HP Hermione's Phoenix

In the long passageway of the small flower garden, there is no summer breath at all.

Hagrid was probably preparing for the upcoming Christmas party. The pumpkins in the flower field were all gone, and they were replaced with special magical holly trees.This kind of tree is very interesting, the more it is in contact with people, the more lively it becomes. When Hermione walked over, these small trees, which were only one meter high, turned red or purple, as if they were welcoming them.

She suddenly stopped and turned her head to stare at him.

Tom put his hands in his pockets easily, and he still wore Martin shoes on his feet. His demeanor was like that of a young man playing rock and roll in the London Underground.

"Are you mad," he said softly.

Hermione glanced at him for a moment, then said in a deep and calm voice, "Why did you do that?"

He shrugged, blinked his eyes, and continued to ask: "Are you unhappy?"

"Huh?" Hermione's tone turned cold for a full degree, "What do you think?"

The black-haired boy took his hand out of his pocket, but looked to the other side: "Oh. You don't want to answer me directly. What's the point of us talking like wheels."

The little holly tree only grew up to their waists, and at this moment, it flickered and flashed, reflecting neon lights on his face.

Hermione suddenly felt a lack of interest in her heart, and many emotions were about to come to her heart, but she was forced to suppress them, and she said with complicated eyes: "Then forget it. Whatever you want—"

She turned and walked away, but Tom ran up and grabbed her arm before she had taken a step.

"Hey..." He blinked his obsidian-like eyes, looked down at her face, his heart fluttered, shook her arm, and whispered as if asking: "I know you're not happy...you know I know you're not happy... you're not happy that I kissed other girls..."

——cold and depraved...

- addictive yet poisonous...

—Grown out of hell—

The overwhelming cold lotus fragrance approached her, it was as cold as ice, but the fire in her eyes seemed to burn the world——Hermione looked up at him, and she didn't think about what she was thinking at this moment, so and did not move away—

But nothing happened.The big Hagrid suddenly appeared opposite the neon holly tree, waving his big palm and enthusiastically said, "Hey! Hermione! Tom! You're here!"

They immediately separated as quickly as an electric shock.

"Hey, Hagrid." Hermione brushed her hair and said without changing her face, "How are the preparations for the dance going?"

"Very good! I'm just busy! Come and help me take a look at this sapling—hey..."

Without looking at each other, they ran quickly through the bushes.Those neon trees are still twinkling.

"Wait... Hagrid, you... is this cologne?" Tom asked hesitantly as he helped him carry the barrel.

"Yeah..." Hagrid blushed but wiped his hair unnaturally.

Tom blinked: "You want to invite Madame Maxime?"

"Haha - what are you talking about... oh hehehe..."

"Come on." Tom looked at him kindly, he couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder, but just patted Hagrid on the waist.

"Haha! Thank you!" Hagrid looked at them in a good mood, "And you! You're a warrior, Hermione, your dance partner—"

"My sister has taken the lead in finding Viktor Krum as a partner." Tom said emphatically.

"Oh, yeah. That Durmstrang star..." Hagrid mused. "A lot of people like him. Because he's a Seeker. But I like Ireland's Troy better—"

"This year's Golden Globe Award was finally won by Troy. Hagrid, your taste is the same as Hassan Mustafa." Tom laughed, "You can also be the president of the International Federation of Quebec."

"Haha!" Hagrid laughed loudly, and said without hesitation: "These little girls are arguing on the Internet these days because Hassan didn't award the Golden Globe to Krum—let me tell you, those girls What do people who don’t know football know? It’s just that they think Krum is handsome. Isn’t this year’s World Cup clearly exposed? Krum himself is a genius, but he can’t integrate well with the team at all, let alone Bulgaria’s counting on him Leading the team - Troy is different, you look at his statistics, not only in the World Cup, but also in the European Cup this year, his output performance is the best and most stable, and he really knows how to assist, how to cooperate, how to drive the atmosphere ... Quidditch is not a game for one person, I thought Krum should have known it a long time ago. Of course, he is still very young, and the future is still worth watching..."

Tom looked at Hagrid talking about the ball, turned his head slightly and glanced at Hermione, with a glint in his eyes: "However, my sister didn't dance with Krum because he is a talented star... right?"

There was an inducing smile in his tone.

"I'm not at all interested in the Golden Globes you're talking about." Hermione also glanced at him and said indifferently.

