HP Hermione's Phoenix

Nascent Soul Dharma Phase is to refine Qi and transform into God, forming a second fetus.

The Dharma is invisible, but all the people present are pregnant with extraordinary people. They saw the nascent baby float into the air, giving birth to a dazzling brilliance, and then gradually sank into Regulus' eyebrows——

In an instant, the light in the room returned to silence, Hermione's eyes were closed tightly, and she did not move any more, she was actually in meditation.

The wind blows the sand, the sky is dark and the ground is dark.

Hermione opened her eyes, and she was already in another secret place, with only a desolate yellow hill in front of her.

She glanced at the Fengming Sword in her hand, and she knew clearly: Is it in the realm of demons?I see.

She and the natal sword have long been united in mind, the Nascent Soul came out of the body, and the sword soul also came to this small world with the Nascent Soul.

Regulus had been sleeping at the bottom of the lake for many years, soaked in corpse poison, and his soul was greatly affected by the sinister aura in the cave lake. He might not be awakened by ordinary techniques, so Hermione had to kill the haunting demon for him!

——This place is not anywhere else, it is exactly where Regulus altar is!

——What's more... She also wants to see if he still has the heart to struggle for survival?

If there is no desire to survive, not to mention cutting off demonic obstacles, even if others have worked hard to save them, medicine and stones will be useless.

She walked through the yellow sand and walked up the mountainside quietly.

No need to walk a few steps, there is nothing on this desolate mountain, not even vegetation, only a black-haired young man, panting and pushing up the stone.

"Reculus?" she called.

The young man turned around.Looking back, Hermione couldn't help being startled, what a pair of complex and pure eyes, the contours are so similar to Sirius, but the eyes are full of other struggling things, the noble and elegant nose tubes are straight down, looking a little arrogant—— — Only the corners of his fragile mouth betrayed his heart.

He glanced at Hermione, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly said, "Hello...I'm sorry, I still have to push this stone to the top of the mountain."

His body was still that of a young man, with thin trouser legs exposed under the long black robe. Caucasians usually have big bones. The gap between youth and boyhood was very obvious. Hermione was always worried that his thin waist would be broken.

Sure enough, within two steps, the stone slid down, and he fell down with the stone.

Regulus pushed it out of breath, reached out to wipe his sweat, sighed, and continued to push up.

Hermione stopped him: "This rock can never be pushed to the top of the mountain, and it will automatically fall when it reaches the middle. Why do you push it?"

There was a hint of desolation at the corner of his mouth: "Because this is my fate."

Hermione couldn't help laughing: "I came here, and I don't know how many people have said this to me."

Regulus shook his head sadly again: "You don't know... this is my fate, and it's not my fate alone. What I bear is the entire Black family..."

He muttered, hugging the stone tightly, his whole body was sweaty from the beating, but he trembled when the wind blew, extremely miserable.

"So the Black family is bound to fall?" Hermione smiled, "Don't you still have an older brother?"

He was silent, as if caught in a long memory.Hermione watched him quietly.

After a while, he didn't seem to be able to figure it out, but continued to shake his head sadly: "You go. No matter whether the stone falls or not, I will push it up..."

"Ha! Since I can't go to the top of the mountain, why don't you let the top of the mountain come to me?" Hermione smiled and raised her long sword, and shouted: "Since the mountain has no eyes, I will help you find a better way—give me break!"

She jumped up out of thin air, and the Fengming Sword was raised high above her head, and that destructive force smashed down heavily like mountains and seas!

--boom!

- Boom!

Regulus's vision blurred, but he felt that the huge boulder in his hand was no longer under control, rolling towards the depression in front of him - and when he took a closer look, this unattainable and desolate mountain was actually split open by her!

The rocks kept falling, crashing into the dust—where is the top of the mountain? !The top of the mountain has been cut into a basin by her!

——Boom!The boulder made a few noises, and finally rolled to the original mountain top. Just now, the landslide and the ground cracked, and the rocks continued to collapse. Only when the last boulder returned to its place did the ground crack be filled.

