HP Hermione's Phoenix

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Hermione's mind. Since she was reincarnated in this world, all kinds of experiences were reflected in her heart, as if they were all connected into a thread, and they became more and more clear...

She murmured: "It turns out that the founder of Gryffindor and the founder of Slytherin have such a relationship? Why are they rumored to be at odds?"

Hogwarts took it for granted: "They are at odds. They used to fight every day in school."

Hermione: "..."

Hogwarts continued: "But Salazar and Godric are still friends."

Hermione knew in her heart that if this was the case, she must be the ancestor of the Snake Academy when she encountered that mysterious and mysterious power in the secret realm that day?

——The four founders have all left and ascended to a higher plane...

——In this world, as expected, there is also the matter of ascension!

Just at this moment, the roast chicken suddenly let out a "huh" from the side, and called out: "This magic circle is really exquisite. It seems that my former master told me once before he ascended."

Hermione froze: "Have you seen it?"

Roasted Chicken squatted beside the hexagonal circle with a rare expression of thought: "Take the law of time as the line and obsession as the point to form the surface of chance... The law of time is already very complicated, not to mention that the core of the final structure is actually Chance and good luck. Most people in the world draw the power of chance and good fortune, but this formation can shape the power of chance and good fortune, turn the world around, and change fate against the sky. It's really unfathomable."

It paused, then smacked its lips again: "It's just that even if you can learn from it, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it out. There is also a faint trace of foreign talent in it, I can't tell, but anyway, neither you nor I... I heard that Nuwa, the quasi-sage of the Great Three Thousand Worlds, was born with a human face and a snake body, and she has this skill in her bloodline talent, called 'Returning to the Soul and Immortal Dream'."

Hermione couldn't help but look up again at the weird, entangled snake walls.When I come to this world by myself, the connection between this world and the original world will become more and more unpredictable...

She frowned, no longer tried to study the formation, but looked at the mysterious little black book.

Hermione already had calculations in her mind.He opened his mouth and asked, "Hogwarts... Before I fainted, I was holding this book, right? - Do you know what it is?"

She just asked, but Hogwarts nodded and said, "I know. This is Tom's diary, it's Tom."

"Tom?"

"Tom Riddle."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and something flashed by - she suddenly raised her head: "Wait... I seem to have seen this name somewhere -"

The memories of the monks are both distant and clear. The night of the duel between Harry and Draco, that stupid and stupid little friend, instantly appeared in front of her, with dumb hairs flying all over the sky, and silver trophies falling all over the floor...

"It's him!" Hermione slapped her leg, "The one who won the school's special contribution award?"

"That's right. Although this award...is very bad anyway." Hogwarts shook his head and said innocently, "He has done some other things in the future, and Albus doesn't agree with him very much, Amon Do regretted it later. When he grew up, he wanted to go back to school and teach, but Albus didn't agree, and I still felt lonely. Although he changed his name, he was still Tom."

"...What do you mean?" Hermione suddenly felt that she already knew the answer.

"Tomis Voldemort. He's become very bad now, you stepped on his face last year." Hogwarts gave her a sad look.

bang.Something rang in Hermione's heart...

At this time, the roast chicken walked to the side of the diary, flapped its wings and looked at it twice, and said, "Hey, does such an ordinary thing have a weapon spirit? No, this soul is obviously stuffed in the day after tomorrow. This is a Soul refining banner, but how did you make it so rough... where did you get it, master? Do you really want to change your career to become a cool ghost cultivator?"

She sat cross-legged beside the circle, staring at the diary.

"There's a part of Voldemort in it," she said coldly, declaratively.

Hogwarts nodded: "Yeah, I don't remember when he did it either. I don't remember many things in the past, sometimes chaotic, sometimes sleeping. But when this diary comes back, I know , Tom is back. I'm happy, but also sad."

Hogwarts' tone was surprisingly calm, as if he had seen through the world, but also had an unimaginable sense of warmth.

Roasted Chicken has raised his foot and kicked lightly at the diary: "Hey! Qi Ling—ah no, it looks like a ghost cultivator? Come out, come out!"

The diary didn't move, and fell into a long silence.

Hogwarts' expression immediately became even sadder: "Ah... Tom, you're back, don't you want to come out and see me?"

