HP Cronos

Nora Gray, 17, was in a huge predicament at this time.

First of all, she is living with a man who has never been in a relationship before.

What's even more frightening is that the man named Tom Riddle will become a terrifying monster in the future.

It's 1946, two years after Nora of this world graduated from Hogwarts.

Although Tom did not become a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts as he wished after graduation, he became an assistant teacher of Professor Horace Slughorn who has always appreciated him.

And Nora entered the Ministry of Magic and became a civil servant in the Muggle Artifact Management Department (the Department for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts).

After a night of searching, Nora found something of value:

Her Ministry of Magic credentials.

Hogwarts diploma. (Her NEWT test results are as bad as expected)

a photo album.

A memo that screams to remind her of everything she's forgotten.A handy invention indeed.From this, Nora learned that she still had several files that had not been processed, that she had left the beauty potion in the office, and that she still owed Tom Riddle hundreds of Galleons.

All in all, as far as she's found so far, none of it is a good thing.

"Nora? Nora!"

The voice rang in her ears, and Nora suddenly came back to her senses.

Her name is Nancy, a warm and kind Hufflepuff, they have been friends since school days.Because they are witches from a Muggle family, and because they have a common object of hatred: Abthaxter Malfoy.

"What's the matter with you recently, it seems that you have been out of your mind." She asked.

Nora seized the opportunity to ask, "I'm out of my mind? About when did it start?"

The honest Hufflepuff replied: "About last month." She handed over a cup of coffee, "Your hair has grown longer again, did you use some hair growth potion?"

"Hair? Uh, uh, yes." Nora scratched her hair.

Nancy inquired, "Have you used any new beauty potions? You look much younger... just like when we were studying."

Kronos beauty potion, you deserve it.

"Speaking of which, Nancy, how did I end up with Tom Riddle?" Nora asked.

"I don't know when you guys got together. You didn't even know each other when you were in school." Nancy said, she shrugged, "After graduation, you became lovers for no reason. Then your apartment caught fire I moved in with him. Speaking of which, you still owe him a lot of Galleons—if it wasn’t for him, you’d be sleeping on the streets with your debts.”

"Oh, I'm really thankful to him," said Nora dryly.

"Don't be ignorant of the blessings." Nancy said, "I heard that he was named the most popular teacher at Hogwarts this year. My niece told me that she is also a loyal supporter of Riddle's assistant teacher."

To be his advocate is nothing to be proud of.Nora thought to herself.

"Hogwarts students are having private rankings again," she said.In fact, she also voted not long ago, and as always, she voted for Professor Dumbledore.

"You..." Nancy said hesitantly, "You said not long ago that you wanted to break up with him, were you serious?"

Nora grabbed the key information, tugged at Nancy's sleeve and asked, "Break up? Did I ever say that?"

"Did you forget? I just said that you must be angry after you quarreled with him. "

"No, no, I mean . . . I do. Do you remember what I said then?"

Nancy's face was full of confusion, but she answered truthfully: "You cut your hair that day and suddenly told me that you were going to break up with him. I asked you the reason, but you just answered—"

"No reason," Nora continued.

"Yes, that's it," said Nancy. "You remember?"

"Yes, I remember," said Nora.

On that day, on that day, she cut off her long hair that had accompanied her for many years, until the person in the mirror looked like a boy's hairstyle.

She was determined, determined to end a relationship like a haircut.

Nancy asked her, "Why? Is it because Tom is in two boats? Or is it because you don't want him to get too close to Malfoy? Or is it because—he's too bossy?"

"No reason," she replied.

No, there was a reason, a good enough reason, that she could no longer pretend to be ignorant in the same room with him.

What is the reason?

Beautiful scenery, delicious food, and beauties are all available, but Nora still has no appetite for the food on the plate.

Probably because the "beauty" sitting across from her was Tom Riddle.

The well-trained waiter used the floating spell to hold more than a dozen dinner plates steadily, and a dazzling fire phoenix flew out of one of them, jumped onto Nora's dinner plate, and turned into a fragrant roasted phoenix. chicken.

"Please take your time." The waiter bowed slightly.

They are sitting on the top floor of this suspended restaurant in central London, surrounded by transparent glass walls, overlooking the night view of the city of London.

