HP Hermione's Phoenix

In northern Scotland at this time of year, the sun always sinks faster and faster.

It was already dark in the castle, and the sound of noisy dining in the auditorium could be heard in the distance.However, the hustle and bustle is always far away. Standing on the top of the tower at this moment, the sun is still in front of you, shining golden, as if everything in the world has nothing to do with it.

Hermione turned her head, and saw that the black-haired boy was immersed in the scorching light, the eyes were full of emotion, and he hesitated to speak.

She sighed softly, but waved to him.

Caesar rubbed against her palm, ate the last piece of smoked chicken, and flew away flapping his wings.

Tom walked forward silently, and heard her ask softly, "Why? Finally, you are willing to talk to me? Don't you even want to say hello?"

Tom suddenly turned his head aside...

However, after Hermione said this, she suddenly looked at the setting sun in the sky, and suddenly felt that she was a little naive.She laughed at herself and said, "Forget it... What's the matter?"

Tom looked at her with complicated eyes, and said slowly: "You...well...it's nothing."

"It's nothing you don't want to eat?" She glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to make friends in the first grade?"

"..."

"But I can also understand." She suddenly sighed to herself, "After all, you are an experienced person, and your mentality is different from that of an 11-year-old kid... Why do you have to make friends with people? What's the use? If the gap in the heart is always there, no matter how close the relationship is, it will still make people feel lonely..."

As she talked, she didn't know whether she was talking about someone else or herself.Roasted Chicken jumped two steps on the next steps, tilted his head to look at her, and asked, "Are you going to be a philosopher?"

She smiled and shook her head: "Yeah... let's not talk about this. Speaking of it-are you planning to skip a grade? Snape thinks you work hard, and still praises you in front of me... But, you are It's fifth grade, it's not difficult at all...Professor McGonagall knows who you are? Did she say anything when you handed in the application form?"

Tom was a little surprised.Maybe it's because the sunset is so beautiful, or maybe it's because today is too different, but she is very calm and gentle to herself unexpectedly.

He said with some discomfort: "...No. She just... looked at me a few more times. "

Hermione smiled and nodded, wondering if Dumbledore really made it clear to McGonagall?However, did he really intend to let Voldemort's soul fragment go? ...

She turned her head to look at him, pinned her windblown brown hair behind her ears, and asked, "So, what are your plans when you are reborn?"

Tom looked at her and shook his head.

"Target?"

Shaking his head.

"Did you have any dreams before? Like being a pianist or something."

"……never thought before."

"Do you want to go to other places? For example, to study in the United States..."

"I just want to stay with you... Hogwarts," he blurted out.

She blinked her dark eyelashes, and sighed: "I see...the ideal is Hogwarts itself...but you are going to graduate after all...but there are still six years to go, let's talk about it."

She looked at his face and said calmly: "No matter what your future is, I will make sure that you will not go to the step of becoming a demon again. Do you know why?"

Tom's heart tightened, and he stared at her blankly.

She turned her head, her eyes drifted into the distance, and her voice was clear: "There are three thousand ways of greatness, all of which have their own reasons, and the way of magic is also the way—you used to... no, that other you must have thought the same way."

——"However, to prove the Tao by killing and to prove the Tao by plundering, the farther you go, the more karma will increase. Can all the karma in this world be killed?"

——"A person who can even kill his own karma completely, with a broken heart, is no longer the original self. Voldemort is so smart, tearing up his own soul, discarding the original desire, is heading towards this step by step."

Looking at the fading sunset, 11-year-old Tom felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and murmured, "So am I the part that was abandoned by him?"

Hermione turned his head, and somehow he felt that she had read his mind.

"Is it hard to be abandoned?"

"Do you think it's a little bit? But, I'm used to it. When I was born, I was abandoned by my parents... Later, it's not incomprehensible to be abandoned by myself again..." He said in a daze, "Because Hated? My parents hated me, and I hated a part of myself. At that time, I really thought so."

He said so much all of a sudden that Hermione's heart skipped a beat and she wanted to comfort him - but he went on to himself:

"... But, what if you are hated by him? Seeing him become such a treacherous and evil person, and also become so desolate, sometimes... you should feel lucky, right?"

Hermione nodded involuntarily.She said quietly: "Tell me. It's been so long, and you have learned enough from the Internet... Why do you think he failed?"

Tom hesitated for a moment, but didn't shy away from it, and said frankly, "I think...it's because he's a little stupid."

