HP Hermione's Phoenix

"Hey, Jack!"

"Hi, Jack!"

As if they had known each other for a long time, in the noisy bar, people greeted the black-haired boy naturally.Whiskey is packed in a large mug, mixed with coffee and beer foam, exuding a strong smell.

Tom wore a long-brimmed cap that he got from somewhere, a jacket, and jeans. He looked like the son of a western farmer in an instant, and even his smile became cynical...

Hermione watched coldly as he greeted every stranger freely. The bar was extremely chaotic, with tauren heads and shotguns hanging on the wall. Finally, they bypassed the piles of gambling werewolves before reaching a corner with a red card. at the desk—

"It's here." He sat down with his long legs, and introduced to Hermione with a smile: "That's him."

boom!

Hermione's heart was like lightning and thunder, and she glanced at the person on the red table expressionlessly—no, it wasn't a person at all—

The creature has no fur, no facial features, only smooth and streamlined limbs.It can stand up to 1.5 meters high, usually with its head up—if that can be called a head—there is no nose and mouth on the head, only two blood-colored eyes in the shape of a dark bulb, as if looking straight from hell looking at her...

"Sit down." Tom sat down familiarly, and smiled at her: "Would you like a glass of whiskey? Or coffee? Tommy, do you want it?"

The red-eyed alien made an inexplicable sound, like a whale resonating with its abdominal cavity.

"Of course, let me ask you." Tom said to it as if he understood it completely.

It softly made another sound, stretching out a few tentacles from one arm and foot, soaking the tentacles into the mug - this is very scary, but it seems to be aware of this, looking up and looking black-haired boy...

Tom immediately waved and shouted: "Hey, waiter! Get a straw!"

A wooden straw flew over immediately, and the little black-haired devil handed it to the big-headed alien with a smile.

——Hermione couldn't accept this scene at all!

He raised his mug and asked her, "Why don't you sit down?"

She stared at him in disbelief.The black-haired little devil, 179cm in length, is well-developed and has recently gained muscle. The lotus heart in his chest beats strong and powerfully. He is born with a cold body, and his magic power is generally negative. He is good at water magic. A wizard, in addition, his hand speed is several times faster than normal people, his eyes often have a sly (hungry) light, and the speed of unbuttoning his underwear is rare in the world...

She turned quickly to stare at the alien again.The other party was concentrating on using the straw with his head down—it actually grew a slit-like mouth out of thin air! ——But even if she shot her zhenqi over and over again, she couldn't get any information about it at all...

There are only countless [? ? ? ? ! 】——

A strong sense of disobedience flooded the sky, and she suddenly looked around in disbelief—no one was looking this way, the provocative banshee was dancing on the bar, and the werewolves were shouting for money one wave after another, The vampires on the bar were seriously drinking bloody wine, and wizards from several different countries were listening to a night elf talking about the weather... No one looked this way.No one.

Countless shocks flashed through her heart like a storm, but in the end she just sat down coldly and expressionlessly: "You call him Tommy?"

"Yeah," Tom said matter-of-factly. "He said he liked the name. Tommy?"

Hermione glared at him.Beside her, the alien actually nodded again.

She took a deep breath: "Can you understand what he is saying?"

"Yes." He said naturally.

"Huh?!" Hermione almost slapped the table and stood up——

"Ah..." He looked at her knowingly and nodded, showing a meaningful smile: "At this moment, you finally look like a Briton..."

"What do you mean?"

"Everyone can understand what Tommy says." He took a sip of his whiskey, licked his lips, and repeated, "Everyone can."

"……Who?"

"Everyone in this bar." He looked at her and explained, "I mean American wizards and other magical creatures can... it's no big deal."

"No big deal?!" Hermione looked at him deeply.

He stopped suddenly.The red-eyed alien sitting across from him lowered his head, and suddenly made another very hollow sound...

"Ah... Tommy's shy." He looked up. "I told him he was shy... what are you asking?"

