HP Hermione's Phoenix

"So, you said that I am a wizard? Is this true? - I'm sorry, I don't know anything about my situation..." The little black-haired boy was trembling, and he couldn't help but speed up his speech.

Hermione looked at the red sun. At this time, the edge of the cliff was full of brilliance, and the waves crashed on the shore, but there was no shadow under her.Between heaven and earth, there is no wind and no moon. This situation only makes people feel more lonely in their hearts.

She glanced at the very small black-haired boy, and couldn't help squatting down: "Where are the adults in your family?"

When I squatted down and looked up, I realized that he didn't look like an ordinary European Caucasian kid.He obviously has black hair and black eyes, but he doesn't feel thick and serious like Snape.Those eyes were faint black, illuminated by a halo.

The little boy with black hair and black eyes twitched the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "...I am an orphan."

He has a feeling that he is very reluctant to mention his parents.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Hermione couldn't help thinking of Harry, and couldn't help feeling pity, and said softly, "It doesn't matter, you are a little wizard, and this will not change. When you grow up, someone will guide you Into the wizarding world."

Countless thoughts flowed through the little boy's mind in an instant, and finally he raised his eyes and asked with some hope: "Thank you for helping me just now... Then, are you a wizard too?"

Hermione stood up involuntarily and smiled wryly.

The sun has risen higher, as if the sea water under the feet is warm.

"No..." she murmured, "Only you can see me here...I'm just a spirit body now."

"What?" The little boy looked up blankly.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head and smiled at him, shook her head slightly and said, "I'm not a wizard. I'm a monk."

"Monk?" The little boy repeated the word, his mind spinning rapidly. "What is a monk?—are you from the East? Is a monk an Eastern wizard?"

The roast chicken on the side couldn't help but giggled: "You are a little interesting, and your spiritual roots are quite extraordinary. It's a pity, it's a pity. It's a pity that my master is a cool ghost cultivator now, and it's useless to ask you. Otherwise you If you encounter ancestors like Jinfeng Yulu, you will definitely be caught and made into a furnace..."

What it said was quite sensational, but the way it shook its head made people feel that it was full of duress.But although the little boy couldn't understand, he felt a faint sense of warning, so he couldn't help showing a vigilant expression, and took a step back.

Hermione looked amused, and stretched out her hand to pull him back: "It's scaring you, don't listen to its nonsense—don't back off, be careful you'll fall down again."

She is clearly a spirit body, but she can touch people who can see her.

Hermione sighed in her heart, but she didn't know where this incident of her soul breaking through the void came from.Could it be just to reunite with Roasted Chicken and Fengming Sword?Just as the mysterious expert in the secret realm said that day, there must be a chance in the future...

But why is this opportunity?At this moment and here, in such a desolate place, only a little wizard can see him beside him, thinking about it, it only makes people feel lonely in their hearts.

——Forget it.She glanced at him, you have your chance, then I will explain it to you.

The little boy only heard her lower her head slightly, and said with a smile: "The difference between monks and wizards is not the difference in region, but the difference in the heart of seeking Tao. Wizards put a lot of emphasis on blood, but monks hardly talk about blood; wizards emphasize mobilization. The power of one's own innate power, the destined destiny can only be observed but cannot be changed, but monks emphasize breaking through the confinement of their own body and soul, my fate is up to me; wizards are only in this world, but monks practice the way of longevity."

After Hermione finished speaking, she couldn't help being slightly taken aback in her heart: It turned out that I had so much alienation from the wizarding world before I knew it...

But almost for a moment, she heard the little boy say without hesitation:

"Then I won't be a wizard anymore! I'll be a monk too!"

Hermione couldn't help smiling, and squatted down again: "Stupid boy...but you're just a little wizard."

The little boy looked at her closely, with longing in his eyes, and shook his head firmly: "No... I also want to live forever. Wizards can't live forever, so I won't be a wizard anymore."

He was only five or six years old at this time, and he knew nothing about longevity, but it was just for the sake of saying "my fate is up to me", which resonated in my heart.When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little wronged when he thought of all the things he had been born to, but he didn't want Hermione to see it, so he just turned his head to one side.

