HP Hermione's Phoenix

In the air, it seemed that someone laughed lightly.

Hermione raised her head and looked ahead calmly.She glanced back at Tom, who had put on the shirt now and was fixing the green tie himself.

He nodded at her.

bookshelf.Tall bookshelves.Oak, sandalwood, red varnish, varnish only, everything from Victorian arms to George V, the shelves were overwhelming, but empty, not a single book in sight .

She and the dark-haired boy walked quietly through rows of empty bookshelves.There is a quiet and leisurely afternoon tea-like atmosphere in the air of this space, which does not make people feel dangerous, and even makes her feel familiar, but——

It wasn't until she walked around the last row of bookshelves that she came to the center of the room, and it was startling—the snow-white unicorn wool rug, Iranian weavers, elegant blue roses blooming in a corner vase, everything turned out to be beautiful. It's all the same as the terminal room in the Room of Requirement...

Except for the armchair that looks like a throne in the center, a gorgeous long-haired girl is sitting...

The long-haired girl was still smiling.She is petite and slender, and her eyes seem to contain the star sea of ​​the entire universe. She is wearing an old-fashioned blue dress, and her slender high-heeled crystal shoes are firmly stomping on someone...

"Aww! - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The red-eyed Voldemort with bald hair knelt on the ground, covering half of his face, being trampled on by her, screaming desperately...

Both Hermione and Tom were stunned—this scene was too direct and intense...

Tom looked at his other piece of soul on the ground with a complicated expression. He had taken off his trousers a second ago and was about to have a spring night. He didn't know that another piece of himself had become like this - guessing and seeing it with his own eyes are two different things , I didn't expect that at the age of 50, I would really start to bald, and after being a Horcrux, I would still be so miserable...

Hermione looked up at the girl, and greeted the girl first: "Hello—is this Senior Ravenclaw?"

The long-haired girl is exactly the same as in the portrait, with eccentric spirit and star-like eyes, who is not the founder of Ravenclaw?

The long-haired girl smiled like a silver bell and said, "You are right, I am Rowena Ravenclaw."

She spoke in a relaxed tone, raised her foot and kicked Voldemort violently—the red-eyed and bald devil let out a terrible cry of pain, and rolled aside amid the twitching expressions of Hermione and Tom.

—she's so ruthless... Hermione thought.

——This is really ravaged, much worse than Hermione... Tom thought sweating profusely.

"I'm very interested in you." Rowena stood up lightly, looking at her with clear eyes but menacingly, and walked step by step, "Hermione Granger. The person chosen by Godric and Salazar , hee—it’s better to say that he was chosen by Salazar..."

"Really?" Hermione looked at her calmly.This girl is obviously not the full version of Ravenclaw. Her appearance, mind and temperament seem to be only 16 years old——

"Have you guys already had one night?" She asked suddenly.

"Uh……"

"The three and a half inches behind your neck were scratched during the kiss." She suddenly turned her head and said to Tom in a jumpy voice.

"..." Tom couldn't help touching his neck.

"You slapped him." She turned her head momentarily, looking at Hermione without blinking.

"..." Hermione raised her eyebrows, looking at her suspiciously...

"There's more than one." Rowena smiled, turned her head to look at Tom again, and said word by word, elegantly but horrifyingly: "After you were beaten, you were very sad, but very eager for further contact , even if it is violent. You have a strange sense of pleasure in the depths of your soul. You have thought about it many times in the middle of the night, please yourself by your hand.”

"—huh?" Hermione turned to look at him immediately, "You really did this kind of thing?!"

Tom's face was filled with guilt immediately: "You...I..."

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched and said, "You're so perverted!"

Rowena shrugged her shoulders easily, and smiled sweetly and naively but a little nasty: "It seems that you have always been masochistic. The other you, too..."

Hermione turned to look at her, Voldemort lying on the ground was still howling in a low voice...

But Rowena spoke quickly again.She speaks at an alarming rate, without blinking, with a sensitivity peculiar to the British woman, who is at once a woman writer and a woman scientist: "—Misunderstandings. Stimulation. This is what you like to create. You try to Create something exciting for the other person, eager to get her attention by causing her dissatisfaction. Generally speaking, these methods are very effective, and they are effective for most human beings, but all of you can only make her feel childish .Your attempt to manipulate her inner emotions is completely cracked and she thinks you're boring. You're soooooooostupidandboring."

"..." Tom glanced at Hermione silently.

"—you're nothing like Salazar. No deep cunning, no pretentiousness, your thoughts are written all over your face. The wisdom of the whole Slytherin is lowered by you." She said mercilessly.

"..." Hermione blushed slightly in her heart, was she scolding Salazar Slytherin...

