HP Hermione's Phoenix

After a short New Year's holiday, Lucius was ready to go back to work in the ministry.

In fact, theoretically speaking, he can stay out of his job at all - after a year of crazy money-absorbing, he has just been announced by the annual list of "Wizard Weekly" to overthrow Nick Flamel, officially becoming the richest man in the British wizarding world.

But out of a prudent attitude, in order to clean up his crimes more thoroughly, he is willing to expose himself to the public at all times, even with the image of a coquettish local tyrant, rather than the noble, glamorous and secluded aristocrats of traditional ancient aristocratic families. The image of a dark wizard, he even listened to Hermione's advice, insisted on updating his account every day, and didn't intentionally create a sense of mystery... So, now he has become an Internet celebrity in the local area network.

Like now, for instance, he lolls down from his bedroom, his face washed with the finest milk from a French calf, his silk dressing gown draped limply over his abs—yes, Lucius has abs , the men of the Malfoy family must get the best, including NiceBody, he feels that he is more fit than Severus Ken...

He sat casually on the white dining chair, sliding the terminal with one hand, and twirling the small fruit on the table with the other, looking at his update yesterday:

[Lucius: Spend the New Year with St. Mungo's Foundation. [Picture] Confirm that the donated [-] Galleons will be used in the right place [Happy] [Happy]】

According to Hermione, it pays to have this image in the public eye for a long time.

He thought so too, but he always felt something was wrong after reading the comments:

[Bertha Jorkins: Damn it! !Tyrants please be friends with me! ! ! 】

[Stan Sampak: Upstairs! !Tyrants please be friends with me! ! 】

[Tom Abbott: The local tyrant has been updated again! ! ! [Envy] [Envy] [Envy] [Envy]]

【Vivian Romesta: Merlin! !Mr. Malfoy's skin is always so enviable (﹃)]

【Gardina Froome: Mr. Malfoy's hair is always so enviable (﹃)】

[Mundungus Fletcher: Advertise in the front row, imported crucible, original order, 30% cheaper than the market price, private message me if you want~~~~]

[Elena Mokin: Upstairs is illegally reselling again! !The last time you wholesaled a batch of low-quality leather goods, I haven't settled with you yet! !But first ask Mr. Malfoy's cosmetics brand (﹃)]

[Doris Crockford: No need to talk upstairs! !Of course it was produced by Mr. Snape, the potion master [envy] [envy]]

[Rita Skeeter: What does Mr. Malfoy think of Mr. Ivan Dillonsby's claim that you have embezzled his discovery?Does the Malfoy family really have all the rights to LAN and the Magic Terminal? 】

[Florin Fusco: Let’s advertise together, the new winter hot drink of Florin Dessert Shop is now on sale~~~!Limit two purchases per person per day~~ The first [-] people will get a [-]% discount! 】

【Mary Elizabeth Cattermole: Even though I'm married, I'm still so excited~~（﹃）】

……

——What kind of reply is this? I'll go!

——Is there no one to thank myself!

No one stood up and said: "Thank you for your outstanding contribution to the magic world! Pure blood nobles are the highest, oh yes! We no longer doubt that you are a Death Eater!..."

Since the opening of the LAN for a month, Lucius has always looked at his skyrocketing bank account and was overjoyed; he also watched all kinds of (nympho) comments on his photos from other people on the Internet, the corners of his mouth twitched, unable to express... …

At this time, there was a sudden noise at the door of the spacious restaurant.Lucius put down the terminal, stretched his waist, and said lazily and somewhat surprised: "CeCe, what is this?"

Narcissa got up earlier than him. She had already put on her silk and morning clothes, and she was full of energy directing the house elf to move an oversized box into the living room.

"Who knows." She shrugged. "Hermione sent it, saying it was a New Year's gift for our family."

"Oh?" Lucius walked over with a small coffee cup and kissed his wife on the cheek: "Is it time to give a New Year's gift?...The New Year's holiday is over."

He remembered with lingering fear the presents Hermione and Snape gave him this Christmas.It seems that since a certain day, these two people have fallen in love with making fun of themselves...

