HP Hermione's Phoenix

It's finally the end of the year holiday.Snowflakes fell, and the streets were decorated in red and white Christmas colors.

Tom glanced cautiously at the little note Hermione handed him.It was obviously not Hermione's handwriting, the handwriting was very scribbled, but it exuded an old, elegant style.

With just one glance, No. 12 Grimmauld Place suddenly appeared in front of them.

Hermione didn't step up right away.She held her chin thoughtfully for a while, then nodded, and led him up the steps.

She still held him like a child.Every time he felt this, a complicated pain rose in his heart.

As soon as the fortified door opened, a shrill voice called out, "Get out, get out of my house, you low--"

"Pull it up, pull her up,—" Sirius' voice came irritably from the living room, "Shut up!—"

A dark-haired young man walked over with great strides.But before he had time to close the curtain in front of Walburga's portrait with his own hands, he couldn't help being surprised.

Hermione easily released the vast spiritual pressure, and the mad old woman in the portrait immediately fell silent, staring at her in puzzlement and resentment.

"I'm sorry to bother you." She said quietly, her eyes sweeping the whole room: "However, I don't think it's up to you to decide whether it's cheap or not."

She nodded to Sirius, and Tom followed her into the hallway.He looked at the long corridor, it was gloomy and dark, and even the curtain that blocked the portrait seemed to be moldy.

"How did you do it? Oh..." Sirius looked like he was going crazy, "It took me a month to calm down my mother..."

"Is she Mrs. Walburga?"

"Yeah." He led Hermione into the hall with a depressed look on his face.

The hall looked like it was being cleaned.There was a commotion everywhere, and Fred and George were nimbly catching and delighting at the airborne vixens; Tom turned to look at the gorgeous sofa, its faded obscura fabric, upon which lay a litter of dead Plush, and there were constant bangs and bangs from the desk not far away, which seemed to contain a Boggart...

Although Sirius said that he would invite them to have a good reunion, it seemed that the situation was not good at all.

Harry, however, looked delighted.While waving the magic rag in his hand and wiping the old dirty cabinets, he greeted loudly: "Hermione, Tom, you are here—"

Tom nodded, hesitated and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No, I've already finished it..." He shook his head and said, "The godfather said that everything in this cabinet should not be touched, it is a strong black magic item."

Tom turned his head and peered carefully through the glass case at those ancient opals, crystal vessels, dusty old music boxes...

He suddenly felt that, for some reason, there was something very strong in the closed cabinet door, attracting him...

Hermione glanced at everyone who was working, then turned around and asked, "Sirius...you haven't tidied up your house yet?"

Sirius was standing in front of a large tapestry in a daze.

She glanced at him.He recovered quite well, his cheeks gradually became fleshy, his hair was neatly combed, and his unruly appearance was quite exciting.But he probably has been in prison for a long time, and his whole person has a sense of depression.The combination of his decadent, uninhibited and natural elegance forms a very impressive sense of missing.

"Ah..." He came back to his senses and said gloomily, "Yeah... I didn't expect that either. The backbone of the Ministry of Magic was smashed, and I insisted on taking over this house. I originally planned to buy another small apartment. Some houses... After all, I have already been kicked out of this family... In the end, I have to ask you to help me."

Hermione followed his gaze and looked over, under the huge family tapestry, next to Regulus's name, under Walburga's name, Sirius Black, who should have been, had a hole burned by a cigarette butt.

"Ah, it's okay. Can you give me the Boggart in the desk? I just need one for the experiment..."

"Take whatever you want, be careful not to touch the black magic garbage - they are very nasty, and I plan to throw them away at once someday," he said dully.

Hermione couldn't help shaking her head as she watched him sink into memories, not to bother him anymore.

She took two steps and stopped lightly beside Tom.

Harry had already turned his head away, and there was another knock at the door, but the portrait of Mrs Walburga did not scream again.From the sound, it seemed that Ron and Neville were coming——

Tom felt a sudden heat in his neck.He was originally born under the lotus flower of the cold spring, so he was born with a cold body, and his sense of touch is particularly obvious.

Hermione put her hand gently on his neck and whispered, "It's now."

She quietly opened the glass cabinet, and a dusty breath rushed towards his face, and then he felt a sudden throbbing in his chest—no, it wasn’t the throbbing of the chest, it was the burning of the soul—

Then there was a flash in front of him, and the cabinet door was quickly closed again.The ancient dusty atmosphere dissipated lightly, and behind the cabinet door, there was only a silver locket missing...