——Since I can't go to the top of the mountain, why don't you let the top of the mountain come to me?

When Regulus heard the words, his heart suddenly became clear, as if he had been enlightened!

--it is good!

Hermione's sword was so wild that it made her sexually aroused. Then she put away her sword, looked at the collapsed mountain top in front of her, and couldn't help but think to herself, in ancient times, someone split the mountain to save his mother, and someone broke the forbidden spell to save the apprentice who was crushed under the mountain... Now I cut it After climbing this mountain, if he can break the demons of Second Young Master Lei, it will definitely be a meritorious deed.

She stared at Regulus with piercing eyes, and shouted: "Why are you still detained here? Regulus Black, wake up quickly!"

--when!

Regulus opened his eyes suddenly, the inside of the crystal coffin was extremely cold, someone's tears fell on him in a trance.

"Little master...! Little master, you are awake!!!" Kreacher burst into tears uncontrollably, trembling around him...

Hermione's eyes slowly opened, and after a breath adjustment, the Nascent Soul returned to its position successfully.

She spoke again, with a majestic tone in her tone: "Kreacher, don't get too excited. Your master hasn't opened his eyes for more than ten years, and he may not be quite used to it yet."

Kreacher wiped away his tears immediately, and looked at him sadly but excitedly.

——Am I... awake?

--here is……

Regulus stared at the ceiling in a daze.He found himself trying to move his arm, but he couldn't move a finger.The color of the room is extremely dark, with faint fireflies floating, the atmosphere is strange, but there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

He tried hard to speak, but found that he couldn't say a word.Kreacher stared at him, looking like he was about to cry again.

Hermione sat at the side and said slowly: "Regulus, you haven't used this body for about 13 years. Your vocal cords, joints, and nerves have all stagnated for more than 13 years. Only by working hard can you recover. I only cleared the altar for you, and there is still corpse poison in your body."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the boy in the crystal coffin move slowly—he seemed to have tried his best to move, and what moved was only his trembling lips...

"Th... Than... kyou..."

The face of the 19-year-old still remained, and he blurted out almost silently, but without question.

The moment his voice fell, Hermione suddenly saw that there was another pure and soothing air of good fortune in the air, descending on her.She quickly closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing again. After a few weeks passed, good fortune was tightly stored in her dantian, and when she opened her eyes again, the weather was different from before.

"Congratulations to the master for resolving another injustice and being a good person again! It really touched Britain!" Roast Chicken stared at the side, and said with a smile: "His corpse can be moved after the poison is cleared? Why don't you hurry up as soon as possible—? "

"No." Hermione stood up thoughtfully, took out the brass key, and opened the small suitcase that had been tightly closed behind her.

Tom was still wet in the water, his shirt showing his chest.

He stared silently at Hermione with those dark eyes.The increasingly delicate face was glistening with water, exuding a cool fragrance.

"Get up." Hermione turned her head away from him, "You also have a part in saving lives."

"Oh..." With a bang, he stood up from the crystal coffin wetly, and his words seemed to be filled with cold fragrance: "What can I do?"

Hermione didn't look at him, but the roast chicken couldn't help squinting her eyes, and grumbled: "Short oil... dear master brother, you are in such a good shape, master, do you know? Oh, oh, oh, don't pull, don't pull—— "

Hermione was a little embarrassed, coughed, and threw a bath towel over: "Wipe the water dry first."

Tom wrapped himself expressionlessly, only revealing a small taupe-colored face, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see clearly what he was thinking.

Hermione looked at him, and suddenly felt a headache in her heart - she shook her head: "Let's go to the study and talk. Hai Erbo, you watch outside."

Hai Erbo nodded dully, and slowly approached, floating above Regulus.

Regulus was shocked immediately: Nagini! Lord! ...no, it's not Nagini, it's a much bigger snake...

The basilisk didn't look at him, but dragged its long, long body to surround him and Kreacher.

"...Always, this is the case. Do you understand?" In Slytherin's study, Hermione looked at the dark-haired boy.