Hermione looked at the side face of the little boy who raised his head and turned away stubbornly, and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy in her heart, she shook her head and said, "But you are a disciple under Merlin's sect, this is destined... Besides, this world It's the end of the Dharma era, the aura is getting thinner day by day, and the path of cultivation is too difficult."

"Can't things that are destined to be changed?" The little boy turned his head and stared at her, his eyes turned red suddenly, and he clenched his fists tightly and shouted, "I don't want to accept my fate either!"

Hermione's heart was struck by lightning, and all kinds of past events rushed past——

The roast chicken flapped its wings and said, "Children, give up. My master has made a great wish and will no longer accept disciples. If you were born 100 years earlier and came to line up, maybe there is still hope..."

Hearing this, the little boy couldn't help but tighten his heart.The sun was rising, but he felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured into his body...

Seeing him biting his lips tightly, Hermione felt dazed. She lowered her head and coaxed, "Don't think so, this area is under Merlin's jurisdiction. How can I lure little wizards to become monks at will? I think You are very talented, and you will definitely be a great wizard in the future."

The little boy looked up at her deeply.The emotions in those black eyes are very complicated, full of despair, hope, loss, resignation, grievance... It is hard to say that they are the eyes of a child.

Hermione couldn't help shaking her head, and said softly: "Don't be sad. If you become a great wizard in the future, you can also do what you want to do, and maybe you can explore a new path, which is no worse than being a monk. "

The little boy rubbed the corners of his eyes violently and raised his head: "Are you leaving?"

Hermione was at a loss, but said, "Yes."

She suddenly lost her physical body this time. Although she reunited with her natal summoned beast and natal weapon, it was hard to say that it was worth celebrating.The so-called body is a raft, and the soul is like a person crossing the sea. The road of practice is boundless, and there is no raft to carry it. How can we cross it?Is it really necessary to change to a ghost cultivator or simply embark on the road of evil cultivators?

"Will I see... other monks like you in the future?" He said slowly and in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult." Hermione thought to herself, I came from another plane, and even this local cultivator may be less and less in the future.

"..." The little boy's eyes were red.He forced himself to turn his head to the side again and lift it up to the sun.

The road ahead is boundless, and at this moment, she can't help but have the same intention of self-injury as this strange little boy.

Hermione looked up at the red sun in the sky, and couldn't help but let out a long breath of misfortune, with a burst of pride in her heart, as if she was talking to him or talking to herself: "Don't be sad, you will naturally have you in the future." The good luck of my life——I really have to leave. Since you are so reluctant, I will show you... What is a sword cultivator!"

After she finished speaking, she swung her sword.The Fengming sword was brilliant, and produced 99 long sounds, and there were several changes between the sword tactics and the sword tactics. For a while, the aura on the coast was terrifying, but it also carried a self-generated depression.

The little boy suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.An ordinary child would be dazzled by the sword moves, but he was born with precocious intelligence, and he was able to vaguely understand one or two moves. The sword intent seemed to carry mountains and seas, but it seemed to carry a breath as fierce as a fire. Burn the world!

Turning his head again, the fat yellow chicken next to him suddenly gave a long cry, jumped up suddenly, and transformed into a kind of divine bird that he had never seen before. —

——It turned out to be so!

Hermione took the mountain and crossed the sea without stopping, letting the waves hit the cliff, but she danced her sword on the top of the waves.At this moment, all the stagnation in her heart was spit out, her pride was boundless, and her understanding of the way of swordsmanship had risen to a higher level!

"Since ancient times, water and fire have been incompatible. The mysteries of the sea are the greatest in the water. Although they can smash mountains and rocks, the mysteries of fire are like the rising sun on the sea. It burns endlessly and burns the sky and the earth!" She took up a sword Hua, on top of the waves and in the stream of light in the sky, said with a loud smile: "So that's how it is! This is the fire that burns the whole world. Even if it is small and weak at first, it can start a prairie fire..."

"Congratulations, master, for comprehending another level of sword intent!" The roasted chicken has changed back to its original form at some point, and it is dazzling under the red sun: "It has become a ghost cultivator, and it can still be so comprehended in adversity? It really deserves to be my master. ! By the way, if you compete with the real Guan Hai from back then, you won’t lose that half-movement, right?”

