HP Cronos

Mr. John Gray is a physicist.

He graduated from Cambridge University and had made a small academic achievement, but his unconventional and opinionated behavior cost him his research job at Cambridge, and he was depressed for a while.

It was at that time that he met his current wife, Mrs. Gray. It didn't take long for them to put the marriage on the agenda. After marriage, Mr. Gray found a job as a middle school teacher in the local area. They also owned their own house in London and lived together very soon. Coming soon is a little angel, their daughter, Nora Gray.

The three of them lead a peaceful and happy life.

In the eyes of Mr. Gray, Nora is a kind, intelligent and exploring child.He once said to his wife: "She will definitely become a great scientist, just like Mrs. Curie and her daughter."

He doesn't care that his daughter is a bit weird in the eyes of others.Genius is always eccentric and not understood by the world.He always thought so.

And Mrs. Gray used to watch Nora worryingly, watching insects in the yard, running around.

"I think maybe our daughter is different from other kids in some ways," she told her husband.

"Don't worry, Liz." Mr. Gray reassured his wife. "Nora just likes science. It's not a big deal."

But these words could not dispel Mrs. Gray's worries.

"What if there's something extraordinary about her?"

"Every man is unique," said Mr. Gray philosophically.

Nora in the yard has already climbed up the cherry tree in the yard without a teacher. She walks among the branches like a dexterous little monkey.

The older Nora Gray felt lonely.

She wants to have a friend.

Then she met the boy named Tom Riddle.

He doesn't see her as an outlier.On the contrary, he classified her as the only one of his kind.

"Look," said Tom, when they had climbed up to the roof of the orphanage together, "what an ignorant and small creature."

Nora half-understands this, but she's glad that someone finally considers her a "friend."

She desperately wanted to keep the friendship going.So when Papa brought chocolate back from Belgium, she thought of Tom Riddle first.

But he actually said it was hard to eat.Nora was a little annoyed.Well, maybe chocolate isn't an option, but apple pie, which Mom baked herself.

1980 years.

Margaret Thatcher, Britain's first female prime minister, just came to power and began to implement her drastic reforms.

London, the largest city in the world, like Big Ben, runs in an orderly manner according to its established rhythm.

The wizarding world hidden under the calm surface is suffering an unprecedented catastrophe.

A wizard named Voldemort led his Death Eaters to almost control the entire wizarding world.The Ministry of Magic existed in name only, and the Minister was nothing more than a puppet held in the hands of a man who could not be named.

The shadow of death hangs over Britain.People go missing or are murdered every day.The Dark Mark has become an unforgettable nightmare for many people.

People are trembling and living in fear all day long.Many chose to flee abroad.

But there are still some people who choose to stay and fight to the end.They gather around the only wizard You-Know-Who fears and fight for justice.

Hogwarts has almost become the last piece of pure land in the British wizarding world, because Albus Dumbledore is here, even the Dark Lord can't start here.

Dumbledore looked through the window of the headmaster's office at the new green branches of the trees.

Another spring, as vibrant as any that came before.And the war is far from over.The man was more cunning than he thought.

When alone, Dumbledore would recall some of the past.There are too many complicated thoughts in his mind.

All his life he has been fighting against black magic.

When that man fell 35 years ago, he thought it was the end.

He had won the duel, he had his wand, he had sent him to his cell in the tower with his own hand, and he heard the cheers of the people.

There was only deep tiredness in his heart.

No more.At that time, he thought, such a tragedy should never happen again.

Yet history keeps repeating itself.

When Dumbledore first saw the boy in the orphanage, he didn't expect him to grow into what he is now.

The last time they saw each other was in the graveyard behind the chapel in Godric's Hollow, in front of countless headstones.

The man sat in a church pew, dressed in black, the color of a funeral.

He carried a white rose, in mourning for something.

Dumbledore walked into the church, staring silently at the man's back.

"Here you are, Dumbledore," said the man.

Dumbledore silently placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of the tombstone.

The wind blows through the church.

"Stop it, Tom," said Dumbledore, "before it's too late."

"Everything is irreparable."

The man folded his hands, as if praying.But Dumbledore knew he never believed in anything other than himself, neither the Muggle God nor the wizard's Merlin.

"All you have done is to defile the dead."

These words made the man stand up, and he turned slowly, facing Dumbledore.

Two of the most powerful wizards of our time faced off in silence.

Dumbledore confronted the man in the same way that day in 1945.

Then, the man in black turned around, gently placed the rose in his hand in front of a certain tombstone, and turned his back to Dumbledore defenselessly, who silently watched his actions.

"I've been wondering why people like you are willing to stay at Hogwarts." The man still turned his back to him.

