HP Hermione's Phoenix

Draco finished, looking at Hermione uneasily.He instinctively felt that she would be angry.

But Hermione raised her head slightly, and said in a dangerous tone, "Yeah——then you all just leave him alone."

The four friends all looked at each other in blank dismay.

Neville asked cautiously, "Uh, Hermione, aren't you worried..."

He wants to say that you have always cared about your brother...

She drooped her eyelashes, expressionless, "It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and my brother doesn't care about people. What can I do,——go to class."

After she finished speaking, she strode away.Draco felt in a trance that the black robe and gloomy back looked a bit like Snape...

They didn't see much of Tom for the next week.This black-haired boy who suddenly appeared behind Hermione, also like Hermione in the first grade, quickly became a dragon...

In the evening, when Hermione walked into the cellar, Medusa winked at her again and opened the door.Snape wasn't too surprised when he looked up to see her - he was used to it.

"I'm here to talk about werewolves." She folded her arms and looked at him with sharp eyes: "You knew Lupine before, didn't you?"

Snape was still holding two test tubes in his hands, staring at the liquid medicine, and acquiesced.

"You worked so hard last year to study the wolfbane potion, is it related to him?" Hermione paused, narrowing her eyes: "If you are for him..."

boom.Snape suddenly dropped a bottle.

He waved his wand and cleaned up the soiled laboratory table with a deadpan face.Then, Hermione felt as if all the hairs on his body stood on end, and her tone was very mean: "Why does our great Miss Know-it-all even bother with this matter?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows and said decisively, "You're angry. You're not Lupine's friend. On the contrary, you hate him."

Snape stood there staring at her.

Finally, Hermione said helplessly: "Why are you being so angry? If you don't like him, just kick him out. Post a post in the anonymous area and tell everyone the fact that he is a werewolf, and the board of directors will be alarmed immediately—" —By the way, Lucius knows about this, right?"

Snape's mouth twitched.Many thoughts silently flashed through his mind, and finally he snorted heavily, and said sadly, "You don't understand."

But Hermione understood right away.

She suddenly looked up at him, and blurted out: "This is Dumbledore's plan again, isn't it? - It's also his plan to involve the werewolf? Even you acquiesced in this matter, why?! Could it be related to Harry? -"

Suddenly, the stone door made a sound.The statue of Medusa signaled to them that someone was about to come in.

Hermione shut up immediately.

A silent, equally gloomy little boy with dark hair walked in.If it wasn't for his taupe-colored face that was too delicate and delicate, if it wasn't for the low-key and gorgeous temperament he exuded, which was eye-catching—at first glance, he seemed to be a shrunken version of Snape.

Tom saw Hermione, dark eyes welled up.

Hermione watched him walk to the desk in a regular manner, and presented a piece of paper to Snape with both hands, her voice was cold and melancholy: "Dean, I have filled out the application form."

Snape only glanced at it, then nodded, took out the green quill, signed it, and returned it to him.

"You can directly show this application to Professor McGonagall tomorrow, and she will arrange it later." As he said this, Hermione was surprised to see that Snape's paralyzed face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, actually appeared. a little...

--appreciate? ! ... the expression of ...

"Thank you, Headmaster. I'll go now." Tom replied politely, turned around obediently, and disappeared from Hermione's sight.

He didn't even dare to look at her.She was very sure that the little boy was so proud just now, he didn't even say hello, and he didn't even look this way...

Hermione crossed her arms, and her expression changed—Snape suddenly felt that she said in a very uncomfortable tone: "What is my brother here to pay?"

Snape's expression jumped, and he thought to himself that the gap between siblings is really big, the younger brother is well-behaved, but the older sister is domineering...

He suddenly had a dark feeling in his heart, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he asked: "Why, don't you know?"

Hermione frowned at him.

Snape said meaningfully: "Tom Granger is a very good classmate, hard-working and studious, he has followed the rules since the beginning of school, and has no intention of being a know-it-all at all."

——As for holding grudges so much?Careful...

—— Hermione rolled her eyes inwardly...

Snape narrowed his eyes, looked at Hermione's appearance, and continued with satisfaction: "In less than a week since the start of school, he has shown his talent and talent-proving once again that Slytherin House will not accept reckless and excessive , People who don’t use their ingenuity in the normal way. He has already submitted to me an application to observe the second-year course, and once he passes the final exam at the end of the school year, he will be able to go directly to the third grade next year.”

