HP Hermione's Phoenix

On the shore of the cold spring lake, there was a huge noise rolling in, the audience shouted at the top of their voices, and huge fireworks-like scores floated out of the referee's seat on the rostrum, and the staff kept walking around. Behind him, many cameras were swarming to focus on Harry and the little friend he had rescued. Draco opened his eyes, and Fleur rushed towards his sister as if crying. Harry hadn't changed back yet, and his black hair was natural. The savior is swinging his beautiful fish tail, facing at a loss...

Hermione didn't see it all, however.On the fresh green lawn, the slender black-haired boy opened his eyes.

He was still wet, and the water slid down from his forehead, tightly outlining the line of his shirt——

Tom opened his eyes and grinned at her, as he had done so many days ago.

"Am I your treasure?" He asked her with a smile.

This smile was so bright that it was impossible to hold back at all. The sun came out, and there were huge crowds of people around, and there was infinite noise—— Hermione suddenly raised her eyebrows, left everyone behind, turned her head and left.

"Hey——" He caught a bath towel thrown to him with his backhand, and followed with a smile: "I hear your thoughts."

Hermione strode across the square, leaving the rowdy crowd behind.

Tom followed her all the way, wiping his face and laughing: "You admit it - you're 23% faster than usual."

Hermione pedaled up the castle stairs without saying a word.

"Am I your treasure?" he asked persistently.

Hermione finally turned to look at him.He blinked quickly and cast a silent Drying Charm on himself before stepping onto the hallway carpet, and the wetness disappeared instantly, but the shirt was still smacked against his chest.

At last she said, "Your hair is messed up."

More than chaos.Using the Quick Drying Charm must have this kind of aftereffect: no matter how smooth the hairstyle is, it will quickly arch, like a little black lion...

Forget about others, but he is Tom Riddle, whose ancestor is the most coquettish and glamorous Salazar Slytherin in the wizarding world, and whose father is the young master of a British squire. The country gentleman named Voldemort is also eager to wear a top hat before he is willing to go out-he has a very paranoid element in his bones, and this is why he is obsessed with ties. He is a man who once named himself Voldemort. In the Eastern World, this should be translated as "Long Aotian" or "Dugu Qiubai", he is stubborn and self-willed, paying attention to his appearance nervously, even if he degenerates into a devil and cuts himself into several pieces, he will only be bald, and it is absolutely impossible for people to see his hairstyle Doesn't match the temperament, looks bad...

But at this moment, he just brushed his black shaggy hair nonchalantly, and smiled cunningly: "Oh——really? I always think you like me who sometimes exaggerate..."

Hermione turned her head and continued upstairs.

In the quiet corridor, the black-haired little devil ran straight up to her upper step and stopped, leaned close to her face, said without moving his eyes, "Your breathing is quicker..."

Hermione glared at him.

"Am I your treasure?" He looked at her with a smirk and asked.

"..." Hermione turned her head and said blankly, "You know all about it and still ask?"

He burst out laughing for several seconds before stopping to look at her triumphantly: "Because I want to hear what you have to say."

Hermione simply ignored him and continued upstairs.

"Hey...you admit it..." He followed her and jumped up the steps briskly: "You always say you want to be clear-headed, so you can't escape me because of it?"

"Okay." She walked into the terminal room and sat down. "Then what do you want?"

Tom sat across from her with a smile, and poured himself a cup of black tea leisurely.

Hogwarts jumped over from the side, eyes excitedly said: "Hermione! Your score is No.2 - it's wonderful! And Harry, the fish tail is so beautiful - it's very lively on the Internet now... ...But Hermione, why did you come back early? Everyone is celebrating on the shore."

Hermione nodded, and said calmly: "It should be like this. Grindelwald is worried here, so I don't care."

Hogwarts looked at her suspiciously, then at Tom.

But Tom shook his teacup with a smile, and said, "There are still more than three months before the third project. Anyway, I don't have much to do when I stay at school... Why don't we go together?"

Hogwarts opened his eyes wide: "Huh?"

Hermione glanced at him noncommittally.

"Go, go, I saw the message from Lucius, it would be too pitiful to leave me here alone—" he coaxed her.

"Where are you going?" Hogwarts asked.

"To the United States."

The black-haired boy gracefully put down his teacup, held his cheek, stared at her and said, "It is said that the Malfoy family has been negotiating with the United States for several months, but the other party is extremely cunning and fruitless... and finally today, the other party actually treated us It is stated that their research institute has created another magical network terminal and threatened us with it. Lucius can't sit still, and wants you to quickly cross the ocean to investigate the truth..."

"Wow." Hogwarts was stunned, "Is it the American's own terminal? How was the magic circle set up? Who controls the center? Is it also a castle like mine?"

"Maybe," said Tom.

