HP Cronos

Nora limped to Merope's side: "Let's go... Merope?"

Merope remained motionless.

"Why don't you love me?" she asked sadly.

Old Tom looked even more frightened.

Therefore, love is harmful.

"Because you don't love yourself," Nora said, taking Merope's arm. "Let's go, Merope."

Police and a nearby bishop are on their way.It seems that there is no way to erase this matter.

Disapparating, they were back at the hotel where they were staying.

"Are you okay? Merope." Nora asked Merope carefully as she helped Merope to the bed.

I hope the bad feelings of the parents don't affect the child--but it seems to have affected a lot.

"I actually know..." Merope said softly, "...I know he is not wrong...he doesn't love me...if there is no love potion, he won't look at me more, I just...I just... "

"Merope, there are always people in this world who will love you, and there are people who are more worthy of your love."

Merope shook his head: "No... no one... no one..."

"Have you forgotten him?" Nora gently put her hand on Merope's stomach, "You are not alone, Merope, he has always been with you, before, and always will be."

It seemed that something was sensed, and the fetus in the stomach moved.

"Look! Merope!" Nora exclaimed in surprise.

Not everyone can feel Voldemort's fetal movement.

The movement of the fetus made Merope strangely calm, and she stroked her belly.

"My child..." There was a gentle smile on her lips, but the smile disappeared quickly, "...he wouldn't want a mother like me...a witch...he would hate me ..."

"Not if he's a wizard," said Nora. "Listen, Merope, he'll make a wonderful wizard, so good that the professors at Hogwarts are Think, he might be the most gifted student their school has ever seen, you know Hogwarts?"

Merope nodded: "They don't allow me to go there...Father said it's not necessary...I have no choice..."

"Your boy will go to Hogwarts," said Nora. "He looks just like his father, just as handsome, but he's got his mother's magic. He's not ashamed at all of being a wizard." , but proud of it. He is popular in the school, students and professors like him."

Merope listened intently, a kind of extreme tenderness made her unbeautiful face glow with light: "Is he healthy?"

"Very healthy." It should be said that he was too healthy, and he was able to survive after being hit by the death curse.

"What about his size? How does he compare to his father?"

"He is taller than his father, and his limbs are very slender."

"He... is he happy?"

"...he's not very happy," said Nora, looking deeply at Merope, "because he was born without a mother. He grew up in an orphanage without a father or a mother. Own."

If Merope is still indifferent, she doesn't mind making Tom Riddle's childhood a little more miserable.

Merope seemed to be hit by this sentence, and she covered her face and began to cry.

"I don't want to leave him either...I'm sorry...forgive me...but I'm at a loss...I don't know what else to do...sorry...sorry..." she repeated.

She is apologizing.

Why do you apologize?

For a long time, Merope Gunter's bleak life was as hopeless as the bottom of an abyss. She tried her best to chase the glimmer of light that finally appeared, but it could only make her fall into a darker and colder place.

After her last light shattered, she was also pretty much dead.The only reason she is still alive is her unborn child.

For months, she lived like a walking dead.She knew in her heart that the day her child was born was the day she would be completely liberated.

She already had a premonition of this in her heart—the perception of death was as innate as her Parseltongue instinct.She even thought that maybe it was because of this that her life was so miserable.

"Merope, promise me, no matter what, you have to live for him." Nora said, "There is hope in life, and nothing in death. You can never see him again. You can't see him with your own eyes." He grew up and you couldn't hear him call you 'mother', you couldn't protect him when he was being bullied, you couldn't even give him any birthdays."

Merope remained silent.

"You know, Merope, everyone has thought about committing suicide, everyone," Nora said, "When I was 15, my parents died in an accident. If I gave up then, I wouldn't be able to meet You, there is no way to tell you what your child will be like when he grows up, right?"

"Is he married?" Merope asked suddenly.

"...I don't know..." said Nora. "Maybe married, maybe not—who knows? There's a lot of girls who want to marry him, but he's pretty picky."

"You like him very much." Merope looked at her tenderly, "Does he like you?"

Nora lowered her head: "I don't know... Maybe I like it... But I'm not sure how much I like it."

