eagerly asking her for help just now.Her brown tender eyes filled with tears.

Nora felt a chill rise up her spine.It's not the influence of the evil power of the Horcrux, it's the Immortal Curse!Elaine was controlled from the start.

It was too late to regret, she immediately took out her wand and shouted at Elaine: "Disarm you!"

Elaine fell down, and the golden cup came out of her hand.Nora took out the gun she had prepared and aimed it at the gold cup and pulled the trigger.It was more fragile than expected, shattering with the sound of the bullets.

Goodbye, Tom.

However, one second, two seconds, ten seconds... nothing changed.

what happened?Cronus' magic has failed?at such a time?

Tears rolled down Elaine's face, as if her throat was stuck by a pair of invisible hands, she said hoarsely like a person who was suffocating due to lack of oxygen, and said with difficulty: "Go...quick..."

Before Nora understood what she meant, an elegant and peaceful voice sounded.

"Do you want to destroy this thing and run away, Nora?"

Tom Riddle was sitting in a high-backed chair in front of them, his back turned to them until now, and now he was turning around, playing with a small gold cup.

Nora looked at the fragments on the ground, then at the one in Riddle's hand, and understood everything.

"Fake." She gritted her teeth.

Elaine had already burst into tears, but walked to Riddle uncontrollably.

"You already knew that I wanted to destroy that golden cup." Nora said, "But, how did you..."

"Probably when I saw you for the first time." He smiled, his black eyes glowing with pearls, "How do you explain that a person who had been dead for four years appeared in front of me again?"

Nora's mouth felt abnormally dry, and her vocal cords were drying up so she couldn't make a sound.

"So, I did a little research and found something even more interesting..." Riddle continued in his unhurried tone, "You appeared in front of Borgin Blog with the Ravenclaw diadem. My The previous boss assured me it was the real thing and not a fake like the one you just destroyed - I don't think he would have lied for his life. You asked him where I was going. Soon you Appearing in front of me, I went through wind and rain, and traveled long distances without daring to delay for a moment. What's more unfortunate, my ring and diary disappeared."

"What do you think I can conclude, Nora?" he asked her softly.

Nora Gray died four years ago in an accident, falling from a broomstick.

Her parents had long since died in the war, and she had no brothers or other close relatives.The Ministry of Magic took care of her funeral, and only a few friends from Hogwarts and colleagues from the Ministry of Magic attended the funeral.

Nora found the cemetery, and her picture on the tombstone smiled at her.Other than that, there is nothing left to prove that she ever existed.

The answer is ready to come.It wasn't just herself who could receive memories from different worlds, Riddle could too.

It took Nora a while to get the speech function back.

"What do you want to do? Forget it all, or just kill me?"

"I told you, stay there," he said. "Gryffindors never learn the lesson of obedience."

Nora raised the gun and pointed it at him, the muzzle trembling slightly.

"Why do you have to fight like this every time?" He raised his eyes, "Are you going to kill me with this? With something we created together? I said I would never hurt you, why can't you trust me once , Nora?"

"You remember them all?" she asked.

"Put down the gun and come here." Riddle did not answer her, but reached out to her, "Come with me, we can travel, go anywhere. I promise you now, I will not make Horcruxes again, No more black magic."

Yes, put down the gun, hold his hand, and go to travel the world, away from Europe, away from those predestined fates, what a tempting promise.

Nora scrunched her face, shook her head, and said, "Sorry, I can't trust you."

She remembered the bloody smell he couldn't get rid of when he visited late at night, remembered the blood stains on the hem of his robe accidentally, remembered his suspicious friends in the underground bar called "Blood Pool", remembered what the clerks said Roselle, who died at the joint.

"I've been dreaming." Nora took a deep breath, "I saw you changed beyond recognition, I saw you murder for pleasure, I saw you surrounded by lunatics and cowards, I saw—you alone Die, and people cheer around your dead body—you are completely dead, and your soul is with you."

"You said you want me to believe you, so can you believe me once?" She asked, "Give up, there is only failure ahead of you, thousands of times, time after time, failure."

Riddle looked at her.

It was strange that he didn't get angry, didn't let the bitterness in his heart distort his face.

He just laughed and put the gold cup on the carpet.

"I will not fail," he said. "I will outlive anyone, and I will gain power that no one has ever had. I will see Dumbledore reduced to ashes, and I will become the master of wizards."

"you will not!"

"If you believe that, take it, Nora," he said with a smile. "You can get away from here, but no one else. I'm going to continue my career, starting with this girl." His Eyes flicked to Elaine: "I will wipe out all those who stand in my way. I will wait more patiently than ever until your trusted Professor Dumbledore runs out of fuel - you say, by then, Who else can stop me?"