Hermione also put down the teacup with a slam, looked up and said, "There's really nothing going on here at the school. Hogwarts, if I meet an artifact like you in America, I'll bring it back and be your friend."

"Yeah!" Hogwarts clapped happily.

"We only need one month to come back."

"great!"

"Help us take care of the savior... Oh, but there are many people who take care of him now, and more importantly, take care of Dumbledore." Tom said with a smirk, "If it is normal, he certainly doesn't want me to leave his savior during the semester." Under surveillance...however, he has nothing else to do now...you'd better get the portrait to persuade him to drink the birth potion we gave him at Christmas."

"I will." Hogwarts replied seriously.

Hermione turned her head immediately: "Huh? You also gave him the birth potion for Christmas???"

Tom spread his hands innocently: "Yeah..."

Hogwarts blinked, clapped and said, "You really coincide with each other!"

Hermione took another sip of tea calmly: "Dumbledore is so old... ha. If he can... I'm afraid he will be even more reluctant to die, maybe he can think about it. Godric Gryffindor should have thought of that long ago."

Tom looked at her with his chin propped up and grinning: "It's interesting that you talk about it so seriously."

Hermione stood up and said without hesitation: "In this case, let's go right away—Castle, ask us for a leave."

She stood up with great strides, and the little yellow chicken had already flew over with a smile on her delicate suitcase. The two of them had a chicken and a suitcase. The rejoicing crowd transported them outside the school gate——

"Have abesthoney moon!" said Hogwarts, standing on the castle steps, waving a small handkerchief from a distance.

The Atlantic Ocean is rough, and the Platinum Glory moves forward smoothly.

At this time, on this giant magic cruise ship exclusive to the Malfoy family, not only were there no gentlemen and ladies from ancient European wizarding families that gathered in the past, nor were the daily flights open—only Hermione and Tom were standing on the deck, as if the whole The general of the ship made a special trip for them to launch.

The roast chicken happily teased the seagulls that landed on the deck, while Hermione leaned against the railing with a thoughtful expression.

The sea wind and the sun shone on Tom's face.Far away from the sharp, cautious, and nervous climate of Britain, it seems that his whole expression brightened—"You are very eager to leave the Triwizard Tournament early...are you? You are not in a hurry about the United States... ...you set the speed of the boat to the slowest."

"Not bad." On the distant sea, Hermione turned and sat down quietly, saying unabashedly, "Since Christmas, I've been a little tired from school."

She glanced at him sharply.

"Is it because of me?" He still smiled and sat opposite her.

"You know. Some of your publicity behaviors have turned some things into the center of topic discussions... I invented the magic network, and I don't want everyone to talk about myself..."

He blinked, and said in a gorgeous and deep voice: "What everyone is talking about is true...in love, in love and in love..."

He couldn't help thinking that after the Christmas storm, he went to the auditorium to eat like a hero the next day, Harry Dracula, Coronneville and other friends came over in turn——

Neville lowered his head first, walked to the Slytherin table with complicated eyes, and placed a rose in front of him - the rose branch hung its head.

Ron came up after him, all dejected, and put a second on Neville's roses - but then he shook his fist and said mournfully, "You... Hermione's a good girl! ..." After speaking, he left with a long sigh.

Harry followed them, and said with a serious and sincere expression, "Uh... Tom, we all hope you can do your best, no matter what."

Tom smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

"Hmm..." Harry turned his head quickly and said, "Hermione once told me her view of love... er, I think it should be the view of love? She once said that love cannot be expressed directly, The Japanese express their love by saying 'the moonlight is beautiful tonight', while the Chinese say 'so you are here'... Uh, you guys continue to eat, I will go back and eat."

Draco, who was sitting by the side, raised his eyebrows and patted him on the shoulder—then Justin Finlayley, this fellow also came. The second generation of Britannia, who is well established in the Muggle world, gave Tom a decadent and unwilling look at this moment, and put a rose with his head hanging down on his long table...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing a few months later, and whispered in the slightly shaking deck and sea breeze: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

Hermione looked at him immediately: "Huh? Are you sick?"

Tom said with a leisurely smile, "Although it's daytime, the moonlight will be beautiful tonight."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "We'll stop in New York tonight. And this is the Atlantic Ocean."

Without turning his eyes, he looked at her tenderly and said, "I believe the moonlight on the east coast of the United States will be beautiful tonight."

She glanced at him, lounging on the bench, and squinting at the sun.

He continued to laugh and said: "During this period of time you have been in school... Well, there are some depressions... I believe you don't really think so, in fact you are to me... You see, you seem to be frank with me now many..."

His eyes swept across her bare neckline unscrupulously. The sleeveless white shirt seemed to be a suit with him, and the slender and round arms extended from the neckline...

