HP Hermione's Phoenix

Tom stared blankly at the man in front of him.

He came from the void and stood in front of himself like a mirror.

—why a mirror,

Because it is said that even the most common mirror in the world can beautify yourself by 20% psychologically.

—but no no...

Is that the Mirror of Erised, It shows no this face but the heart desires...

When the other party spoke, he suddenly understood.That's a real person.A person who is magnificent, born noble and not only noble in blood, never fell from the clouds, and finally returned to the clouds.

No matter how high he raised his hand when he was young, he couldn't touch the sky high above the sky.

Another soul piece kept churning, and the memories of his previous life and future life flooded up. After graduation, he wandered around in this world, making friends with nobles, and deceiving—of course he is a nobleman, yes, he has the blood of Slytherin, But nobles are also divided into three, six, and nine classes. He can't tell others about his shameful life experience, so he can only change his name...

No matter how much he learned, how much French and etiquette, he couldn't completely defeat him in terms of momentum as soon as he appeared like the other party.

The other party was sitting on the throne, looking at him with great interest, and there was a glimmer of understanding in his green eyes.Yes, he knows.He knew he was ashamed.

"Sit down, Tom. I've wanted to see you for a long time."

He stubbornly raised his head, and heard his voice trembling slightly: "You are..."

Suddenly, something ran over behind the thick foggy throne.The other party groaned, and the noble and dignified aura was suddenly disturbed—the man with black hair and green eyes smiled, reached out and grabbed the little lion's neck, and put it on his lap: "Just look at it!" Come on, don't move-"

It was the green-eyed man's pet.It turned out to be a lion -- golden all over, like a little sun, looking at him very proudly.

For a moment, black hair, green eyes and golden eyes intersected each other, this picture was so familiar - the thoughts in Tom's mind flashed like lightning, the portraits sealed for thousands of years behind the curtain, the four founders -

He yelled in disbelief: "You're Salazar Slytherin!!!"

Salazar nodded calmly, raised the hand wearing the heavy black spar ring to support his chin, and forcibly held down the howling little lion with the other hand, smiling a bit cunningly: "Then, you know What do you want to say to me?"

Tom's brain exploded.He had done a lot of things under the name Slytherin, and there were many cries, struggles, many resentments in his mind at this moment... but it was all his own.

After all this dissipated, the only old photo appeared in his mind inexplicably.Merope Gunter, only 18 years old in the photo, at the same age, but only dull and depressed about life in his eyes.

——I just wanted to say...why?

——How do you like giving birth to me?Why bother killing me?

He raised his head slowly, and asked slowly: "Nothing...but, what I have lived for?"

At this moment, in the last hall of Wanling, he finally asked his ancestors the deepest and most painful words.

For a long time, the soul has been wandering around, wandering around, and finally disturbed the universe, set off a bloody storm, and even willingly fell into depravity, and was killed by the law of heaven...

——Is it for glory?

——Is it for the real dark ambition?

No, he knew there was nothing in his heart.He was just that ghost floating in the sky of Europe, who was always left with nothing but despair, and finally set Britain ablaze with the fire of despair.

"Will my juniors also ask such confused questions?" Salazar smiled condescendingly.He stroked the little lion, and the little lion groaned and rolled comfortably on his knee.

"That's right, just as you thought..." The Feathered Serpent King looked at him coldly, as if uttering the cruelest sentence: "Youlived for nothing."

Tom's heart seemed to have been hit hard again.At this moment, all emotions are not taste.

"I thought my descendants would not ask such questions." The cold and gorgeous voice suddenly approached, and when he raised his head again, Salazar suddenly walked in front of him, much taller than himself, with a lion cub in his arms Blinking and staring at himself—"Isn't this what you tried in the past? Tom, everyone's life is meaningless, and the meaning is what you find."

