HP Hermione's Phoenix

dark.The boundless darkness.

The bone-chilling wind whizzes across the coast, over the hills, over the lonely grave, and hovers over the bleak and rainy Britain. The weather here seems to be crying all the time, like the old DVD " In the scene in Wuthering Heights, the Avenger, the former abandoned child Heathcliff, his soul wandered in the wasteland all day long, roaring as if he had never died...

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

In the boundless black mist, someone stepped out of the resurrection cauldron, raised his wand, and whispered cruelly.

Harry struggled desperately against the chained cane.His arms were bleeding and his legs were cut by magic vines.The camera was tightly wrapped around his head, facing the black fog ahead—but its function at this time was not to shoot, but to hurt him and make him more or less awake—

- don't succeed...

- don't come near...

— drown him!

—Go away!No, kill him!

But the black shadow gradually approached him.Harry stared at him, tall and thin figure, wrapped in black robes, like a living dementor - no, he was more disgusting and terrifying than a dementor - with a noseless face and narrow red eyes One was exposed and the other was covered by a black cloth, as if emitting a dim light from hell. This face was stranger to him than everything in the world, and he was also more familiar than everything in the world. He had seen it countless times in his worst dreams. Next to circling in his mind... the deepest fear, but also the most hated blood feud...

"Harry Potter." The man stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Harry suddenly realized something.The reason Voldemort's other eye couldn't show was because he was blind.He covers his eye like a Pirate's - the eye he'd stabbed blind with his own wand in first year.

"Of course you know that this boy is my nemesis, don't you?" The tall Voldemort laughed lowly, with a trace of cruelty showing from the corner of his mouth.

"No, master, of course we know..."

"No master, please listen to our explanation..."

"You have now proven that it was no more than a joke..."

Many kneeling Death Eaters flattered loudly, and there was a commotion in front of the cold cemetery——

However, Voldemort snorted coldly, and the disciples fell silent.

The Demon King threw off his robe and turned his head indifferently and walked away.He pointed to the cemetery with one foot, and looked at the gray sky with one eye, as if he wanted to sigh, but also seemed to ignore everything in this world.

"My friends..." he sneered lowly, "I did lose to this boy, or rather to Dumbledore's design—however, I have told many of you that everything I pursue... ...Long life on the road! Flying over death! I have encountered everything on this road, I have reached the peak and fell to the dust, once you knelt and kissed my robe and then turned and abandoned me—”

Some Death Eaters trembled mournfully, while others like Wormtail panted excitedly beside them.But Voldemort just paused, his red eyes looked far away.

"However, I have also told you that the glory of the DarkLord is eternal... I have been reduced to being neither human nor ghost, I have been reduced to possessed animals eating scavenger for a living, I have fallen to the weakest and most helpless situation... But I am still back! I I want to tell you once again that on the road to longevity, I have gone farther than anyone else!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Suddenly, there was a hint of excitement and pleasure in that indifferent, chilling tone.Dark clouds roared over the Atlantic, and Voldemort watched the rainy sky, while the black-robed disciples trembled and cheered at his feet.

Harry was breathing harder than anyone else.He deeply felt the sound of his own breathing—in this dark moment, the enemy was everywhere, and only his own breathing was overwhelmingly accompanying him—

Voldemort looked at the sky for a long time, and suddenly laughed cruelly.That voice is creepy, as if it can tear the soul...

"Give him his wand, Wormtail!" he snapped haughtily, "with neither Dumbledore protecting him nor his mother dying for him now... I'll show you, Haribo Special, can it really be Lord Voldemort's nemesis!"

—Boom!

--boom! — Slightly!

Just when his words fell, the first thunder light finally sounded from the small graveyard.In the tragic lightning, the devil laughed wildly again, and he was thrown down, among a group of sneering Death Eaters—the cold wind became more and more biting, like hatred spreading—

In the bedroom on the top floor of Black's old house, Harry opened his eyes suddenly.

It was still dark around.In the only halo, the blond boy sat with his head bowed in front of the dark-patterned bed curtain. He became much thinner, his originally proud and bulging cheeks disappeared, and his thin collarbone could be seen outside the handmade shirt.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" Draco asked softly.

