HP Hermione's Phoenix

King's Cross Station is still crowded.

This time Tom was empty-handed, and the box was shrunk and put in his pocket. At first glance, he looked as light as a skateboard boy.

It is completely different from 50 years ago, but when standing in front of this stone wall and hitting the wall without looking back, the feeling of excitement and loneliness seems to be the same as before...

Hermione calmly stood in front of the stone wall and behind him, and said, "Then you go in first."

As soon as the words fell, he felt those bare hands gently push his shoulders, and then he slid into the deep, empty and boundless space passage.

She had just formed a Nascent Soul, and the surrounding situation had already fallen into her ears.

On the other side of the stone wall, she could clearly hear Arthur repeatedly telling Harry, "...You must promise me that you will never look for that Black instead."

The dazed Harry said in a daze: "Uh, why should I take the initiative to find someone... who might come to trouble me?"

She couldn't help shaking her head slightly when she heard the words, raised her legs and submerged into platform nine and three quarters.

However, as soon as she entered the platform, she felt something was wrong: "Huh..."

The sleeping Roast Chicken suddenly woke up, her head popped out of her pocket, and said with some displeasure, "What's the smell?"

Hermione took it out, looked up at the blackened sky, and frowned...

——This, rotten smell...

——Why is the Hogwarts platform so ghostly? !

The students dragging boxes around were all giggling and chatting and laughing with the parents who came to see them off, but none of them noticed.Only some magical pets felt uneasy. The owls were jumping wildly in the cage, but many owners stopped them...

Looking away, the black-haired boy beside him also frowned deeply.

Hermione couldn't help but whispered: "You don't feel right, do you?"

Seeing Tom biting his lips slightly and nodding his head slowly, she couldn't help but feel stagnant: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Tom raised his head, his dark eyelashes flashed across his taupe cheeks, and he said in a low voice, "It's a dementor."

He was originally a red lotus seed in the Eight Cold Hells, and he was transformed into a human body, so he was extremely sensitive to these ghostly things by nature.However, the nature of the lotus is not stained by mud, and it is not suitable for it.

He heard Hermione snort coldly, and said with a sneer, "The Ministry of Magic put them in before the train arrived at Hogwarts, good! Very good! — come with me."

In an instant, his slender wrist was held tightly, and suddenly he felt spiritual energy pouring in from that hand, quickly filling his whole body, forming an extremely clean spiritual membrane, isolating all those breaths out—— —

Passing through the crowd and the corridor of the carriage, Tom stumbled and followed her. Looking up, he could only see long brown hair, but he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

"I originally wanted you to sit in the same carriage as the freshmen." Hermione stopped and opened the door: "But now the situation has changed, I have to watch you, and I can't—do you have any objection?"

He shook his head quickly.But she opened the compartment with a swish and didn't see it at all.

"Hey Hermione - did you get the in-station text message I sent you? We're in this compartment -" Ron waved the terminal in his hand, "I knew this would work... but what about Harry? Didn't he see?—”

"Keep your voice down, Ron. You'll wake him up." Neville made room for Hermione to sit down.

"Harry is behind." Hermione said briefly, then raised her head, looked at the sleeping young man opposite, and couldn't help frowning.

Neville quickly explained: "He should be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and his luggage says Professor RJ Lupine... Tom, are you here too? Do you want to eat chocolate frogs?"

That is a very vicissitudes, very vicissitudes of life.He has a very standard British man's face and looks very sensitive.Otherwise, he looked downcast, with patched clothes and graying hair.

But the problem is not these...

Ron noticed the silent young boy following Hermione, and couldn't help leaning over: "Hey Tom! Which house are you going to? Listen to me, Gryffindor is definitely the best house..."

Tom lowered his head silently, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Hermione said coldly, "He might go to Slytherin. In that case, don't alienate him."

Ron quickly patted his chest and said, "This is absolutely not! Isn't Draco our good friend too! He is also the heir of Slytherin! Haha and Harry too..."

