HP Hermione's Phoenix

"That's right. Me too, I really don't plan to care about you anymore."

After finishing these words, the black-haired young boy felt his heart sink suddenly, and he sank into the bottomless place in an instant, and he became unconscious again.

Although she already had a premonition in her heart, when she really blurted it out, she was still as if struck by lightning, and all her thoughts were unpleasant.

Hermione couldn't help but sighed again as she looked at his blank look.There was also a thousand thoughts in her heart, but in the end there was only determination, to completely end the cause and effect of this experience,

"I brought you to the east, originally for this purpose... lingering here, just to say goodbye in the future. That's all... originally you were... not a child. Since you asked so, let's go."

Tom heard a mouthful of grief and indignation: Why do you need to coax me?Why take the child's request to ask me?You clearly know that what I want is not these...

But Hermione beckoned, and he felt that he was immersed in the cold spring again, the crystal coffin was locked in the box, and there was bottomless darkness around him.

When I opened my eyes again, everything was different from when I was in Hong Kong.

The moon is sparse and the stars are pale, the birds are singing and the mountains are quiet, and the sky is only slightly bright.And Hermione had a lot of dew on her hair, and looked at him expressionlessly: "Follow me."

He followed her on the mountain road, surrounded by quiet green bamboos reaching into the sky.He was originally a lotus sculpture, so he should feel very close in this environment—however, he looked up at Hermione's back, knowing that she had been on the road all night, and he couldn't help feeling a little resentful in his heart.

——Are you in such a hurry to deal with me? ...

——Running all the way here, what will you do with yourself?He was thinking wildly. When he was a teenager, he heard that there was a mysterious altar to seal the demon god in the dense forest of Romania. Maybe there is some mysterious magic in China, which can summon the main soul at once, and then seal it all by himself. the...

"Aw!—" a small voice called out beside him.

The black-haired boy turned his head to look, and couldn't help being a little dazed.He did recognize this thing. It was in the picture book of the orphanage when he was a child, and it was put together with words such as [a] and [dumplings]. It was not a magical creature, but Muggles seemed to be extremely rare...

Monokuma looked at him innocently, eyes drooping.This one was very small, so small that it looked like it had just been born—so compared to the big pandas, it was actually quite dexterous.

Hermione squatted down, looked at the panda patiently, picked off a tender bamboo shoot, and handed it to eat.

Tom looked at the way it was eating, and felt a sense of hatred for no reason.It was the most unsuspecting and nothing to worry about eating in this world.Birth is happiness. When you smile, someone will shout how cute you are. Food, drink, and play are all delivered to you. You don’t need to fight for anything. You don’t need to fight for anything. I don't know what depression is—it's the exact opposite of my own existence.

He knew that it was very unreasonable for him to suddenly hate a beast, not to mention that this kind of creature was about to become extinct.

But now he has a feeling of self-loathing from the bottom of his heart, he just feels that the whole world has abandoned him, and the only hope in his life has been verified by the fate of the main soul, which is just despair...

— But isn’t that the case?

——Mom, why did you give birth to me?Your life is despair, why should you leave the only despair to me who knows nothing?

He stumbled and followed Hermione and the panda in a daze, and suddenly there was a small valley behind the faint bamboo forest.

The valley was formed naturally, but there seemed to be traces of artificial carving.The mountain depression is tightly surrounded on all sides, and there is only one exit left; in the middle of the valley, there is a cold pool quietly, lonely and deserted, surrounded by secluded bamboos, it is extremely clear.

Tom came here in a daze, and felt that the artistic conception was extremely sad. It was obviously not suitable for the world to live for a long time, but it faintly matched his own state of mind, which made his manic, worried and angry mood calm down.

Hermione stood there quietly, unaffected by the sad and profound artistic conception, but raised her eyebrows slightly.

——Are... not here?

——I had already had a premonition that it was unlikely that that guy was still around after so long... In the end, he really wasn't there!

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself that I knew about it. I resurrected the child as promised, but you didn't come to accept it. This is a plan...

She jumped forward and carefully looked at the scratches and marks on the wall.Godric has been forging swords here for a long time, and the scratches of each trial sword are extremely powerful, as if they hold the power of the sun god; however, every sword slot where the sword has been inserted clearly reveals the sword-making technique of the ancestor The fact that it was still too cruel to look directly at... Hermione couldn't help but sneer.

