HP Hermione's Phoenix

Hermione couldn't help being slightly surprised, "So fast,"

The little boy looked at her quietly.He wrapped himself tightly with the whole bathrobe, only a small section of white and tender head was exposed, and the depraved, cold and pure fragrance of red lotus faintly exuded from his body.

Every time she sees him, Hermione will realize from the bottom of her heart that this is what she planted.

Every time I think about it like this, there will be an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and resistance in my heart.

Roasted Chicken laughed beside him, "Of course, I've seen it all, hee hee... As expected... As expected, hahaha,"

Hermione ignored the upside-down roast chicken and raised her eyebrows, "That's it. Then what do you think?"

The black-haired boy was taken aback.He shook his head slowly.

"No idea?" Hermione knelt down and looked him in the eye. "Speaking of which, you really aren't obsessed at all!"

"Of course..." Roast Chicken became quiet, and he couldn't help murmuring twice: "Hey... I'm not addicted anymore after playing like this. You said that those Muggle children are crazy about this, is it reliable? ?”

Hermione looked at him and said, "Slap me in front of me."

Tom picked up the handheld and sat down.The room became very quiet, only the sound of the game console starting up, the snapping of buttons, and Didi's electronic soundtrack.

But among all these voices, he could still hear other voices.He heard Hermione sit softly behind him, watching him play the game.The sound of breathing and pulse rises and falls at the same time, and there is a distant, never-before-seen distant breath in the air.

He didn't turn his head at all, his hands were flying fast.But within a few minutes, the character slashed down the ultimate boss, and finally he put down the handheld and whispered: "That's it."

Hermione couldn't help but look at it differently: "So fast?"

She was taken aback for a moment, feeling bad—I thought this kind of game was quite difficult, but I didn't expect him to play it so smoothly, not to mention that he had never touched this kind of thing in his previous life—could it be that little wizards are better than Muggle children? Want quick eyesight, quick hands, sharp ears and eyesight?This is bad, I am afraid that my plan to modify and port the handheld game to the wizard network platform will fail...

Tom's eyes were lowered, and the deep eyelashes fluttered up and down, and it was impossible to tell what was going on in his mind.

"Uh..." Looking at him, Hermione couldn't help sighing: "Those Muggle kids are obsessed with this thing, but you cracked it so easily... Could it be that there is no market for this thing in the wizarding world? "

Hearing this, Tom looked up at her, and said slowly, "...it won't be like that."

"Oh?"

"Make the program and levels more complicated," the black-haired boy gestured, "Don't limit yourself to fire, water, and jumping. The monsters in the levels can also be filled with magical creatures of different levels according to wizards of different levels. Calculated by a machine, a professional wizard should be arranged to score..."

"...What are you talking about?" Hermione blushed slightly.

Looking at her with black eyes, he hesitated but said without hesitation: "The exam level of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. My... former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher almost arranged it like this."

Suddenly, the roast chicken burst into earth-shattering laughter.

"Hahahahaha!!! Master, he is so serious and cute!"

Hermione blushed, "Uh... you take this as a trial...?"

The black-haired boy looked at her hesitantly...

Roasted Chicken continued to laugh: "I mean! At first he took the handheld device and released magic power desperately, trying to use magic power to control the characters in the program, but later found that it couldn't work, and switched to using magic power to control the buttons... Hahahahaha!!!"

Hermione couldn't help pulling him to sit down, and said sincerely: "This is just a game. I let you play, not let you try."

Tom: "..."

Hermione: "It's a game for kids. Lots of grown-ups enjoyed it too."

Tom: "..."

Hermione: "You're young—no matter how old you are, your body is still under 16—don't think about it so complicated, okay? Enjoy the fun of being a child once in a while!"

After she finished speaking, she looked at the corners of those deep black eyes, drooping.

Then the thin red lips drooped down.

The lotus-colored face was still radiant, but it was tainted with a gloomy aura.He stood up slowly, said politely: "I see." Then he opened his legs, walked slowly back to the box, opened the box lid, went in and closed himself.