Hermione stood up abruptly, she was still a little out of strength, but supported the ground with the Fengming Sword—stretching out her hand to copy the diary, she walked decisively to the center of the six-star magic circle: "Roast chicken, keep up! "

"Okay! Are you going to enter another secret realm again? Master, you must pick me up this time—"

"Wait, where are you going?" Hogwarts asked in surprise.

"I have something to prove." Without turning her head, she walked into the radiant formation without hesitation, with a Fengming sword in her left hand and a diary in her right, and a big yellow chicken on her back.

The world is turned upside down and the world is turned around.

Darkness, everywhere you look, there is boundless darkness.

Hermione stood up straight suddenly, suddenly realizing that this was the Forbidden Forest.Between the sky and the earth, there are no stars and no moon, and the wind blows through the deep forest, and there are sounds of different density.

She found out that this is the Forbidden Forest, not only because of the feeling of the plants, but also because of the sound of horseshoes coming from all around.

——"The Disruptor of Destiny! You have come here!"

— “Mars is extraordinarily bright tonight.”

An unusually familiar voice rang in her ears, and immediately she was surrounded by horsemen again.

This feeling is so familiar, even the second time they surrounded him in exactly the same direction - do you often do this kind of thing?No no, in terms of time, this is the first time they have surrounded themselves.

Hermione couldn't help laughing.

Roasted Chicken jumped on her shoulder and laughed loudly: "Wow, there are so many horse people! What kind of demon cultivator is this? Why did it transform into shape after only half of the cultivation? It's so ugly."

"you--!"

The centaurs hoofed quickly and furiously.

"Please leave this place quickly, Disruptor of Destiny!" Another strange centaur said, "Terrible things have happened in the school, and your arrival will make the situation worse."

It's still the same as before, talking to yourself, talking to each other.

Hermione smiled and shook her head.

She glanced at them calmly, and finally looked at Bain's face that was younger than a few years later, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and raised a finger coldly: "First, you— many years Afterwards, I will be so angry that I vomit blood."

Bane bared his teeth and let out a growl.

"Second." She raised her second finger and said calmly: "The rewards of the emperor, the matter of loyalty to the emperor, most of you can't defend Hogwarts, you are just a bunch of trash. "

The horsemen quickly became uproarious.

"Third," she said aloud, unable to wait for them to explode, "again, maybe this is the first time you've heard—you deserve to talk about Destiny? Go away!"

Majestic true energy burst out from her body in an instant, the supreme spiritual pressure came surging, the Fengming sword swung out with a flash of brilliance, and the sharp golden sword energy slashed down without hesitation!

That sword intent was indestructible and unstoppable, she didn't even seem to be swinging a sword, but dancing in her own domain...

In a moment, the horse people dispersed completely.At this moment, as if guided by chance, the bright moon above the head slipped out of the clouds, illuminating the deserted end of the path.

Beside the clear and cold bushes, a boy with black hair and black eyes was talking to a silver-red ring snake. The voice did not sound like a human voice. It was frightening to say, but others could not hear his depression at all: "... Yes, Hai Erbo was very angry. He went back to the secret room and didn't want to see me again."

The silver-red ring snake sighed: "Isn't it? That autistic snake! Is he planning to escape everything and go back to sleep for decades? I know that snakes raised by glamorous and noble people have a bad temper..."

The young man bit his lower lip tightly, grabbed his little ankle tightly, and murmured: "It's me...it can't hurt the student, but now the student died because of it. No...that girl is because of me—"

He suddenly realized something and stopped talking.

The moon came out from among the clouds, and the cool light shone so brightly that the path in the Forbidden Forest was completely white.Under the white moonlight, there was a female sword fairy with a long sword in her hand, a chirping big yellow chicken, with ethereal white clothes, eyelashes reflected in the long shadows, and a face full of deep compassion.

It is clear that the time and location of the day are different, but he suddenly feels that he has returned to the cliff in Little Hangleton when he was a child.For ten years, nothing has changed.

——"I don't want to be a wizard anymore, I want to be a monk!" He heard his own voice say.

——"But you are a disciple of Merlin's sect, this cannot be changed." She knelt down and coaxed herself.

——"What is doomed... can't be changed? I don't want to accept my fate either!"

——"If you become a great wizard in the future, you can also do what you want..."