Tom stood there dumbfounded, gazing into the cold pool that seemed to be forever still.However, at this moment, the water in the pool moved, but she was seen walking across the deep pool and wading away.The sound of water rushing, the sad and lonely atmosphere was broken.

——What a mess to my heart!

The black-haired boy stood on the side of the pool, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Hermione looked carefully at the stone wall in front of her, and there was a line of characters engraved crookedly, which was actually Chinese characters, and it was obvious at a glance that they were copied, and the handwriting was so hand-worn that it made people anxious:

"——If you travel with the red pine, you will brush off your clothes after success. Different people and different books are not easy to pay for creation."

Looking further down, there are a few other lines of characters, but they have all been scratched out. Some strokes can be clearly seen from the leaked marks as letters. Obviously, the owner thought about it for a long time when engraving the characters, and then only Leave such a message.

With such a crooked line of poetry with unclear meaning, Hermione seemed to be able to see the face of the blond boy who was complacent and intoxicated by the patriarch: "How is it? I copied it well! The charming East!"

Hermione snorted inwardly.

She turned her head, jumped lightly, waded back again, and stood in front of Tom.

The black-haired boy remained silent, looking up at her deeply.

"I've changed my mind." She said blankly, "I guess you guessed it—I was entrusted to revive you, and I planned to return you back, but you still have other opportunities, but I can't at this time. I plan to continue to take you with me, what are your future plans?"

Tom was taken aback for a moment, and his heart was even more at a loss. He couldn't help but muttered: "I... have no plans."

Hermione raised her eyebrows: "Nothing? You are different now, so you can just say it."

Tom shook his head slowly.

However, at this moment, the roast chicken suddenly flew out of Hermione's pocket, and yawned for a long time—"Ah, master, are you here? Wait, let me go! What is this place!!!"

The flying little yellow chicken woke up suddenly, and shouted excitedly around Youlin:

"Bamboo forest! No—bamboo sea! There is also the breath of the third-grade Ziyun Xiangfei Bamboo! Such a strong aura of heaven and earth! Master, have you finally awakened! Are you finally going to do something decent for me! Aww!——That’s it It's done! Master, please quickly build a small building here, we will retreat for 300 years, and then resolutely hit the stage of transforming gods, it's all right!..."

Apart from asking him not to run around, Hermione basically didn't care about him.

She threw Tom a pill—he later found out it was a bigu pill—and after taking it, she didn't feel hungry every day, so she didn't have anything to do.

Every day when the sun rose, he crawled out wet from the cold spring, crawled out of the dark suitcase, and sat in the glen until noon before the water on his body evaporated.At this time, he was watching Hermione wielding the shining sword, sometimes walking through the forest, sometimes climbing to the top of the bamboo sea, standing on a bamboo tip with only his toes, the wind whizzed past, and the brown figure stood still. not moving, thoughtful;

Every day when the sun went down, I saw Hermione come back with a sword in hand, nailed two nails on both sides of the mountain, and tied a soft rope of unknown material between them, and then she was able to sit and meditate while hanging on the rope.He consciously went back into the box, seeing darkness in front of him...

Every day, Roasted Chicken sits happily on top of the panda, directing those clumsy black and white bears to run around, and never stops chewing;

Every day, he stared at the cold spring and the bamboo forest that he was tired of looking at, and couldn't get any more energy in his heart.As if looking at it like this, it doesn't matter if you see that the world is old.

Until Hermione suddenly said to him: "If you keep looking at it like this, you will become the Plato of Britain. Are you going to change your career to become a philosopher?"

When he turned his head, Hermione had put away the sword light all over her body at some point, and her aura became softer unconsciously, but he knew that her sword skills should have improved again.

She shook a pack of large envelopes in her hand, waved a fire beside her, and handed it to him.

Tom came back to his senses after being in a daze for a long time, only to find that there was a huge owl standing around him at some point, stronger than all the owls he had ever seen, but even such a strong owl was trembling now , drenched, squatting by the fire while Hermione fed it...

"It's not easy." Hermione sighed slowly, "It actually flew across the Eurasian continent...It must have rained in the northwest just now."