He watched Nora's wavering expression with satisfaction.

"Choose, Nora," he said. "Run or stay."

Nora's muzzle dropped a few inches.She looked at Elaine.

What will happen if she leaves?More, more deaths than last time.

Elaine turned around suddenly, threw herself at Riddle, and tightly entwined his arm.

She broke Riddle's spell of her own volition.

"Go!" she shouted.

Nora woke up like a dream, she aimed the gun at the Jinbei, but hesitated at the moment when she was about to do it.

"Go and save more people!" Elaine said, "I beg you, go and save more people!"

Nora aimed the gold cup and pulled the trigger.Almost at the same time, the golden cup shone brightly.Nora covered her eyes.

Hufflepuffs help those in need.

If you pray, she will answer.

In the twilight, Nora heard a voice as gentle as the first snowflakes in winter.

"You want to save everyone."

"Yes."

"But, my boy, that is impossible."

"But we have the blessing of Cronos."

"Fate may change due to a small fluctuation, but time will not. Time is a long river that runs forever, and time is a star that never stops running. Time can give some small favors to some human beings, but it will not Stay. All beginnings lead to the same end."

"I don't understand... I've traveled through the future and the past."

"You understand, my boy."

"what should I do?"

"Do what you have to do, and save those you can," she said. "The blessing of Kronorus will bless you, brave boy."

There is a small black room in the orphanage, which is specially used to punish those disobedient children.

It's a nightmare for many kids.They'd rather be slapped and skip lunch to do the dishes for a week than spend a night in there.

Children are not afraid of heaven and earth, but they are afraid of the ghosts hidden in the night.

Today, that boy was punished again by Mrs. Cole.Liz whimpered and accused him of robbing her doll.

"That's what my mother left for me!" She cried, repeating a sentence, "It's my mother's."

"I didn't do it!" The boy's hands were pressed behind his back by the nurse, struggling like a small animal caught in a trap, "I swear I didn't touch her mother's things!"

The children in the orphanage gathered in a circle, laughing and whispering.

They like to see boys in bad luck.

All the sounds gave Mrs. Cole a headache, and she said sternly, "You're lying again, Tom. God, can't you be a little ashamed?"

"I didn't!" cried the boy. "I don't care for that rag doll."

Liz cried even harder.

Regardless of his fierce resistance, under the command of Mrs. Cole, the stout female nurse picked up the struggling boy and threw him into the dark room, locking the door.

The boy who was pushed into the door listened coldly to the sound of people dispersing outside the door, and then found a cleaner place to sit down.

Tom Riddle was a frequent visitor to The Black Room.

He is not afraid of the dark, and even somewhat likes it.Those people outside are too stupid to know how much valuable things are hidden in the dark.

But he hated the feeling of being restricted by others.

Mrs. Cole's face flashed before him, the faces of the filthy children in the orphanage.

They are not worthy of his attention, not even qualified for his hatred.He leaned against the damp, cold wall and thought.They're going to pay for what they've done, and he, sooner or later he's going to get out of here, out of this place full of rubbish.

He belonged to a higher place, though he did not yet know where that place was.He knew that nobler blood than all of them ran in his veins, though he did not know who his father was.

The only light came from the light filtering through the crack in the door.

Those ignorant children are running and shouting and laughing in the sun.

Tom Riddle hated it all deeply.

Someone was banging on the old wooden door.

"Tom, Tom? You're locked up again!"

The boy didn't answer, he hissed something, and a small snake slipped from his wrist and slipped through the crack of the door.When it came back, it had two chocolates in its mouth.

Tom Riddle unceremoniously opened the package, stuffed the black solid into his mouth, and frowned.

He hates sweets.

"Papa brought this back from a foreign country." The voice outside the door was still chattering, "Do you like it?"

Tom munched on what seemed to him the worst chocolate.He had to swallow them because he had nothing else to eat for the rest of the day.

"Why do you take other people's dolls?" The person outside the door was still talking, "If you like, I can give you mine, which was made by my mother."

Tom still didn't answer.He lolled against the wall.

Finally, after talking to herself for a long time, the person outside finally gave up, she kicked the door: "I'm leaving, Tom."

"It's hard to eat," he said.

"what?"

"I said chocolate, it tastes awful," he said. "I need water."

"Hey! If you think it tastes bad, you should tell me sooner! Give me back the remaining piece!" The person outside the door shouted dissatisfied.

He heard footsteps leave, and soon returned, a jar of water was brought in through the crack of the door.Another pair of eyes looked inside through the gap, and she said, "I'm really leaving this time, see you tomorrow!"

Tom Riddle chuckled, but didn't respond.He heard the girl's footsteps go away, but did not come back.

He knew she would come back, after the sun had set and risen.