— before he knew it, he had grown so fast that he was almost catching up with Harry.Is it the reason why you don't go back to the dormitory every night and insist on soaking in water?

——Now I can’t use the word “little boy” to describe it…

He nodded, his eyes still deep: "What do you need me to do?"

Hermione said patiently: "It's easy if you're willing to do it. This man was once considered your subordinate... His dead body is still poisoned and needs to be detoxified. And you are a lotus flower body, the lotus flower is extremely clean, and it can calm down the poison. only you--"

Tom's mind exploded.Many self-defeating, gloomy and sad thoughts welled up in his mind.

——That’s right, I’ve done all kinds of bad things, so I can’t compare to that big hero outside…

——I am just a lotus root...

Before Hermione could finish her sentence, she suddenly felt a great resentment coming from the opposite side. Tom looked at herself with almost a cloud of clouds——she asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with you?"

Tom's heart ached, and he said without thinking, "It's up to you! Kill it or cut it up—"

Hermione almost laughed: "What are you thinking?! I just said I need a few tears from you."

Tom: "..."

He looked at her for a while, and finally turned his head away in annoyance.

Hermione shook her head, and changed her words: "Don't talk about this. I went to Black's house this time, it was for this thing... Unexpectedly, it didn't take much effort..."

She spread out her palm, and the silver pendant box shone brightly.

Tom turned his head, his chest thumped uncontrollably again...

"Sure enough." She lowered her heavy eyes and said lightly, "I think you should also know that this thing is... of the same kind as you."

The room fell into silence.Tom heard his own breathing rising and falling, and his voice was very hoarse: "I... know..."

She looked up at him with a calm expression: "I am looking for this thing, in fact, it is for you. Your soul is incomplete, which is a serious problem. Although you are born with a lotus flower, you can slowly nourish your soul... It's just that the wizard has the most important spiritual power. , if you insist on practicing that spell, I'm afraid it will hurt the root."

He lowered his head and listened slowly, the emotion in his chest turned into a trickling stream, flowing through his heart.

"...Although this is not the main soul, it's just that your soul can make up a little bit. The more complete the soul, the more perfect the spirit will be. Would you like it?"

Hermione heard him suddenly look up and say, "If you fuse this... then am I still me?"

She couldn't help laughing: "What are you talking about? This is you in the first place."

But when she looked up, she saw Tom looking at her with a very sad, almost desperate expression.His dark eyes were full of sparkle at this moment, and Hermione couldn't help but think of the moment when she dug him out of the deep cold spring.

She heard him say in a low voice, "I don't want...to be like him."

Countless voices flashed through his mind, and he almost yelled out—but in the end he couldn't yell out anything.He just thought sadly, I've changed so much since then... What exactly have I become?

- Will I...

——Have you forgotten the sunrise on that strait?Will I not remember my most wanted dream...

Hermione sighed softly when she heard the words: "You won't... Besides, you are worrying too much. I'm not saying to integrate it now. It will become his by fusing another soul piece."

"……Um."

"Besides, there is me. I won't watch you become him." Hermione smiled, and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry. Since you are willing to think that he is not good, you have With a reflective heart, I will never become him again—”

He was in a trance, and when he heard her promise, he felt a heat in his chest, nodded and agreed: "Okay."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that.Carrying another soul piece, she thought to herself that since he was planted by me, he has always been eccentric and elusive—even worse than when he was a child.Could it be that he was so awkward because his soul was split?

——In this case, when I make up for him, maybe this young man in his prime will heal automatically.

The author has something to say: Speaking of Brother Regulus

There is basically a convention in many articles, that is, the second brother Lei cannot die

I have seen many of them myself. In short, basically, the resurrection of the second brother Lei is relatively common.

Although it is common, I also intend to follow the common

The soul of the professor returned to Lihentian, Xiaolong shed tears of lovesickness;

The beautiful woman has been in the lake for decades, crying to the Snake Court is even more mournful...

Is it necessary to have these depressing sections of forty chapters after HP?

Of course, no need!