HP Hermione's Phoenix

Summer in this country is always cool and quiet.

The currents of the Baltic Sea and the Atlantic Ocean blow to the shore in turn. Although the temperature in Celsius may not seem low to outsiders, those who have been there know the moist touch, which always makes people feel calm from body to mind.

Tom is a lotus-shaped body, and his body is already cold in summer, but at this time he only feels that his hands and feet are even colder.

He turned his head and glanced at Hermione, who was holding a roast chicken in her hand, squinting her eyes slightly, and looked towards the black tower ahead...

The roast chicken rubbed against her hand uncomfortably, and said, "I don't like this climate, it makes my stomach hurt."

Hermione continued to stare into the distance, "It's because you haven't eaten for a long time..."

"Yeah!" The little yellow chicken jumped up, flapped its wings and yelled, "I haven't eaten snacks for three days! Is there such a cruel, ruthless and unreasonable master like you!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows and focused on using her spiritual sense to investigate without saying a word.

Roast Chicken rolled his eyes immediately, and jumped on Tom's shoulder with a playful smile: "Hey...you brought a chocolate frog, right? I know you did."

Tom's expression was blank: "Uh, I don't know if there are any in my bag..."

"Don't feed it, Tom. Roast chicken to lose weight. Let's go."

"Hey! You can't dislike me like this! You are so big and warm! Didn't you see how hard you worked?! Letting the birds starve is what a kind and gentle master should do! Tiredness do not love!"

"You broke the weighing scale at the train station, and you still dare to say that you are not fat..."

Hermione carried it to the tower.

Tom followed, amused a little at what had happened that summer when they came down from the station platform.

They parted with their friends one by one, and made an appointment to meet again this summer at the Quidditch World Cup—Draco was still heartbroken that he lost to Harry in the final final match of the academy, and threatened to have a showdown next year— And then Harry walked happily for the first time toward the Dursleys, with a big black dog in his arms.

Hermione saw off all her little friends, and then decided to leave for Germany directly.

However, she stopped suddenly when she passed the convenience store at the station, walked to the scale as if thinking of something, and put the roast chicken in her arms on it...

"Such a big chicken?" The Muggle owner of the convenience store was stunned, "Miss, the recent bird flu, this chicken probably can't--uh!?"

There was an uproar in the Muggle convenience store.The pointer screen above the scale exploded, and the springs in the scale flew all over the place...

"You have bird flu! Your whole family has bird flu!" In the confusion, the little yellow chicken refused to admit defeat.

Tom still remembered Hermione's expression at that time, Hermione's expression was almost black...

——Speaking of which, how much does a roast chicken weigh?

——It can blow up the weighing scale, so it should be very heavy, right?Although she always looks very light, Hermione is also very easy to hug...

——That's because Hermione has extraordinary wrist strength, he has experienced it.

—Speaking of which, how much does Hermione herself weigh?

He couldn't help but glanced at Hermione, and when he looked up again, he found that they had arrived under the tower.

It was a very serious and serious building, with the style of a medieval king imprisoning political prisoners, but also with the inherent rigor of the Germans.However, there are no windows or doors, only a line of black text at the entrance.

Hermione nodded and turned to look at him: "You know how to get in, don't you?"

Tom nodded, walked up, and read the line softly.

Hermione was a little surprised.She hadn't heard much of this language, let alone heard him read it... He read it with a tough texture, which was completely different from the British politeness.

"It's 'for the greater good' in German," said Tom softly.

The fully enclosed tower burst open.

They walked into the gloomy passage, only to feel that it was getting colder inside.The roast chicken rolled around in annoyance, and buried its head deeply in Hermione's neck.

The iron door of a movable elevator slammed shut in front of them. The iron door was obviously not rusted, but it gave off a very old texture, and the standard was like that of World War II...

The elevator boomed up, taking them into the dark interior of the tower.

The surroundings were pitch black, except for an indifferent magic crystal lamp overhead.Hermione chuckled: "It seems that the master of Nurmengard welcomes us..."

Tom couldn't help asking her: "If you can't get in, what are you going to do?"

"Tear down this tower." She replied without hesitation, and her eyes began to emit a light of eagerness.

Tom couldn't help feeling slightly ashamed.He remembered that when he came to this tower in his memory, he was also arrogant and unruly. Although he pretended to be personable and courteous, he was not valued by others at all...

"Huh, Voldemort? Is that what you named yourself?"

"Ridiculous arrogance!"

"No, you don't understand, and you will never understand...Get out of Germany! Go back to your place! Dumbledore will let you know what you can never get in your life."

……

When I came back to my senses again, the scene in front of me coincided with my memory again.

Outside the closed black iron prison door is a place for visitation.There is an old black sofa in the corner, the wooden coffee table is also very dull, and the tea set on it is shining indifferently.There is only a small opening where eyes can be exposed on the prison door looking up...

Tom looked a little dazed.He seemed to see another self stepping over proudly, opened the small opening, and said politely: "Is Gellert Grindelwald here?"

……

Hermione, however, was in no rush to do so.

She only glanced at the sofa and coffee table, and suddenly smiled.

