HP Hermione's Phoenix

Hermione and her little yellow chicken were stunned.

She looked at him with heavy eyes, standing very tall and straight, the tips of his hair and clothes seemed to be shining slightly, his slender fingers unbuttoned his chest one by one, the movements were extremely slow, but there was a faint sense of sinister rhythm ...

Soon, the strong and slender neck was exposed.It was a juvenile-style neckline, the protruding collarbone was well-proportioned, the Adam's apple was slightly undulating, and the muscles and bones formed a small depression there, which attracted people's attention unconsciously——

He suddenly felt complacent, proud of this youthful sense of temptation, this kind of clean, strong, but seductive feeling that makes people sink and knows that others will sink—this made the smile on the corner of his mouth even more coquettish .

Finally, with a snap, he unbuttoned the last button of his white shirt.

The sunlight in the house is simply warm and smoky.He smiled slightly, tilted his head, stared straight at her, and took off the whole shirt in an uproar——

There was a soft thud on the sheets, and the shirt fell soundlessly on it.

Tom put away his hands calmly, bare-chested.The lotus root pink bones and muscles are all clearly exposed to the air.

The sea breeze suddenly blew from the corner of the window, and the white silk curtains floated like a dream. At the same time, Hermione also felt the faint fragrance of lotus.

The cold, quiet, and innately depraved red lotus fragrance faintly radiates from the lotus root-pink boy on the opposite side...

Tom smiled smugly.He looked at her triumphantly, and for the first time had a complex pleasure of victory...

"How? Don't you know everything?..." He took a step closer, and sent it with Lianxiang's words—at the same time, he pointed his hands at the chain of his trousers without hesitation—

"Stop!" Hermione looked at him with a very complicated look, "What are you doing?"

The roast chicken squeaked twice, jumped from the other side and landed on her shoulder.

Tom stretched the tender muscles on his shoulder lazily and casually, and his voice became hoarse: "As you can see, I just let you see—"

"……no need!"

——Thousands of hippogriffs whizzed by in Hermione's mind, and there was only one sentence left in the end:

——How did this thing become like this? How did this thing become like this? How did this thing become like this!

Shock, hesitation, disbelief, inexplicable thoughts and other emotions covered her, but in the end the shock prevailed, and she suddenly came back to herself...

Tom didn't know when he came to her side. He was very calm, even graceful, comparable to his ancestor Salazar. He casually took a sip of the black tea cup on the small table.

"It's really good." He raised his glass and looked at her with a smile, "I decided to become a tea lover from now on..."

His attitude and words are impeccable, polite and very natural, without any affectation, but... except for one thing!He has no shirt on!

Hermione felt the young man's sun-warmed skin rubbing against her shoulders, and the depraved and cold scent of red lotus seemed to be getting closer. He sipped the black tea lightly, stared at himself while swallowing, his Adam's apple surged... …

"That's my teacup!" said Hermione, glaring at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Tom put down his teacup without changing his face, and still shrugged lazily—it was the first time she saw him shrug, because he didn't wear a shirt, he seemed to move more, and the muscles on his shoulders were straight, which suddenly made people unaware where to look...

"But didn't you plant me?" He repeated what she said, and whispered, "You don't mind, sister."

Hermione was in a deep sense of speechlessness... A part of her brain went blank for only a few seconds—she finally looked at him calmly: "You get dressed."

"Why?" He raised his delicate and proud chin, and his voice brought a touch of Slytherin's unique cool and gorgeous feeling: "Aren't we at the seaside? I just want to experience it...Are you going?"

He turned his head and picked up his shirt casually, hanging it lazily behind his neck like an American boy-this scene is really indescribable, it is like a Hollywood movie scene, without even lighting up, it is so sexy , dumping all beings...

Hermione looked at him with a complicated expression: "...I won't go."

He nodded, and continued to look back at her with a seductive smile: "Then I'll go first, my sister..."

He slammed open the long floor-to-ceiling windows of the sea view room, and the sea breeze blew in, and he went straight to the beach of the hotel.

Hermione was still standing there in shock, she was stunned for three seconds.

"--Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!"

Three seconds later, Roast Chicken looked at her, hugged his belly, and let out a burst of earth-shattering laughter.

"...Did he just call me sister?" Hermione repeated, frowning. "This is the first time he's called me like that... What the hell is he thinking?"

Roasted Chicken continued to laugh, pointed at her and said, "Master, you have been molested! You are being molested! Thinking about it, I really can't hold it... Awow—— Hey, master, you didn't grab me..."

The roast chicken froze in the air, looking at her with confused eyes.

Hermione's face was still puzzled.She looked up at the topless boy running on the beach in the distance. The waves were rough and the sun was shining brightly. From a distance, it looked like a MV labeled temptation and youth...

"—He actually dared to tease me? How did he become what he is now?"

As if Hermione still couldn't accept this fact, she repeated with her eyes wide open...

The coastline of Europe seems to be coated with a layer of gold at this moment.

However, this summer full of temptations seems to have just begun.

It wasn't until they arrived in France that the romantic enthusiasm in the air seemed to be burned to the top.Hermione finally couldn't stand Tom seducing herself all the time, intentionally or unintentionally...

On the banks of the Seine, under the French-striped parasol, beside the curly-haired and romantic passers-by, Hermione sternly put down the coffee cup and slammed the table:

"Okay, I'll go to the right bank to set up the terminal, and you stay on the left bank and do whatever you want. Don't follow me. Don't cause trouble. Let's meet at night."

The black-haired boy blinked his heavy eyelashes and said with a smile, "Okay."