"I knew..." He looked at her with a smile.

"Oh, then why did Hermione agree to him?" Hagrid looked at her gossipingly, "I thought you were going to dance with Draco."

"Huh?" Hermione couldn't help raising her eyebrows, "Why Draco? I haven't even thought about it."

"Because Draco is the type you girls would like!" Hagrid and Tom exchanged an expression that a man could understand instantly.

Hermione's expression was very dark, and she couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Don't Hagrid know? - my brother - is the type that girls like. The noble girls in Slytherin compete for a date at Mrs. Padfoole's teahouse The quota is almost up in the castle."

Tom looked at her with a smile, without explaining, his eyes were so dazzling that they seemed to be shining.

"I saw the live broadcast——" Hagrid showed a somewhat amused expression, "Well, this time Sirius will suffer a lot...you guys have done too much..."

But he patted Tom on the shoulder, and Tom was so strong that he almost sunk an inch—"However, this time I will support Regulus—although Snape did a little badly...but you do That's right! Regulus is the most upright man I've ever heard from Dumbledore—"

"Uh--" Tom rubbed his shoulders, worried that the fleshy muscles and bones would shatter in an instant--he interrupted him: "Then we'll come back later. Hermione and I are going to class... Sirius' class .See you later."

They strode across the lawn of the Black Lake in the afternoon, and the wind blew across the water, making ripples as if they were born from their hearts.

Hermione glanced at him: "You really remember your fourth grade lessons."

"Yeah, I'm a skipping student—" He looked at her with a smile.

"You know I basically don't go to class."

"But it's different this time. Aren't you wondering how Sirius plans to fight back? He has already taken the initiative to speak on the school intranet, saying that he despises us crooked ways and must rely on the essence of the class to win—" Tom said with a smile.

"is it?"

"Yeah, yes, come to a class with me once in a while—" He walked beside her side by side naturally, the sun fell on his shoulders, it was winter, but it seemed that he had stepped into the spring breeze, wearing Huadu Liu——

Hermione didn't answer.However, when they reached the tower, Tom suddenly stopped and asked softly: "Dance, can't we break the contract?"

She stood still, with her back in front of him.

"Impossible...I know." He looked up at her clearly, "The invitation to the ball has magical effects, it's best not to break the contract—however, I know, because he invited you first, he The first one... what if someone was a little bit earlier? I mean, you Gryffindors appreciate bravery, if someone was braver than him, one step faster..."

Hermione heard his deep and deep voice, with a touch of the unique gorgeous ending of the direct line of Slytherin, the breath of the words sprayed slightly on the back of her neck, this short-lived spring feeling like a butterfly in the heart, emotional But it is like a waterfall, rushing forward, turning sharply, but it is engraved on the deep pool...

She raised her head suddenly, calmly but found that her voice had changed, and only replied: "Class is about to begin."

She pedaled upstairs, her brown hair fluttering slightly in the wind, beating her heartbeat and feeling unable to confess, and ran into the classroom without looking back.

"I know you all know about that game, and you have also gone through the massive canvassing meeting in Slytherin House." Sirius put on the aristocratic headband for the first time, with a touch of proud elegance in his wildness, and said vigorously : "And yet that's what sets me apart from—well, some people."

He glanced at all the Slytherins who were seated.The little snakes in silver and green uniforms looked at him innocently.

"I will not use Hogwarts as a battlefield, and I will not use Slytherin-style calculations—otherwise, what is the difference with the mysterious man?" If you want to gamble at the teaching level, then you should use an upright and teaching way!"

Although everyone didn't support him very much in their hearts, the Gryffindors present still applauded enthusiastically.

The Slytherins blinked and said nothing.

Sirius looked around, stepped onto the tall podium, and took out a hairy spider.

"Don't be afraid, Ron, what we really fear is fear itself," he said gruffly. "You all know I was an Auror, and I've personally fought many Dark wizards in this world—then , it's time for you to see something real."

Everyone was excited, and only heard his next question: "Who knows the three unforgivable curses?"

Everyone was taken aback, and instantly understood what he was going to do... Even Hermione's eyes widened slightly.In her opinion, Dumbledore's teaching policy is conservative in essence—now, in order to win the bet, Sirius really wants to walk this tightrope?

"The Imperius Curse...Avada Kedavra Curse...and...the Cruciatus Curse." Neville stared at him blankly, his face pale.