"That's not a dream." Harry slowly stroked his forehead and replied in a low voice.

"Yes, I know." The blond boy looked at him and said, "We both know."

The teenagers walked downstairs without a word, walking around the dark gold carved handrails of Black's old house, and Harry was still in a trance, unreal feeling.The dream from the previous moment was still continuing, and it seemed that he and that person were about to fight to the death...

The entire second floor has been remodeled.Now the activity room and the living room are connected to form a large control room.Flames are raging in the huge fireplace, and sometimes a wizard's head is exposed—but the scene in front of me is like an American science fiction movie I watched when I was a child, and there are continuous and different voices coming from many large screens with fluorescent lights:

"The return of that person..."

"Harry Potter's second narrow escape..."

"The end of the Triwizard Tournament..."

"The British wizarding world will once again fall into..."

"The people are in a panic unprecedented in 15 years..."

"The Ministry of Magic appeals to..."

"Barty Crouch Jr. is not dead, and the current Minister of Magic, Barty, is a major suspect..."

"&*(%￥...&..."

Harry stopped.He stood in front of those ever-changing screens, and on the one closest to him, a wizard with a funny expression and a strange costume was standing in front of the camera, talking to another tired man in black robe.

He recognized it.The man in the black robe is the owner of Florin in Diagon Alley... Everyone of them likes Florin very much. In summer, the boss's latest magical ice cream is always discounted for little wizards without limit.

"...As a last resort," Florin waved his hands wearily, "I don't want to move out of the UK either, I left my business behind... But, you know, the situation is so chaotic..."

He stared at the screen.Boss Florin spoke English, but there was a line of French subtitles at the bottom of the screen.Then the camera turned around and turned back to the strangely dressed French interviewer, who started talking to the camera again...

Harry turned to look at Draco.Draco also glanced at him, and translated in a low voice: "...Affected by the resurrection of Voldemort and the reconstruction of the Death Eaters, many wizards in Britain have fled the British Isles. According to preliminary statistics, the wizards who entered France within a month The number has exceeded [-]... The news channel of the French Ministry of Magic reported."

He then turned his gaze to another screen.The other screen is equipped with English letters. The male anchor with a serious expression is wearing a neat three-color robe, and said in German to the camera: "It is reported that the economy and people's livelihood of the British magic world has been affected to a certain extent... and At the same time, the violent turmoil in the British Ministry of Magic has also aroused public dissatisfaction..."

Spanish channel: "In view of the danger of Death Eater activities, the Ministry of Magic urges everyone not to travel to Britain for tourism or other activities in the near future, especially in view of Voldemort's sensitivity to divination..."

Italian channel: "The Quidditch European Cup is about to start, and Britain may be affected and will not participate? Voldemort actually hates Quidditch? Please, Britain! Can you get rid of him before the start of next year?"

Holland Channel: "According to statistics, the activities of the Death Eaters have brought the business of exporting magical creatures to the UK to a standstill. Since the beginning of this month, the economic loss of our country is estimated to have reached more than 20 Galleons..."

"Oh Harry! You are here!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed in surprise when the headlights were turned on.

Harry and Draco turned their heads one after another, and Sirius also came in from the outside at this time. He had a gloomy expression, and he tossed his coat aside as he walked—"It's all nonsense! It's all nonsense!"

The Godfather of the Big Dog angrily slammed the table in the control room.

"Brother!" Regulus followed him in, he still looked like a gentleman, and glanced at him disapprovingly—"Harry, Draco, have you eaten yet?"

"not yet……"

"Well, there are sandwiches toasted downstairs," said Mrs Weasley lovingly, "Fred George Rowan and the others are all downstairs, you must be very hungry—"

"Godfather..." Harry called Sirius.

"The point is not this!" Sirius suddenly clenched his fists and slammed it on the table again, and shouted unwillingly: "All Europe is watching our joke! The Order of the Phoenix has been reconvened, and Dumbledore Lido - Dumbledore he now..."

Regulus suddenly and forcefully turned the little black umbrella in his hand.The little black umbrella brought a gust of wind, making everyone in the room shiver.

"I'll take you down." He said unquestionably, leading Harry and Draco to the restaurant downstairs.

"Uncle..." Draco pursed his lips, looked at Regulus complicatedly, and then at Harry.

