HP Hermione's Phoenix

It was a chilly morning in Little Hangleton.

Even the shepherd did not come out at this time, but a group of people in black robes walked slowly up the north slope.

Hermione wrapped her hands in the soft golden fur of the roast chicken, and looked at the few people in front of her calmly.

Dumbledore followed Snape.The Snake King stood in awe with his hands down, without saying a word.

And Tom stood aside—he was still wearing that tie, neatly tied, and sincere like an office worker, "Please believe in my sincerity, Sir. I am indeed here to deal with the Horcrux."

Dumbledore's white robe was fluttering in the cold wind. He chuckled and said deeply, "Of course I believe in you, Tom. You will always be my student."

— what is this unfolding,

Hermione looked at him and looked at him again, and suddenly felt that the corners of her mouth wanted to twitch...

They looked at the old Gaunt house that had collapsed among the ruins on the hillside.

Says it's an old house - it's actually like a run-down shack.

"Here it is," Tom whispered.Many complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, and he sighed slowly: "Under that... blocked by a black magic circle..."

Dumbledore took a step, and they all followed him, until he said, "Yes, it is indeed here."

Tom nodded politely: "I also believe that the principal must have found out."

"Did you make it when you were 17? After that, Morfin Gaunt entered Azkaban."

"Yes...using my father's death as a medium." He replied in a low voice.

As he spoke, Hermione saw a tinge of pent-up shame in his eyes, but not pain.

"Are you repenting, my child?"

"No." The boy raised his head meaningfully, with the shadow of the cold wind reflected in his eyes: "Have you forgotten my promise to you? Repentance is useless, I choose to bear it."

"Yes, I see." Dumbledore said calmly.

"And, I killed my father with my own hands—" His tone was a little hoarse, revealing a sense of struggle: "Only in this matter, I can't regret it. Not everyone in this world is tortured Born with love."

"No, your father loves you. So does your mother," said Dumbledore stubbornly. "You just don't want to believe it, you shut yourself off, Tom."

"The principal, please discuss this matter with me later." He said coldly, "Now is the time for me to show my sincerity—"

He took a step forward, raised his wand, chanted some incantations, and suddenly saw the black magic circle on the ground appear—it was a rather complicated magic circle, superimposed with many unimaginable layers, and revealed an incomparable Dark breath.

Both Dumbledore and Snape looked a little startled.Snape couldn't help turning his eyes slightly, and looked at the black-haired boy who suddenly raped him a few days ago... After thinking about it for a while, he secretly thought that when he was 17 years old, he definitely didn't have this kind of black magic attainment.

His mood is very complicated.

No matter how long it had been, every once or still loyal Death Eater had mixed emotions when facing Voldemort.

Only Hermione suddenly took a step forward, her tone was a bit weird: "What are you going to do?"

Tom turned his head and looked at her with clear eyes: "I will find a way to get rid of this formation and take out the Horcrux—"

Hermione said bluntly: "Impossible. This situation is extremely sinister and evil. If you want to activate the curse sacrifice spell, you must pay the price of one person's death. If you withdraw it, you will inevitably suffer a backlash..."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "What are you going to do?"

Snape was startled again: Did she see the way of the magic circle so quickly? ——No, the point is that 17-year-old Voldemort has created such a terrible prohibition...

Tom spread his hands helplessly: "I didn't plan to do anything... It's just that this is a magic circle I set up, and I should break it..."

Hermione glanced at everyone expressionlessly, and said slowly: "You have come all the way here to dig the Horcrux, what do you want to do with it?"

She looked up at Dumbledore.At this moment, all the clues in her mind were running through, and everything made sense—she stared at his reddish-brown hair and wrinkle-free face, fully understanding the mystery of his rejuvenation after the duel...

——He broke up after a duel with his old lover back then, probably because he was more sad than heartbroken, so he was completely withered, right? !

--I see!It's all because of the endless love! ...

This news, how should I put it, really ruins the Three Views...

What's even more ruinous is that they actually came to this place together early in the morning the next day after they heard the news of ruining Sanguan...

She looked calmly at the distant seaside of Little Hangleton.She knew that there was a cliff where the waves beat, and there was a deep cave under the cliff... But everything has been destroyed, and it can only stay in memory.

"The Horcruxes must be destroyed." Dumbledore's eyes behind the glasses looked at them unquestioningly, "but however, Tom, if you—"

"I'm also here to destroy the Horcrux." He replied bluntly.

Hermione took another look at Snape.His dark eyes glanced at Hermione as well, then went blank.From the moment he came over, he didn't say a word, and kept the power saving state all the time, as if his whole body was saying, I don't have any opinions——

Hermione nodded and said calmly, "Then I'll do it directly."

She took a deep look at him: "don't regret it."