Tom stared at him, almost bursting out of his chest with a yell—"But why? So what if I do it again?! Am I going to be back there anyway? I know—you must know too , I don’t have that chance to do it again! That person is me, not others, not others, but the real me in my heart! I live to destroy the world...and then die! "

He roared out with all his strength, and found that there was silence in his heart.

He has never had such a moment like this moment, and he felt such a deep chill in his heart while talking.Yes, at the end of the unveiling of this destiny, he finally knew himself sadly: he is the one who destroys the world, That'smyfate.

Voldemort was him, he was Voldemort.If you don’t call it this name, it’s the same if you change it to something else——

No matter how long it took, even if he was planted from the depths of the cold spring by Hermione countless times, he still couldn't contain the mad despair in his heart, and would eventually degenerate into a demon.

If Harry was born with great luck, he was born with all the negative luck in the world.

He is sure to die.This is the truth of the operation of all destiny in the world.

Salazar looked at him gently, maybe it was his illusion, a trace of pity flashed in the noble and distant eyes of the other party: "Have you noticed it already? Heh..."

He smiled lightly, and held the cub in his arms.

"Yes." He heard himself saying word by word, "If Iamdestiobedestru, why was Iborn? Forwhat? Whyme? Whywasmymother? WhattheFXXKfate!..."

His mind was empty, and when he didn't realize it, he even yelled swear words angrily.

The little golden lion suddenly stopped moving.It lay crooked in Salazar's arms, watching Tom motionless.Tom couldn't read the lion's expression clearly, only that it kept blinking its big eyes.

Unexpectedly, in front of the Lord of Feathered Serpents who was too noble to be rude, Salazar did not get angry because of his words.

He just nodded and smiled inscrutablely: "Very good. Since you talked about fate, let's talk about fate."

In an instant, the gorgeous robe brushed against the soles of his feet, and Salazar returned to the throne, continued to prop his chin with his hands, and said distantly and mercilessly: "You were originally destined to be like this, this is the result of everything that is destined, It is the law of the power of the plane, you represent all the darkness and despair in this world, and the darkness will be born, and will be destroyed by the light..."

Tom listened to his ancestor's assertion with such a heavy heart that he could hardly lift his head.

"However, in all the doomed fates, there is still a glimmer of life, and you can choose to change it yourself." Salazar said leisurely.

Tom looked up suddenly.

Salazar laughed, caressed the cub on his lap casually, and made the final sentence: "Do you want to really live? Then, make a promise with me—"

boom.

Thousands of thoughts flashed back in Tom's mind one by one, the Hall of All Souls closed instantly, the fairyland turned into darkness, the ghost fell, and the two souls returned to their places.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and Hermione was next to him, holding a raw crystal plate in her hand, engraved with a magic circle...

She raised her head instantly and looked at him calmly: "You're awake."

She pinned her long brown hair behind her ears, and helped him sit up as if nothing had happened: "Do you want something to eat?"

He almost shed tears at this sentence.Suddenly, my soul trembled, I made a promise to my ancestors this time, and there is not much time left, maybe it will be a farewell in the near future.

Fate, fate, all of this is fate—even the power he can use to resist will be sacrificed with the few remaining lives...

He suddenly raised his head, squeezed his lips tightly, and took her hand: "Hermione."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her heavy eyes to look at him.

She was also very confused and full of complications... She once said that if he became a demon, she would kill him with her own hands, but what he said before he fell into a coma was unbearable...

—Which Tom is this waking Tom now?

I saw him lightly grasping her fingertips and staring at her deeply: "I have completely merged. The me with evil thoughts was deeply suppressed by me... However, it is uncertain when it will appear again. At that time, don't hesitate, do it."

Hermione looked at him with a complicated expression, and said softly, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

The black-haired boy felt sad.He remembered the children's words he had said on the cliff by the sea: Can't wizards live forever?Then I will no longer be a wizard, I will also be a monk! ...

——Why are you not afraid?What he fears most is death...