After he finished speaking, he found that Hermione was speechless - and looked at him with contempt.

"Isn't it just that my brother wants to skip a grade?" Hermione said, "Why are you talking so much?"

Snape was furious in his heart, and he didn't choke on his breath...

"But, that's how it is." She said thoughtfully, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of her mouth: "It seems that my brother is actually doing very well in Slytherin."

"Of course. Slytherin will not treat any outstanding students badly." Snape said proudly.

"Really? I just hope that with his background, he won't be bullied in your academy."

"I won't let that happen," Snape replied coldly, without thinking.

"But Draco reported to me that he lived in the dormitory for bullied and isolated students."

"So what?" Snape was very disapproving, "I also lived in that dormitory—"

He stopped abruptly, and then looked at Hermione angrily: "What the hell are you doing here?"

Hermione suddenly spread her hands and said with an innocent smile, "Come to chat with the professor. Since the professor doesn't welcome me, I'll leave first."

"……Humph!"

She walked to the door, stopped, and said without looking back, "I'll keep watching about Lupine. I'll watch Harry—don't get yourself too nervous, Dumbledore." Therefore, you are asked to boil wolfbane potion every month, have you been paid a subsidy?"

After she finished speaking, she walked away.Snape was stunned for a while, looked at the medicinal materials on the experimental table, and suddenly felt more irritable.

——The school atmosphere is so tense, Black is still on the run, the werewolf is squatting in the school, but Dumbledore is still in the mood to return to old age and return to childhood!

——And, he really didn't pay... any allowance!

Finally, Friday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class arrived.

Everyone is excited this time of year because every year is a new teacher and you never know what style of class it will be.And this kind of excitement is accompanied by a kind of suppressed disappointment, because there are really few people applying for this course. Even if the application is passed, it is doomed to be less than a year. There are all kinds of blind people, such as Lockhart. —According to gossip, Snape expelled him last year by threatening Dumbledore to resign.

"It's more than that," Ron said in a low voice. "It's said in the anonymous section that Snape put his wand directly on Lockhart's neck, and Dumbledore pulled it away. If I ask you, if Dumbledore didn't Pull them apart, maybe Lockhart's heart will become Snape's collection, frozen in a cabinet, with a lot of potions..."

"Professor Snape is a good man," Neville said stubbornly.

"I know, I'm just a little nervous, let me tell you a joke to relieve everyone-ah, Lupine is here."

Hermione looked at this unassuming professor with a calm demeanor calmly.To be honest, he has a very special and attractive temperament, both downcast and open-minded, introverted and warm but with a hidden edge...

At first glance like this, it is impossible to think that he is actually a dangerous werewolf.

——British language seems to be too little at this moment.

—Using the word "gentleman" cannot fully describe him at all.

Hermione thought of an oriental word - pick all the cold branches and refuse to live...!

Picking all the cold branches and refusing to roost, picking all the cold branches and refusing to roost—perhaps, this desolate and proud temperament is related to his experience as a werewolf...

"Put away your textbooks," said Lupine calmly. "Today we have practical lessons."

Then, he moved out a large cabinet.There was obviously something sealed in the cabinet, and it kept making noises.

The students were immediately excited.If Professor McGonagall hadn't banned the use of the school intranet in class, they would have already started to update their speech at this moment...

"It's a Boggart," he said. "Can someone tell me what a Boggart is?"

Hermione said nothing, and neither did the others.Neville immediately stood up very consciously: "It is a shape-shifting creature that can take on...an image it thinks we will be afraid of."

"Good answer, Neville." Lupine said with a smile. "So, Neville, can you tell me what you think you are most afraid of?..."

Hermione held her chin and stood on the edge of the crowd, watching all this with cold eyes.

— Boggart?She had only seen it in books before...

——Is this kind of existence... a creature that exists purely for other people?This plane is really interesting.

Since she entered the classroom, she released her spiritual power again and again, and scanned the creatures in the cabinet countless times, but there was no result.Not only did the Sea of ​​Consciousness not indicate any possible threat, it didn't even detect any tangible objects. There was only a faint mass of spiritual power, as light as if there was nothing in it.

"No one knows what a Boggart looks like in private," Lupine said. "It's only transformed when it comes out. Well, now let's get started."

interesting.It was the first time for her to discover this kind of creature that really had no sense of existence when she was alone...