"It's so cold outside!" It was Neville's voice.

"Wow! Sirius, you're so cool here!" said Ron excitedly.

Hermione turned her head calmly, and pulled Tom over to say hello.The friends were very happy, rubbing their hands together and shaking the snowflakes on their clothes.

Tom was still in a trance.Hermione just took something in front of him...it must be something important...why does she feel so familiar, so longing...

He gradually felt unable to concentrate.The twins were yelling about how they'd catch a fox to develop a more stable quick-cut-skipping sugar scheme, which made Sirius a little happier, and seemed to give them some advice; Neville was helping to clean up the pile of dead velvet, Ron Take Harry to look at the family tree...

Then Hermione suddenly said loudly, "I'll take Tom upstairs to warm himself by the fire - Sirius, can we go upstairs?"

Sirius nodded and said, "You can do whatever you want. My mother's room may be more dangerous, so I locked it."

She led the black-haired boy all the way upstairs.There was a sound of pedaling on the stairs, as if a footstep stepped on it, there was a print of dust...

Finally she stopped in a room on the third floor.Looking at the high room made him a little dizzy, and the fire started, and Tom felt that he was starting to lack water again, and his face was flushed...

Sitting on the old dark pattern armchair, she took out the chain from her bosom.

The flames were so bright that her face shimmered.Her slender fingers lightly touched the silver locket, giving birth to a shocking cold feeling...

Suddenly, an uncontrollable desire arose in his heart.

- want to get...

——Want to get closer to...

—give him to me!

Hermione raised her head sharply, and gave him a look with eyes as cold as water.

"You want?" she asked lightly.

He nodded vaguely.

"As expected... It doesn't take much effort..." She caressed the chain carefully, then raised her head suddenly, with a cold light in her eyes, and shouted loudly: "Roast chicken!"

"Okay!——" The big yellow chicken happily appeared from behind the armchair at some point, grabbed something vigorously while running, and said with a smile: "Oh... this is really a boring little girl Goblin..."

Tom was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly saw that the roast chicken's paws were clutching an ugly thing wrapped in a tea towel.

That's alive.Is a house elf.

Hermione wrapped the locket in her hand and looked at it coldly: "It turns out that the Black family still has house elves who intend to attack the guests."

"Kreacher has met a respected guest." The house elf was very old, it was dirty, and it gave off a rancid smell.It turned its venomous eyes, and said clearly in a low voice: "You mean mudblood and a little guy of unknown origin. The hostess will be very angry if the master brings such people into the house. Stole something from the little master—"

Tom was a little shocked.However, Hermione smiled knowingly, continued to wrap around the chain, and nodded: "I see...so it belongs to Regulus Black...so it's all right."

Kreacher finally couldn't bear it any longer, rushed forward, and screamed, "Give me back the little master's things!—"

Before it could pounce on Hermione and cast a curse on Hermione, it was caught again by Roast Chicken.

Roasted Chicken held it down with its foot, and said still foolishly: "Short oil, I told you not to run away...how could you be caught by me if you don't run away? Speaking of which, you are so enlightened The little goblin you have is not bad, according to my observations, you are from the civil engineering department, right? Tsk tsk, the elements of this plane can actually directly form a little~fairy~fine~ ah..."

"Kreacher is not a goblin!" it yelled through gritted teeth, "Kreacher is a house-elf! Kreacher is a house-elf of the Black family!—"

Hermione said disdainfully: "Come on, the downstairs hasn't been swept for hundreds of years, I thought the Black family couldn't afford house elves."

"Not Kreacher! Kreacher has worked for the ever noble, ever pure Black family for over 100 years - bam!"

Roast Chicken was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help raising his head, scanning the ceiling...

Hermione's eyes wrinkled, apparating?I have long heard that the various spells of house elves are more advanced than human wizards, and it is true...

Roasted Chicken nodded slowly, then suddenly smiled again: "It's kind of interesting."

As soon as it finished speaking, there was a "bang", Kreacher appeared again, this time at Hermione's feet, rushing to grab the locket from her hand like crazy—

"Ah—————————————————————————————" It suddenly uttered an extremely shrill cry.

Tom's eyes widened.The trance that had just surged up in his heart completely subsided at this moment—that silly big yellow chicken spewed out a small fire at this moment, which was obviously not as big as a candle, but the fire was so surging...