Hermione laughed and said, "It's okay! The only sword intent that could restrain my profound meaning of fire back then no longer exists—"

However, at this moment, both she and the roast chicken stopped talking at the same time, and suddenly looked up.

--boom!

Unknowingly, at this moment, the clouds above the head surged, and the tribulation thunder hadn't been extinguished yet, and it struck down again, with a hint of shattering the void...

Hermione raised her eyebrows violently, quickly grabbed the roast chicken, and shouted: "Go!" She tiptoed, pierced through the strait, higher than distant mountains and dense forests, and walked towards the broken void gate without looking back!

In an instant, everything returned to silence.The red sun on the beach is still the same, and the sound of the waves seems to have become louder.The little boy with black hair and black eyes on the edge of the cliff rubbed his eyes violently, and sat there blankly.The gorgeous figure dancing with the vast sword intent on the edge of the cliff has disappeared, and even the desire and hope that seemed to be his own are gone.It seemed that everything just now was just an empty dream.

At this moment, he didn't know that in the forest not far away, Ollivander suddenly turned his head, and carefully took a phoenix feather handed over from the prophet girl...

Hermione flicked her fingers first with difficulty, Fengming Sword was still in her hand.

Her eyes seemed to have not been opened for a long time, and it took a while to adjust to the light in the room.

"Welcome back, Hermione!" A smiling, familiar but never heard voice said in her ear.

Hermione sat up from her prone position.Standing next to her was a small figure, but as tall as a trophy, with a mix of red, green, yellow and blue, like a cavalry puppet from a medieval fairy tale.

She paused for a moment, pointed at it and said, "Hogwarts!"

"Yes!" Hogwarts still looked up at her with a smile.

"You succeeded in transforming?!"

"That's right! Thanks to your help in the past two years. Being more involved in campus affairs has made me feel more real." The Hogwarts villain looked at her happily, blinking blinked.

"Where is this place? Ah—Master, you have your body again?" Roasted Chicken jumped over stupidly, flapped its wings and looked up and down, and said, "Well... yes, very good! Although this body looks small, But I feel that I will be a super beauty when I grow up! Thinking about it carefully, I am a little excited! This hair color is cool enough, I like it! However, the breasts of this body are not as big as yours—— ouch!"

"Shut up." Hermione pinched it expressionlessly.

"You can't pinch your butt when pinching a bird... Hey, are you a weapon spirit?" Roast Chicken jumped to the other side, looked at Hogwarts, glanced around again, and nodded clearly: "It seems that you are this Is the spirit of this building already? It’s very good to be able to transform into one!”

Hogwarts nodded happily: "Hello! I am Hogwarts, the thousand-year castle. Nice to meet you!"

"Hello, hello! Hee hee, so you are only a thousand years old? So I am older than you..."

"Really? Then I will learn more from you in the future!"

"Hee hee, you're welcome..."

Hermione looked around the house.At this moment, she realized that she was actually in a green hexagonal secret room, with no windows or doors everywhere, and a thousand-year-old whale oil lamp burning on the wall, illuminating the statues of snakes entrenched on the wall.All the snakes flocked to the same direction. Finally, behind the heavy velvet curtain, the feathered snake with wings spread stood high above the clouds, with a cold and indifferent expression staring at the beings under its command, as if staring at itself.

In the center of the secret room, a huge hexagonal magic circle is depicted.She just glanced at it, and felt that the complexity of the magic circle was beyond imagination, and it was even more powerful than her current state.

Hermione frowned sharply: "Hogwarts, what happened just now?—Why am I here now?"

Just now with the body of a spirit body, he traveled to 60 years ago to reunite with Roasted Chicken and Fengming Sword, and realized the profound meaning of fire at a higher level on the edge of the cliff where the stormy waves hit the shore. If Jian and Phoenix were not by his side, it would be like a dream .

Hogwarts turned his head and said, "You suddenly fainted in the women's bathroom just now. I sent you here!"

Hermione asked suspiciously, "Why here?"

——Shouldn’t you send me to the medical wing under normal circumstances!

