HP Cronos

"It's boring to make everyone fear you."

"Why do you make Horcruxes?"

"Alone immortality is more terrifying than death."

"What do you want, Tom?"

Tom Riddle woke up again from his dream.He was lying on a hard wooden bed in the orphanage, sweating profusely, with a dark ceiling in front of him.

He got up and walked to the window, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, like a giant dragon wandering through the sky.

There will be storms tonight.

When Nora was about to leave, she couldn't help but look back at her sleeping mother lying on the chair.

A little sleep potion, good for her.

She had just held the doorknob when a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"Nora."

Nora turned her head in disbelief and saw her father.Their eyes met and neither spoke.

"you……"

"I knew it all the time," said Mr. Gray, going slowly down the stairs. "I heard all that was said."

"But... when..."

"A long time ago, when your mother and I were not married."

Nora opened her mouth.She suddenly discovers that both her parents have their own secrets.

"I hesitated, because not everyone finds out that their lover is a witch," Mr. Gray said, "but in the end I made a choice. She doesn't want me to know, so I can pretend not to know."

"I thought..." Nora shook her head, "No, it's nothing..." She walked up to her father and hugged him tightly.

"You think I'm afraid because you and your mother are witches?" laughed Mr. Gray. "You underestimate your father, Nora."

"I miss you all very, very much, always..."

"Me too," said Mr. Gray softly. "Can I ask you one thing, Nora?"

"what's up?"

"Use magic to make your mother forget about today, if you can...make her forget you."

Nora looked up in surprise: "But I'll be right back, once I leave here!"

"You're not coming back, Nora," said Mr. Gray. "The police have found your body, abandoned in the bushes." He said calmly, "I went to the police two days ago. Police, claim the body, and ask them not to tell your mother about it."

Nora stared at Mr. Gray. He was much older than the father in memory, his temples were covered with white hair that grew overnight, and his thin cheeks drooped loosely.

"Can you help me with this?"

Nora walked up to her mother and drew her wand at her.She is not good at forgetting spells, let alone how to modify other people's memories.

"One...one..." She closed her eyes, "Everything is forgotten."

The light of the curse flashed, and Mrs. Gray would never remember that she had a daughter after she woke up.

"Go, Nora," said Mr. Gray, "do what you have to do. Sooner or later, parting will come."

Nora took a deep look at him and opened the door. The rain had stopped and there was a glimmer of dawn in the sky.

She stood at the door, unable to move forward.

"You're grown up, Nora," said Mr. Gray. "Go, don't be afraid."

She took a deep breath, put on her cloak, and rushed out into the dawn.

Mrs. Cole knocked on the boy's door.

"Tom, someone wants to see you."

The boy who was reading looked up and saw a somewhat familiar woman standing at the door.

"He's Tom Riddle," said Mrs. Cole.

"Can I talk to him alone?" the woman asked.

"Of course," said Mrs. Cole, closing the door for them.

"Hello, Tom." The woman familiarly pulled the only chair in the room and sat opposite him, "I'm Nora Gray."

The name made the boy put on a defensive look.

"I said that I don't know where she is." He said firmly, "I stayed in the room that day and never went out. Everyone in the orphanage can testify."

"Don't be so nervous, I'm not the policeman here to question you." The woman looked around the bare walls nostalgicly, "Speaking of which, I haven't been here for a long time."

"You said your name was Nora Gray," said Tom.

"I'm Nora Celia Gray... well, I don't quite remember my middle name most of the time," she said. "I'm your friend Nora."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm from the future." She said lightly.

Tom stood up abruptly, an angry blush came over his pale face.

"You're fooling me," he said word for word.

"I didn't," Nora said. "Can't you just sit down and listen to me?"

The boy stood stubbornly, staring at her not to be outdone, searching for suspicious marks on her face.

Nora sighed.

"You hate sweets, you hate the children in the orphanage, you hate the sun that is too bright, and you especially hate your name that is too common." She said, "And that name comes from your father. You like to read books. You will get revenge. You are very smart. .You can also speak Parseltongue, and you named a little snake Nagini."

Tom's pupils tightened suddenly.

"Prove it to me." He said hoarsely.

Nora drew her wand.

"According to the rules, wizards are not supposed to use magic in front of ordinary people." Nora said, "However, you will become a wizard sooner or later." She waved her wand, and the books on the bed flew up, following the direction of her finger It falls lightly on top of the cabinet.