——Just staring at the fire, he felt a shock in his heart, and a shudder came from his soul!

Roasted Chicken scratched Kreacher whose butt was blackened and tearing from pain, and dragged it to his feet again.

"Sure enough, she's an annoying little fairy!" Big Yellow Chicken exclaimed, "I told you not to struggle, to be lenient when confessing, and to be strict when resisting..."

"Where did you learn these words?" Hermione looked at it with disgust.

"It's all the books you bought in Hong Kong!!! Don't you know!!! My master is so out of step with the times! It hurts so much! Hey——you can still run like this?!"

With a "bang", Kreacher disappeared again.This time Hermione only felt that the magic power in the air fluctuated suddenly, a wall of air rose around her, and the space around her immediately distorted——

Tom looked around vigilantly, his heart was still being pulled by the fire spit out by the roast chicken just now, and it was beating fast... Countless voices shouted in his heart to run away... wanting him to run away from Hermione as soon as possible...

But he knows he can't... can't... voluntarily or not...

"Spatial magic?" Hermione nodded without changing her face, "The house elves are pretty good. I don't know how they were tamed by wizards back then?"

"Give it back to me! Give me back the little master's things—!" The shrill cry sounded again, and in the distorted space, Hermione seemed to be immobilized, and a pair of sharp hands were about to pinch her. neck--

However, at that moment, Kreacher suddenly felt a powerful pressure coming over him, which made his heart unable to beat.

It fell to its knees with a bang, clutching its chest with tears streaming down its face, shaking its head desperately, struggling hard, unable to speak...

But the roast chicken slowly walked over, kicked it, and shook his head again: "Hey, I told you not to move, why are you so disobedient? Master, I feel that I don't want to engage in this kind of torture anymore Goblin! ╮(╯▽╰)╭”

There was also a palpitation in Tom's chest.Just now, he knew that this stupid-looking big yellow chicken released an incomparably shocking coercion. At that moment, the coercion suddenly broke the barrier of the house-elf, and it seemed that all spirits were bowing down...

And Hermione didn't move her finger during this process!

"Return...return..." Kreacher was at a loss for words.Half of its body was burned by the Phoenix Divine Fire, its heart was almost shattered, and its whole body was miserable, but it was still struggling intermittently: "That's the little master... I bought it with my life..."

Hermione's expression changed suddenly: "What did you say?"

"I beg you...powerful...Miss...that's what the little master bought with his life...that's what the little master...left for Kreacher..."

Hermione pondered for a moment, then stuffed it with a fragrant elixir: "You tell the truth, don't try to attack me again."

Kreacher sobbed and swallowed the elixir.The broken tendons were quickly repaired, the magic core gradually gathered again, and the body had strength again—this time it finally learned how to behave, knowing that Hermione had the ability to heal itself and to crush herself to death again.

Sobbing and trembling, it told Regulus' past events one by one under Hermione's constant questioning.

silence.

The room was silent.

Tom felt his blood froze in an instant.No... I was originally a lotus flower, did he have blood?

He never expected that his Horcrux... No, for him, it was another self, and it was actually placed by the strait in his memory...

"Is that so?" Hermione murmured, "Reculus Black, wasn't he secretly executed by Voldemort? He didn't want to be a Death Eater, he died for justice..."

"The little master told Kreacher to destroy this locket! But Kreacher can't do it!" Kreacher burst into tears, "Kreacher... at least Kreacher can't let it fall into other people's hands..."

Hermione glanced at it: "I see. What if I could destroy it?"

Kreacher stopped crying suddenly, stared at Hermione with bulbous eyes.

Hermione shook her head and sighed again: "So I blamed you... You are also a loyal house elf. Why don't we go and bring back Regulus' body?"

The cold wind howled over the cliffs where the waves lapped.Tom's face was almost blown to the bone, but he was still looking around blankly, feeling groggy.

At some point, Hermione threw a large roll of scarves - the kind with oversized fur hats attached - and wrapped him up like a little Winnie the Pooh.He felt uncomfortable, but he was wrapped by her in a daze, and walked down the cliff along the old road under his feet, with the sound of heavy waves in his ears.

"It's here..." Kreacher's physical strength is really good. After being burned by the roast chicken once, his heart was shattered. Although he had just been connected—— he was still able to continue to apparate them. After the incident, he was just panting , The strength is not lost to Dumbledore.