The cabinet door was opened.It was Neville's granny - no, it turned into Neville's granny, came out flailing with a cane, and started yelling at Neville -

"Think of something funny!" Lupine reminded from the side.

Neville bit his lip and read, "Funny funny!—"

Neville's grandma suddenly turned into Draco.No, it was Draco who ate one of those prank candies that Fred and George sold at the holidays, his tsundere golden hair sticking up all over his forehead, his arms turned into white peacock feathers—

The whole class roared with laughter.Harry couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking that this matter must not be spread, otherwise Draco will definitely be angry...

"Well done, Neville, next, Parvati!" Lupine encouraged.

The beginning was too funny, so everyone became very relaxed at this time, Parvati's mummy bandages fell apart, and she tripped over herself; Seamo's ghost was suddenly inflated and disappeared in the dripping black hair The back face is protruding, covered with rouge, with a big bow on his forehead; probably Seamus inspired Dean, he turned his other ghost with a severed arm into a hellokitty...

The whole class was laughing, and Boggart looked overwhelmed.For a while it turned into a bloody eyeball, but the blood was actually pink; for a while it turned into a human-shaped vending machine with a bloody mouth open, but it was completely unstable, and it fell down after taking a step...

"It's messed up already! Well done everyone! You're next, Ron!—" Lupine exclaimed.

--boom!The Boggart stared at Ron and turned into an oversized spider...

Harry recognized it immediately. It was the eight-eyed spider they had seen in the Forbidden Forest last year...

Ron seemed more hesitant than the others.His face was livid, as if recalling a very bad past, his lips trembled a little...

"Come on, Ron!" Seeing this, the whole class immediately shouted to encourage him.

The eight-eyed spider rushed over with its big furry pincers baring its teeth and claws.Ron seemed to be at war with heaven and man in his heart, and finally raised his wand resolutely, closed his eyes: "Funny, funny...!"

--boom!The eight-eyed spider's pincers suddenly disappeared.It only had four tiny mosquito-like legs left, and a small golden curly hair like instant noodles grew out of its forehead, and it shook its head blankly...

——So, the next one is Harry...

"Very good, everyone is good!" Seeing this, Lupine secretly thought that it was not good. It was too advanced for the students to see Voldemort in person in the first class. , but saw Hermione, who had been staying in the corner, took a step forward.

With that light step, she became the closest person to Boggart.

Lupine took one look at her, and quietly withdrew his foot.

The four-legged spider on the ground, shaking its instant noodle head, was struggling to support itself to stand up - it immediately looked up and saw Hermione, and faced her.

Hermione looked at it calmly, still crossing her arms, her expression indifferent.

- What will become of it?

——I also want to know what I am most afraid of...

She has been mobilizing her mental strength to observe coldly. It stands to reason that Boggarts can instantly become something that other students are afraid of. Not to be underestimated, at least he is also the King of Illusory Demons.

However, just like unicorns, creatures that exist entirely for purity and love, there seem to be many things in this plane that cannot be explained by her past experience. She even sometimes realizes that the composition of this plane is not perfect. It's all rational logic, sometimes with a hint of "fairy tale logic"...

Boggarts also seem to be the product of fairy tale logic.

——Although it can turn into something terrifying in an instant, it has no power to hurt people; although it can read people's minds in an instant, it does not intend to control or attack other people's minds at all...

——From just now to now, Hermione hasn't even studied how it reads people's minds. She can only feel its strong and pure obsession: "I want to scare you!"

I have to say, it's very curious.

Hermione stared at it closely.The others also held their breaths, and secretly expected in their hearts: what would Hermione be afraid of? ...

This time the Boggart seemed to be thinking for a long time.It took longer than others to think, and the instant noodle-headed spider on the ground slowly, with some difficulty, changed into a different shape...

The moment the transformation was completed, everyone in the classroom began to whisper.

"what is that?"

"it's wired……"

"...It won't go wrong, right? Hermione doesn't seem too scared..."

"I must have made a mistake..."

"Have you seen it? Which wizard is it?"

"No, no, that's definitely not a wizard..."

"It's an oriental..."

"But he's going to die! What's so scary?"

Harry was also slightly surprised.It had never occurred to him before that Hermione might be terrified from the bottom of her heart... Ever since she met in Diagon Alley at the age of 11, she had always been so sharp and courageous, and she could do anything.

Not even the Mirror of Erised could shake her heart.Speaking of which, this is also a question, did Hermione expect anything?No no, this is a false proposition, she can invent whatever she wants immediately...