"I thought you understood why," Dumbledore replied politely.

The man's laughter was high-pitched and cold.

"Don't think that you know me well, Dumbledore." He said, "The greatest wizard is, after all, just an old man kidnapped by justice and morality."

Dumbledore kept smiling: "I think it's better to be kidnapped by justice than evil."

None of them drew their wands, there was a tacit agreement.

After the man left, Dumbledore stood in the church for a long time.

Among these numerous tombstones, one belongs to his mother, and the other belongs to his sister, the guilt of his life.There will also be a piece for him.

He was thinking, he had been thinking, how to make the most sense of his own death.

The white tombstone quietly blooms in front of a certain name.

Dumbledore let out a faint sigh.

Lily Potter's belly was getting bigger every day.

Soon, the child will be born.

He was indeed a surprise to the Potters.At such a moment, no one can guarantee that this child will grow up safely.

But more joy than surprise.

Upon hearing the news, James Potter was so excited that he broke a teacup.

"I'm going to be a father? I'm going to be a father!" He kept giggling, so happy that he forgot to use "recovery".

Lily looked at him and couldn't help smiling.

"Looks like my kid is going to have a silly dad," she said.

Congratulations came.Sirius Black was of course the first.

"Honestly, I still can't believe it, you're all going to have a baby." The always rebellious Sirius said leaning against the wall, "Hey, think about it, a baby."

"You are definitely jealous, Sirius." James teased his best friend pretending to be serious.

Then there's Remus, Peter Pettigrew, and the Order of the Phoenix, including Dumbledore.

James has received well wishes from all directions, and the smile on his face has never faded these days.

Whenever there is a new life, there is always joy.

Things were not all smooth sailing, the ranks of Death Eaters grew stronger and stronger, and Voldemort even included werewolves, giants and vampires into his camp-he allowed them to kill, which was exactly what they wanted.

On one occasion, Voldemort himself found out where the Potters lived.On that occasion, two members of the Order of the Phoenix died, and the Potters narrowly escaped.

One by one the members died, and the grief nearly broke Lily, but she survived.

This kid must have been a kid full of courage.she thinks.

Lily suddenly felt a pain in her abdomen.

"James!" she yelled.

"What's wrong?" The man with messy hair rushed up from downstairs immediately and asked anxiously.

"The water is broken," Lily said, "call someone for help."

Blessings abound on this Godric's Hollow house.Dumbledore, who was busy running around, also sent a bag of zizi honey candy to congratulate.

Sirius, who has always claimed that he hates children, can't put it down.

"What's his name?" Sirius asked.

"We've already figured it out." James and Lily smiled at each other, "Harry, if it's a boy, call it Harry."

"Sounds a bit ordinary." Peter Pettigrew expressed his opinion tremblingly.

"I think it's a good name." Sirius said impatiently. "Do you want to name it like my family? A dozen Absaxters or Regulus, it's just boring."

"One more thing, Sirius." Lily winked at him, "Let James tell you."

Sirius looked suspiciously from Lily to James' face.

"We want you to be Harry's godfather." James pushed up his glasses.

Sirius froze for a moment, then broke into a bright smile.

"You should have said that long ago, James," he said. "I'll never forgive you as long as you make someone else godfather to this boy."

He lifted the child up high.The black-haired, green-eyed boy giggled at him.Godric's Hollow is overcast outside the window, and people inside celebrate the boy's birth.

Harry, Harry Potter.

With a father and a mother like that, he will grow up to be a brave boy.

Harry Potter was born in summer.

And another boy with black hair and black eyes was born in winter.

They are all mixed race.

They will all be orphans.

They both grew up in Muggle society.

They will all go to Hogwarts.

They have the same phoenix tail feather in their wands.

Maybe everything has been determined by the movement of the star track.

Who knows?

"Where are you going?"

"U.K."

"Go home?"

"Yes."

"It's not a good time to go there at this time. Listen to me, boy, go to America, Egypt, or just stay in France, anywhere is better than England."

"But I'm going back to England."

"Is there any relatives there?"

"more or less."

"You can take them over and I'll be happy to host them."

"No, that man would not be willing to leave England."

"Then there is nothing to be done. Here is the portkey to Grimmauld Place, London. I wish you a safe voyage."

"Thank you. But why there?"

"Because I used to visit friends there, the Black family lived there for generations."

"Okay. Allow me to thank you again."

"You're welcome. You're my aunt's friend. Besides, Hufflepuffs never turn away people in need."

The author has something to say: Glenn Devore, who has not been online for a long time, has a sense of presence again.

Before the seventh part, I clearly stood firmly on the CP of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.