In fact, there is nothing to see. Now London has just emerged from the shadow of war, and everything is waiting to be done.Big Ben looks like a huge black shadow in the night, and the Thames flows quietly under the night.

"Don't you like it?" asked the person opposite.

Nora raised the alarm bell in her heart and fought with all her spirit.She smiled and replied, "I like it very much."

A beautiful box was pushed in front of Nora. Nora looked up. Tom shook the wine glass, his eyes stained the color of red wine: "Open it and have a look."

Inside the box lay a pair of earrings quietly. They were two golden birds, still trembling in the box.

Nora's guardian spirit is a bird.It's not as powerful as Dumbledore's phoenix at all, it's just an ordinary bird.Norah didn't know what breed it was either.Nancy honestly said it looked like a blown-up sparrow.And Nora insisted

Because it is a lark that symbolizes her pure quality.

Her statement was met with a sneer from Tom Riddle.

Some memories came flooding back.

Around the same time, at the same place, Tom shoved a box in front of her.

Inside lay a ring.

Her heartbeat accelerated at that moment.

But she pushed the ring back.

"Sorry, I can't take it," she said.

"Just a ring, Nora," said Tom, looking very sincere. "If this is a proposal, it's too crude."

"But you said it was your mother's..."

"Yes, this is my mother's ring," said Tom. "I hope you will keep it for a while, and don't give it to anyone, will you?"

Nora finally accepted the ring.

It's probably because of the kind of mentality that I plan to make a clean break intellectually, but I'm still reluctant to part with each other emotionally.

A woman in love.She blamed herself for that.

To be honest, there was more sweetness and joy in her heart than anything else when she received that ring.

But it is difficult for Nora, who has awakened that memory now, to feel that way.Because, that is the resurrection stone ring.

A disorienting, deadly gift.

Nora looked at the earring, her face was as dark as reflecting the waves of the Thames.

Then she gave a utterly delighted smile, like a little girl receiving a gift from the person she loves for the first time.

"I like it very much, very much." She said, she stood up suddenly, leaned over, and across the dining table, pressed a kiss on the black-haired man's lips, and then quickly separated.

The former Nora also dreamed of dating her future lover in a romantic place, with red wine, candlelight, exquisite gifts, and an impeccable partner, and a kiss would be even more perfect.

"I love you very much, Tom, very much," she said, looking him directly in the eyes.Riddle saw tears glistening in her eyes.

For the first time, Nora saw her master's emotion in those eyes—a flash of shock.

"Cough cough."

The cough made Nora turn her head and saw a familiar figure.

Professor Dumbledore, oh no, the headmaster, was standing behind her smiling.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Nora exclaimed in surprise.

Albus Dumbledore, her transfiguration professor and the dean of Gryffindor, is wise, humorous, impartial, and one of Nora's favorite teachers at school.

"Looks like I'm bothering you," he said.

"No, not at all." Riddle spoke first, he looked polite, "If you are willing to have dinner with us, I will be very honored."

"No need." Dumbledore said empathetically, "I don't have the habit of disturbing young people's love." He said, and took a small piece of honey-roasted chicken from Nora's plate: "I wish you a happy birthday." Have a nice evening." Then he walked back to his table piled high with assorted desserts.

Nora couldn't help following him with her eyes. He was alone, but there was a red wine glass opposite him.

Such a scene inevitably makes people think wildly, maybe Dumbledore once had dinner with someone here, at that table, and there is a high probability that that person is his lover.That should be before the war, or a story from a long time ago.Now he came here again, already alone.No wonder he never married.Everyone thought he and Professor McGonagall looked like a couple.

"Why don't you try it on?" Riddle's words pulled Nora back.

"Hmm." She waved her wand, and two golden birds flapped their wings and landed next to her ears.

Nora felt the heat in her ears. She touched the earrings and found that the earrings had changed from gold to red from the glass beside her.

"It changes color with your mood," Tom said. "If you don't want others to know your mood, you can change it back." With a tap of his finger, the earring turned back to gold.

With her years of friendship with "Tom Riddle," Nora sensed something was wrong in his words.She lowered her head in a concealed manner, dismembering the roast chicken on the plate.

Maybe it's time to change your mind.thought Nora.It is completely impossible for her to take down Voldemort alone.She had to find some assistance.

Like asking for help from the only person Voldemort was afraid of.

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