Hermione crossed her arms, suppressed countless doubts, and asked slowly: "Which planet did he come from? What's the purpose of coming to America?"

Tom blinked at Tommy immediately with dark eyes.The alien suddenly nodded, put down the cup, and as if mustering up a lot of courage, an antenna grew out of his smooth brain...

The antenna emits a faint fluorescent light, aiming at Hermione; she suddenly heard a small ethereal voice from her spiritual consciousness: "I am not from the planet, I have no malicious intentions..."

"Really?!" She glanced at the other party coldly, and questioned with her powerful spiritual sense: "Why did you come here?"

When she asked this question, she suddenly felt her heart sank again.The mental power structure of the other party seems to be completely different from that of the earthlings, and the vast spiritual pressure is swept over, as if it just penetrated the void.

"Yes... I... without us." The alien shook the mental power on his forehead, and said slowly, "I'm just here for a tour..."

She frowned suddenly, and asked, "You don't know other aliens?! The mainframe of the US Network Control Center is manipulated by other aliens, do you know?"

"I don't know..." the alien's tone was timid. "There are many other aliens...but I'm just me."

"Really?" Hermione looked at him meaningfully, "How long have you been in America? Don't you plan to go back to the universe?"

Tom looked at her suddenly disapprovingly.He shook the glass slowly, and said in a coaxing tone, "Hermione, your tone is too harsh."

She gave him a deep look.This was the first time he had genuinely and explicitly expressed objection to her in a certain sense.

"The spaceship... crashed... fell here..." The alien shook his head and continued to send messages to her: "We were born on the ship. There is no parent planet... so I am not from the planet... But now I am in the United States. Although I am an alien, I am also an American. I like it very much...America welcomes people from all over the world, as well as people from the universe..."

"Well said, Tommy!" Tom clapped his hands encouragingly.

The alien seemed to bow his head shyly.

But Hermione looked at him indifferently: "You can't speak for other aliens, can you?"

The alien's head lifted.The big red eyes stared at her blankly and profoundly, and suddenly his mind was stuck, unable to answer...

There was a strong wind outside the bar, and Hermione walked out expressionlessly wearing a cloak.Tom hurried up from behind, walked quickly to her side, and said helplessly, "Hermione...you are too strict. Tommy really doesn't mean anything malicious, he's just an ordinary alien..."

Hermione glanced at him and asked emphatically, "An ordinary alien?"

"Oh...eon..." He revealed a very embarrassed tone, "There are many aliens in America, in all forms. They are part of the history of the founding of the United States...Did you hear that? He said just now that he himself is an American because the United States accepts them. Although he is a spaceman to the earth, he is an American to the world."

Hermione sneered.

"Why do you have such a big opinion of aliens?" He suddenly walked in front of him, grabbed her arm with both hands, and stared at her: "They are very ordinary."

"Normal?" She squinted at him.

"I mean...they're just like wizards and magical creatures. They even look like leprechauns..."

He paused, watching Hermione size him up in a way he had never seen before.

That look made him feel like falling into an ice cellar.

On the edge of Central Park, a large area of ​​woods is blown by the wind, making it more and more cold in spring, and this season only makes people feel cold...

She looked into his eyes, without the slightest warmth in her expression, and said word by word: "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different."

His hand was originally hitting her arm, but now it slipped down in a daze.

Hermione glanced at him, turned around lightly, and said softly, "You haven't experienced it, so you don't know the pros and cons."

"Yes... I don't know." Bitterness rose from his chest to the tip of his tongue, and he felt so lonely in the world in a trance: "I really don't know anything... Yes, it is also possible that aliens invade us Yes, this is one of the themes of Muggle literature..."

