HP Cronos

Suddenly Lupine emerged from the fireplace, and said eagerly, "—here he is!"

"He's coming? Who's coming?" Moody pressed.

Dumbledore stood up abruptly.

"You-Know-Who," said Lupine, "he turned up at the hospital."

"How are the kids?! Ron! Ginny! And Hermione!" Molly asked incredulously.

"They're safe now, with Professor McGonagall watching, and the St. Mungo's doctors and nurses, don't worry, Molly," said Lupine, "but Gray and . . . the child are gone."

"Could you tell us more about what happened, Remus?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"He appeared in the ward suddenly. I took out my wand and pointed at him. I was ashamed. I didn't even see when he used the spell. He disappeared along with the two people on the hospital bed."

"Are you sure it's him, Remus?"

"The lights were out at the time, and I could only see his outline clearly by the moonlight. I don't think I admitted my mistake, because not everyone has a pair of eyes like that."

A pair of scarlet snake eyes.

The moonlight cast his long shadow on the ground.He held up a finger and gave Lupine a "shh" gesture.As if the wand in his hand was just a firestick.

He picked up the person on the hospital bed, and at the moment of Lupine's hesitation, he disappeared.

Dumbledore sat back in his seat again: "Thank you for your timely report, Remus."

"They're gone, Dumbledore," repeated Moody.

"I already know about it," said the old headmaster. "If there is nothing else, I think you should go back to your respective posts. This evening is not easy for us."

Nora opened her eyes, flinching at the bright sunlight.

Tom Riddle sat on the head of her bed reading, looking very quiet.

Nora stared blankly into his face for a while, until he looked up and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Nora's voice sounded a little hoarse, but she didn't feel too bad.Potions and cures took away the pain, and she thought she'd just had a long sleep.

"Want to drink water?"

Nora nodded.

Tom put down the book.Bring her a glass of water.Nora drank it in one gulp, wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, and asked, "How long have I been lying down?"

"Three days." He said calmly.

"No wonder, I feel like I've been asleep for a long time... I had a dream," said Nora.

"What kind of dream?"

"I dreamed that I blew up your cauldron in Potions class," said Nora, unable to keep the corners of her mouth from curling up. "It shattered so much that the spell could not be repaired. Your face was black—because you There's only one cauldron. I promise you I'll pay you for one. But you said no. I said you could use my cauldron first, and you said no."

"and then?"

"Then I blew up my own cauldron. Now I can't pay you even if I want to."

Tom also bent the corners of his mouth, that smile looked a bit forced.

He's never had a sense of humor, and he can't be blamed for that.

"I say, Tom," Nora asked. "Where are the others?"

Tom looked up at her: "I killed them all."

Who Said Tom Riddle Has No Sense of Humor?

"You can't beat Dumbledore." Nora pointed this out to him.

"You're right. I used to be unable to beat him," said Tom softly, "but not now. Dumbledore is old."

He looked up out the window, and Nora followed his line of sight, the clear blue sky turning blood red.The miserable green Dark Mark appeared in the sky.

Nora turned her head and looked at the book on the bedside—it wasn't actually a book.

It is a diary.

It was a Christmas present from Nora.They were poor in those days, and Nora was able to squeeze some money out of paying back the cauldron to buy a Muggle diary for a birthday present, and Tom was so poor that he could only send roses fresh from the garden.

When he first entered school, he was often excluded because of second-hand textbooks, school uniforms and orphan status.At that time, Nora regarded himself as his good friend, helping him fight against injustices every day, and was angry at Tom's restrained attitude.

Then Nora's first days at Hogwarts got a little miserable.It's unwise for a bastard wizard who just entered the wizarding world and doesn't understand anything to rashly offend a group of pureblood wizards with a good family background.

Nora struggled for a year with so many dirty tricks that she nearly got kicked out of school.During the summer vacation, she knocked on Tom's window in the middle of the night and told him that she planned to run away from home to avoid going to Hogwarts.She also persuaded him to go with her, and they wandered the world together, and could make a living by performing magic in the Muggle world through witchcraft, and she even thought of the name of their combination.

Tom, who was woken up in the middle of the night, heard her finish, and slammed the window with a cold face, and Nora almost fell.She stepped on the windowsill downstairs, carefully maintaining her balance, and knocked on his window persistently.

Tom Riddle had to be patient and give 12-year-old Nora Cop an evening about "Zosi" and the "Muggle Secrecy Act".And cruelly pointed out that with their little witchcraft, they are more likely to be caught and burned to death by Muggles.