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's true." He said slowly, "After he established the Death Eaters, he still had a clear program at the beginning, to revive the pure blood and so on... It's not bad. But didn't they all gain the upper hand? I remember that most of the time, people still approve of pure blood, not to mention that he has the support of so many ancient wizarding families... In fact, there is no need to kill people, right? Whether it is entering the Ministry of Magic or establishing a high-end pure blood association, everyone Will you support them?"

"Well, keep talking."

"But then he suddenly started killing Muggles crazily... Don't talk about this, even if Muggles don't matter, but killing half-blood wizards will eventually cause panic. This will push people's hearts to... Dumbledore... "

"Ah."

"After the middle period of the establishment of the Death Eaters, their whereabouts became more and more mysterious, and their actions became more and more strange. At that time, people began to call them demons. And he seemed to enjoy this feeling, and called himself DarkLord...Dark and How? Without darkness, plants and animals will die, and human beings will not be able to reproduce at all... But most people love the day. Darkness represents evil, and Dumbledore... will always represent light and justice."

He glanced at her.She didn't show the slightest expression of disapproval, but looked at her encouragingly.

"If it's just like this, it shouldn't be so early to the later stage... But, his subordinates have started to be afraid after all. Was he afraid of his subordinates' betrayal first, or did his subordinates betray because of fear? Who knew? Late in the Death Eater's establishment, he began to torment his subordinates frequently, often using the Cruciatus Curse, many people have testified to this at the Wizengamot...why? Why should he treat his own people like that What to do? Come to this point, is he actually desperate? He didn’t intend to build a future of pure blood glory in the first place, but he just planned to destroy the world out of desperation?—”

Hermione heard him whisper in confusion: "So he lost... Such a person, unexpectedly, is myself..."

"—do you feel like you've just blown your socks off?" Hermione laughed.

He looked at her, silent.

Hermione looked down at him: "I'm very happy that you can take the initiative to say so much. You are really smart..."

Tom pursed his lips.

"But do you know? The reason why he is doomed to fail—momentum is the general trend of the world."

"The general trend of the world is what people want, what good fortune belongs to, and all the luck in the world..." She slowly looked into the distance and said, "The great way is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and there is only a glimmer of life left. Only by being angry Those who are lucky to protect each other can seize that ray of life, cultivate the supreme avenue, and jump out of the cycle of heaven and earth..."

Tom's eyes widened suddenly.His heart was beating uncontrollably—he suddenly realized that Hermione was telling him the truth!What he had longed for for many years, and now he has given up——

"Those who go against the law, those who cause cholera, will eventually destroy the reproduction of yin and yang in this world, and add karma to their bodies, which will definitely attract the conquest of heaven-this is the way of heaven destroying people, how can people resist! Indeed, the world is not benevolent, and all living beings are like fish and meat , Three thousand worlds, how many devils are shouting that the sky wants to destroy me, I will destroy the sky, and if you kill a million, you will be a hero!...But!"

She slapped the railing suddenly, and her tone contained a hint of generosity: "Cultivation of Taoism is already a matter of desire, how many demons can completely sever their feelings and thoughts, and truly escape from the sky? ——Depart from the general trend, for the sake of Destroyed by good fortune, this is... my own life."

"Did you feel, surprised when you saw Harry? Do you think why he could defeat Voldemort when he was a baby? - Nothing else, because Harry was created by heaven, born with luck. The devil In the world, there must be a savior, not Harry, but naturally there are other people too. All of this is predestined."

The sun sank completely at this moment.On the tall tower, there was darkness.

Tom suddenly felt that his hands and feet were cold, and his mind was chaotic: Fate... all this is my fate...

He suddenly fell into another kind of vast daze, only to feel that there was only loneliness left in the universe.If it is his destiny to become a devil and be killed by the Dao of Heaven, then why was he born?Since he was going to die in the end, why did he appear in this world?Mother, mother, do you know how happy it is to give birth to me, and why bother to destroy me?

But Hermione quickly patted him on the shoulder: "But you are not him anymore. You can start over and go to other paths."

Tom snapped back to his senses.The night was dark, and Hermione only felt that those eyes were like stars.

"I'm not him...then who am I?" The black-haired boy murmured.

Hermione smiled.

She said lazily: "You forgot again. You are Ter. You are my brother."

In the night, his expression suddenly became chaotic, and finally he lowered his head: "Oh..."

Hermione suddenly became playful and couldn't help teasing him: "Brother, brother... do you have any other ideas? Like running for the Minister of Magic or something? Hee hee, in this case, we will become enemies with Percy It's..."

Tom mumbled and shut up.