She changed her posture casually, glanced at the terminal, and said softly: "I have said that, in fact, I have no room for improvement in school. Apart from setting up the network, I don't need to worry about the savior, so I really have no interest." ——Crossing this longitude, here will be completely separated from the signal of the network magic circle...Let’s be like this, this is how people lived before there was no network.”

She briskly swept aside the hot terminal that was frantically swiping the screen with [#Harry Mermaid Prince#] and other information a second ago, and continued to bask in the sun with her head up.

Tom smiled and snapped his fingers casually, and the cello and violin accordion in the corner of the deck started automatically.In the melodious classical music, he tilted his head and said, "Do you want to dance?"

"I'm wearing jeans today."

"It's fine if you take it off."

"Crack!" She bent down and slapped him on the forehead...

In the evening, under the bustling night of the New York Harbor lights, Lucius waited for them with anxious lips.

Hermione raised her head leisurely: "That's right...just like the rumors, you can see the Statue of Liberty when you look up."

She stared at the huge goddess statue in the center of Liberty Island. The goddess held a torch and slightly lowered her head to look at the passing boats and passers-by.

She scanned it carefully, and couldn't help admiring: "It's really good... The statue of the goddess stands on the side of the mouth of the port, and Liberty Island is just in the 'eye' of this terrain. It can be said that it gathers the luck of the whole country. Americans really understand—”

Tom also smiled lowly, reading a sentence on the pedestal: "Freedom shines on the world..."

However, Lucius rolled his eyes and said unhappily, "It's really good, French stuff...haha."

Hermione couldn't help smiling.The Statue of Liberty was donated by France 200 years ago, and the purpose of giving it was to disgust Britain.It is indeed full of unbearable grievances and grievances between Britain, France and the United States... Veteran Britons are really not angry when they see this statue, no matter how beautiful she is and whether she can gather the luck of the whole country, they are not angry...

Lucius seemed to be very absent-minded, and anxiously took them into a special carriage—the carriage was no less gorgeous than Beauxbaton's Pegasus carriage—and said with a gloomy face: "You must go and see... I don't even know why Americans would invent something like that."

"Oh?"

"We will stop at their Chicago research institute." Lucius said in a muffled voice, "you will know when the time comes - the Americans left me speechless, to be honest, I still don't know how the terminal works -"

"You'll find out someday, not yet," said Hermione firmly.

"Okay, okay..." He pushed the carriage away and walked down unhappy.

The carriage stopped under the night, and the whole body emitted a faint fluorescent light.Pegasus flew across the sky, but arrived in Chicago in a flash.

They stopped in front of a silver, ultra-sleek building.It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most post-modern building Hermione has ever seen. It is neither steampunk nor gothic. How does your perception cut out such a streamlined section, and the moonlight shines on it, as if you have come to the world of aliens in an instant...

Tom looked at the building with interest, raised his head and said in a low voice, "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

Lucius whispered, "Okay...we're going in. Here they come."

The silver trap door slid open automatically.It is not a traditional movable door, its connections are all streamlined, very mysterious, I don’t know what kind of mechanism is used to control it, it is very cool-a few people walked out of it, and they were all wearing white coats.

Hermione and Tom wrapped their faces under the black robes, as if their aura instantly became cold and noble.

If you lose, you don't lose.Standing beside Lucius was Hermione Tom, and a group of black trench coats, top hats and black umbrellas got off from a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages behind him—the guys who looked like the shopkeepers under Lucius—he raised his head slightly arrogantly. Nodding his head, he said reservedly: "Our technicians are also here today, I think we can go in."

Through the robe, Tom touched Hermione's hand lightly.Hermione felt him chuckle.

She wanted to laugh a little herself, and couldn't help but think of the first time Draco came over on the train to try to befriend Harry—

"Oh, well, no problem—" the leader of the other party said with messy hair, gloves on his hands, and excited eyes: "Oh——have your technicians come—OK, uh . . . I'd love to. Come in."

A group of British wizards walked into a building that was completely inconsistent with their style of painting in such a silent, mysterious, noble and cold manner.

Hermione wanted to laugh—Lucius couldn't hear it, but she could hear it, and many people were whispering about them along the way:

"My God, the wizards of Britain..."

"They are so old-fashioned!"

"In what age, you still wear this kind of cloak..."

"The richest man is very handsome, but is he really going to change his look..."

"Their technicians are the same way, kind of old-fashioned cool..."

"I heard that they came here in a four-wheeled Pegasus carriage! My God, it's not hundreds of years ago..."

"Do they usually live in the castle too? One of those old, damp stone houses..."