——He only now knows that despair and hope are so sympathetic, that darkness and light are so inseparable, if fate is born for despair and destruction, then the only desire in life is to continue to live...

But before he had time to speak, Hermione stood up: "Don't say that again. I will take care of you."

He pursed his lips: "Well..."

Hermione looked at him: "How much do you remember now?"

He closed his eyes and sorted out his explosive brain: "There are many... This is me after I was ready to start forming the Death Eater team. While making this me, he made... another one. That Hedge Patch's Gold Cup."

He suddenly opened his eyes, his face changed greatly: "We can't let that golden cup fall into other people's hands, that one is probably more dangerous than this me who is suppressed by me, I have to..."

Hermione patted his face lightly and whispered, "Calm down."

After she finished speaking, she couldn't help but look at that pale face.He is still the same as before, but his temperament has changed a lot, and even his words have changed a lot.

But his face was still red.

Hermione watched and sighed: "Does your face still hurt?"

He covered his face and looked at her with dark eyes.

"Don't worry. I've confirmed it with Lucius," she said flatly. "After he gave the golden cup to the Lestrange family, they put it in before being locked in Azkaban." Gringotts. After the holiday, at worst, I'll rob a bank."

She said it as if she was going to breakfast.

But Tom couldn't help but feel relieved when she said it.Then he thought of another thing and frowned deeply: "Snape...is he alright?"

Hermione looked at him sharply, blinking her long eyelids: "He's fine. I'm glad you cared about him."

He said with some annoyance: "He is a good professor..."

Suddenly, Hermione watched him jump up suddenly, and his agility surprised her: "—but he is Dumbledore's man after all, and now I am at school, and I have to explain to Dumbledore—"

"Wait..." Hermione was taken aback, and immediately interrupted him: "You don't want to go."

"No." The black-haired boy quickly and decisively opened his small box, took out the big talking mirror in a smooth manner—and cast a silence spell on it within half a second—and then He took out a green and silver-striped tie from his little package at super fast speed.

Hermione was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that her brain's thinking slowed down by a beat...

He fastened the tie on the collar of his shirt perfectly, and put the plain black robe on his shoulders, buttoning the buttons one by one like an office worker preparing to go out—he didn't keep staring Mirror, just said lightly: "I can't ask you to explain it to me. This is what I have to do."

"Uh..." Hermione couldn't get used to seeing her younger brother who had matured frighteningly for a while, but his face was still a young boy... She turned her head and put away her absent-minded eyes: "...you tell me first, your Where did the tie come from?"

"Draco gave it for Christmas." He sounded surprisingly successful, "Every man needs a tie. Well, here I go."

"No—wait!"

Hermione stopped him without thinking.

--joke!How can you deal with that old thief Dumbledore? !

——At least I should be the first...

But the black-haired boy with a tie turned around at this time, with a tall and tall body, a silver-green tie tightly stuck around his neck, clearly still the same white shirt, and the waist is still the same, but no matter how you look at it, it's different... …

He lowered his head, his vivid eyes seemed to be full of many emotions, which made it impossible to refuse, and his voice was extremely sincere: "Trust me, Hermione... believe me, okay? I will take care of it. And Dumbledore also said , he will no longer doubt me."

Hermione looked at him suspiciously, his eyes were so close to her, so sparkling, so bold, and unyielding... Countless words seemed to flash in her mind:

——This is not my brother, this is not my brother, this is not my brother...

"Trust me once." His voice was also gorgeous and sweet, full of persuasive power: "I can't always hide under your protection... I have to be responsible for what I have done-I will soon Come back. Also, I love The Story of the Three Kingdoms you gave me for Christmas, I've heard of it, it's famous. I'll be back for it."

In the silent secret room, Hermione was still petrified when she heard the thud of Mark shoes going away...

She turned her head suddenly, and beside her, Roast Chicken, Hogwarts, and Hai Erbo, they all giggled and looked at her.