"And yet you succeeded. She saw through most of your behavior, and acquiesced to most of it, except for the things that bothered her. In the end, you didn't get any success with your little tricks, and you actually relied on your own charm ——Mostly it was her hue and persistence that seduced her." Rowena raised her head slightly, and calmly made a conclusion: "But it is precisely because of this that it brings out that all the things you have done before are useless. In fact, you just need to lie down, take off your clothes, act like a baby, and you're good to go."

Hermione finally couldn't help it anymore: "Hey...this..."

"You and I will talk later. Don't interrupt me." The girl Rowena said decisively, then quickly turned her head and continued to look at the black-haired boy: "Your psychology is very simple. It is a kind of sensitive and crude, forced The anti-social personality formed, but unfortunately the IQ is not high-the other reason why you are on the road to the devil is because you desire to be abused. However, you have always been relatively successful and have never been truly abused. You desire to be ravaged, desire Trampled under high heels, longing for someone to stand up and slap you again, telling you that this is wrong—"

"I..." Tom could barely catch his breath.

"Don't deny it. The rest of your memory in the orphanage is that you were bullied and abused, and after your ability inspired you to become the king of the children, those memories of yours are almost very vague and have not been preserved—— Until the appearance of Dumbledore. The years when Dumbledore gave you the most frustration were your happiest time in Hogwarts. After leaving Hogwarts, almost no one gave you the same feeling of depression. You crave it—you crave that stronger feeling of being conquered, and you end up going back to Hogwarts trying to stay with Dumbledore again."

"...Huh? Is that so?" Hearing these words, Hermione obviously felt that she was talking heresy, but why did she have a sense of correctness...

Tom was silent.

"This is you, the descendant of Salazar. No matter who you are, you are like this." Rowena said softly.

Hermione looked at her suspiciously, and she quickly turned her head to look at herself again, with many changing looks in her eyes: "However——you, Hermione, I have always been curious. I can observe you and infer your world , the more this is the case, the more curious and exciting the world you come to... You come from a pragmatic society, without clear beliefs, without a clear definition of gods and demons, and strength is respected, so you have experienced many of these things For things that the world can't understand, your thinking logic is completely different from ours. So Tom's little actions seem a little naive to you."

Hermione nodded and said calmly, "It's for this reason that I don't agree with Dumbledore."

Rowena laughed again.There was a hint of cunning in her eyes: "You want to say that you don't agree with that prophecy."

Before Hermione could answer, she turned her head and suddenly sat down again, her long and slender legs casually stepped on Voldemort's foot on the ground, and said casually, "Well, let me make a prophecy—"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"I prophesy the end of this relationship." She raised her head, her eyes twinkled, and said slowly from the screams: "After some things, poor Tom will improve his wisdom, and eventually you will really have one night more and more, but Tom will There was a constant lack of love and attention, and Hermione was insecure. Eventually—Hermione, you'd lose him completely. You'd be heartbroken, you'd cry and cry for all to see, and then you'd be together again."

"..." Hermione's whole body was darkened: "What is this kind of expansion? Can I ask why you know this?"

"I know the ending of all love affairs in the world." 16-year-old Rowena sat quietly on the bench and looked at her.

"what?--"

Since Hermione entered this space for so long, she finally felt a sense of irritability from the bottom of her heart...

--what happened!Is this what the founder of Ravenclaw actually looked like? !

——The gentle, gentle, mature and generous Ravenclaw who can be called a wise mentor!

Rowena blinked her heavy eyelashes, looked at her quietly and said, "Of course, this is not a prophecy. Enough wisdom does not require a prophecy."

"...Then please tell me what all this is?"

"I deduced this." She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Hermione: "Although I don't know you well enough... But looking into your eyes, looking into his eyes, I can deduce it."

"Hehe. So you are the Sherlock Holmes of the wizarding world..." Hermione said sarcastically.

Rowena didn't answer, but just looked at her with a deep smile, and said quietly: "You can wait...we can start now."

After finishing speaking, she felt a strong push towards her. Hermione's eyes froze. Before she could react, she just pulled out the Fengming Sword and felt that she had returned to the secret room——

"Tom!" She squatted down quickly, shaking the black-haired boy who had passed out, "Wake up! Wake up!"

After a few seconds, Tom slowly opened his eyes.There was water in his eyes, with a hint of trance, looking down at his neck, full of spring——

"I'm fine." He suddenly supported his head and closed his eyes again.

Hermione glanced at him suspiciously, then glanced at the crown not far away——

"Don't touch it—" he said softly, taking her hand, "Ms. Ravenclaw doesn't want to be disturbed anymore—that piece of soul is all right."

"Is it?"

"Yes..." He smiled wryly, "She's so ruthless... why should she worry about that piece of soul... It's him who should regret it, how dare to use this as a Horcrux..."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat when she heard it, she knew he was talking about Rowena, but she seemed to think he meant something else...

"I'm a little...tired..." He took her arm, breathing heavily on her chest: "I want to go to the cold spring to have a rest."

"Okay..." She looked down at him.