Tom shook his head: "I will never regret it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a sleepy little yellow chicken in her arms suddenly opened its eyes, flapped its wings and flew up - it flew around them, and then flew higher and higher, it was dumbfounded, why? Looks like it's a dud, but...

The little yellow chicken suddenly uttered an extremely clear and long cry, lowered its head to the ruins of the old house, and spit out a mouthful of raging flames!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" a scream sounded from the burning ruins immediately.That voice is so sharp, piercing, creepy...

The raging flames shot straight into the sky, burning all the treacherous forces as if falling from the sky, almost dyeing the pale morning red.Both Dumbledore and Snape looked at the chicken in shock. It was the first time they knew the strength of Hermione...

Hermione, however, kept her eyes on Tom.His brother was burned right in front of him, just like he tortured him that day... She knew that he had already suppressed the evil spirit in that piece of soul, although the pain would not be as painful as before, it was still the same The other piece of me, no matter what, will suffer the same pain that burns my soul...

But he didn't fall down.No pain, no screaming.He just bit his lips tightly, and finally raised his hand slightly, holding his forehead——

Hermione was about to step forward, but she stopped before taking a step.Those black eyes stared at her silently, his lips twitched slightly...he was begging himself not to come.

He said silently, "I can. Let me get through it."

Hermione looked at him deeply, with all kinds of thoughts in her heart, she was speechless.

Soon, a black mist appeared above the fierce flames, and the black mist formed a distorted shadow, grinning at them, struggling desperately, but could not escape no matter what - Dumbledore knew it well, looked at it It went out in front of me, and I sighed a little.

After burning everything, the fire quickly burned out.

Dumbledore said with some emotion: "You can destroy soul fragments...your pet...is really an amazing bird."

Roasted chicken rolled its eyes, and smiled secretly, saying that the old man doesn't know anything, he raises a turkey but doesn't know that he is a real phoenix - he couldn't help being a little excited, shouting in his heart, didn't he succeed in pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? !It's all in the novels!After thinking about it carefully, Xiaoyou is a little excited!

It couldn't help rolling in Hermione's arms, and said happily, "Short oil, easy to say, easy to say! Serve the people! Hee hee!"

Snape was slightly taken aback, and it took a long time before he said the first sentence: "Is this the end...?"

Hermione had already stepped into the ruins with one foot.She lightly kicked the burnt ruins under her feet, and the complex black magic circle that was in a three-dimensional state just now was completely burned to slag. At this moment, it would be no problem to build another house on it.

Tom took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waving his wand as he recalled, said loudly:

"The ring is coming!—"

With a flash of silver light and a clang, something flew out and landed slowly on the young boy's palm.

His eyes run through many memories, with a hint of sigh and loss.

As if just a second ago, Morfin Gaunt was still in front of him, ugly and wilted, but he roared arrogantly and madly: "She is mine! How dare that bitch fall in love with a Muggle! How dare he fall in love with a Muggle!" Let the Slytherin blood flow! She and her lowly son must die—"

After decades of time, buried under the ruins for a long time, the family heirloom ring of the Gaunt family is still as shiny as before, with the unique depth of black stone, not even a trace of dust, as if mocking everything about this family with cold eyes——

——What exactly is nobility?

——Does blood determine madness, or does madness give birth to blood?

"Principal, you can deal with it." He handed the ring to Dumbledore.

The demon soul has been cleared, and the demon thoughts have been suppressed. It stands to reason that this ring is a symbol of the Gaunt family, and should belong to the last heir of the Gaunt family—but to Dumbledore's surprise, he did not refuse. He took the ring without moving.

Hermione suddenly felt something was wrong.She came to her senses suddenly, and before Dumbledore was about to put on the ring in a trance, she suddenly pointed her sword at it——

"Ding!--"

The sound of Qingyue's weapons interlacing pierced through the sky above Little Hangleton.

The Elder Wand flew out at some point, facing Hermione's Fengming Sword fiercely, showing strong hostility.

Roasted Chicken and Fengming Sword are each other's natal life, at this time it also jumped out suddenly, and for the second time, squinted its eyes and looked at the Elder Wand, nodded and smiled: "Not bad...interesting."

Dumbledore woke up instantly.He first looked up at the Elder Wand in the air, and couldn't help being a little shocked... How could this ruthless wand take the initiative to protect him?It was the same when it fought Hermione last time, it even forced itself to fight, forcing itself to arouse the blood in its heart...

Hermione looked at him coldly and reminded, "What are you going to do with this stone?"

Dumbledore withdrew his wand, held up the ring and sighed: "It's my problem... I was tempted. Thank you for reminding me, you must have seen it."

The other two couldn't help being taken aback.

