HP Hermione's Phoenix

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After coming out of the Ministry of Magic, the big clock of Westminster Abbey rang several times.The white feathers of the pigeons are dyed in the golden sun, flying over the sparkling Thames, flying over the tower bridge with high iron wires, and flying over the rows of Gothic spiers of the Parliament Building, just as if from Andersen's Flying in a fairy tale, and flying away with golden wings.

Hermione stood on the side of the bridge a little lonely, the water bird bell tower had no intention, but the ancients were sad, watching the flickering shadows in the water, it was also sad that the spring waves under the bridge were green—from ancient times to the present, how has the moon shone on the cold river?How did the midnight bell ever change?The only thing that changes is the human heart...

Tom stood quietly with her, his eyes darkened, his hands resting leisurely in his pockets, and he said nothing.

The wind blew past her neck faintly, and with people coming and going behind her, she suddenly felt very bad, and subconsciously made people want to have a fit, but she couldn't find the reason——

"The sun is going down," said Tom suddenly.

Not only is the sun setting, the sun never appears.In this kind of British summer, it would be nice to have a sunny day for three hours in the morning, and all the tourists around would carry umbrellas with them—on a cloudy day, the sky would get dark quickly, and in just a split second, across the north and south of Big Ben, the entire London Bridge darkened.

Hermione gave him a cold look, but he suddenly grabbed her hand, pointed forward and said, "Look."

It's not just the two of them. At this moment, many tourists quickly ran to the bridge and stopped, and they all raised their cameras - just for a moment, there was a burst of "Wow!" cheer……

The Palace of Westminster, a world-protected heritage, and the Houses of Parliament, which span the entire Thames from east to west, lit up at this moment.In the dark world, the brilliant lights make people feel like weeping. It is not like the mystery and etherealness of Hogwarts Castle. Its magnificence and grandeur are close and touchable.The more than 1000 stretching rooms look like a dream but are so real, and every beam of light that leaks out to light up London seems to light up the whole world... No, no, it is so majestic and gorgeous, and so It is amiable and approachable, and it represents human civilization. The British do not deliberately sell their dreams, but they can make everyone yearn for it.

London Bridge, Big Ben, Houses of Parliament lights.One of the best scenic spots in London.

Who would have thought that the main body of the British Ministry of Magic would be built under the Houses of Parliament, with an inconspicuous red telephone booth on another street as the entrance...

The light scene was indeed dazzling. Hermione had seen it many times, but she couldn't help but sink down and stare at it quietly.

"Such a beautiful scene, human beings are so great..." He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry. Such a scene will not be destroyed by him."

She tilted her head and looked at him calmly: "Are you acting out my thoughts?"

He blinked, his dark eyes reflecting the lights of the entire lake.

She looked at him with a dark expression: "What do you think I'm thinking?"

As soon as she finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head.

A long, deep kiss that reached the throat covered it.He lifted her chin, and unhurriedly moved the tip of his tongue across the soft mouth, licking the red lips and white teeth inch by inch, like a thousand kinds of tenderness, beyond words...

After stopping, he looked at her without changing his face, and slightly stretched out his tongue to lick off the silver wire from the corner of his lips.

Hermione glared at him.

He shrugged easily, his voice was still low and gorgeous: "Maybe...you want some fish and chips?"

Before she could speak, an Asian-looking person suddenly walked by, holding the camera high, and said anxiously in flat-tongue English: "Eh...sorry...excuseme...ahh...eh... pls..."

The little black-haired devil immediately smiled proudly at her.That expression seemed to be showing off - or being handsome - he was very gentlemanly, pulled a hand out of his pocket in a very polite manner, took the camera, and said in fluent full-tongue English : "Of course. Willing to serve you. My pleasure."

The Asian was shocked by his demeanor, and quickly ran to the opposite side - the small East Asian tour group on the opposite side had already stood in a row, and Hermione suddenly heard a little girl holding her face and whispering in Japanese: "Wow - English gentleman - so handsome! . . . "

With a smile on his face, Tom held up his camera, framed Big Ben and the Capitol, and said patiently to a group of tourists who were like scissorhands: "OK——Youguys ready? 1,2,3— Chesse! OK, Perfect!"

He smiled and handed the camera he had taken to them. The other party kept saying 3Q3Q. He waved his hand, took Hermione and turned to leave——

"Big Brother! Wait..." A little girl with black hair and round eyes ran over, walking happily.

"Huh?" Tom turned and squatted down to look at her.