In his second year at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle's poor and humble background could no longer conceal his amazing talent.Every professor was impressed by this bright and studious kid, especially Professor Slughorn, who even made an exception and let him join the slug club.

And Tom Riddle held back for a whole year, and finally revealed his big move inside Slytherin: Parseltongue.As we all know, this is the unique mark of Salazar Slytherin and his descendants, alone and alone.It is not known how many years ago there was a Parseltongue in the wizarding world.

At that time, he knew well the principle of wanting to be promoted before being suppressed. The little mudblood orphan became the only remaining descendant of Slytherin, the campus darling who combined talent and humanity.The former bullying group and him drank a lot of grievances and became good friends who didn't know each other. It was said to be a good story in Hogwarts.

Nora was a heartless Gryffindor, and she didn't feel betrayed.After that, the bullying group stopped bothering her. She also had friends in the Lions Academy and fell in love with Quidditch. The campus life suddenly became rich and colorful, and she never thought about dropping out of school.

"Where's Tom?" Nora asked.They all knew which Tom she was referring to.

"He was out there, so safe that no one dared to call him by his first name."

"here is--"

"If he was dead, none of that would have happened."

"But……"

"If he doesn't die, Voldemort will appear," Riddle said flatly. "It's a Ouroboros, Nora, you thought you'd come a long way, but you've just come back to where you started—you see, Hogg Watts."

Nora looked over, and saw a huge skull rising above a castle in the distance.

"I trust him, he wouldn't do that," Nora said.

"You believe him?" Riddle seemed to have heard something extremely interesting, "Do you believe that Voldemort will stop killing?"

"I trust you," said Nora. "I'm no braver than anyone else. I just know you won't hurt me."

At some point, Tom Riddle promises her that he will never hurt her.

This might just be one of the countless lies that came out of his mouth.

Nora had a vague feeling that if she chose not to believe, her last foothold in this world would also disappear.

"Poor Nora," Riddle said pityingly, "you know very well that Voldemort has made countless vows that he has never kept. You know that he barely put up with your noise at first, just to get the orphanage from you." The benefits that children can't give. You also know that he escaped from school with you on a broom, not because he was worried about your safety, but because he wanted to win your unwavering loyalty. But you, who can see it clearly, are indulging in your own Refusing to get out of the illusion."

"You're right," Nora said. "You've earned my undying allegiance. I don't care what lies and what's true. If you're going to kill me, do it."

She saw it, in that glimpse.Cause and effect are entangled and coiled like the roots of a tree.Voldemort will fall sooner or later, his name will be remembered, but he himself will disappear into the world of the living and the dead.

People die every second in this world.The same war that took her parents' lives also took thousands of lives.Even now, people die at an age when they shouldn't, for various reasons.Drivers drive drunk late at night, African children are starving, Mexican drug lords behead innocent farmers.

Hufflepuff was wrong, in the very beginning, she didn't expect to save everyone.There was only one person she wanted to save.

Tom Marvolo Riddle, although he has exposed his inferior nature since he was in the orphanage, and he has done a lot of things to intimidate his classmates and form gangs after school, but the strange thing is that Nora has never thought that he is really a bad person.She thought he was just an arrogant adolescent boy.

He was obsessed with the study of black magic, but had done no irreparable damage to anyone with it.She clearly remembered the Hogwarts of her first memory, without chambers, basilisks, giant half-breed boys who dropped out of school.No Flippel's resurrection stone ring.No Horcruxes.

She wanted things back to the way they were, and that was all.

"Why you?" Riddle asked in a low voice thoughtfully, and then he answered himself, "Maybe it can only be you."

"If you don't believe it, go and see with your own eyes, Nora, the people killed by 'I'." He raised his wand and said calmly, "Avada Kedavra."

The green light came oncoming and entered Nora's body.Riddle caught her limp body and closed her brown eyes.

"If you were me, you would understand that compared with the longest and most permanent punishment in this world, death is not terrible." He whispered softly against Nora's ear, "Have a good sleep, Nora."

The white ceiling of the hospital has become a patterned dome, the floor is covered with expensive carpets, and the plain white hospital bed has become a large bed with exquisite carvings.From the window, you can see the well-tended courtyard, and several white peacocks pass through the oleander bushes.

There was a knock on the door.

"Lunch is ready for you, MyLord."

The author has something to say: The heroine dies, and the whole play ends.Thanks for watching.Goodbye everyone.

Note: Arrogant adolescent boys are translated as secondary illness.

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