"Very good, ten points from Gryffindor." Sirius said patiently, "Look. I'm going to demonstrate this set of spells for you next."

"Wait...Professor Sirius..." Lavender said dumbfounded, "This...that... this is the Unforgivable Curse—the Ministry of Magic won't allow it..."

"Dumbledore also hopes that you can see it." Sirius said with calm eyes, "Peace has come for too long, but when war breaks out again, if you are unprepared, what will you do? ——I am here This school didn’t just come here to dawdle, to publicize the story of my escape from Azkaban——I’m not a novelist like Lockhart, and Witzhead Publishing invited me to publish my autobiography. Rejected. I just hope that you can witness with your own eyes the things that have devastated your fathers and grandparents—history has passed, and the only thing we can do is not to forget."

Harry looked at him brightly.Not only him, at this moment, many people, including the Slytherins, were also infected.

"I support you." Draco said suddenly - everyone looked at the chief of the fourth grade, looked at the platinum-haired young master and whispered: "Please - we will not be afraid. No matter what we do Be careful, Durmstrang is indeed teaching these things, and there are more dangers than we have ever seen. It is the time of the Triwizard Tournament, how can we be willing to lose to our peers?"

"Okay!" Sirius raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Although you—cough...you all know—but I came to this school to teach, not to gamble."

Hermione sighed softly in her heart, but she didn't speak, just watched Sirius gently raised his wand, and shouted: "The soul is out of the body!"

Everyone's eyes were wide open, watching the spider staggeringly and doing a tap dance; it flew up and down at times, fluttering along with Sirius' wand...

"Now I can do anything I want this spider to do." Sirius whispered, "The man at his peak more than ten years ago—as you all know, this is one of his most frequently used spells, second only to Cruciatus Curse. The function of this spell is to draw out the information he wants, to control the person he wants to control-Harry!"

He suddenly shouted, and looked at the black-haired and blue-eyed savior seriously: "You come up to give a demonstration."

"—Me?! What!" Harry's eyes widened.

"Yes, it's you." Sirius looked at him with heavy eyes.

Tom sat in the last row, his face hidden in the darkness, and he said nothing.

"Now I want to cast the Imperius Curse on you." Sirius said with a sullen face. "Although you are my godson, I will not joke or show mercy. The only way for everyone to see the Imperius Curse is on people." The effect of this spell will allow everyone to recognize the essence of this spell—the Imperius Curse can be resisted! As long as you have a strong personality!"

"...Wait, wait..." Ron raised his hand tremblingly, "This...this is not very good...if you cast spells on people, it is really... illegal..."

Sirius snorted contemptuously: "What? The Ministry of Magic is planning to arrest me again? You are most welcome!——Harry, are you ready?"

Countless thoughts swept through his mind, and Harry's expression became very determined: "I... I'm ready. Come on."

"Soul out of the body!"

Harry was momentarily dazed.The little friends were heartbroken, watching his beautiful and sad green eyes lose all their spirit——

--"May I have your name?"

—"Harry...Harry Potter..."

— "Stand up straight, Harry."

——His body is straight...

— "What did you give Dumbledore last Christmas?"

——"A bunch of Chubao honey candies..."

- "Who is your best friend?"

- "Draco, Ron Neville, Hermione..."

— "Where's Draco?"

He turned his head dully, scanned the classroom like a robot, and finally set his sights on the young master with platinum-blonde hair: "He—"

"Very well, very well Harry." Sirius said, provocatively, flicking his wand. "Now, go and strangle your best friend Draco."

"What!" The classroom was turned upside down in an instant.

"Wait, Professor, you can't do that!" Zabini, who was usually quiet, shouted sharply.

"Harry, don't! Stop it!—" Ron rushed forward to stop him hoarsely, but he suddenly found himself unable to move——

Draco stared closely at the green-eyed boy who was walking towards him step by step.No no, this is not his good friend anymore, this is not the usual Harry, he moves slowly like a giant monster, but he walks towards him without hesitation, his eyes are full of strangeness...

-Harry...

—Harry wake up!

Suddenly, as if in response to the cry in his heart, Harry suddenly struggled in excruciating pain.He couldn't take another step forward, but the force of the spell forced him to go forward-finally he hit the corner of the desk suddenly, and his knee was almost broken...

"Aw...uh..." The savior rubbed his eyes and cried out with difficulty...