"Did you see that?" She stared at them. "...Is that still Tom?"

Roasted Chicken ignored her and chuckled slyly.

Harper hissed.

Only Hogwarts held his fists in relief and said, "Ah, Tom has grown up. I'm so happy."

"...This has completely changed me, okay! What's there to be happy about!"

"Ah... Hermione doesn't like Tom now?" Hogwarts looked at her innocently.

Hermione suddenly felt unable to communicate with the summoned beast or the artifact spirit.She took a deep breath, turned her head and faced the gorgeous mirror again—the mirror was cursed, she couldn't hold back a word, and she seemed to be sweating...

She sighed and let go of the restraint casually.The mirror immediately chattered: "Oh master, this is amazing! The cute little master has become extraordinary overnight! He is handsome! High-end! Atmospheric! High-end! He is right, every man needs a tie! However, an inappropriate tie will ruin a man's demeanor, and the little master has a very good vision! You know, a few months ago—”

Hermione threw the mirror into the box and held her forehead: "...Is this a matter of appearance and temperament?!"

"Isn't it?" Hogwarts looked at her innocently.

"Forget it..." She frowned suddenly, slapped the table and said, "I'm still worried—it happens that the new system is about to be erected, and it's better to hit the sun than to choose a date. Let's start now—"

Hogwarts followed her into the special passage of the castle, followed her into the terminal room in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, and said with a puckered mouth, "Do you really want to see it?"

Hermione manipulated the terminal without raising her head: "Of course. I'm afraid Tom will be killed by Dumbledore."

"Oh...you're so suspicious of Albus, he wouldn't do that..."

"I'm worried. He won't let me go with him—" Hermione frowned, sliding her hands across the huge Marauder's Map on the wall.

That map has changed.At least, it is much more powerful than when the twins just handed her the map.

Now people's names can be searched, teachers and students, animals and ghosts can be displayed with dots of different colors, and an alarm will be automatically issued when strangers enter - but these are not the focus of Hermione's attention at this time.

She stared closely at a small room in front of her, clicked to zoom in instantly, and moved quickly, sending the quick magic circle that had been calculated into it.

It worked.After tens of thousands of calculations, plus the previous live broadcast system as the basis, at this moment, the school's closed-circuit television system—it can be said to be basically successful.

Probably because of the first time, from the pattern of dots, lines and planes to a large number of pigments, the color blocks are somewhat blurred.She waited for a few minutes before she gradually saw the silver patches clearly.

——That is, the principal's office...

— Perspective, roughly from the ceiling...

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she suppressed her slightly excited mood.

You know, this is probably the greatest white wizard in Europe, for the first time being monitored by something similar to a closed-circuit television...

In the office, Dumbledore was sitting at his desk full of small things.He still has long reddish-brown hair, very elegant, but he can't see his expression clearly.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, wondering if she could move the perspective—but she didn't think about it when she calculated the elementary magic circle.

"Isn't Tom here yet?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's still on his way..." Hogwarts curled his lips, "You don't have to worry. If Tom says it's okay, it will be fine."

"I really don't know where your strong trust in him comes from."

"Because he's Tom!" Hogwarts said insistently.

Hermione crossed her arms and snorted - but she frowned again a moment later: "Huh? What is Dumbledore holding?"

Dumbledore on the screen suddenly moved.He reached for something on the table - Hermione looked carefully for a long time and found that it was a small mirror frame.

For almost three to four minutes, the headmaster of Europe No. 4 stared at the mirror frame repeatedly without moving.

Hermione suddenly thought of the frame of the mirror that was buckled down and turned upside down on his desk, the blond man with eyes as deep as the sea——

"Wait..." There was a flash in her mind, as if she understood something in an instant——

But at this moment, Dumbledore suddenly looked up.As if he had noticed something, his blue eyes looked sharply through the half-moon-shaped lenses——

Snapped.