——"Or... I think Snape admires you so much, otherwise, how about you becoming his apprentice? You will become a promising master of potions." Hermione continued to laugh, "The other you, once Take him as a subordinate, torture him severely, and finally kill his most beloved woman... Well, you can go to be an apprentice for him, although the apprenticeship is a bit hard, and you have to bring him footwashing water in winter , He told you to kneel so you can’t stand, and you’ll be careful every morning and evening, and you’ll always set the rules... But, it’s an old karma.”

——"Not happy? Then do you want to make money? Lucius was also bullied by another you. At that time, poor Little Lucius was just 17 years old, but he had already become his subordinate. Kneel down and kiss his robe... You can go to work in Lucius's shop, and you can be regarded as paying off the debt to the other you..."

Suddenly Tom looked up at her, and said bluntly, "Are you deserting me too?—"

As soon as he finished saying this, he suddenly felt regretful.Why is it so direct... He doesn't even know what he's thinking...

Hermione was taken aback, then choked.She was a little ashamed, and also felt a little headache. She wondered what was going on with this child. Could it be that the Nirvana Red Lotus is always like this, a genetic mutation? ...

Roasted Chicken had been listening quietly from the side just now, and at this moment it suddenly spread its wings, flew into the air, and let out a deep cry.

Hermione was a little impetuous, but then she changed the subject: "In this case - as my younger brother, do you want to go out and relax? Don't stay in the secret room all the time, it can be regarded as an adjustment."

Weekend in three weeks.

Hogsmeade village was crowded everywhere, but with Ron's quick eye and Draco's deep pockets, they managed to find a seat in the Three Broomsticks tavern, by the window.

"Seriously, is this really reliable?" Neville said, looking worriedly at the air, "Harry didn't get Hogsmeade's signature, Professor McGonagall knows, if someone goes to the castle to check at this time... ..."

"Come on, come on!" Ron happily put ten glasses of drinks and a few empty glasses in front of them, and said in a low voice, "I knew this was the right way, get a few more glasses and say we're here for the first time. We need to try more flavors. If we only order six glasses... Anyone who knows that Harry has an invisibility cloak will know at a glance that you are all coming."

"I want this pink one." Hermione took the lead in pulling a glass of colored drink, and drank happily.

Tom and Harry huddled together, under the cloak of invisibility, staring wide-eyed.To be precise, Tom stared alone.

He never imagined that he and...Harry Potter...were so close...

Harry, on the other hand, seemed delighted, and almost took off his invisibility cloak and drank a lot.

At this moment, Draco, who had always been a little nervous, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at the door and whispered, "It's all right—the professors are here."

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Hagrid... and several other professors, they all walked into the three broomsticks, and they were about to come over—

Hermione immediately moved her fingers, and placed a blindfold and a sound-absorbing enchantment.This method is fundamentally different from the principle of expulsion spells and impediment spells. Even Professor Flitwick, who is proficient in spells, can't tell the truth from the fake ones.

The little friends watched them dumbfounded and sat down on the big table closest to them, but they didn't even look over here, as if they didn't exist.

"It's yours!" Ron lip-synced to Hermione.

Hermione said softly, "You're still wearing the Invisibility Cloak, just in case. We're still drinking ours."

"Uh...it's my godfather...and Lupine didn't come." Draco looked carefully and nodded.

"Then it's all right, Snape should be doing experiments in his office. Lupine won't be going to Gryffindor for rounds."

Draco shook the transparent mug silently.What he was actually thinking in his heart was that the godfather had always lived in such a lonely and unhappy way all these years—it is true that he is very good at academics, and he is getting better and better, but in fact he is getting more and more lonely.

In the early years when he was young, he learned elementary potions from Snape, and the godfather at that time was alone - I still remember that he asked stupidly once, "Godfather, when can I have a godmother? "—The godfather couldn't see the expression, but the parents' expressions changed drastically and they stopped him.

It was only later that he realized that there are some things that cannot be mentioned.

Only later did he know why the godfather did this...

But, whenever this happened, he always wanted to ask Snape, why did he shut himself up?The past is over, why put yourself in chains?Why, live like atonement? ——

His contemplation was awakened by Ron's sharp kick - "Harry, don't get excited."

Ron watched the air nervously.He kicked to signal Harry, but missed Draco.

Harry under the Invisibility Cloak's expression suddenly changed.Only Tom, who was also hiding like him, saw him clenched his fists tightly...