Hermione: "..."

Roast Chicken glanced at her, tilted his head and hahaha a few times.

Hermione couldn't help frowning, and she had the thought of slapping the table in her heart: "What are you doing!"

——The polite, elegant, gorgeous and dark words just now seemed to have an innate sense of nobility and alienation, and immediately reminded her of the meeting with herself in the secret place that day, and she refused to do anything The real Salazar Slytherin.

- Disgusting!

——Snake’s mind is really hard to guess...

At the same time, Hermione couldn't help feeling once again that the image of Tom Riddle, or Voldemort, the biggest devil in the plane, had always been divided and changed in front of her... When she was a child, she was a person who made people feel sympathetic. A child with a sense of emotion, and later with the obsession of a monk, and then a crazy demon... Now that this soul fragment has been resurrected, it is even more elusive.

Hermione had to admit that she had indeed planted a more complicated thing than imagined...

a day later.

Hermione got off the plane, carrying an empty suitcase in the hot Hong Kong, followed by a person and a chicken.

A man in uniform at the airport suddenly took a look at her, and spoke in English with a Cantonese accent, a little cursing: "Miss, chickens are not allowed to enter the country, now you don't know about bird flu?"

Tom's expression changed, and he clenched his wand in his pocket.But Hermione was faster than him, and cast a confusion spell casually. The other party's eyes flickered, and he immediately switched to disdainful Cantonese: "Tch! British girl! You only got 1997 arrogantly..."

Walking out of the airport, Hermione patted the black-haired boy on the shoulder and said softly, "You relax."

Tom was silent.

"I now know that you may have psychological shadows from childhood." She said patiently, "Psychological shadows are difficult to overcome, but you have to find a way to overcome them. Don't always have a nervous expression. Don't resist contact with the Muggle crowd —they're human beings just like us."

Tom looked at her stubbornly and sadly with those talking eyes.

——I should obviously accuse him of not being aroused by a word from the Muggle staff... Do you know the historical reason behind this sentence from Cantonese?If I didn't stop you, if you were still Voldemort, would you kill him right away?

—But she couldn't say anything.Seeing those self-enclosed eyes desperately screaming for something, looking at the face that she put together and the obsession she planted herself, she couldn't bear to reprimand him a word.

She couldn't help but support her forehead and said: "Calm down, relax. Don't act like you have a bomb in your arms. The airport staff will be suspicious when they see you like this...Okay, okay, it's all about the chicken." .”

The roast chicken grumbled, and continued to look at them coldly without speaking.

Tom finally got bored for a long time before he spoke: "Where are we going?"

Hermione could not help but smile: "Go eat siu mai."

Tom thought she was joking. Fifty years ago, he didn't even know what siu mai was, let alone fly thousands of miles to other countries to eat something.

But when Hermione took the roast chicken and took him all the way to a certain station, he stopped and entered a chain fast food restaurant, humming an unknown song, and handed him a stack of colored papers to the front desk.

"Eat it!" Hermione came over with two oversized trays, and said with a smile, "I used up all my coupons! It's a bargain!"

Tom looked silently at the contents of the tray.The food exuded a strange aroma, and he recognized nothing but dumplings...

"You should eat more," said Hermione in a matter-of-fact tone, "there's nothing good in Britain."

The roasted chicken was sitting on the table, happily drinking milk tea with stockings through a straw: "Where shall we go later?"

"I've already planned the itinerary. I'll go straight to Central later, buy some gifts, then take two stops to Wan Chai, drink milk tea while walking to Causeway Bay, then eat fish balls - then go to Temple Street in the evening, Zhonghua Bookstore It's still there, I can buy a few more books to take back..."

The roast chicken was very excited: "Good! You told me that the desserts in Causeway Bay are very famous!"

Tom chewed the siu mai slowly, and couldn't help feeling a little suspicious... She really came to travel?No other purpose?