Hermione decisively turned off the system.

The walls of the terminal room changed back to the monotonous system of points, lines, and planes, and she could only see the little figure marked Tom walking into the principal's office, and then stopped...

"As expected of Dumbledore." Hermione said with some regret but also some appreciation, "Outstanding monks or wizards will never be monitored. Unless they are powerful from the upper realm, whose strength far exceeds the plane... otherwise , No matter how sophisticated the system is, they will definitely feel the feeling of being followed."

Hogwarts spread his hands: "So you don't need to read it..."

Hermione glanced at the Marauder's Map with some displeasure, then turned her head and said, "I'm obsessed... But this system must be set up, not to monitor students, but to enable it at a critical moment... Well, we can use the whole system in the future." The only person with access to the castle surveillance system is you, Hogwarts. Even the headmaster cannot use this authority..."

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the wall.Hogwarts looked at her helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Tom ended the conversation with Dumbledore very quickly - Hermione stood up suddenly as soon as his little dot came out of the headmaster's room - Hogwarts reacted faster than her, In an instant, the passage was opened and Tom was directly pulled up to the eighth floor.

The black-haired boy came out from the snow-white wall, still handsome, with shining eyes.

He loosened the tie around his neck, and smiled at her casually but reassuringly: "Don't worry. I've made it clear with Dumbledore."

"Really?" Hermione expressed doubts, "Dumbledore is so easy to talk to?"

"Of course." He chuckled softly, "I talked to him with sincerity...that me, I can't do that."

Looking at his face, Hermione felt her heart pounding, the monk's mood would never be flustered suddenly, there must be something missing, but she couldn't explain why...

She suddenly remembered something: "Wait... Dumbledore suddenly so easy to talk, could it be related to that photo?! Yes, it must be that mysterious blond man—"

Tom was slightly surprised: "What blond man?"

"It's a man with blond hair and blue eyes! There's a picture of him on Dumbledore's desk! Dumbledore would be in a trance when he saw him, and then he would become very talkative—" She finally understood that Godric was actually Pretending to be that man—

Although Tom didn't understand what she was talking about, after the fusion of his memory, he had a wide range of knowledge and quick thinking, and he understood it in a moment, and couldn't help but smile with confidence: "So you were talking about him..."

"Who?" Hermione looked at him suspiciously. "What do you know?"

"I know." He smiled calmly, "That's Gellert Grindelwald, Dumbledore's age... well, lover."

"Huh?!——!!!" Hermione suddenly felt that her three views were suddenly shattered... She couldn't help imagining the expressions of everyone after this incident was posted on the school intranet LAN, she even imagined this The oversized font displayed when BigNews is a hotspot on the front page...

"It's true. I couldn't believe it. However, you don't discriminate against homosex, do you?" Tom spread his hands.

"Wait first... The point is, why do you even know this kind of thing?!"

Tom looked at her and couldn't help showing a wry smile.The self-confidence that had persisted since he woke up suddenly faded.

"Because of that me... no, I used to go to him." He said deeply, "At that time, I was ambitious and wanted to use his power to dominate the whole of Europe...but I was rejected by him, and I was rejected by a name The loser in the world refused. He kicked me out of Nurmengadri before I could break free."

"...No, I was kicked out from the entire European continent. He declared his sovereignty and majesty. In front of this senior, the demon who claims to be able to fly over death is really not worth mentioning."

"It was only then that I finally understood what Dumbledore meant by 'love' that he had repeatedly emphasized to me... This is his love, his fearless, rock-solid, and mutual tormenting love; his strength, His backing, his pain, and the source of his doubts about me...he thinks I don't understand love, but I really don't understand this kind of love."

The author has something to say: some foreshadowing in this chapter will be revealed in the final chapter, such as Tom's fate, the rules of plane construction, and the agreement with Salazar~

The protagonist will show more changes later~(≧▽≦)/~