She watched him raise his hand and lightly hit the floor, the secret room was naturally alive, and the floor moved instantly, teleporting him away.

The room was silent.Hermione was full of doubts, she got up slowly, put her clothes back on, brushed her long hair, and turned her head to stare carefully at the shining crown under the dim candlelight——

"Cough." In the empty secret room, a shadow suddenly appeared behind her.Looking back, the blond boy was still smiling shamelessly, leaning against the wall with his sword in his arms.

Godric winked at her, looking around at the same time: "Ah, I miss this room so much..."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Hermione's mouth: "It's just in time, let's go—!"

"Hey wait—"

In the next second, things changed and stars moved, and they came to Rowena Ravenclaw's domain again.

Time in the house seemed to have never changed.The long-haired girl drank tea quietly, looked up at them, her expression was exceptionally peaceful, which was different from the previous one.

Hermione narrowed her eyes and asked word by word: "Did you fuse that piece of soul with him?"

Looking around, the red-eyed demon king who was ravaged to death just now was no longer in sight...

Rowena put down the teacup, smiled and said, "Not bad. It seems that your performance is also good."

"How could you be so reckless?" Hermione frowned, "His soul has stabilized now, I'm afraid the hostility in this piece of soul has not gone away - if you fuse it rashly, aren't you afraid that the outside world will be turned upside down? !"

Rowena showed a slightly seductive expression.She looked at her calmly, and said elegantly but very viciously: "You are afraid. You are afraid that after merging, the other one will not want to haveonenight with you—"

"Huh?!" Hermione was so angry that she swung her sword out, acting like a Fengming sword movement, and a sharp golden sword energy pierced through the air——

"Wait, wait—" Godric quickly blocked the sword light, and said helplessly, "Rowena...you have something to say, really..."

Rowena's legs turned up, and she looked at the golden-haired lion ancestor coldly in her eyes: "Godric, you haven't said hello to me until now, what, have you broken off with the other me? The other me Is boredom, dullness, and aging boring you, or anyone else?"

Godric's forehead was sweating: "This is really not..."

Rowena snorted softly, Fenghua raised her head infinitely, and sighed a little arrogantly: "Women—wisdom will accumulate with time, and it will also wear away with time..."

Hermione frowned at her: "What did you do to him?"

She glanced at her sideways, and said disdainfully: "I gave him the most precious gift of Ravenclaw, so that my observation experiment on human nature can continue, so as not to shame Salazar. You can go .”

Hermione was furious, but Godric quickly stopped her: "Okay, Tom is sure to be fine, let's go out and say—"

A moment later, they stared wide-eyed and returned to the secret room.

Godric shook his head with a sigh, picked up the crown, and muttered, "I'd better take her back sooner..."

Hermione frowned deeply: "What's going on with this Rowena Ravenclaw? Isn't this the real founder of Ravenclaw?"

Godric shook his head and said, "You... hey, don't take it seriously. When Rowena was young... she was a real genius. Many geniuses were not understood when they were teenagers... This is just 16-year-old Rowena. Yi Na, at that time, she was supercilious and disdainful of everything, and was determined that women should never marry or have children. But she is indeed a good girl."

"……Then?"

"Later she met me, Sarah and Helga... and then Hogwarts was established. When she got older, she would often wear the crown and talk to her 16-year-old self, smiling and saying to us that she seemed to be watching Her rebellious daughter. Of course, she also has her real daughter, Helena, you know..."

"...Who did Ms. Ravenclaw marry later?" Hermione asked subconsciously.

"She invented the single birth potion."

"Birth potion?... So someone invented this thing thousands of years ago?"

"That's right!" Godric slapped his thigh, "This one is very traditional... Cough, in a word, that piece of soul piece was completely suppressed by her, there is no problem, you can study it slowly by yourself, I'll go first -"

"Wait, what did she mean by Ravenclaw's Gift—"

Hermione stopped, looked at the streamer that disappeared in place, and couldn't help frowning again.

With a thought in her mind, she suddenly had a certain premonition, and quickly moved to the Slytherin secret room - the black-haired boy was lying in the cold spring, his eyes closed, as if he had returned to the time of his first birth, and the pearl on the wall illuminated his lotus leaves. Colored body, sparkling...

However, Hermione looked up at the sky above the cold spring, the expression in her eyes changed a little, and she murmured: "It's so!?"

——The 16-year-old Rowena Ravenclaw has such a strange temper, but also such a kind heart...

——She is so willing? ...

In the air, countless golden radiant auras are falling into Tom's body, making his whole body reshape like tendons and protecting his body with divine light-the original image of evil spirits crooked and fortunes disappearing is slowly disappearing. Started to retreat...

——fate, time, luck;

——Destiny, at this very moment, is completely rewritten!

The author has something to say: the last little soul piece was solved, and it was after training

Guess what will happen with this fusion -v-