Hermione nodded, looking at the strait 60 years ago, with all kinds of emotions in her mind, but she just nodded calmly.

She squeezed Tom's palm tightly, and felt that the child's fingers were cold, and she couldn't warm it no matter how much she covered it.

"Need...bloodletting. At that time, little master..." Kreacher pointed at the mechanism on the cliff, wiping away tears.

"Okay, Kreacher, don't cry yet. If you follow what you said, I will find your master from a pile of corpses later." Hermione looked at the cliff in front of her, raised her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Stand farther away first."

Tom came back and realized she was talking to him.

In a daze, he buried his face in the thick plush scarf hat and took a few steps back, but he almost lost his footing and fell—the touch of the stone floor was still the same as when he was six years old.

Cold winds, dark nights, and rough seas.

Only the sword intent all over the sky is the only brilliance in the sky!

He watched Hermione's sword bursting out with a sharp golden sword intent, unstoppable. That figure overlapped infinitely with the seaside 60 years ago, as if in the past and present, a figure that could only be gazed at forever...

--boom!

——Feng Ming Nine Heavens, Excalibur Punishes Evil!

The sword intent is released flatly, sweeping away all evil in the world.Within a moment, the blood sacrifice mechanism suddenly collapsed!

Roasted Chicken flapped its wings and said with a smile: "Master, your sword is not fast enough. According to my observation, it is 0.002 seconds slower than the average - ouch, ouch, don't pull your hair, go in, it's cold outside... ..."

Holding the sword, Hermione turned to the stunned Kreacher and said, "Come in. There's no need for bloodletting."

——Blood sacrifice method?Set up a lot of curses, you have to see blood to enter the forbidden area?

--joke!

In the world of comprehension, the last thing monks like to play is to follow the rules.For example, if you enter a forbidden place, you have to queue up, and if you play a martial arts ranking match, you have to sort things out according to your seniority... Wrong, wrong, wrong!In the vast world, the most practical way is to those who can get it!

——The Blood Sacrifice method certainly has its reasons, but since it can be directly destroyed, why not just open the door and enter?

——Voldemort's imagination is really poor...

Entering the secluded cave, the roasted chicken couldn't help yelling: "I'm going to go, it's even colder in here? It's still filled with the smell that I hate the most..."

It flew up and down in a circle, stared at the green lake and sighed: "There are so many ghost corpses, what a crime. It must be done by a very murderous ghost. How about letting me burn them?"

Hermione patted it on the head: "You wait first - Kreacher, you go find your master."

Tom stood where he was, displeased.This was originally the most beautiful and romantic place in his memory, full of hope and redemption... But now, it is full of countless sinister black magic...

What did he become like afterward?

"Come here." Hermione noticed his expression, took his hand naturally, and boarded the boat together.

The boat was floating in the faint green lake, and Hermione sat in front of him, holding his cold palm tightly.But the temperature did not reach his heart at all, and Tom felt cold all over.

The roast chicken kept jumping up and down, and said a little grumpily: "Hey, did you find the little fairy? Find it quickly, I must quickly burn this lake that killed Matt..."

"Woooo... Kreacher is not a goblin, but a house-elf..."

"Is there a difference? By the way, have you found it—"

After all, the lake is too big.They went around but still couldn't find it, and the corpse at the bottom of the lake couldn't be seen clearly.Hermione frowned and said, "Why don't we go ashore and get the things first. You all follow."

On the small island in the middle of the lake, at the bottom of the faint green liquid, there is a shiny silver locket in full bloom.

"This is what the little master put in!" Kreacher shouted.

Hermione nodded and looked at the time: "It's been less than 15 minutes since we came out, and the efficiency is not bad—but maybe Fred or George will come to us at any time, so we need to speed up."

As she spoke, she raised her hand suddenly, and the pot of liquid that could not be moved was dragged up heavily!

The liquid glowed with poisonous light, she didn't even look at it, she even stuffed the basin with poisonous water into a space ring——

At this moment, a drastic change occurred!

Countless Yin corpses at the bottom of the lake suddenly seemed to be awakened, they floated up from the bottom of the lake with a hoarse roar, waved their stiff arms, and rushed towards them crazily——

"Good time! Kreacher, see who is your master!"

Hermione laughed loudly, held the sword in her hand, and thrust it into the ground in front of her with a bang, with a heavy sword intent, she suddenly slashed in all directions!