Narcissa said: "She sent me an internal letter and asked me to open it myself. She said that although it was given to our family, I should be very happy to read it... I really want to know what it is."

Lucius immediately looked at the box vigilantly: "Maybe it's a prank, I can't believe it."

Narcissa smiled lightly, and patted her husband's abdomen: "You... put on your clothes. I'm going to work soon."

Lucius immediately said proudly: "What, your husband and I are not in good shape?..."

The house-elves watched the couple resume their daily conversation, and left with a smirk.

Narcissa squatted down and opened the box with a smile... The moment she opened it, she froze suddenly, and the handkerchief in her hand fell off.

"Ray...Rael!"

She was startled, and then she felt ecstatically sad and ecstatic, and tears fell instantly.

The 19-year-old Regulus was lying in a crystal coffin, neatly dressed, with his hands on his stomach, as if there were still white flowers on his chest, he opened his lips with difficulty, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Sister... sister."

He turned his head with difficulty again, and slowly looked at Lucius with clear eyes: "Sister...brother-in-law."

Lucius lost his grip on the cup, and the coffee spilled on the floor.

At this moment of great sorrow and joy in life, the reunion of missing relatives, and the reunion of heroes... He suddenly remembered something!

——Damn, I haven't put on my clothes yet!

The corners of Hermione's mouth curled up slightly, and she sat upright in the study of the Room of Requirement, holding the silver locket in one hand, and continuously spraying purifying air on it with the other, which has been going on for a full twelve hours.

Hogwarts held up the small crystal tablet next to her, and read aloud: "Oh, your private messages are going to be full!——What the hell is going on?! What did you do?! Why didn't you talk to me first when Rael came back? Say it?! What happened to sending it to my house as a gift?! This is a shock! ——by Lucius."

"CeCe and I are really happy...but, come on, Merlin, what the hell is going on?!"

"... After all, why didn't you tell me first?! Please reply!!!"

"...I have already asked for a day off from the Ministry, and I hope to clarify this matter in time!"

"Does Draco know about this? I wish you were in Sev's office now—"

"Okay, okay. I know you probably haven't seen the text. I've heard Rael talk about it, he's not doing well right now, and he's having trouble speaking, but I still kind of get it...Thank you, On behalf of the Malfoy family, and I'm sure I can also thank you on behalf of the Black family. Aunt Walburga will be delighted."

"Does Sirius know about this? Haven't you told the others yet? And..."

……

Hogwarts swipe across Hermione's terminal, and sighed, "Ah, Lucius is scared by you. However, Regulus just came back, how do you plan to deal with the follow-up matters? "

Hermione carefully looked at the locket that was constantly being purified in her hand, and said with all her concentration: "Why do I have to deal with it? This is their family's business. What's more, celebrities like Lucius, Internet celebrities and uncles of the neighborhood committee, don't Is that the one responsible for handling this kind of thing?"

Hogwarts blinked: "That's right."

It wags its head and walks out of the window, tiptoes - the villain of the castle is now much taller than before, and can reach the window with tiptoes - said quietly: "Now, you only see Tom to make up for your soul." Only the little locket in front of you. It's been twelve hours, and you haven't even touched it."

Hermione turned the locket gently, and said with a smile, "Has Tom gone to class?"

"Of course. He is the one who is going to skip a grade!" Castle sighed, "And you are the one who plans to miss classes at the beginning of the new semester..."

"Dumbledore will be touched by my absence for the sake of love and true justice," she said solemnly.

"Really?"

"of course."

"Ah——" Castle jumped up and stretched his waist: "Things are getting better and better. It feels like all the bad things have been solved, and you will be more and more free after that... "

"How is it possible." Hermione continued to stare at the qi in her hand, "I said before that I would completely transform and upgrade your Marauder's Map, don't you remember?"

"Uh……"

"A map without a search function, unable to block too dense names, and unable to identify strangers, can this be called a Marauder's Map?"

"Uh...this..."