Harry looked at him silently, as if in some sort of protest.

Regulus looked at them comfortingly, and finally just nodded and said in a low voice: "You will know... Now, please go to eat first."

Harry sat down at the table full of thoughts, and Draco sat beside him in silence.Ginny looked at them cautiously, and carefully pushed over a plate of corned beef.

"Thank you, Ginny," said Harry muffled.

"Hey...you don't look like you slept very well," said Ron, looking sideways at him.

"After leaving the Dursleys, I have been staying here for two weeks. The only way to know the outside world is to watch the news online. No one will be fine." Harry said, crossing a slice of bread fiercely.

"To be honest, I don't think it's fair to Harry." George said thoughtfully. "You know...Harry has the right to know everything, and even follow up on everything they do, because Harry was the one who was separated from him that night." The closest person to that person... We have all seen that earth-shattering fight... He can really kill everyone, but he can't kill you..."

"You're a hero, Harry," Ron interjected without hesitation.

Draco stared silently at the black-haired savior beside him.Harry looked so irritable, depressed and disoriented.

"Listen..." he put down his knife and fork, and murmured dully, "I still don't know why... I mean, I still don't know what happened when I fought that man at the end of the Triwizard Tournament... ...I was able to escape death...why...nobody explained it to me, and I don't know..."

In the Hogwarts control room, Hermione raised her head, silently facing the projection on the large screen wall.

On the screen, the Frenchman, who is not afraid of death, is enthusiastically doing a special program "Why the boy who survived the catastrophe escaped death".The respective biographies of Harry and Voldemort are played back and forth, followed by a scrolling showdown of what is commonly referred to as "the end of the Triwizard Tournament"—

—Harry and Voldemort draw their wands at the same time;

——"Disarm you!" "Avada Kedavra!"

--Ding!The wands of the two collided together at the same time, the red light and the green light met, and the light burst out instantly, covering the two of them...

——The light enveloped the two of them and lifted them up. In the video, the Death Eaters on the ground turned pale with shock...

——The only camera at the scene of the battle was Harry's warrior follow-up perspective. The camera was attached to his head, so this perspective was even more weird. Facing Harry's perspective, Voldemort's hideous expression seemed to be constipated...

——Halo squeezed in!Halo pushes over!

— Wow!The spell flashed back!The dead appear!

— Wow!James and Lily came out of Voldemort's wand!

— Wow!The Death Eaters all showed unacceptable expressions of panic!The screen paused for a second, and the program team drew a red circle to frame a black-robed Death Eater who escaped from the lower angle of view...

"Did you expect that? Flashback Curse - Brother Wand..." Hermione asked thoughtfully.

"Of course." Gellert carefully flipped through a pile of Elvish tomes without looking up, "After all, I defeated Gregorovitch..."

On the screen, the Frenchman fixed the distorted face of Voldemort at the end, and started the discussion with relish—the host asked the invited wizard guest very excitedly in English with a strong retroflex: "It's rare, isn't it Is it? As the former Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, what do you think?"

Cornelius Fudge tried to make an inscrutable expression in front of the camera - anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was learning from Dumbledore.But he clearly failed.His bewildered countenance gave off only a hint of clumsiness.

"Well... Voldemort is indeed powerful. I have met Harry once, and he does have a... you know... special feeling, as the prophesied savior..."

"Is Voldemort really that powerful?" the host interrupted him. "Can a student break his Avada Kedavra?"

"Oh, of course," said Fudge angrily. "He is by far the most destabilizing factor in British wizarding circles - many wizards have left Britain for this..."

"And you too?"

"……Yes……"

Hermione turned her head and said blankly: "I still want to ask you... are you so sure? If the spells of the two of them didn't cast at the same time—"

Gellert replied quickly: "No, it's impossible. This is the scene that appeared in the prophecy."

Hermione shook her head silently, seeing the way he had a headache from flipping through the book, she couldn't help turning her head away.

"...The public generally believes that only Dumbledore can come forward to solve Voldemort." The host was still enthusiastically saying in that kind of roll tongue, "but now it is obvious that Voldemort is not even a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament." Nothing but your weapon can resist..."