The roast chicken flew out, quacked twice, and looked at the black-haired boy in disapproval and said, "Dao is divided into yin and yang, and it's good to be inclusive, but it's all-encompassing but it messes up yin and yang, how can this work? The universe is originally a dark place." Forest, that alien has a different structure and thinking from ours, and it is not clear whether it is from this plane, and even the spiritual power cannot see through the details. How do you know if what he said is true? You have never encountered a plane before. Faced with the history of being invaded and occupied, and the people of the whole world reduced to slaves and pets, they dare to show favor to aliens so hastily... Let me say that although this America looks good, it is in danger and cannot stay."

The sound of trees rustled again, and he lowered his head heavily.

Hermione sighed deeply.She turned to look at him and said lightly, "Do you feel the same way?"

"……Um?"

"The alien's English name was given by you." She said softly, "Tommy, that's Tom's nickname... Did you see that alien and regard him as another yourself?"

He glanced at her in silence, and said bitterly: "When I was young, I was so ugly... lonely...others couldn't understand me. I was a freak in the orphanage, they were all like that What's the difference between me and an alien like that?...In the crowd, I'm probably an alien..."

Hermione was watching him clearly.There was a look of pain in his black eyes.

"Why do you think so?" She said heavily, and said deeply: "You are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, with the blood of Feathered Serpent, and you are gifted with supernatural powers. Many children from pure-blood families can't reach the level of your origin. Noble. You are the Lord of Darkness, and all of Britain was yours, and is yours."

"Really?" There was a trace of self-mockery in the corner of his mouth.

She closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again: "Do you hate the part of you who is a Briton and a Slytherin, deep down in your heart?"

His Adam's apple moved slowly, and finally said in a deep voice: "Yes."

He stood there silent for a long time, his mind was exhausted after saying this sentence, and he felt that the sky was turning gray.

He said this sentence for the first time, it was so bad and weak-he didn't think Hermione would understand him at all, in fact he also felt that no one would understand him, this part of himself couldn't even understand the other part of himself, but this One point has been magnified since I came to the United States... Perhaps, only the vast land of the United States can understand this kind of self-hating and self-castration...

But unexpectedly, Hermione just looked at him lightly, and whispered: "But that's part of you. Britain and Slytherin, your motherland and ancestors made you. Even if you hate them and eventually escape to Here, you are still a British Slytherin at heart...Are you going to abandon everything in Britain and become an American?"

He turned his head in a daze: "I don't know..."

A pair of warm hands covered his cheeks.

Hermione gently held his face and whispered, "Do you hate yourself?"

"Yes……"

"Because you hate yourself, you have the heart to divide and abandon your soul." She looked at him quietly and said, "This is the root cause of your desperation...you hate yourself..."

"I hate... yes..." He looked at her blankly.

Hermione hugged his face.The corner of her forehead was touching his, and she lovingly stroked his heavy eyelashes with her thin fingers. He also felt lonely and warm, and he just wanted to keep rubbing against her like this——

But the tone of Hermione's next sentence suddenly changed, and she said proudly and coldly: "What right do you have to hate yourself?"

He was stunned.

Hermione pinched his face violently, looked at him closely, squinted and looked from top to bottom: "Look at you—your face, your body, I planted them bit by bit , I guarded you for more than 70 days, fished you out of the cold spring of Shifang, and soaked you for another three years before you grew to this size... I used my true energy to nourish your soul bit by bit, replenish your soul, All of your soul, your most heartless locket, I spent a whole day without sleeping and using my true energy, and then you ran to the magic lightning layer to die alone, I couldn't stop it..."

He stared blankly at her...

She pinched him hard, and all the old things came to her heart, and she growled, "What qualifications do you have to dare to do this? I came all the way to the United States to work, and if you don't help me, you still have the face to do it here?!"

The overwhelming scolding was thrown down, his head seemed to be blown up instantly, and he only felt that the speed of thinking slowed down a bit...