"Harry! Harry, are you okay!" Draco immediately dropped his textbook and ran over to help him up.

"Very good - I knew you could do it!" Sirius said with a firm expression, with a hint of arrogant affirmation: "The only person in history who survived the Avada Kedavra curse, of course he successfully resisted The Imperius Curse! He resisted the spell with his own will!"

In the classroom, everyone stood up, everyone looked at Harry, and slapped their hands so painfully.

"Strong personality!" Sirius looked at them sternly. "You have all seen it—Harry can do it, and you can do it too! As long as you also have a strong ego, if war happens again, you can do it too." Resists the spell! Harry eats this."

He tossed Harry a large bar of chocolate.

Harry slumped back into his seat, his head full of drowning sensations - he did, however, clearly realize that he had actually resisted the Imperius Curse.That strong sense of pride welled up...

"However, you all understand now what kind of spell the Imperius Curse is." Sirius turned his head and continued, "He can control your soul, twist your will, make your deepest secrets be revealed, and make you People who used to be relatives and close friends killed each other...you have all seen it with your own eyes now."

The crowd looked at each other in blank dismay, the shock just now was almost indescribable——

But at this moment, with a bang, the door of the classroom was pushed open violently.

The black-robed Snake King was imposing, and strode into the door, still with flowing black hair and long legs, and the corners of his robe billowing.The air pressure in the entire room dropped by one degree.

He coldly glanced at Harry who had regained consciousness in his seat, as if he was relieved——and then looked at Sirius coldly, as if his eyes were going to kill him: "I really didn't know that Professor Black was still there." Demonstrating this kind of illegal project in class, the object is actually the famous Potter... Is it to show Mr. Black's omnipotence, or to show that Potter who survived the catastrophe is worthy of his name?"

Everyone could hear the concern in his words—at this moment, everyone couldn't help sighing: Professor, you are too unwilling to speak directly...

However, Sirius did not flinch, and replied forcefully: "I know that some students like to use the terminal to broadcast live in class now - who sent the live broadcast just now? It is best to stand up. But, Professor Snape - I want to tell You, my class is up to me to decide, and you don't need to intervene."

Snape looked at him with hatred: "Even doing things that endanger the personal safety of the students, I pour boiling water and wonder if the Ministry of Magic's arrest of you was really a wrong case—"

"If you want to report it, go ahead, Snape!" Sirius took a step forward angrily, his gray eyes changing, and roared, "I'm more worried about Harry's safety than anyone else in the world, and you don't have to. Want to compare with me! He is my godson, I trust him to be able to resist! I control my spell, even if I die, I will not let him die! But I will not protect him by hiding, I will let him He sees the real brutality we've all been through - real war, and it's coming again soon!"

There was silence in the classroom.Black hair against black hair, long legs against long legs, the students were all petrified, and they didn't dare to show their air.

Snape stared at him.Those gray eyes, which had been entangled with hatred for more than ten years, were now full of madness and paranoia—yes, madness.He suddenly understood better than ever that although Sirius Black betrayed his family when he was a teenager, he was still a real Black in his bones, he inherited the crazy blood of the Black family, and he would never turn back for everything he believed...

Sirius suddenly turned his head and said without changing his expression, "Let's continue the class. Since your Professor Snape wants to listen in, it doesn't matter. The spell we're going to talk about next is the Cruciatus Curse—first, quickly zoom in!"

The students all covered their mouths.The spider just above the podium seemed to be inflated. Hermione roughly estimated that it had grown to the size of Aragog's grandson.

"My God..." Ron moved back indistinctly.

"Of course the Cruciatus Curse cannot be demonstrated on you. If possible, I hope that you will never experience this spell in your life." Sirius said gloomily, "This spell was the most frequently used spell by the mysterious man back then, the Avada Kedavra Curse Can't be ranked ahead of it—whether it's pleasant or heinous, the Death Eaters under his command have enjoyed this spell far more times than the good wizards he captured."

Tom looked up at the podium.Snape's expression turned blank in an instant.

"—because he's a lunatic, pervert," Sirius said firmly, "he prefers to torment his subordinates than to torture good people. Well, Professor Snape—you obviously know more about this spell than I do." .”

He turned his head with madness in his gray eyes: "Would you like to demonstrate it to the students?"