"This...this..." The little girl glanced at the parents behind her, blinked her eyes, as if she was racking her brains to think of words, and said, "Hey...giveyou...and...sister..."

She raised her head, looked at Hermione persistently, and handed her a big pink balloon with a red string.

Tom smiled slightly and waved to the little girl: "Thank you."

The little girl smiled happily, turned her head and happily followed the tour group after the group photo was taken.

"Hi..." Tom stood up, pulled the big heart-shaped balloon with a smile, and didn't look at her, but said to the balloon in a low voice, "Come with me, okay?"

Hermione lowered her eyelashes: "What are you going to do?"

"walk around."

"Where do you want to go?"

"I mean, look, that's what everyone else is doing. With balloons, walking around and eating and drinking..."

The night scene lights were turned on, and there were twice as many tourists on this street than during the day.Along the dense, stop-and-go tourists, he gently took her hand and stepped across the bridge, holding the balloon with the other hand, pointing to the Capitol and saying:

——"You know... In fact, 2% of our MPs are wizards. Most of them know the existence of the wizarding world. When the Ministry of Magic started to repair it hundreds of years ago, the ratio was 10%... "

——"There is a secret magic circle under Big Ben, which maintains the space of the Ministry of Magic... Otherwise, the Capitol will collapse..."

——"But in fact, the Ministry of Magic can also use circles to save the large energy consumption of the lighting scene of the Parliament Building every night... This has been resisted many times by Muggle civil organizations, saying that the British government is too wasteful-but they were unanimous back then Don't do it, say you want to make some trouble for the Muggle officials..."

Hermione's eyes flickered slightly: "You know it from reading?"

"No." He said without thinking, "I deduced it."

"Hmm." Passing through the crowd, Hermione snorted with a half-smile.

"Okay..." He spread his hands helplessly, "Part of it is reading..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a palpitation in his chest.It turned out that he spread his hands, and the balloon flew away—the balloon filled with hydrogen jumped up, escaped gravity, and flew obliquely backward——Hermione suddenly jumped up, and a hand passed by his ear, Hold on to the balloon string tightly.

He felt her soft chest rub against him - and he fell silent at once, looking at her darkly.

Hermione looked at him calmly.She put away the balloon and held it lightly in her hand.The sky is dark, but the night is so brilliant, as if the prosperity, loneliness, nobility and rebellion of the whole city are reflected in her eyes...

"Let it go." He suddenly grabbed her arm and whispered.

"Ok?"

"Letitgo." He stared into her eyes, his deep voice seemed to contain flames, he raised his hand to grab the balloon string, and let it go upwards.

Hermione watched the pink balloon rise slowly behind him, and he looked down at her and said, "Let's go—leave it alone. You just come with me."

The words he said were so illogical, so profound and as if they were about to explode at any moment—she also suddenly felt that there was infinite turmoil in her chest, and only hot feelings remained...

He grabbed her hand, turned his head and ran without hesitation.The lighting scene along the way is still so brilliant, majestic, and unified—the only light scene in London is so noble in the world, yes, it is noble, only the night scene here rebelled against the night scene of the whole world, and it cannot be called "neon". , just because this is London, Sherlock Holmes once led Watson to chase the murderer through the spiers of the building, brandishing a whip and a pistol; · Potter, when he was born, his name resounded throughout the three islands of Britain. It is destined that the savior at the end of this century will reverse his fate and go down in history forever...

Because this is London.So rebellious or elegant can be --

——just run wildly...

——As long as you and I still love each other before the end of the world...

There were many kinds of chaotic emotions surging in the black-haired boy's chest. On the one hand, he could clearly see these emotions with reason, but on the other hand, he couldn't calm down at all—he stopped, panting.

Tom gasped resentfully, leaning on his knees, and staring at her, said: "Hey—how aren't you tired?"

Hermione folded her arms and laughed like a normal person: "I am in the stage of becoming a god, how can I get tired after running?"

"Can't you be romantic!" he complained loudly, "otherwise, who wouldn't apparate!"

"Is it romantic if you can't run?" Hermione was amused, and couldn't help but gently tugged at his cheek with a smile.

Tom's expression immediately became unfathomable.He stood up straight, stopped panting, and only rolled his eyes to look at her thoughtfully.

Hermione glanced at him: "What are you thinking again?"

He replied solemnly: "I am interpreting your heart."

"what?!"

"I deduced that you want to eat fish and chips." He took her hand firmly and said, "You are hungry..."