He looked down and saw the familiar Hogwarts logo on the envelope, on which it was clearly written: "Tom Riddle from Xiaoshitan in the southwestern valley of Wolong Bamboo Sea, Sichuan, China."

The black-haired boy's heart trembled like a deep pool...

This is actually...

--Admission Notice!

He read it over and over again.The book list is still the same as it was 50 years ago, nothing has changed.The column signed by the headmaster became Dumbledore.In addition, the requirements for the type of crucible in the potion class have become stricter——

Hogwarts!Hogwarts!In the past and present, the blue sky and the yellow spring, the only Hogwarts who forgives himself forever...

After all the things I have done, Hogwarts still opened the door to me...

The hand he was pinching the letter trembled suddenly, and suddenly his heart felt hot, and he felt that tears were about to fall——Tom Riddle couldn't cry, maybe it was because his body contained too much water.He turned his face abruptly, and forced back the tear that exuded the breath of cold spring.

Hermione said slowly: "It seems that I guessed right... Your body is judged to be eleven or twelve years old by default. Of course you are a little wizard, so you have also received the admission notice... Well, you have to go back and read it again." book?"

Tom murmured, "Can I go back again?"

Seeing him like this, Hermione couldn't help but soften her heart, and said softly: "Since you have been resurrected, this is a second chance. If you make up your mind, you will be different today, and you will naturally have new opportunities Cause and effect, follow different principles—of course, you must really be willing to reform and start over."

She turned a corner in this sentence, and when she spoke later, her tone couldn't help being a little harsh.

This is the first time she has spoken out clearly and persuaded him not to follow the evil path again - she actually felt embarrassed before, but it was all because of herself, so what position does she have to be his life mentor?

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy raised his head, rubbed his eyes violently, and opened his eyes with a trace of determination: "I regret it! I swear! I will never... be like the past!"

After speaking, his tone trembled, with low ecstasy and sadness.

Hermione sighed, she was still a child after all.

There was also a trance in her heart, the lotus root that she spelled out finally had some purpose, and she was no longer so muddled...

She stood up and said, "In that case, let's go back."

Tom felt something keenly: "You...don't plan to go back to school?"

Hermione said nonchalantly, "If I continue to be a student at Hogwarts, there really isn't much room for improvement."

She has already condensed the Nascent Soul, and if she wants to be promoted in the next step, she must retreat for hundreds of years.If you don’t want to retreat, you have to make a lot of merit—the savior has gradually grown up, and the mission of protecting him should be completed and retired. Maybe the next step is to leave the school and travel the world...

Tom bit his lip and said slowly: "Then you now..."

She replied: "Since you are going back to school, I will definitely take you with me. Then I will naturally go back to the third grade."

The young dark-haired boy watched the flames illuminate her face.There was still that thoughtful expression on her face, and that kind of light vaguely reminded people of the sound of the waves on the cliff by the sea 60 years ago.

Hearing this, a painful and trance-like sweetness flashed through his heart.Although she knew that she was actually trying to suppress herself... Otherwise, what would she do if she, the former devil, destroyed the school again?

But at this moment, he is not as self-absorbed as when he first came here, and his loneliness and obsession seem to be close to perfection, and the philosopher-like meditation by the small rock pool has also calmed his mind a lot—at this moment, he only feels that it is good to be resurrected.

"However..." She looked down at the notice and pondered, "It still shows your real name."

Tom's heart sank: "Yes..."

"Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall remember your real name, don't they?" Hermione looked at him and said, "They don't know that you have the chance to come back from the dead, so it may be inconvenient to see you when the time comes."

He pursed his lips, and said decisively, "I've wanted to change my name a long time ago, it doesn't matter what it's called, I just don't want to be called this."

"Oh?" Hermione remembered that he called himself Voldemort, this slightly obscene name, which made people feel a toothache. Tom is too common and simple, too easy to hit, but Voldemort is a name reminiscent of the Great Demon King of Roshan and the Patriarch of Jinfengyulu, okay?If you don't die, you won't die. Calling this name is like shouting "I am the ultimate boss, come and kill me to upgrade"!