"What qualifications do you have?! Sad?! Give up on yourself?! Do you want to cut yourself again?! Huh?! How dare you?!" Hermione grabbed his collar tightly, her eyes were as cold as a knife, and said in a cold voice: " I tell you, every inch of you from top to bottom is mine! I planted it! How dare you!—"

As she spoke, she grabbed his collar tightly and shouted towards the side of the road: "Carriage!"

boom!With a bang, the magnificent carriage of the Malfoy family appeared in the park out of nowhere.The onlookers didn't know why, but they watched in amazement and curiosity as the brunette girl with a stern and glamorous aura dragged the stumbling black-haired lost boy into the resplendent carriage door——

"Crack!——" As soon as he entered the confined space, Tom was suddenly pushed down on the seat. In the darkness, Hermione rode on top of him. Her hands were unprecedentedly heavy, and it was almost staring——

"Go meet Lucius!" Hermione yelled at the horses outside, "but drive slowly!"

He was lying upside down on the seat, only to feel that she was tightening his neck again, and this time she was really angry——"Crack!"

The other side of the face was also slapped.In the dark, she pressed against him coldly and said, "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

"Is it cool?"

"Um……"

"Do you still want to die?" She pressed him against the wall of the car, and began to violently attack his body in the darkness...

The carriage must have turned around—or it was crossing the sky, turning—maybe the Pegasus just passed the sun outside—he thought vaguely, but they are doing it now in this narrow, rickety carriage this kind of thing...

He gasped for breath, the frenzied passion in his whole body was infinitely ignited, and all his rationality turned into magma accumulated in the volcano, powerless to erupt...

"Please... Please..." He kicked off the seat and licked her fingers frantically, begging for mercy.

"Say it again," said Hermione, pulling her foot up, and brushing his hair nonchalantly.

"Um... aha... please..."

"Do you still hate yourself? Are you still planning to hurt your body without my consent?" She said calmly and deeply into his ear, "Remember...your body can only be hurt by me... …Snapped!"

In the air, the lights in the car suddenly turned on.Hermione whipped her whip into the air out of nowhere, and said in a dangerously low voice, "I've changed my mind."

Tom was stunned by the light for a moment, then opened his eyes, and looked at himself feebly—his limbs were locked in the four corners of the car out of thin air, and the words he used to say when he was in bed were now a reality, and his clothes had long since disappeared. Where did she go, she actually locked herself in the flying carriage...

"Turn around first!" She swung her whip at the car door again, and the sound of the whip was like thunder in the air—she shouted at the Pegasus outside the car: "Don't go to see Lucius right away, take a walk over America for a while." lock up!"

Pegasus turned around and circled as he said, and he suddenly felt stumbled, and he was about to fall sideways when he sank—then he was caught by the chain.

Under this humiliating and extremely excited position, he once again frantically found himself staring at the whip with unavoidable longing...

Hermione looked down at him, her slender legs raised from under her feet.

She chuckled, staring at him dangerously and seductively, and flicked the horsewhip——snap!

"want to?"

He licked his lips, and looked at her with misty eyes...

Hermione snorted slightly.She waved her hand, and the walls of the surrounding carriages suddenly opened, and rows of shelves were exposed, and what appeared on them were...

"Lucius, Lucius..." She glanced playfully at the items on the display shelf, "Should it be said that Malfoy is really Malfoy? Or is it that nobles just like this kind of gameplay..."

He stared at her closely and reached out to touch the suites on both sides of the carriage one by one. There were mouth balls, collars, handcuffs, leather whips, and some strangely colored potions...

She chuckled lightly: "I thought so... No wonder the four corners of the carriage can be used to tie people up. They have been prepared a long time ago. Heh... Which one do you want?"

She said that casually, but in her heart she just wanted to scare him, not to mean it.Originally, there was a surge of emotion in the anger, but it was temporarily suppressed by the eye-opener in the carriage——

However, a hungry and thirsty voice sounded low and hoarse: "Black..."

"Huh?!" Hermione turned her head in disbelief, and quickly looked back—there are actually three sets of handcuffs and whips, one red, one pink, and one black—no, no, no, that's not the point, the point is that he really answered...