When his cold hand touched her wrist, it felt like an electric shock. Hermione glanced at him, but saw that he pulled herself to the other side of the road without changing his face, and walked into a room on the steps very firmly. small entrance-

"Two tickets, please excuse me." He clasped her wrist and said to the person at the ticket office.

"Huh?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, "This is a movie theater!"

"That's right." He said to the conductor as a matter of course, "The nearest--the one that will be shown soon--hall with the fewest people, thank you."

"...Didn't you say you want to eat!"

"Yeah. So oversized chips and popcorn — and two iced Cokes... ok, thanks. Let's go."

Tom was carrying two big bags of food, and he walked like flying.Hermione followed him into the auditorium suspiciously—

The roast chicken immediately flew out of Hermione's pocket, flapped its wings and shouted loudly: "Oh my God! I can smell the aroma of food!!! There is something to eat, something to eat, something to eat!"

Hermione immediately grabbed its ass: "You are not allowed to eat it!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The small auditorium suddenly went dark.Seeing the black-haired boy smiling and winking at himself, Rooster immediately understood.It suddenly laughed and quieted down, flapped its wings and flew away——

MGM's Lionhead movie opening scene punched out of the darkness.This strong image of Gryffindor captivated Hermione for a second - a second later, she turned to look at him and said suspiciously, "Did you run here on purpose?"

"Of course." He drank his Coke quickly, and said with some pride: "The whole map of London is in my head, I don't even need terminal positioning..."

Hermione crossed her long legs expressionlessly.

Her face was very dark in the light of the film—and Tom was a little mortified at the fact that he had told the truth—but then he said more quickly: "It's because We've never really dated! It's too late if we don't date!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes: "You don't think so?"

He grabbed the Coke cup and drank it for a while, and then said firmly: "No."

She glanced at him lightly, and said, "——too late, what do you mean?"

This sentence shocked the black-haired boy—but he didn't show it at all. The little devil's heart can't be seen since he was a child, let alone the little devil who has read [-] books.He just continued to drink vigorously from the Coke cup, rolled his eyes in a trance, and approached her intentionally or unintentionally: "Because I'm in a hurry."

She raised her head, and the back of her slender neck was suddenly surrounded by a gust of hot air—no, it was obviously cold air, he had soaked it from a cold pool, but this cold air was so provocative, Hong Lian's life Annihilation is a world of mortals...

As soon as she turned her face away, she saw that he had already laid down at some point.Reflecting the dim light, those deep black eyes are more like black gemstones, with all kinds of elegance and charm——

"Watch a good movie." She said in a low voice.

"No." He also replied in a low voice.

Chaotic emotions and desires are like fish, lurking up from the sea of ​​consciousness.She closed her eyes, her hands were pulled over her head, the familiar and confused breath buried her neck, she slid all the way down, untied the suspenders and slid into the bottom of the skirt, her chest was throbbing violently, and he put his long fingers Knead it wanton on it—

"Hmm..." She snorted softly as she was held in his arms.

The sound on the screen was completely inaudible.None of them could hear.Are American films still being shown in today's small London screening halls?Is it action?Or love?Or love action?Let people not care at all——

His hands were fast, while he lowered his head and kissed her chest, one leg slipped between her two long legs, and one hand quietly rubbed into the edge of the lace of the underwear...

"Well——" She felt in a daze that something was wrong today. He was very urgent, but in fact he was also very urgent, and his passion was almost uncontrollable. In this kind of place, there is a kind of pleasure of having an affair, as if it can relieve some of the depression in her heart... …

The silk trousers under the skirt were soaked in water, rolled into a thin thread, tightly strangling the lower body - this was completely useless, he immediately gasped for breath, put his arms around her neck, without hesitation Put your fingers in--

"It hurts..." She buried her head in his neck, pulled his hair, and complained every time, "Mmm..."

His other hand recklessly slid from his snow-white chest to his slender waist, pinching her waist playfully.The painful and itchy feeling rushed straight to the sky from the back of the head. This passion was surprisingly fast, and it was released in a low voice after being suppressed...

His long fingertips were still lingering around the side of the silk trousers that were stretched into a pair, his eyes were fascinated, and his Adam's apple twitched: "Is it comfortable?"

She woke up, and in the empty auditorium, she glanced at him passionately: "Why did you do this all of a sudden?"

——"You are uncomfortable." He stroked her and pointed out.

——"I made you uncomfortable..." He suddenly picked her up and sat on his lap, put his hands on her waist and said: "Don't remember the uncomfortable me...just remember to make you feel uncomfortable..." Please make me comfortable..."