"So that's how it is... Hehe, it really is a couple with that old fox." She looked at the dust-free tea set, smiled slightly, and waved to Tom: "Come on, let's sit down first."

Tom sat next to her hesitantly, the sofa actually felt very soft: "Well...why?"

"Look at these tea sets, they are still being taken care of..." She smiled, playing with the small teacup and said, "I'm afraid his life has been taken care of well..."

Tom was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted.

She squinted her eyes, turned the teacup and said, "You see, this cup is very unusual... This is from MadeinUK, and the system and style have a nervous and delicate temperament... Yes, I said delicate , I don’t like this kind of tea set, I think it’s a bit too delicate. You can see that the mouth of the cup is slightly rolled up with ruffles. Blank, this set is all, the pattern at the bottom of the cup is also a popular style in the George V era, it is a handmade custom product, not pressed by a machine. It is very expensive, and it can be said that it is a special product for the royal family in the Muggle world. Too much."

She put down the teacup, with a secretive smile still on the corner of her mouth: "Since that's the case, I don't have to worry. The person in the prison really remembers Britain."

Tom looked at her with complicated eyes, and couldn't help being both convinced and emotional.

Back then, he was full of ambition to dominate the world, and never paid attention to these details.

"So... what are you going to do?"

"Look at mine." Hermione blinked slyly at him, pulled out a small envelope from the space equipment, took out a stack of black and white photos from the envelope, and put it on the table.

She randomly picked one, walked to the door of the cell, cleared her throat, held up the photo and shouted:

"Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, your courier is here!"

She used a very pretentious tone that made people laugh, and pasted the photo on the door.Soon, it gradually disappeared behind the door...

Tom was curious, so he couldn't help flipping through the rest of the photos on the table... This flip almost turned the world upside down!

He stared at the photo, then glanced at her suddenly, his heart was shocked——

——how could she have...

--how come……

The chaotic emotions in his chest were surging like a tide, and the fragments of his soul began to twitch uncomfortably again. He closed his eyes suddenly, and then suppressed the anger that was about to growl in his chest...

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione turned to look at him sharply.

The black-haired, dark-eyed boy opened his eyes.His expression was like that of a puppet without warmth, and he was about to ask her something, but the cell door slammed open at this moment——

They were suddenly moved to another place.In the spacious and bright study room, a green fire was burning, and a middle-aged man with blond hair was staring at them.

Hermione looked at Grindelwald.He was only two or 30 years older than the one she saw in the photo in Dumbledore's office; but a popular uncle on the LAN like Lucius Snape was not enough for him. Local tyrants or academic bulls, he is a tyrant, blue eyes seem to surge with the ambition of the entire Atlantic; his temples are slightly bulging, his fingers are clean and strong, he is the kind of sweeping monk in Chinese martial arts novels, and he is a Jiazi when he makes a move His skills... But he is not the kind of unknown sweeping monk, he is locked here only because of his own reasons, yes, because of his reasons, he is essentially a Prince Paris of Troy or someone like Lu Bu, he was born in Jiuzhou Li Zicheng, who accompanied Chen Yuanyuan to become a monk after Taishan faked his death, his blond hair is still so vigorous, and his feelings are still so strong, as if he is ready to get angry at any time and hand over the country, just for the death of a certain principal who is far away in the UK...

Hermione saw such a person for the first time in this world.

— she is very satisfied!

—I just wanted to whistle on the spot!

But Grindelwald's face was obviously not very good.He licked his lips in a way that was both excited and unhappy, and said, "Where did you get this photo?"

Listening to the old devil talk decades later, Tom felt very uncomfortable.

But at this moment, he has never been so united with the old devil!

He tilted his head and stared at Hermione, his eyes almost turned red, and he wanted to ask at the top of his voice - where did you get this kind of photo! ! !

Hermione smartly raised the photo in her hand, spilled it all over the floor, and laughed loudly: "What are you asking me for? If you want to know, why not just ask Albus Dumbledore why he took this kind of photo?" !"

Black and white photos were flying all over the sky, and the old devil lord shot the case, furious!

A sky full of black and white photos appeared, and the little devil also stood up angrily, his eyes spitting fire...

--right!In each of the photos, the chest muscles are tall and straight, and the head is posing. The black and white processing shows that the muscles are clearly defined, which is surprising...

——So Dumbledore still has such a good figure? !

--no no!The point is not this!

——The point is, why did Dumbledore's nude photos appear in Hermione's hands? !

Both generations of demon kings glared at Hermione.And Hermione just felt it was funny, Fengming sword snapped out, pointed at Grindelwald passionately and said, "Want to know? If you want to know, just make gestures with me!"

Grindelwald snorted coldly, and suddenly pulled out his wand—suddenly, the ground in Nurmengard's tower shook, and it was on the verge of falling!

"Go out and fight!" Hermione laughed loudly, "It's settled, if you lose, follow me back to Britain and ask Dumbledore yourself!"

The author has something to say: There should be an update tonight!I'm going out for a meal!Come back and write!

I was finally able to fight against the old devil king tonight, so excited!