Just then the carriage door opened again.Harry and Draco walked in at the same time, both of them complaining at the same time:

"My dad said it was rare for him to approve of Dumbledore this time, and what it's like to put dementors in school—"

"I don't understand why everyone is so nervous, like Blake is jumping right back at me..."

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly, and her expression twitched when she saw the seemingly sleeping person opposite.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw that there was another person sleeping soundly in the carriage, they couldn't help being startled at the same time, and hurriedly silenced.

They immediately lowered their voices a lot, and sat on this side of the carriage at the same time—the seats in the carriage that should have been narrow were automatically widened at this time.

"I know this—" Draco murmured, "the carriages at Hogwarts are enchanted. The automatic widening is a small thing. There are more and more wonderful magics."

"However, since this is the case, wouldn't it be possible for an infinite number of people to sit in one carriage?" Harry said naturally, "Then why do we need to have separate carriages? It would be fine if they were all open."

Neville suddenly shook his head, thoughtfully: "No. The most famous legend of the Hogwarts train...I have heard it before. The most important item of magic in this carriage is about 'choice'."

"Choose?" Harry was taken aback.

"That's right." Ron chewed honey and said with a smile: "Look at Fred and George, Lee Jordan was in the same car when they entered school, and they are still good buddies; And Angelina Johnson, I think all three of them are interested in her, hehe... Besides, you all know Blaise Zabini, it is said that he boarded the train alone and sat alone, only with Germany on the way. Draco, you chatted for a few words... But, hahaha, just saying this reminds me of Draco's embarrassment in our car when you were in the first grade..."

Draco blushed, and the golden hair on his forehead rose again.

"Uh... so what's the choice anyway?" Harry continued.

"To put it simply! People who chat in the same carriage will definitely become good friends in the end!" Ron clenched his fists and said.

"So that's how it is..."

"Isn't that what we are?" said Neville cheerfully.

"That's true...but..." Harry couldn't help scratching his head, looked at Tom who was sitting next to Hermione, and said a little worriedly: "Then...Tom, do you want to go to the first grade car? You don't have to sit with us. "

Hermione smiled softly, and then said firmly, "No. My younger brother will follow me, and he's not allowed to go anywhere."

"Eh!!!--"

The four little friends suddenly turned pale with shock, and Ron murmured in a trance: "What! So Hermione is actually a younger brother... My outlook on life has collapsed! I'm so tired and feel like I won't love again—oh... "

Hermione forced a bacon sandwich into his mouth.

Draco exhorted with a little shame: "Uh...Hermione...well...what if your brother can't make friends?"

Hermione slowly pushed aside an orange with her bare hands, and glanced at him calmly: "What? Didn't you still plan to come here to challenge the situation when you were in the first grade? Didn't you still have friends?"

Draco was speechless...

She glanced at Neville again, but stopped talking, and said arrogantly: "This legend can't be completely believed. Who knows that the same car will definitely become friends? What if my brother is bullied by other first-year students?"

"Uh..." Harry hurriedly reminded her of the major bug in this sentence: "Who dares to bully Hermione, your brother..."

"Who said he wouldn't dare?" Hermione changed her tone, and suddenly said seriously: "He is an orphan, and he was picked up from a Muggle orphanage. His bloodline is a mystery. If he is assigned to Slytherin, I'm afraid others will not He will be treated very well. Why won’t you be bullied? ——Draco, you have just become the heir, don’t rely on you alone. Is your seat still stable? You can completely change the thinking of pure-blood nobles What? Others in your school, especially those who brush Dark Light in the anonymous area of ​​the school every day, see you playing with a pure-blooded shame like Ron, don't they plan to do it openly or secretly? you?"

Ron's mouth was still stuffed with sliced ​​meat, but at this moment, only the beef was on his face...

Draco was immediately hit, sighed, and said slowly: "I will find a way..."

She shrugged, and handed the oranges neatly divided into several slices to everyone's hands one by one.

Tom held the little piece of orange in his hand, and said nothing, his mind full of thoughts.

——How can you not be bullied?

This sentence really brings back memories.