"I've checked, and there's nothing wrong with your body, even the magic is working as usual." Hogwarts explained, "Even if you send this situation to Madam Pomfrey, there's nothing you can do about it. People worry. You have done so much for me, I want to do something for you..."

"So you sent me here?" Hermione looked at the magic circle, and her doubts resurfaced: "What kind of place is this?"

The expression on Hogwarts' puppet-like face suddenly became a little smug: "Salazar said that if any students have a similar situation, send them here—this is a magic circle that makes people wish come true." !"

Hermione was startled: "Who? Salazar... Slytherin!"

——This is actually a secret room thousands of years ago? !

——In the magic circle thousands of years ago, the power of the law of time has actually lasted until now... I am afraid that the strength of the founder of the school would have been unfathomable thousands of years ago...

She suddenly raised her head and stared at the Feathered Serpent on the wall, only feeling that this place is even more unpredictable.

"That's right!" Hogwarts looked at her innocently, and said with a clear smile, "Hermione, you have fulfilled your own wish!"

Thousands of thoughts flowed through Hermione's mind, and finally pondered: "Has anyone used this magic circle before?"

"Of course! Salazar and Godric!" Castle continued to look at him with a smile.

"What? Is there the founder of Gryffindor?" Hermione was taken aback again.

"Of course. Salazar entered the circle first, and then disappeared. Godric went in to look for him, and then disappeared." Hogwarts said happily in a nostalgic tone, "then they went together came back."

"When did this happen?!" Hermione murmured, "Could it be... this is the truth about the departure of the founder of Slytherin..."

"A thousand years ago."

"Wait! Now that they're all back, why does history still record the disappearance of the founder of Slytherin? And the whereabouts of the founder of Gryffindor are also unknown—"

"Because they left together again." Hogwarts raised his head and spread his hands, "It's gone completely, they can't come back again. I'm still a little lonely."

Something flashed in Hermione's mind suddenly, and a large amount of information rolled in her mind-finally she said suddenly: "Wait... What do you mean you can't come back again? They shouldn't be dead Bar--"

"No," Hogwarts replied with a very old sigh, "they ascended, into the higher worlds. And Rowena and Helga. They can't stay here, You can only watch us from a higher place, guarding the sky at our four corners."

Hermione suddenly turned her head. On the wall and above the clouds, the Feathered Serpent looked coldly at the beings under her feet, as if answering silently.

For a moment, infinite threads of karma swirled through her mind, but she blurted out somehow: "Can you describe to me the appearance of the two founders?"

Hogwarts nodded and smiled, "Do you want to see it? Just right!"

The villain waved his hand, and the gesture was made by the puppet-sized man, which was extremely solemn.Suddenly, the feathered snake wall behind the velvet curtain suddenly turned away, and the stone door moved, revealing a portrait behind the wall.

It turned out to be a real portrait.Portraits of Muggles.There is only a magic spell to preserve the paint on it, and there is no magic fluctuation at all.

"Rowena got a very great Muggle painter to paint it at the time, and she said that magical portraits are not artistic—"

When the portrait from thousands of years ago was opened for the first time, it was as if the bright sunshine of the old days had been uncovered, and everything remained the same, with a little bit of afternoon emotion leaking from the canvas.

It was apparently under the big tree by the Black Lake at Hogwarts.The distant view is the Forbidden Forest, and the close view is the big trees, green lawns, and picnic cloths under the trees.From left to right, there are four young people. The man on the far left is the most mature, with black hair and green eyes, with his hands in the pockets of black pants; on the far right is a brown-haired man with a picnic basket, looking very reliable ; An elegant long-haired girl sat cross-legged on the picnic cloth in the middle, her eyes were like a sea of ​​stars. All the women Hermione had seen in her life were not as elegant as her.

--but……

——But when she saw the blond-haired blue-eyed man next to the black-haired man, she couldn't help crying out!

"He! It's him!—" Hermione pointed with her hand unconsciously, staring at the handsome man in the painting who was laughing loudly with a sunny face.

— Godric Gryffindor!This life's... Grandmaster!

——The handicapped sword-casting man I met in the Crouching Dragon Bamboo Forest was actually him!