The black-haired boy had this question in his heart, and he couldn't let it go until he walked from south to north, and walked around half of the district. His stomach was stuffed with rice rolls, fish eggs, egg tarts, Hong Kong-style milk tea... I was accosted once by a weird Muggle with a camera hanging on his chest, and asked them in Asian English if they were interested in being a model, but Hermione refused.

——She actually came to travel!

The little devil king who was about to eat didn't know what expression to put on at this time...

"By the way, are you interested in Chinese?" Hermione asked him, "Are you going to learn it?"

He instinctively resisted shaking his head.What he thought in his heart was that you definitely don't want to teach me... In this life, I don't plan to learn anything...

Hermione nodded: "Oh, then buy a translation—"

After countless big purchases, Tom felt like he was walking back to the hotel in a daze, dry all over...

As soon as he entered the door, he took the initiative to open the box and jumped in by himself——

"Wait." Hermione suddenly propped up the lid of the box, "Don't close it."

Tom was soaked in the water, dripping all over, and felt that his mind was clearer.

——Don’t turn it off?What does it mean?He couldn't help but think to himself.

——Is it not self-conscious enough to dislike yourself?

"Do you read comics?" Hermione threw down a book she just bought and said, "Hong Kong comics are very interesting... Although you can't understand Chinese, you can look at the pictures."

He took the "Teddy Boy" in the cold spring, and then, suddenly, he felt that the entire crystal coffin was lifted out of the dark box.

"The deluxe suite is huge, so you don't need to sleep in a box every day." Hermione looked at him and said, "It's brighter for reading outside."

Roasted Chicken immediately came over enthusiastically: "Aww! It is said that this comic is super famous! I want to read it, I want to read it too!"

In the spacious hall of the suite, Hermione was fiddling with a pile of Chinese newspapers.After a long time, she stood up gently, turned around and looked at the radiant night of Hong Kong Island outside.The huge black glass reflects her face, as well as the prosperity and loneliness of the entire Hong Kong Island.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of water, and Tom dropped the cartoon suddenly, and stood up from the cold spring with a bang.

The cold spring was splashed on the ground, and the bone-piercing chill corroded the ground slightly, emitting wisps of invisible white steam—but at this moment, no one could care about it. On the small body, it was angry and wronged and said loudly:

"What on earth do you want!!! Just tell me!!!"

Hermione was taken aback.

Water droplets continuously flowed from his hair to his eyelashes, and then slid down from the corners of his eyes, his thin and small chest heaved and fell:

"I'm already like this, you can kill or cut whatever you want! It's not that I don't know what I have done, and what my main soul has done! You, you, the whole world will not let me go!!! I'm free!!!—"

"—Didn't you say that you don't care about me? Didn't you say that I have nothing to do with you after resurrection?! Now what do you think!—"

As soon as he said that, he suddenly felt a little regretful, because he obviously didn't think so in his heart.But……

But why do you suddenly want to take care of me like this?Obviously, everyone in the world should hate me, and so should you...

He suddenly closed his eyes, and with a heartbroken heart, he said with determination: "After all, why did you resurrect me? You didn't plan to take care of me back then, why are you taking care of me now!..."

Hermione looked at him for a long time with a complicated expression.Seeing Didi Hanquan clinging to his waist, gradually draining away... Seeing him stubbornly turning his head, unwilling and afraid to look this way.

Roast Chicken was stunned, and couldn't help but mutter twice out of thin air—but at this moment Hermione finally spoke.

In the silent room, she only said three words:

"You're like a child at last."

"You are finally willing to speak out. Although you are resurrected, you still blame me-all your obsessions are because of me. Yes, so far, I still can't take you to become a monk, and I can't make you go to eternal life The way. Originally, when I reshaped my physical body for you and reincarnated as a human... the karma between me and you is over."

"I also—really don't plan to care about you anymore."

The author has something to say: "TeddyBoy" is the very famous "Young and Dangerous", a masterpiece of Hong Kong comics, serialized in 1992, and Hermione only bought a few copies~

Although Hong Kong Island is flourishing and prosperous, and the flower-like family is beautiful, the little devil is not satisfied~(≧▽≦)/~