Now he saw the news circulating on the Internet and newspapers about how Voldemort promoted the theory of pure blood when he was rampant, how he slaughtered Muggles, and how he slaughtered half-bloods... he felt very uncomfortable.What does the self who is both the future and the past think?

I went to study 50 years ago. At that time, I didn't know that I was a half-breed. I came from the Muggle world, and it was terrible.People in the same house, except for Draco's grandfather, everyone deliberately alienated themselves - including Draco's grandfather, who approached him at the beginning, in fact, it was only out of the responsibility of the prefect...

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, and all the lights went out.

Tom's heart sank suddenly, and then he felt his wrist burn, and Hermione held his arm tightly.

There was a scream from outside the corridor—the car seemed to be shaking, someone fell to the ground—

"Sit down!" Hermione shouted, standing up.One hand was still holding Tom tightly, sending spiritual power to him.

"Harry!——" Draco exclaimed, he himself was in a very bad condition, and felt that his whole heart was sinking—but at this moment, the worrying emotion was overwhelmed, and he quickly knelt down to help him Talking about Harry: "What's wrong with you—"

"Someone...someone's crying!!!" Harry suddenly yelled, clutching his forehead, "Help her!—help her!"

Countless negative memories whizzed up from the sea of ​​memory, women's crying, green light, begging... He suddenly understood what it was all about, and he just felt that he desperately wanted to yell, to stop her, to yell that you don't want to... To die for me, I wish I could travel back to that moment——

Then, he suddenly heard a very clear bird song.

That long cry seemed to come down from the nine heavens, and came from a foreign land, mixed with fairy air, arrogance, or the rhythm described in the memory of ancestors in ancient times, it made people want to cry for a moment... All the little wizards on the Internet fell silent for an instant, and listened again in a daze, but no one heard it.

In an instant, the haze dissipated, and the dark clouds saw the sun.

When Harry opened his eyes again, he found himself lying limp on the ground with tears all over his face.

Draco looked like he was about to cry.He held him tightly: "Harry...you...are you really okay..."

"He's all right," said a strange voice. "He'll probably need as much chocolate as he can. Can he sit up, Harry?"

Harry froze.This voice is very strange, but it makes people feel very kind for no reason.

He quickly sat up by himself, and Draco helped him back to his seat.Professor Lupine opposite is cutting a large piece of chocolate.

"You've finally 'woke up', Professor Lupine." Hermione let go of Tom's arm, and looked at the person opposite with a vague expression.

Tom squeezed his wrist, looked at Hermione, then at Lupine.In fact, he also felt that there was something wrong with the person opposite—what was wrong?Damn, all the knowledge I have at this time is only 16 years old...

When he was trying to mobilize all his memories, he suddenly felt a scent of wind passing by, Hermione suddenly turned sideways, and raised the side glass window by his hair——

The roast chicken flew in, still looking like the little yellow chicken, and muttered uncomfortably: "Damn it, the young master's gorgeous and cool shape is messed up."

Tom's heart skipped a beat.He knows better than anyone else, from more than 60 years ago, how powerful this little yellow chicken is... It was just now!

It flew out without a sound, and dispersed those dementors with a long cry!

Lupine on the opposite side looked at the little yellow chicken, and couldn't help being taken aback, showing surprise—he met Hermione's eyes, and then turned his head quickly.

The friends were all trying to comfort Harry. At this moment, Ron pulled out the school intranet, only to hear a ding ding, and everyone was complaining about the dementors——

"Harry, this really isn't your problem. I felt like I was dying just now." Ron gritted his teeth and began to brush up on the topic of【#黑惊怪热重Hogwarts#】...

"But...you..." Harry said awkwardly, "did any of you fall off the seat?"

Lupine said calmly, "You've done a good job, Harry. A dementor is a rotting creature that reminds a person of his worst memories - none of us have anything like yours." painful memories."

When Tom heard this, he suddenly felt stunned.He glanced sideways at Hermione again, and Hermione just listened quietly to what they were saying, keeping her expression on.

He himself has the shameful memories that he thinks he can't resist the dementors—and how many happy memories does he have?For example, just now, his other hand tightly squeezed the unused lotus branch magic wand in his pocket, and he was sweating coldly, but he didn't feel at all that he could successfully release the Patronus Charm...