"I believe there must be some mysterious connection between this," Fudge said with a frown, "maybe it has something to do with the guardian spell on Harry..."

"According to the online survey, [-]% of the people think so, and another [-]% think it is the blessing of Merlin. Mr. Fudge, do you really believe that there is such a thing as the blessing of Merlin?"

"Of course." Fudge finally said forcefully, "Of course Merlin has been protecting Britain. Many people still believe that Merlin is still guarding the lake of Avalon, guarding all wizards, and waiting for King Arthur's return..."

"May I ask you, how long is Mr. Fudge's highest clearance record for the game "Merlin Saves King Arthur?"

"...This has nothing to do with this show..."

"Haha sorry for just joking. You know, this battle between Voldemort and Harry Potter is too horrifying to imagine anyone surviving the Avada Kedavra Curse twice, and it's impossible to imagine a person being killed by a whole— The country—the devil that the country fears," the host said with an emphatic tone, "can't defeat a child twice in a row... Speaking of the Dark Lord, someone once compared Voldemort with the Dark Lord on the European continent. Gellert Grindelwald, now it seems... what do you think?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow.The discussion area automatically popped up on the lower right corner of the screen, and the first hot post that came into view was impressive:

[Voldemort of the British Empire: I can't do it with a kid, so I am ashamed to say that I am the second-generation Dark Lord?Grindelwald disagrees]

[There have been [-] hits and [-] discussions]

In the past one month of summer vacation, from the end of the gloomy Triwizard Tournament to the present, the wizards of Britain have gradually recovered from the extreme panic. Those who can escape from the country escape from the country, and those who can hide can hide, and even can surf the Internet if they hide ——In this way, most of Diagon Alley was frightened and closed, but the Internet became more prosperous——The whole of Europe laughed at the cowardice of British wizards, and the British fought back with all kinds of examples in the past to prove that Voldemort was indeed terrible. "You can do it" has become the hottest buzzword in weeks...

——People enthusiastically appealed to Dumbledore to come out of the mountain.

——People also enthusiastically appealed to Harry to come out of the mountain and kill Voldemort by relying on the immortal body of the Savior's death curse.

——The people who watched the excitement even called on Gellert to come out and clean up Voldemort, to prove that the Dark Lord of the European continent had completely defeated the Dark Lord of the British Isles...

But the fact is that, for a month, neither Gerden nor Harry seemed to have disappeared, no longer appearing in front of the world...

thump thump.Hermione turned her head and watched the slender boy with lacquered eyes walk in.He has a calm expression, a calm face, black hair with a jade-like luster, and a pale tawny cheek. He is wearing a German military uniform that is one size smaller. The black button is buttoned to the point below the Adam's apple. It is full of abstinence, fresh and delicious. people want to bite...

He walked up to the blond old devil king without changing his expression, and put down a lot of materials written in Elven language: "Sir, it's all here."

"Okay." Gellert replied with satisfaction.

"Huh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows. "What the hell are you going to do?—you..."

She stared at Tom suspiciously.He shrugged, facing the resurrected self on the screen who was on the cusp of the storm, without showing the slightest affected expression.

She narrowed her eyes and said slowly, "What are your plans behind my back?"

Tom spread his hands, looked at her innocently and said, "No..."

"Really?" She took a step closer.

He blinked, his heavy eyelashes cast a shadow, and the depraved and cold red lotus breath sprayed on her face slightly.

"Really do not have……"

"what?!"

"Hmm..." His eyes deepened, without any emotion, they were dark...

"Okay!" Gellert suddenly slapped the table and shouted.

They immediately took two steps back, and at the same time turned their heads to look at the old devil who was deeply immersed in his research.

"This is it!" Gellert was full of pride, and with a wave of his big hand, he hurriedly wrote a line and handed it to Tom: "You go and give this to Snape, and let him go through it again."

"Okay, Sir." Tom immediately took over.

"What is this?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Antinatal potion." Gellert took it for granted, and said happily again: "Albus has a bad temper now..."

"...you have been studying this for a month!"

"correct."

Hermione looked up at the Monet news. At this moment, the crowds in Europe who didn't know the truth were still discussing Voldemort, Grindelwald, Dumbledore, the strength of the Dark Lord and the justice of the White Wizard...