Hermione was even more angry, she simply pulled out the black part of the [Professional Leather Whip], and looked at him coldly: "Do you really want me to beat you?"

He rubbed the seat with difficulty, crystal liquid seeped from the front, and looked at her with passion as if dripping water...

Seeing that the lotus-colored body was starting to turn red all over, she couldn't help but her eyes darkened, she lightened her hand, picked out the black leather whip and slapped him on the chest.

Snapped.

This sound was completely different from the feeling of a genuine horsewhip waving in the air, and she was almost taken aback—the sound was so textured, it was obviously not heavy, but it seemed to hit her heart like it was possessed...

"Hmm...!" He immediately straightened his back and called out softly.

Looking down again, he also stared at himself closely, with thousands of charms flowing in his eyes, as if he was tempted...

Hermione suddenly sank down, and calmly raised his face with a whip, forcing those eyes that were full of magic eyes to look directly at her: "What now? Are you still in a sad mood?"

"Uh-huh..." He followed her straightened leather whip up and down with a distracted gaze, licked the corner of his mouth, and said in a daze, "No..."

"Do you know whose body you are now?"

"...you...I belong to you...um!"

"Snapped!--"

Her eyes were deep, her face was noble and indifferent, and she put her fingers on the chair one by one: "Remember! You'remyman, you'remyslave, and you'remypet. You are alive, and you no longer belong to yourself. You ascended, and you also want to be with me Go see Sanqing, not Merlin."

"Yeah...I'myourpet..." he followed her unconsciously while rubbing himself hard: "Please..."

"Very good." Hermione looked at him with a calm expression, turned her body sideways, and waved her hand with a lot of infuriating energy.

Suddenly, the room was full of brilliance, and when Tom was lying on the cushion and was tormented by passion day and night, he suddenly woke up—in a small room, just opposite her, suddenly there was half a desk in the middle of nowhere. Big screen!

On the other side of the screen, Lucius' shocked and relieved expression appeared, and the aristocratic tone came clearly: "... Finally got in touch with you. The control center in Chicago was blown up, and the other party said This is caused by the overload of information exchange, and the other party thinks that both of us may be responsible—"

Hermione interrupted him: "You ask the person in charge to come out."

Lucius was taken aback.

She repeated: "I'm not coming. This is an impromptu video conference."

As she said so, she glanced at the fresh and delicious black-haired boy lying on the side... The boy looked at her with wet eyes, but his expression was not resentful, aggrieved, and stimulated, all kinds of intertwined...

She chuckled lightly, put away her whip, pulled out a long quill, and brushed his cheeks with the feather tail lightly against his surging Adam's Apple , flushed chest...

——He looked at her in disbelief, feeling like he was about to explode!

——How could she... how bad she could be——!

The person in charge with curly hair in a white coat appeared on the opposite side of the video.At the same time, behind the screen, many Americans come and go, exchanging nervous and calm glances——

"I want to emphasize one point, Miss Granger," the person in charge pushed his glasses, "About this explosion, you first emphasized that your information exchange point settings are foolproof—"

Hermione interrupted him, and said in a clear and cold voice, "Where are the aliens behind your scenes?"

The air on the opposite side was visibly stagnant.

Tom raised his head and looked at her. While she was in the video conference without changing her expression, she was teasing herself viciously with feathers...Damn it, her whole body was boiling...

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Again, your project doesn't—"

"Where are the aliens behind your scenes?" She stared coldly at the past again without any doubt.The vast spiritual pressure came down from hundreds of miles away, and the Americans in the conference room were shocked.

She sneered and looked around at everyone: "You all know very well that the explosion in the control center was caused by the sudden loss of control of the aliens."

Lucius sat next to him and couldn't sit still. He looked startled, and the shock and doubt on his face couldn't be concealed—as an old-fashioned Briton, he would vomit when he heard the word "alien" a liter of blood...