"Yeah... We didn't expect Black to do something like that in the end." Professor McGonagall drank himself a sip of butter beer, and said a little tiredly: "Betrayed my best friend, put James Potter , dedicated to that person!—”

"Things are unpredictable, really unpredictable." Another teacher shook his head, "I still remember their small group, James and Black... the leader of this troublesome small group. And Lupine, the quietest one In fact, he came up with all the bad ideas—only little Peter is an honest man! But he also... hey!!"

The table fell into dead silence, my friends.They listened to the intertwining of cups and cups on the table beside them, and the sound was exceptionally clear.

"The current Weasley twins can't make trouble without James...but I know that the Weasley family will never have such a child." Someone said solemnly, "What kind of family...what kind of family Even if he once rebelled against the family..."

"Are you saying that Black once ran away from home and lived in James' house?" Someone answered, "Now that I think about it, Black's scheming is definitely not deep... Maybe he thought about it at the time? Maybe he earlier He took refuge with him when he was young...Where is that person? Even, his rebellion was all pretended..."

"You say that too much. The Sorting Hat can't go wrong - he was in Gryffindor in the first place."

"Yes..." Professor McGonagall replied heavily, "He is the biggest traitor in Gryffindor for decades."

No one else at the table spoke, and Ms. Romersta of the Three Broomsticks silently poured wine for Professor McGonagall.

"Actually, when I see Harry now, I always think of his father." Someone said again, "He and the Malfoy children... well. They won't follow the old path of James and Black's family, will they?"

Draco froze.

"That's too suspicious, with Dumbledore watching."

"That's right. What's more, Lucius has been washing white for the past few years, and various charitable foundations are also booming..."

"Draco is a good boy," said Hagrid gruffly, "but I don't think their families... still can't believe it. They are a kind of bad people through and through. From their ancestors up through the generations, That bloodline stays."

"Actually, I think Harry is not exactly like James, but more like Lily..." Professor Flitwick, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, his voice was filled with sadness: "Maybe not as hardworking as Lily, but he is very Gentle, kind to everyone... Sigh. On the contrary, Neville, who has been playing with them all the time, is an honest boy, but he is not as timid as Peter, but more and more like Lupine..."

"Then Hermione is undoubtedly the one who resembles James the most? Bold." Someone laughed.

"Hermione... I...can't understand her anymore." Professor McGonagall looked deeply into the distance, and slowly said: "I used to think... no, I can no longer believe what I once thought Yes. We used to like Blake so much, but he killed his best friend and the biological father of his godson in the end. Now 12 years later, he came back from Azkaban. Does he want to kill the grass? Does he hate Jaime that much? Does he just... want to serve the Dark Lord?"

Tom suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a heavy sadness came over him--and then suddenly he felt his hand being grasped.

Hermione sat at the table obliquely beside him, without saying a word, and tightly grasped his long, cold fingers.

Those hands are really hot, Tom thought.Like a phoenix breathing fire, burning from the fingertips to the heart...

But Harry stood up abruptly.

"Sit down!—you'll be found—" Ron looked at him in horror, but Hermione reached out and slapped him on the head with a quick hand. Harry, who was not wrapped in the invisibility cloak, cast a spell of disillusionment. Also disappeared in the air immediately.

"Do you all know?" In the air, Harry's deep voice suppressed his anger.

No one spoke.After a long time, Ron said cautiously: "Uh... these things were reported in the newspapers back then... but we don't know Lupine... and we know him..."

"Haha!" Harry suddenly laughed twice, and the smile was filled with infinite sorrow: "So you all know—so you all know! You are so good at hiding it! It turns out that it is because of this that you are afraid that I will take revenge -"

Tom remained silent.He lowered his head deeply, only feeling blood gushing from his forehead, wishing he could yell too—I don't even want to!I really don't know why he did that - if it could be done all over again - if it was me and not him... no! ...Why am I him too! ! !

Hermione squeezed his hand tighter, like some kind of stubbornness.

Draco raised his head and said to the air with difficulty: "Harry... don't do this."

"You know that too, don't you?" He suddenly felt his shirt collar being grasped.It was a collar showing the Malfoy family crest, hand-woven, tailor-made every quarter, and it was extremely expensive, but at this moment he didn't care, only heard a low growl in his ear-"You know everything, You never told me! Yeah... I don't blame you, you are all for my own good... Hehe... But what can I do? What can I do if I hate him? So he is my godfather! I Godfather, almost killed my parents with his own hands!"

Draco looked in that direction silently and painfully.However, no matter what everyone present thought, they couldn't imagine how sad Harry's expression hidden in the air should be at this moment...

"I've always envied you, Draco." The man in the air sat down heavily with a bang, with a kind of tired sadness: "From now on, take good care of your godfather, and don't quarrel with your father again."