"What if someone breaks in again next time?! This major hidden danger must be resolved, and the surroundings of the school must be arranged as soon as possible."

"Um……"

"After solving the map problem, a new campus navigation system can appear. You can't always rely on portraits and ghosts to guide you, especially when encountering mischievous portraits and ghosts. Many people on the campus have complained about Sir Cadogan. ..."

"yes……"

"After that, I plan to equip the terminal with a new game, an action game, and it would be best to build a large-scale virtual battle platform to achieve multiplayer online - I'm afraid you will find it difficult, if you can find another one in Britain The elf tree is used to separately calculate the data exchange of the virtual platform..."

"Wait, Hermione," interrupted Hogwarts, "have you ever thought about, er, anything outside of work?"

"What do you mean?"

"...for example, likegirls, haveacupofteawithsomeone..."

"what?"

"I'm serious!" Castle looked at her gossipingly, blinking her starry eyes.

Hermione didn't even roll her eyes, and laughed dumbly: "Shouldn't you take the initiative to persuade Snape first? He is the older unmarried young man who needs to be saved!"

Castle pursed his lips, looking at her a little downcastly.

"And Dumbledore, this old unmarried man..." She frowned suddenly as she spoke, and muttered to herself: "Dumbledore, I've always wondered... what happened that day? Could it be that he once Have you seen Godric Gryffindor? It's not like..."

She continued to stare at the small locket and asked, "What do you think is the secret behind Dumbledore?"

Hogwarts spread his hands: "Albus? He is a lonely child."

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched: "Well, I know...you are too broad-minded. You have a kind, forgiving, and never-refusing heart to all students. You always answer this when you ask anyone..."

"No!" Castle looked up at her earnestly, "I really felt the loneliness of Albus. With him becoming the headmaster, it seems that every day in the past few decades, he is better than before. It's getting lonelier and more painful. I probably won't grow old, but Albus is getting older day by day."

"……is that so?"

Hermione wondered, why is Dumbledore described as such...Little fresh in literature and art...This feeling is too chilling...

"Yeah... do you know how his hair turned gray before?" the castle said, "it was 50 years ago... well, more than 40 years ago, he represented the British wizarding world to fight against the former Dark Lord, Grindel Waugh's duel... At that time, he was actually forced to go, and no one in the whole of Britain was willing to stand up. Everyone thought that he might never come back... But at that time, he just went there , came back to the pinnacle of glory, and then took over as the headmaster... Before that, he looked almost the same as now. After that battle, his hair was all white."

"Is that so?" Hermione was taken aback. "A wizard's hair is closely related to magic power. Could it be that his magic core was damaged in the duel?"

"Many people guessed that. But no one dared to challenge him. He had already stepped onto the altar of Britain alone. The German Dark Lord withdrew from the strait and never invaded Britain."

Hermione was lost in thought again.She has competed with Dumbledore herself, and she knows very well that Dumbledore is definitely not damaged by the magic core. He must have... been stimulated by some kind?I was physically and mentally exhausted overnight, and then I was beaten back by myself 50 years later...

What happened in the duel field with the former Dark Lord?How strange.

First day of school, after dinner.

Tom was thinking about going to another empty classroom to practice, but at this moment his terminal suddenly dinged:

【Hermione: It's almost there, come here quickly. 】

As soon as he got excited, he turned around and ran into the secret room.

Haierbo and Hogwarts were all squatting upright in the hall, and roast chickens were flying around.Hermione stood beside the crystal coffin that had been replaced with a new cold spring, wrapped around the silver locket in her hand, and said with a smile, "Come here."

He put down his schoolbag, looked at the empty hall, and couldn't help but be taken aback: "...Where is... Regulus Black?"

"I sent him back to their home. He is naturally under the care of his family. You lie down first."

Tom was disturbed, and soaked himself in the cold spring.

Although I grew out of this cold liquid, every time I lay down in it, there was a biting chill that abandoned everything...

Hermione looked at his face quietly, like a doctor on the operating table: "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"Are you ready to accept another self?"