"Tom Riddle is my father's name." The black-haired boy fell into gloom, and Hermione saw a burst of black low air pressure rising out of nowhere behind him: "My mother died when I was born, and she was always in the house before she died." Calling this name... huh... The person who helped her deliver the baby thought she named me after it, but now that I think about it, she was just calling my father. She kept calling, and never got an answer, even her son Died without looking at it..."

As he spoke, his tone was tainted with a strong color of self-loathing.But after waiting for a long time without answering, when he looked up again, he found Hermione was waving desperately behind him for some reason, as if to disperse something...

"Okay, don't think about it anymore." Hermione smiled at him with her head down, and said lightly, "Who isn't a little sad? — Let's not talk about this, I'll help you go to school with a slightly different name and identity, don't you have any objections? "

hours later.

Tom stood at the gate of the British Consulate in China, looked at the Muggle guards in red and blue uniforms at the gorgeous and elegant gate, and couldn't help but stare. The proud Oriental Pearl Tower.There are a lot of white people, and there are also a lot of Chinese tourists of all kinds. There are always silly muggles holding up their cameras and clicking here.The black-haired boy stood alone, feeling very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Hermione came out soon.Standing still, he felt that the guard at the door really wanted to ask him to question him.He put his hands in his pockets, tightly holding the lotus branch magic wand, his palms were almost sweating...

Hermione took his hand with a smile, just like an ordinary sister holding a younger brother, followed the crowd, led him out of the Bund, and handed him a thin purple-red book, printed in bold gold letters 【PASSPORT】……

"This is……"

"You can go through customs by yourself in the future. Of course, if you are a minor, you can't do without a guardian." Hermione said briskly, "Keep it safe."

He opened his passport and his eyes widened.In the column of personal information, Hermione didn't know when the photo was taken, it was her own face, the face of the 11-year-old child, looking melancholy and stubborn, motionless in the photo frame - but it doesn't matter, Instead, next to it, the name column...

He had really, as Hermione said, created an identity under a different name... would it really work?It's as easy as eating a bowl of noodles...

On the British passport book, it is clearly written: Tom Granger.

The author has something to say: Let me explain the poem written by the lion ancestor:

"——If you travel with the red pine, you will brush off your clothes after success. Different people and different books are not easy to pay for creation."

It is taken from "Tiganhe Yuxian Palace" written by Shang Ting, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty, with slight changes.The first half talks about Zhang Liang's deeds of Qin Dynasty from "Shoes under the Zifang Bridge", and the latter part talks about Wang Chongyang's encounter with immortals.The full poem is as follows:

Zifangzhi died in Qin Dynasty, and once walked under the bridge.

Zuohan opened the Hongji, and the sky is a pillar.

If you want to swim with the red pine, you will brush off your clothes after success.

Different people and different books are not easy to pay for creation.

Since Chongyang is full of truth, high regard is a big step.

Correct the heroic posture, take advantage of time or separate regimes.

False deeds and re-knowledge, take heart to death.

At the beginning of the introduction of human beings, the two immortals met here.

Now it is finally going south, and the halls and pavilions are full of smoke.

After suffering a great deal, I have washed away the worries of the world.

The towel car is returning to the west, and I plan to live in a Mao'an.

Before the bright moon and clear wind, dragging the stick on Ganhe Road.

Why did you quote this poem?I said that this article will mention many famous works, but in fact this poem has been quoted by another famous book,

It is "The Legend of Condor Heroes" written by Jin Yong in the late 50s.

This poem in the book is engraved on the stone tablet of Quanzhen Sect, interspersed with a love story between Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang, and then leads to the story of Yang Guo's Little Dragon Girl.

The lion ancestor was fascinated by oriental culture, and even began to forge swords. He also had a kind of chivalrous pride.He quoted these few sentences, although on the surface he was telling Hermione, "You can take off your clothes only after you have achieved success, and good fortune will surely pay off. At this moment, your achievements are at the end, please continue to help Salazar take care of the children..."

So Hermione could only hum and continue playing the trumpet.

But in fact, in this situation and the scene, Shizu quoted this sentence, which is actually a hint, which has a deep meaning.

Asking what is love in the world, and directly teaching life and death, the heroine leads the male trumpet to upgrade, can this be possible?

Of course this is possible!

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