Snape glanced at Harry, who was sitting in the first row.That pair of beautiful and sad green eyes stared at him clearly. When I saw these eyes, I seemed to think of many years ago. At that time, you loved to fold flowers and I loved to laugh. How could you know that after a single thought, you passed away with the wind and I fell into the depths? Hell, beyond redemption... I don't deserve it!How am I worthy to look into those eyes again?

He suddenly understood what Sirius meant.He was taking revenge—on them, on both of them.

——Yes, without atonement, you have already lost that qualification...

— Don't try to atone.Go deeper.Sink into the deepest hell, then burn hell and yourself, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, leaving only innocence in the world...

Infected by that crazy emotion, he lowered his wand and said, "Crucio!"

——! ! !

There was obviously no sound in the air, but everyone seemed to hear the scream of the spider.What kind of scream was that, it couldn't stand up, it couldn't lie down, it could only fall there, as if every inch of nerve, every leg, every hair was hurting, it kept spinning, rubbing against the table, and finally ——

"Stop!—" Hermione's words carried a hint of fierceness, and the air in the room was shaken for an instant. Everyone was startled, and many trance emotions were exhausted, only to realize that their backs were drenched in cold sweat.

"Neville... don't be afraid. Don't worry. It's over," she whispered, shaking Neville's hand.

Neville's face was already pale and dull - he took a lot of steps back, leaning against the door wall behind him, shaking his head desperately...

Hermione didn't say a word, followed him step by step, pinched his veins, and gently sent the soft real energy of the wood system into his veins...

When he came back to his senses, he found that the classroom was empty.The friends were all there, and Hermione tapped his pulse without blinking her eyes.

Two professors stood before him.Sirius breathed a sigh of relief: "Are you all right, Neville?"

After speaking, he felt a little annoyed again: "...I'm sorry, I should know...but...I think you have to face it."

Snape said nothing, just looked at them blankly.

Neville heard himself say, "Yes... I know. I just have some... I know what I'm dealing with. Thank you, Professor Sirius."

Warm air flowed through Hermione to his heart.He knew that he was really healed, but there was always some fear behind his back, and the pain buried deep in his chest was like a mountain, which was difficult to level...

He gave Hermione a hard look.Hermione looked at him silently, vaguely sad, but not showing it.

As the Hogwarts sun went down, Tom caught up with her from behind the corridor and said softly, "It'll be over soon. Don't mind it."

She looked sideways at him, the candlelight hitting his face.

His eyes had never been so tender, so confident, so determined.He stared down at her and said, "Voldemort, who has committed all kinds of crimes, will soon be completely wiped out. The light will swallow the darkness, and from then on, there will be no more Voldemort in the world... Believe me."

Hermione said in her heart, of course I know, this is the principle of luck and good luck in the world - but she looked at him with a trace of hesitation in her eyes: "Why do you—"

He smiled slightly, held her hand and said, "Because from a certain day on, I have made up my mind to be the one who will completely destroy him—the other me. I will never again be too guilty to face Voldemort's crimes, I am doomed to walk up to him waving my wand, and never look back—and neither will you."

"What don't I want?" She looked straight at him.

"You're worried about me," he said firmly. "You didn't say it, but I know it. Don't feel bad about it, don't worry about me—don't worry about the other me. Please just worry about this me in front of you."

The author has something to say: Well, let me tell you that some of you felt that Hermione was too slow in the last chapter, this is impossible

Of course she can see it and feel it, but for some reason she can't tell the truth... In fact, it was also shown in the last chapter, she knew it herself... The male lead also knows that she actually knows it, and of course he can see it because he is so smart... …

What happened before is not a misunderstanding, because they both know what the other is doing, and basically know what the other is thinking, so he said, "Let's not talk like wheels like this"...

I certainly wouldn't write a really stupid heroine

Not pretending to be stupid, just a short, momentary inability to face it—you know, anyone gets into that mood sometimes, right?

Unexplainable ambiguity, I don't want to sort it out, I am attracted uncontrollably, but I feel hesitant, I can't confirm myself or really respond to the other party immediately...

Because emotions are inherently a whirlpool, chaotic and irrational, and cannot be like cultivation, where true qi is strictly accumulated and logically clear...

But this matter with unclear logic will definitely erupt sometimes, it will fail to overcome the calamity, it will go crazy, and the final result may be crazy and sweet...

That's why I said that the first one is not clear, it is temporary -v- the minced meat in the back should come or must come!