Countless turbulent emotions flowed hotly from the young man's thin chest, those born from the extremely cold cellar, the blood of the Feathered Serpent...

He squeezed his injured ankle tightly, and couldn't help but want to ask countless questions, such as why did he look at me like that?With such pitiful, complicated eyes... Do the descendants of Slytherin need sympathy?No - of course Slytherin didn't, but Tom, who had nothing, did?But in the end, no one came to save me...

Want to be a great wizard? ——After the secret room was opened, something in my heart had completely collapsed, and everything was irreparable.

But in the end, he looked there for a long time with the corners of his mouth trembling, as if looking at an unreachable dream... Finally, he just wanted to say:

—Why haven't you changed at all?

——It has been ten years, and in a few more decades, I will grow old and die, ashes to ashes, dust to dust... A wizard, you really can only cultivate in this life!

There is no cold or heat in the fairy bones of Zhijun, and the reunion of thousands of years is just like the evening...

Infinite and deep sorrow and unwillingness, flooded up from the young man's slender heart.But he saw that she just walked over lightly, waved her hand, did not know what kind of formula was used, a white light flashed across, and the place on his little ankle that was scratched by the claw of the eight-eyed spider unexpectedly healed.

"Not bad!" Roasted Chicken jumped up with a grin, "Master, your qi therapy skills have improved again! In the future, you can kill people and set fires, or rob houses, and you can add blood at any time! No pressure!"

Hermione remained silent, watching the spirit of good fortune rise faintly in the void, and once again, it slowly landed on her body like when she was treating Snape that day;

She sighed invisibly, and looked at the little boy on the edge of the cliff with complicated eyes.She had guessed everything in her mind, but she still asked him softly, "Are you a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?"

Tom slowly suppressed the surging unwillingness in his chest, and nodded slowly.

"That's right, that's how it is..." She unconsciously raised her head to look at the sky where the bright moon hung high in the forest, and asked again: "Then how old are you now?"

"...Sixteen," he heard himself say.

"Is it sixteen? That's right, counting the time, it's about this time—"

She stopped short.At this moment, all the complex emotions of the previous life and the future life are added together, and it is not as unspeakable as it is today.

The devil of the future world was sitting in front of him, still biting his lip, with a stubborn look, and his fighting strength was only five.If you kill him now, there will be no future behind...

But by chance, a faint obsession with the question of longevity has grown in him—a true monk's thought!

This young devil king is a pure disciple of Meilin, how could he have the idea of ​​a monk? !This idea, of course, was planted by myself!

——This is a karma created by myself!

——Finally understand why when I was in the first grade, every time I ran into the demon possessing Quirrell, I always felt that there was a familiar idea in him... It turns out that the root is in me!

Hermione couldn't help feeling a headache: Salazar Slytherin is indeed the patriarch who has ascended to the upper world!This move against the sky to change fate and turn the world around is a good plan!

Maybe I was reincarnated in this world inexplicably, and it is not unrelated to the various schemes of the people in the upper world!

The cause and condition created by oneself must be untied by oneself.Hermione looked at him with a complicated expression, and said again: "You—"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A huge spider suddenly jumped out from the side of the forest, waving its poisonous pincers, as fast as lightning——

- Swish!

Hermione was faster than it, and the sword's heart and sword intent had already moved according to instinct. She blocked it with a sword, and the eight-eyed spider was bounced heavily to the side, falling to the ground and struggling endlessly.

——It is said to be a big spider, but it is actually more than ten times smaller than it is 50 years later.

Rooster looked at it with great interest, and nodded: "This spider is still young, but it will be interesting when it grows up. Let's catch it and sell it? It can sell a hundred spirit stones to the Beast Control Gate. Maybe if they agree, they can give me a bag of Youyou Zihuang Bamboo Shoot Tips, or Jade Emperor Wutong Seeds, short oil, I’m a little excited when I think about it—"

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched: "You just know how to eat..."

"No way, the other half of your life is delicious food! Since you are going to cross the catastrophe, I haven't had a good meal for a long time——"

At this moment, the eight-eyed spider actually uttered words, with a bitter and unwilling tone: "Aragok... Aragog will not let you go! Hagrid! You killed Hagrid!"