Hermione shook her head: "I didn't see it, I just felt something was wrong... Could it be that the fire just now hasn't completely burned the demon soul?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "No, it's not about the Horcrux...Tom, don't you and your uncle know what this ring is?"

Tom was taken aback.

Only the white-robed archmage sighed, "This is something much more precious than a Horcrux... This is the Soul Resurrection Stone, one of the three legendary Deathly Hallows."

Both Hermione and Snape had a terrified expression, but Tom looked at them in a daze...

Hermione frowned: "There is such a thing in the world? Isn't it a fairy tale?"

Dumbledore looked at her and said slowly, "Fairy tales are another kind of history."

Tom frowned, and the records of countless ancient aristocratic families that had been opened to him passed through his mind one by one... He thought he was well-read and knowledgeable, and he had a good memory, but he couldn't find any information about the Soul-Returning Stone...

Dumbledore looked at him, and couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Tom, it's normal for you not to understand... You didn't grow up in the magic world, and you forced yourself to be mature too much after school, so you wouldn't read fairy tales like this things. Severus, explain."

Snape seemed completely lost in the void.He said dryly: "The Resurrection Stone is Death's mockery of the world. It comes from the story of the three Deathly Hallows, which is included in "The Tales of Beedle the Poet". The Three Deathly Hallows of Death include the Elder Wand, Resurrection stone and invisibility cloak. In the story, the three Peverell brothers challenged the god of death, and the second brother asked the god of death for the ability to resurrect the dead. However, the rejuvenation stone he obtained was not the real resurrection stone. He used the resurgence stone Shi, can only make the dead soul exist in another form in front of him, and the longer he looks at it, the more despairing he becomes... In the end, the second brother committed suicide in despair, and the other two brothers also did not end well."

There was a sudden silence down the hillside.

Tom looked at his dean slowly, and said with a complicated expression: "Uh...is this a fairy tale?"

Hermione said: "...Professor Snape's story is relatively brief, but it's probably the same story. You can read the book when you get back."

She turned her head and looked at the principal in white robe meaningfully: "Have you been tempted by the soul-returning stone?"

Dumbledore replied curtly, "Yes."

She looked at them and said slowly, "So, are you going to recall someone's soul...? And, Professor Snape, you don't want to..."

Dumbledore shook his head quickly: "No... Severus sees more clearly than I do. Thank you, Sif. This soul-returning stone cannot bring hope to the living, it can only bring greater despair. It It's the god of death mocking the world... Tom, this is something left by your ancestors. Presumably the Gaunt family should be the descendants of the second child of the Peverell family... The Horcruxes have been destroyed, but the soul-returning stone will never be destroyed. Destroy... this should be returned to its original owner."

Tom hesitated for a while, but finally said with a complicated expression: "No... I hope you can keep such a valuable thing, principal."

Dumbledore showed a wry smile: "Are you planning to torture me?"

Tom said in a solemn and erratic tone: "It's not...however, I hope you will keep it. If...at the last moment...I hope you will return it to me."

The group returned to school. At this time, breakfast had just begun.Today's hot spots are changing on the screen in the auditorium.

Dumbledore returned to the office with the Resurrection Stone, Snape glanced at them, and strode away.

There was no one around, Hermione grabbed Tom violently with a wave of her hand, looked at him coldly, and said word by word: "You have something to hide from me."

Tom's expression was slightly shocked, and then he shook his hand slightly, tugged at his tie, and said softly, "...No."

Hermione sneered: "What did you and Dumbledore promise? What kind of deal did you make?"

"You think too much."

Hermione stepped forward and looked deeply into his black eyes——I don’t know when he was already a little taller than her, it’s terrible to soak in water every day, obviously she seemed to be shorter than herself yesterday——

"Do you want me to force you to talk?" She took another step, forcing him to lean against the wall.

Tom suddenly sighed.His expression was very vivid, it was an indescribable, helpless, and deep expression, as if he was more mature than anyone else.

"Hermione, Hermione..." He muttered softly, and Hermione couldn't help but feel a shock.

"Don't worry about me... You know, you should have allowed me to own some secrets... Everyone has a secret, you know that."

Saying so, he quickly and skillfully tied his tie, straightened his collar, smiled brightly at her, and walked gracefully into the auditorium.

Hermione stood on the spot with a complicated expression, the slightly bewitching smile just now appeared in front of her eyes, her heart was full of uncontrollable shock...

She suddenly remembered the legend of the dying red lotus.It is rumored that the red lotus was born from hell, and the eight cold hells mean despair and destruction, but the red lotus has gathered the profound meaning of life from the entire plane. Because of this, she even harvested this lotus root ahead of time...

——However, is it finally going to grow up now?

——Do you want to start to lose control and embark on the road of demon disaster...