But at this moment, looking at the transformed Boggart in the middle of the classroom, he suddenly realized that he had never really known Hermione.

There was a man lying there.Everyone looked at it hesitantly for a while before realizing that it was a person.

He should be an oriental man, with black jade-like hair flowing and full of luster, his facial features are as tough as a knife but delicate and soft, like a masterpiece of a god, but his temperament is erratic, as if tainted with a trace of demonic evil—the corners of his lips A smear of blood that evoked highlighted this point even more.

The man was wearing a big red dress that they had never seen before. It was complicated and gorgeous but simple and neat. It seemed to be woven with the flowing clouds from the sky, outlining his muscular and slender body...even in terms of European aesthetics. , although weird, but no matter how you look at it, he is a handsome and compelling man.

However, it was such a handsome and compelling man with a sword pierced deeply in his chest.

The long sword glowed with brilliance and passed through the chest.

The man stretched out his slender fingers, and calmly wiped away the blood from his lips. That action seemed to be more sinister—then, he raised his head and stretched out his other hand, smiling at Hermione.

Harry only felt that one look, and his soul trembled when he saw it.

What a sad, determined, and relieved smile it was...

A clear bird song was heard suddenly, startling everyone in the classroom.

The roast chicken suddenly flew out of Hermione's pocket, flew around her, and landed on her shoulder.Harry was standing on the other side. He couldn't see Hermione's expression clearly at this moment, but felt that the sun was setting and her profile was against the light, as if she had fallen into a deeper and more distant darkness...

"I know...I know everything. I'm fine." Hermione murmured, patting and rubbing her roast chicken lightly.

The roast chicken whined and buried its head in her neck.

"It's just that, it turns out that I haven't forgotten after all..." She seemed to be sighing with emotion.

Over the years, many past events that have been sealed in the dust come up like a whirlwind. In a trance, someone looks at the flowers with a sword, in a trance, someone laughs, and in a trance, someone says that you are really a good-looking person. Either the heaven and the earth swallowed me, or I swallowed the heaven and the earth, and I became a demon and entered the world, but how can the Dao be affectionate?If I am killed by the way of heaven in the future, please don't hesitate to help me end this cause and effect personally...

However, those distant words and phrases are just a moment.Her memories of yesterday have long been reduced to various fragments in the pool of metamorphosis, dispelling her inner demons and old dreams, helping her to go on the road again, gone forever—but she can’t, can’t put it together again A truly complete leading edge to come.

She stood there watching for a long time, but in the end she didn't do it herself, but fell into a long silence.

Lupine waved his wand when he saw this, and the Boggart turned into a big crystal ball again with a bang, flew around him, and was quickly forced back by his magic, and was sealed back again. in the cupboard.

Finally, the sun went down and it was getting dark.

- Whoops!

There was a cool splash, and Tom suddenly sat up from the crystal coffin.

The ever-burning lamp in the secret room was quietly burning, and Hai Erbo looked up blankly from the side - since the beginning of school, Hermione asked the castle to move the place where he soaked in water back to the secret room, so that he could get water from the spring at any time.There was a bit of treachery in this scene, but he didn't care at all.His body was wet, and his lotus-colored skin became whiter and more radiant due to the cold spring, which made his eyes look like lacquer.

"Hogwarts... what's the matter?" He looked at the villain in front of him with rare unsuspecting eyes.

"Tom, stop dating." Castle stood in front of him, blinked, and advised, "Hermione seems to be in a bad mood right now. Go and see her."

His expression changed suddenly.After Hogwarts finished speaking, he was even more restless——

He knew Hermione's unusual origin since he was a child. When he was a child, the sword light on the cliff by the sea was like heaven, powerful and indestructible. It had completely opened up a deep, transcendent desire in his desperate heart. ...

However, in the next few decades, the more you want to touch it, the farther you will be.Who is she?Where did it come from?Will it eventually go the same way as it did back then? ...

—Who was the man that the Boggart turned into?Was it someone she knew before?

——Is it the dead man that she was most afraid of? ...

Countless thoughts rushed through his chest, as if something clamored to erupt from the young man's thin chest.In the end his expression was just a silent flash.

"Where is she?" he finally asked.As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt that my voice was so sour that it was terrible.

Hogwarts jumped up happily: "You are finally willing to move. It's not a problem to be stuck in the secret room all the time. Hermione is feeding Caesar in the tower—I'll take you there."