Roasted Chicken was stunned for a moment, flapped its wings and nodded: "Oh? You already have spiritual intelligence? Maybe you still have supernatural powers, if not, I will wash your marrow before selling it-it seems that my evaluation needs to be changed, you A spirit beast of this level can be sold for [-] spirit stones, although according to my aesthetics, you are just an ordinary level with a negative score, but it does not rule out that some heavy-duty summoners like it..."

But Hermione saw Tom pick up his wand and stand up from the bushes.

His voice carried an inherent sense of nobility and darkness, as well as a sadness that he couldn't even imagine: "You're right, I blamed Hagrid...but it has nothing to do with you!"

He yelled sharply, his tone close to collapse: "Dangerous creatures like you have neither signed a contract with the castle, nor can you control your killing instinct! You can't live in a school at all! With you, the tragedy will definitely happen." Repeat it again, you live to bring only crime and shame to every one of your descendants—"

He didn't know whether he was yelling at himself or at the spider.Countless fates were intertwined in front of him, but he didn't have time to speak.Hermione held his hand, but she couldn't break free with that strength.

"That's enough." Hermione stared at him through the cold moonlight and the shadows of the trees, and said softly, "You don't do it anymore...you're only 16 years old."

He felt a sudden pain in his heart when he was said in this tone.No one had ever said that to him before.Mother, father, siblings, friends.All these roles are absent in his life.

She walked forward slowly, her long sword radiant like a rainbow, and said slowly: "Since the destiny I messed up is originally a part of destiny, let me put it back..."

After a few strikes, the eight-eyed spider howled in pain and rolled over.Its eight eyes were all crippled, and it could only feel that a strange brilliance appeared around it again, and Hermione's voice gradually faded away:

"It is true that you cannot control your killing instinct, which is a serious problem for students. Even if you are sent to other forests in this world, you may be killed. The Forbidden Forest is safer. Hagrid will take care of you for the rest of your life...you Blame it, blame Salazar Slytherin's destiny—yet, you really can't go out. I will seal you here for 50 years, and after 50 years, you will find me to avenge it."

— 50 years?

——This time is 50 years?How many 50 years can a life have?

Tom stepped forward suddenly, looked at the high moon that had disappeared behind the clouds again, looked at the woodland that became empty again, and clenched his fists suddenly—the unwillingness and obsession in his heart boiled even more intensely stand up!

50 years later.

Holding the diary, the roast chicken and the Fengming Sword, Hermione walked out of the formation somewhat exhausted.

The sealing secret technique is not too tiring, but just tiring.Feeling her emotions, Feng Mingjian let out a faint cry.

The Hogwarts villain still stayed by and asked with concern: "How about Hermione? Did your wish come true?"

Hermione sighed slightly.

On the contrary, the roast chicken rolled happily on the ground: "Oh, I'm so exhausted. I went here and there, but I didn't catch any delicious food."

Hogwarts nodded and said sincerely: "Is that so? What do you like to eat? I'll let our house elf cook it for you."

"Really? Really? Do you have Youyou Zihuang Bamboo Shoot Tips or Jade Emperor Wutong Seeds—oh wait..."

The dumb-headed big yellow chicken suddenly turned its head and looked at Hermione jumping up. His tone was excited and his wings fluttered fast: "Hey, hey, master! Where did you find this thing! The lotus heart of the Nirvana Red Lotus! It’s something that only exists in the Eight Cold Hells. You can’t buy it with a lot of spirit crystals. As the saying goes, I would like to get someone with one heart and a black lotus heart for me—Master, you are so considerate! You actually found such a high-quality thing! If you give it to me Yes, I guarantee that I will not be hungry for 100 years... Hey, hey, hey!"

But Hermione didn't listen to it at all, and suddenly clenched the lotus heart in her hand.

"So that's how it is... So that's what you meant by giving me this lotus heart..." Slowly, her expression became a little enlightened and sad.

"What are you talking about, master, so it's not for me to eat! It's too cruel and unreasonable to make trouble! Can you bear it? Can you bear it!"

"...That's right..." She said slowly, "This is the karma I planted, and it should be resolved by me...Come out!"

She held the diary tightly with one hand, summoned her spiritual power and shouted: "I know you've been staying inside and listening... come out! After 50 years, don't you dare to see me?!"

After the words were finished, as if the general had succeeded, under the stunned eyes of Hogwarts and Roast Chicken, a shadow with a melancholy aura began to appear faintly above the black leather book.