Tom looked at his book and then at Norah.

"you are a--"

"Witches. And you're a wizard," Nora said. "When you're 11, a professor comes to inform you that you've been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Then you get straight A's." Graduated from Hogwarts."

"Then?"

"We're married." Nora opened her eyes and said nonsense.

Perhaps too frightened, Tom was not surprised by the news.He sat back on the bed.

"Why are you here?"

"Ah, this is a very long story." Nora said, "If I have time, maybe I will tell you slowly." She held out her hand to him: "Even if it sounds a little ridiculous, but would you believe me?" ?”

The boy stared silently at his patched shoes.Then he jumped out of bed, and his tall figure compared to his peers allowed him to look at the sitting Nora.

"You will provide my board and lodging."

"Of course, although it won't be very luxurious."

"You will keep me safe."

"I try to...I mean, you don't get hurt before I do."

"I swear you won't leave me."

"I swear."

"For the time being, I'll trust you for the time being," he said, taking Nora's hand.

"Uh... the situation is a bit inexplicable. Yes, you can see that we're—"

"--in the future."

"I'm glad you've kept your composure. To be honest, I'm surprised myself, it's never happened before," Nora said.

They were standing in the corner of this office, both of them cast a disillusionment spell, and not far away, two staff members were gesticulating desperately, telling other people who were attracted by their movements that there was a sudden change in the office just now. Two people appeared and suddenly disappeared.

"He and I both saw it!" A middle-aged man wearing glasses was trying to convince others of his words.

"It must be an illusion caused by too much overtime." Another employee said to him, "I suggest you add more vitamins."

Nora apologized in her heart to the employee who witnessed the appearance of the two of them, and planned to leave here as soon as possible.

"Come on, Tom, catch me," whispered Nora.

The boy groped and grabbed her skirt.

"Oh, wait, you don't know how to show your followers yet. Come with me now, let me show you the way of Muggle transportation in the future."

They tiptoed out of the room.

"Will they be all right anyway?" asked Tom, looking back at the still noisy patients.

"I don't think it's going to be a big deal."

"How do you keep yourself from being discovered by... Muggles?"

"We have the Ministry of Magic, they take care of this stuff. Put a few memory-altering charms on the Muggles and stuff. There are also Muggle protection spells around the base where wizards live. Well, now we can lift the Disillusionment Curse. "

The boy stared blankly into the distance.

The City of London 70 years later is completely different from 70 years ago.

The old orphanage has been turned into a modern hospital. The road that used to be traveled by horse-drawn carriages has been widened three times. Speeding cars pass by, and the roadside is full of concrete buildings.And farther away, there are silhouettes of tall skyscrapers.

"It's all Muggle creations," said Nora. "It's amazing, isn't it? Technology is sometimes more powerful than magic."

Along the way, Tom kept looking around, everything in this world made him feel novel, no less than seeing the magical world for the first time.

Nora is delighted to find out that she's still keeping the money she earned working at the proprietress' bar.With the money she bought a map and glimpsed the dates in the newspaper.

1995 10 Month 31 Day.

Tom scanned the rows of books on the shelves with greedy eyes.

"Do you like this book? "Paddington Bear", children like this book." The bookstore owner said gently.

Tom shook his head, and took a copy of "1919-1989: 70 Years of the World" and flipped through it.

"Pretty good taste, little gentleman," said the bookstore owner. "We can always learn from history."

Nora took the book from Tom, looked at the price tag, and then put it back firmly: "This book is not suitable for your age at all."

She pulled the reluctant Tom out of the bookstore, squeezed onto a double-decker bus, and chose a seat by the window, so that he could have a good look at the bustling London city.

Tom leaned over the window and watched.

"How will the world look like 70 years from now?" Nora asked, leaning back in her chair. "When I first saw it, I thought it was absolutely beautiful."

Skyscrapers, large screens showing advertisements, and the impeccably beautiful faces of female stars in huge advertisements.

Muggles will never be able to use magic like wizards, but they can do many things that wizards cannot, such as sending humans to the moon and back.

She spread the map on her lap: "We're almost there."

"Where?" was Tom's second question of the day.

"The Leaky Cauldron."

The author has something to say: To catch bugs, the orphanage should have been turned into an office building instead of a hospital in the original book.