With a heavy blow, the pleasure reached the soles of the feet, she grabbed his hair uncontrollably, and it hurt him, but it was not painful when the love was crazy - he crazily supported her waist, pulled the camisole to the highest point, and the tip of his tongue Licking the ups and downs of her snow-white chest, her body always made him ache...

Suddenly, she lifted his head up by pulling his hair.He looked up confusedly, against the light in the darkness, brown messy hair also slightly covered the brown eyes, she lifted his thin lips with one hand and bit them down——

"I heard that men with thin lips are fickle..." she said in a low trembling voice.

"No... um..." he defended, "I don't... I'm a Capricorn..."

She completely took the initiative, sat lazily on his waist, and rubbed his hair with a half-smile.

"Don't believe it!" he said unwillingly, pinching her waist, "fuxx... why are we arguing about this?"

He turned around abruptly, pressed her on the bench and started to move quickly.And Hermione took the time to watch him sprint hard, growl continuously, and finally burst out——

She couldn't help laughing.

"Damnit!" He glared at her angrily, panting, "Don't laugh like that! You're insulting my abilities!"

"No. I'm not insulting you, I'm bullying you." She leaned back in the chair with a smile, and said while pulling his soft hair.

"Fuxx!!!"

"Don't you like me bullying you?" She crossed her long legs and looked sideways at him with a smile.

"Fuck!!!" He stared at her, his two handsome eyebrows squeezed together, and his straight nose was crooked: "You will regret it!"

Snapped.

In the air, the sound of the movie suddenly intensified, so the sound was actually not very loud, and it didn't seem abrupt.

However, Hermione still lay there lazily, put away her hands, looked at his darker eyes, propped her chin, and said softly, "Oh? What do you think I will regret?"

At this moment, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, the past and the past surged up together, and the complexity continued to destroy himself-but he just continued to look dark, and didn't say anything else.

He quickly reached out and slid his hand into her skirt, pulled out the wet silk trousers, blinked his eyes and said innocently: "I said you will regret this. This is mine."

Hermione laughed again.

"Don't laugh!" He stared at her unhappily, "Shouldn't you beg me once in a while?"

She didn't speak, but raised her hand viciously, and waved it in his face——

Wow——Uncontrollably, a flash of excitement and frenzy flashed through his heart, he turned his head to the side, and closed his eyes heavily——

Hermione laughed nastyly again.He opened his eyes and looked at her irritably - she didn't slap her down, but he was already excited, his chest seemed to be burning, as if his whole self was burning, and the excitement he had just vented exploded again...

"Do you want to be beaten? Please." Her voice was sweet and cold, still carrying that deep evil——

"Fuxx—" He rubbed against her again in frustration, "When will you be like a normal woman? For example, crying and begging me to say no, no, no, I can't get up tomorrow—"

"It's more likely that you will be made to cry by me." She lay on the soft chair and said, pulling his taupe-colored smooth cheek.

"Why!!!" He rubbed her waist dissatisfiedly and said, "Although... I... I have never cried!"

"Your physical strength is nothing compared to your cultivation." She said cruelly.

"...Recently, I obviously feel much stronger than before!" He gritted his teeth and said, "I go out for a run every day, and practice all the spells—"

"No, magic has no effect on cultivation. You have become a little stronger because you also have cultivation in your body—because of dual cultivation with me." She said calmly.

"I..." A basin of cold water was poured down, and I was still full of passion and resentment just now, but now only stunned...

"This is the way of dual cultivation, calming yin and yang, making up for what's lacking and damaging what's more." She looked at him quietly.

"You..." He pointed blankly at her, "Then you...will you... lose your power..."

"I have no influence." She smiled slightly, "You will naturally understand the mystery of the way of yin and yang in the future... I once said that I want to prove the way of eternal life with you. Of course, these words are not false."

"Oh..." He stared blankly at her with his eyes open.

"Of course you are still a disciple of Merlin at this time, so I can't directly take you to practice cultivation—when the final battle between the Savior and the Dark Lord is here, the meritorious deeds are over, and the people of the upper world can no longer stop me, Salazar S. Leitlin's arrangement is about the same..." She whispered, "I will really guide you in then."

Thousands of thoughts swirled in his mind, and in the end he just kept his expression on the ground, repeating what he said just now and muttering, "So... how long will it take me to cultivate—uh..."

As he spoke, his face twisted...

Hermione raised her hand again, and rubbed his face viciously: "Want to make me cry? Hahahaha—retreat first and let me make you cry for 100 years—"