"He must like you very much, I know." Merope said, "Thank you...for always being by his side...that child must be very lonely..."

No, he's not alone at all, and he even squeezed out his roommates because he thought others were annoying.

But it's better not to poke it.

Merope accepted that Nora knew her unborn son with some strange tolerance.

Nora thought maybe she was just not sober in some way.But Merope's eyes had a kind of insightful wisdom that Nora had only seen in Dumbledore's face before.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by magic, such as her travel, such as illusion, such as Cronus, such as love.

Today was Christmas Eve. During the day, Nora and Merope stayed at the Leaky Cauldron—it was much cheaper than the Wizard Hotel. Although there were many wizards coming and going, as the entrance to Diagon Alley, the transportation was convenient.

And being lively isn't a bad thing at all.

The tavern was decorated with magic, the tall Christmas tree was covered with golden and red decorations, and the wizards who came and went brought many small Christmas ornaments, and the atmosphere of Christmas was everywhere.

Maybe it was infected by this breath, or maybe it was because the food had improved a lot, a tinge of blood appeared on Merope's face.

During the day, Nora planned to go to Diagon Alley to do some shopping, but there were too many people there, full of wizards who came for Christmas shopping, and Nora had to leave Merope alone in the room.

"Be careful." Nora asked worriedly before leaving.

Although the Leaky Cauldron Tavern has a complicated population flow, the law and order is not bad.Nora left in relief.

When going downstairs, Nora always felt that someone was watching her from behind, and when she turned her head, she saw two wizards she didn't know looking at her.

"Your robe is a little torn, madam," said one of them.

Maybe it broke while at the Riddle Mansion.

"Thank you for reminding me." Nora said, and quickly repaired the breach with "Restoration".

Diagon Alley was crowded with people, and the wizards were shoulder to shoulder, holding many things in their hands.

Although wizards don't believe in God, and some don't even know who Jesus is, it doesn't prevent them from celebrating Christmas as the most solemn festival of the year.

Holidays are never too much of a thing.

When Nora hurried back with a lot of things, there was no sign of Merope in the house.She dropped the things and searched inside and out, but there was no sign of Merope among the passing crowd.

Where has she gone?Where else can she go?

Nora ran downstairs and asked Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, "Did you see the woman who came with me today?"

"There are too many people coming and going today, and I can't remember everyone I saw." Tom, the owner of the bar, said.

"Please think again, she is pregnant--with a big belly, and going into labor soon."

"Pregnant woman?" Old Tom thought about it carefully, "I seem to have a little impression."

"I saw it." A customer sitting at the bar said, "A pregnant woman came down from upstairs and followed a man."

"A man? What kind of man?"

"That man looks really dirty, and his clothes are torn." The guest said holding the beer bottle, "He looks like he just came out of Azkaban. I think the girl is really Poor thing, that man kept pushing and shoving her."

Azkaban?Could it be someone from the Gaunt family?Morfin Gaunt or Marvolo Gaunt?But how did they find it here?Why did Merope voluntarily leave with them?

Where would they be now?In that cottage at the Gaunts?

Nora decides to pack a few things before going to the Gaunt's house to rob someone.But there was no bullet in the gun, and she wasn't sure that she could fight two against one, let alone two adult male black wizards who didn't know what morality was.Merope is still pregnant, and it is very likely that she was accidentally injured.

But she had to try anyway, it was too dangerous to leave Merope alone.

And the terrible traditions that the Gaunts maintain in pursuit of blood purity.

Nora shuddered. She took out part of the Galleon and put the rest under the pillow.

Just as she reached inside, she touched something unexpected—the locket that Merope had been hanging around his neck.

Merope left this thing on purpose?Why?

Nora thought for a while, and put it properly into a pair of inner pockets. After doing all this, she apparated and came to Little Hangleton again.

The author has something to say: In order to maintain bloodlines, pure-blood families will marry inbreeding.

Considering the situation of the Gaunt family, I'm afraid they are even more insane than ordinary pure-blood families.

The people in their family, from Marvolo Gunter to Tom Riddle, are all mentally abnormal, and most of them are sequelae caused by inbreeding.