——Can Voldemort cast the Patronus Charm?

—Tom Riddle, never released.

However, Hermione has been holding onto his hand tightly since just now, holding it a little arrogantly and unreasonably.It was exactly the same tone as when she said "You are not allowed to go anywhere, you must follow me".

The warm spiritual power that was conveyed did not stop for a moment.

When we arrived at Hogwarts, it was already night when the lights were on.

Tom absentmindedly followed a group of first-years up the castle steps.He already felt that the castle was calling him constantly, and even Hai Erbo followed them and slid through the walls to see his sorting... The excitement of this reunion had overwhelmed everything——

Finally, after more than fifty years, he walked into this resplendent and unique auditorium again.The warm air of the castle slowly brushed over his body, brushing over his restless heart.

Like other restless little wizards, he raised his head and looked at others quietly - he saw Hermione sitting on the Gryffindor long table, sitting in the most conspicuous position, and the red-haired twins around him kept trying to talk to her What, but she just looked at herself with changing expressions.

Professor McGonagall finally began to read the house list.This etiquette is as serious as it has been for decades, with the same speed and slowness, she read it as usual, and then suddenly her heart was shocked:

"Tom Ri..."

etc.Are you dazzled?

The lioness looked again at the list of magic freshmen.That line of characters has obviously changed, forming another name.

"Tom Granger!"

She put down the list in disbelief, looked at the black-haired skinny boy, walked silently all the way through the long hallway, and walked to the sorting hat——

She turned her head suddenly, Professor Flitwick couldn't stop screaming and passed out from his seat, Dumbledore stood up suddenly, his face was livid——

The boy is already wearing the sorting hat.When he walks, he has a style of his own, and he has a restrained temperament all over his body. When he puts on a hat, his actions seem to be crowning himself——

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

There was clapping and applause in the auditorium, and at the same time, there was the ding ding of the Xiaonei website being refreshed.There are many people who don't understand why, and there are many discussions:

"Is that Hermione's brother?"

"He looks so handsome! As expected of Hermione's younger brother!"

"It's said to be adopted, not related by blood—"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow...

"Fuck you upstairs! Justin expresses his dissatisfaction. If you want to be a younger brother, please line up."

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This kind of constant discussion continued until the end of the dinner.The leftovers have been removed, and the lingering smell of pudding and chicken nuggets is still in the air. The crowd lined up and walked out of the auditorium one after another. The whispers and dings seemed to be intertwined into a new Hogwarts movement. ——

Snape strode over, his black robe fluttering, his face still expressionless: "The principal is looking for you."

Hermione looked up.I haven't seen her for a month, and when Snape saw her sharp expression, he felt slightly startled again——

"Exactly, I have something to see you too." She replied.

"Go and see the principal first."

"Then let's talk on the road." She and he walked side by side through the empty corridor, stopped among the sleeping armors, and suddenly asked, "Remus Lupine, what's going on?"

Snape stopped abruptly, too.

"You must know something, tell me."

"You see?" Snape was sarcastic and resentful—but for some reason, Hermione felt that his tone was sad with self-pity—"Yes, I think you will be very sad, too." See...he's a werewolf."

He instantly fell into uncontrollable memories, and infinite resentment surged up.Screaming Shack, wolves and dogs, nearly dying myself...

Hermione then gave him a sharp look: "What? You knew him before?"

He couldn't speak.Countless words were stuck in his chest, and like everything in these years, he couldn't say a word.

They stopped.Hermione looked at the statue in front of the principal's office, with a determined expression on her face: "Let's talk about it later—I'll go in first. Probably, I can still come back—"

She said, while Snape was in a slight daze, she suddenly let go of the powerful protective qi and vast spiritual sense, and walked into the principal's office.

The author has something to say: Do you think you need to fight Dumbledore? ╮(╯▽╰)╭

On behalf of myself, I said that I have never seen the protagonist actually fight Lao Deng with live ammunition in the fan literature. Could it be that no one has seriously considered it?