"Um……"

She cautioned again: "I should have almost purified the evil spirit in this piece of soul. However, although you are one body, but you have been separated for a long time, it is inevitable that you will feel uncomfortable... If you feel uncomfortable, you must Tell me right now."

"Okay." He lay quietly in the water, looking up at her, feeling as if his heart was also floating in the water, not touching the ground.

She stopped talking, and everyone held their breath, watching her sacrifice the Nascent Soul again, and the Nascent Soul came out of her body, waving her hand as if pulling out something from that small pendant box, pinching something that was struggling .

Different from the piece of soul that was damaged to the point of madness in front of Harry's forehead, this piece of soul is rich and full, and seems to be full of emotion.It writhed and struggled repeatedly in the hands of her second minister, but it didn't make that shrill cry at all.

"Okay." In the air, her Nascent Soul nodded, although her body was small but her attitude was extraordinary, she waved her hand and said loudly: "Go!"

As soon as her words fell, the Nascent Soul and the Soul Piece turned into a brilliance, and penetrated into the center of his brow!

Tom felt his brain explode instantly.Countless memories and emotions surged endlessly. He was holding his breath, but at this moment his chest was heaving infinitely...

After a while, Hermione suddenly opened her eyes!

The Nascent Soul returned to its place, and the true energy returned to calm.She looked at Tom lying in the cold spring quietly: "How do you feel?"

She said this, but suddenly felt a stagnation in her heart.She secretly thought it was not good, could it be that something went wrong with the soul replenishment this time? !She was clearly supposed to be stable, and she was even cautious, afraid of hurting his roots, and even directly sacrificed Nascent Soul...

But Tom opened his eyes quickly, and he replied reassuringly, "I'm fine."

He sat up, water splashing down his face, eyes and hair, looking straight at Hermione.

Hermione looked at him: "Are you really okay?"

He blinked those black, twinkling eyes lightly, and his tone was in a trance, but full of gorgeousness and elegance, which made Hermione think of Salazar Slytherin for a moment—

"I'm really fine. Just some memories coming together."

"Oh... is it... that's good..." Hermione's scalp was slightly numb from that look.

At this time, his face is still that of a boy, but his temperament is no longer that of a boy.Those eyes are no longer lonely and melancholy deep pools, but like summer Avalon lakes, the shimmering luster seems to be full of strong emotions that have been suppressed for centuries.

Tom gave her a deep look, and stood up slowly.He didn't even move as stiffly as before, he looked very natural, yet elegant: "I'm back here...Hogwarts...I'm back."

He closed his eyes.

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes.She began to doubt herself... How did this happen? !How come the soul in the locket is a poet? !

"You've been here all along." Hogwarts said, looking at him with relief, "but you did come back. Welcome back, Tom."

Tom knelt down on one knee, looked straight at the villain in the castle, and said with a voice like a violin, "Thank you, Hogwarts... I'm very happy."

"And Haierbo... thank you. Thank you for always taking care of me." He hissed up at the lumbering basilisk.

"Finally you... Hermione... thank you." He turned, looking straight at her, eyes and body, as if sighing.

"Uh..." Hermione was full of doubts.

But he immediately said something with a hint of sadness: "Hermione, I am no longer who I was before... Will you still help me and accept me as always?"

Hermione was a little ashamed: "What are you talking about? You are who you are."

He nodded and said quietly: "I see...I want to go out for a walk by myself and have a look at this castle."

He took out his wand, cast a dry spell on himself casually, and walked gracefully out of the chamber.

The moment he walked out of the gate, at the corner where no one noticed, Tom slammed onto the wall, clutching his chest tightly!

The boiling blood seems to be gushing out from the body of the lotus root, something is tearing in the brain, the Soul Sea Lingtai is like a devil and an angel are fighting...

He knelt down on the ground uncontrollably, struggling desperately—however, what was going to happen would happen in the end, and when he opened his eyes again, everything had changed.

The red eyes suddenly opened in the dark night, and the young demon king gently raised his hand, stroking the castle that he had been away for many years.

"Yes... I'm back..." he murmured, with a cruel smile on his lips.