Walking all the way, people coming and going in the institute were all wearing white coats.Lucius' expression frowned slightly—Hermione could see that he felt that they were not refined enough in his heart, and, moreover, he was struggling: Is this institute really reliable?Why does anyone have it? !A plump woman in a white coat who passed by just now was a vampire, and what was being discussed at the console over there was a werewolf and a goblin...Why do werewolf vampires also become technicians? !Why do they still work together? !Merlin... Also, he was shocked once before, and one-third of the people walking around in this institute are Muggles, yes, Muggles!How could noble Malfoy cooperate with Muggles? !Yankees are intolerable!If it wasn't for business, he wouldn't have come at all...

She almost burst out laughing—if Lucius knew that Americans were saying that he was too old-fashioned and not trendy, maybe Lucius' eyes would glide out of the corners of his eyes...

Finally, they came to the end of the institute.

"Look." The person in charge of the institute seemed more like a scientist than a mage.He proudly introduced: "This is the greatest invention in the North American magic world in the past 300 years - a large computer network switching center!"

A silver machine the size of a carriage appeared in front of them.At this time, this American creation has a bit of a steampunk feel - its body is driven by many small magic wheels, and the base is a super-large magic crystal energy block, which continuously heats up, dissolves, and transmits energy... However It's so far away from the rough, gasping steampunk spirit of the first industrial revolution era, all its parts are smooth, round and shiny, like Dumbledore's office, but not at all Dumbledore's office is so palpitating and violent, it has no soul of its own, but I'm afraid it's about to be born—

It is a brand new creation.Countless icy machines piled up together, calculated the trajectory of the grand formation, and condensed a large amount of information together.

It is magic.No, it's technology.But technology is magic.

Hermione couldn't help admiring from the bottom of her heart: "Good! You did it with reference to the structure of a large intelligent computer, right? It's very labor-intensive and material-intensive, but it's very impressive..."

Lucius asked calmly, "Did you refer to Muggle creations?"

The person in charge of the other party said happily: "Oh, of course... Are you still calling ordinary people Muggles? Ahaha... That's true, because it's you... I have to admit that the birth of the magic network was not American wizards—no, not just wizards, our Ministry of Magic stipulates that we cannot engage in racial discrimination—with the joint efforts of American wizards and different magical creatures, supernatural beings, and human scientists, we created this host. It The current size can radiate 300 meters away, you can try it."

Hermione took a tablet that was about the same size as her terminal - the material of this tablet was also the same as that of this building, the shell was silver, the design was very streamlined, and the touch was completely different from Hermione's...

She turned her head and looked at the back of the tablet. There was a small black LOGO on it. It was unexpectedly different from the cool shell, and it looked a bit Q and cute—it was an apple with a bite.

The other party grinned at her: "Very good LOGO, isn't it? It represents the courage of human beings to take the first step in life, disobeying God, and biting that apple..."

Hermione said sincerely: "Going against the sky, the first step out of the Garden of Eden - I like it very much... This LOGO will definitely be famous in history."

On the way back, Lucius was full of rage: "You actually keep praising them? Doesn't this make them more proud? What should we do now? We need to give up the North American market?"

Hermione said calmly: "In fact, we can't deny their excellence. I also tried to build that kind of large-scale computer computing center at first—but my human and financial resources were limited at the time, and I couldn't go further on that road... It was expensive, but it was the path I wanted to go in the first place. Fortunately, I quickly found a way to set up the network at almost no cost."

Lucius was taken aback: "You mean, our cost is much lower than theirs? Then——"

He suddenly became ecstatic.

But Hermione shook her head: "However, the low cost I said refers to Europe. I can't disclose the specific technical details at the moment, but if we also set up a network in the United States, we must also find an information exchange center in the United States, which is very expensive; or Just use the information exchange center in Britain, and then lead the cross-sea information cable to the past... The Atlantic Ocean is so big and there is a trench, the cost will be horrifying, and it will be spread equally to every user in the United States. They will definitely not go online... "

"so……"

"So the American people just now have actually solved a worry for the future!" Hermione looked at him with bright eyes, "They solved the problem of the mainframe! So then you just need to discuss cooperation with them. They are in charge of the mainframe, and North America We will set up the network law circles in various places to ensure that all American people can connect to the European LAN as soon as the contract is signed, and enjoy all the same rights as Internet users in the European magic world..."

In the deep night, they got off the carriage on the brightly lit Chicago Center Avenue, and Tom looked at her with bright eyes.

With a smile, he raised his hand meaningfully and took a bite of the apple.

"What's the matter?" She was still immersed in the excitement just now, glanced at him and said, "You seem to have something to say? But we have to go to the hotel first—"

"No." He took her hand under the drunken street lamp, and there was a chill of excitement in his hand, and his voice was as low as wine: "We're not going to the hotel. I'll take you to a place."

"what?"

"My apartment." He whispered close to her ear, pushing her hair back.

The author has something to say: Xiaoyou, the next chapter is so exciting!But don't dive, hurry up and bubbling~~~!