"Why?" She stared at the other party, and at the same time pinched the person lying on the side with one hand undisguisedly - "Why do you want to be a puppet of some aliens?"

"We didn't!" The head of the United States slapped the table angrily. "Network construction involves national security. Are we going to let you Britons—"

"Ha!" Hermione laughed sarcastically, "America! The way to reject Britain is to fall into the arms of aliens?"

The American looked as if he had been humiliated, and wanted to yell at her—but soon someone pulled the person in charge, and replaced him with a calm-looking vampire right in front of the camera.

The vampire said calmly: "We have indeed adopted certain alien technology. In the process of setting up the control host... The Republic has a long history of contact with the civilization of the universe. In the past 50 years, the alien people have expressed friendship to us. , and helped us."

Hermione said quietly: "I don't think so. It seems that you don't understand what's going on in the control room... It didn't intend for me to track or get the details of the main frame, so I chose to detonate the control center, even in spite of Life safety of all you researchers... Hehe, it seems you don't understand neither mainframes nor real aliens."

The vampire looked at her without moving his deep eyes, and emphasized: "We choose to trust them."

She thought it was funny: "Would the vampires also choose aliens?"

The vampire replied stubbornly: "No matter how you look at it, this is the history of the founding of the United States. In our land, any race, any creature, and any belief can live together on the basis of a common dream. We When you choose trust, you also choose the future.”

Her fingers brushed across his cheek, and Tom gently stretched out the tip of his tongue, licking it with strands of silver strands... In his dazed sobriety, he heard her sneer calmly: "The future that kills the past? The future without history?" future?"

"The history you said is a burden." The other party actually argued with her.

"Hahahahaha!" She laughed loudly, laughing so much that it pierced through the void, and the other party suddenly felt a void in her heart...

"The burden of history? Yes, of course... For countries with thousands of years of history, this is the case. Only countries with history are qualified to say that history is a burden... But, you guys? Would rather believe in aliens than believe in the same Compatriots on the planet?!" She looked at them sarcastically, and her sneer clearly penetrated into everyone's heart: "America! Are you qualified to say this? When you step on this land and dream, Aren't you afraid that the ghosts of the Indians who were massacred 300 years ago will fall into their dreams!"

--boom!In the conference room, someone with a livid face smashed the cup to pieces...

As soon as these words came out, Lucius' heart sank. He knew that what he said was too extreme. It hit the heart of the Americans. In fact, it also hit the hearts of the Britons themselves. When the Native Americans were massacred, almost everyone of the white race had a share. So far, I'm afraid that this business will not be able to be negotiated...

In the distant carriage, Hermione suddenly cut off her divine thoughts.There was silence in the air, and she suddenly felt the air flow over the United States change, and she began to faintly reject herself——she murmured: "...the American Dream, the American Dream... it will only continue for another 300 years... Forget it. Go back to Hogwarts."

For some reason, exhausted both physically and mentally, she leaned on the carriage and casually untied the locked boy.At this moment, there is no longer any intention of bullying him.

The black-haired boy put on his shirt silently, crossed his arms, leaned against the corner of the wall with soft black hair, and said a word after a long time: "You're right..."

"what?"

"A ghost falls into a dream..." He looked down at his palm, and said softly, "I've been trying to escape, so I hate a certain self, right? Since I came here, I always thought I was living an American dream, but The essence of the American dream is to escape... Yes, I assume that I can escape the past, abandon the past and stay here... I forget the killing karma I have done, and I will also fall into the dream..."

Hermione turned her head to watch him from above the sun as the carriage passed.

"Everything will come to an end, it will come to an end..." he murmured, rolling his palms up, looking up at her with a calm expression, and saying, "I always want to go back. I am a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, I once It is Voldemort, and I am DarkLord. I will no longer be able to escape, and I will become a truly strong man as you hoped, freeing myself from my demons."