The doubts in Hermione's heart still did not subside, she repeatedly emphasized: "Don't disturb my work anymore."

The corners of his drooping eyes drooped with some grievance: "I didn't intend to do that..."

"But you actually did this!" Hermione became more and more annoyed, "Well, anyway, you stay here by yourself, find something to eat and play by yourself, and I'll pick you up at night—"

"Wait—" He pursed his lips, raised his head and pulled her sadly as if he was acting. "Hermione, you won't abandon me, will you..."

"Huh?!" Hermione was stunned by that look for a moment, but at the same time she stared at him with suspicion...

"I don't know the place where I live in France now. You are the only family member. I was abandoned by my parents since I was a child..." The more he said, the more he felt wronged, with tears in his eyes, and his acting skills were over the top...

"How old are you, don't act like a baby!" Hermione yelled at him aggressively.

"..."

"Okay, don't run around. I'll go first—"

She turned into a streamer and disappeared into the crowd almost instantly.

The black-haired boy behind him immediately put away his depressed expression, and showed an evil smile of "the plan has been completed"...

When Hermione returned from homework at sunset, she glanced at his terminal location, and unexpectedly found that he was actually staying in an art gallery on the banks of the Seine——

"Does he like art?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and quickly moved to the entrance of the art gallery.

"Pure devils are all from art background, look at German—" Roast Chicken said with a smile.

When she walked to the door, she suddenly felt uneasy, and then pushed open the door suddenly, all the girls in the room looked back at her with their drawing boards——

"Wow!" Roast Chicken immediately whistled.

"Huh?!——What are you doing!" Hermione didn't know where to put her eyes, and her whole body was almost frantic: "Put your clothes on!"

A roomful of girls from the French art school immediately became unhappy.Someone stood up quickly, and threw a lot of words out of their mouths, angrily accusing Hermione——

The black-haired boy immediately shrugged regretfully. Fortunately, in this perspective, his lower body was blocked by a girl's tall easel——

"Huh?! What the hell are you doing! Get dressed and come out! I'm not interested in listening to the French!" Hermione glared at him.

"As you can see, I'm just acting as a sketch model..."

"—Put on your clothes first!"

"...Okay, okay...Sorry, ladies..." Tom picked up the white shirt on the ground, buttoned it calmly, turned around and said a few words in French to the disappointed sketch girls, and followed her. out.

Outside, the banks of the Seine are already full of stars.

Hermione took a deep breath, the night poured into her chest, she looked at him coldly: "Button your buttons."

"Yes, I see, okay..."

"...Why did you do such a thing all of a sudden!" Hermione felt that the veins on her forehead were about to explode, and she kept asking in her heart—is that the lotus nature of Nirvana Red Lotus?Could it be that he will develop more and more in this direction in the future...

"I have nothing to do, and my only sister doesn't want to talk to me..." the black-haired boy said softly.

"Huh?! Don't bite one sister at a time! Haven't you already stripped naked in front of so many sisters! You have nothing to do, as for this?! The French atmosphere is already open and chaotic enough, don't you plan to become that Kind of French!"

—that damnable, skittish French-sur-Seine mood!

——Hermione was so angry that she wanted to tear down the French Ministry of Magic in an instant!

Under the oil-colored street lamps in Paris, Tom suddenly turned his head sadly, his eyes seemed to contain a century of strong emotions, and he actually asked, "Do you hate it?"

Hermione said without thinking, "Yeah! — you're just out of your mind for doing something like that!"

He nodded, his expression suddenly a little dazed, and he let out a deep sigh.

Maybe it was because the street lamps were too greasy, and the night breeze was too confused. With this sigh, the stars seemed to fall from the sky for him.Hermione couldn't help but tremble.

"Hey..." He looked at her deeply, with a hoarse voice, and said self-destructively: "Even the sister who made me herself has never hated other women, but she has already started to dislike my body."

What he said was so shocking that Hermione's brain circuit slowed down a beat - the roast chicken who had been watching coldly was one step ahead of her, gloating and laughing happily!

Hermione literally vomited blood: "...What are you talking about! What kind of logic are you talking about! Are you sick!? -Wait, stop your dramatic conversation!"

Tom raised his eyes that were shining like black jewels again, shook his head deeply, his voice was low and gorgeous, full of trance temptation: "So, do you really hate me?"

"That's not the point!!!" Hermione went crazy——

She finally pointed at him resolutely: "Stop talking! I know! You must be infected with French disease-you go back to the box to soak in water!"

The black-haired boy gave her a complicated look, and silently went back to the box without comment.

Hermione thought she was right.Sure enough, when the network terminals were all set up and she returned to the Hogwarts control center, Tom really returned to normal.

He was refreshed, his clothes were tightly buttoned, his tie was still on, his wrists were rolled up, his eyebrows were drooping and he no longer had a demonic look, and his demeanor had returned to that mature and calm look.

"Nice to meet you, Hogwarts," he said softly.

"Nice to meet you, Tom, Hermione!" Hogwarts trotted down the stairs to meet them. puppet, and grew a real body——

"Have you changed form again?" Hermione looked at it in amazement.

Hogwarts, at this point, can no longer be called "it".He looked up at them with a grin: "Yes, it's thanks to you, Hermione... Come up, you must know why..."

Castle led them from the secret passage to the terminal control room.At this moment, in the closed school, not even Dumbledore was there, and they were the only guests in the castle.

Hermione looked up, and saw that the original wall had doubled in size, and the room was a few hundred square meters larger. The huge Marauder's Map in front of her was shining brightly. From the east of the Atlantic Ocean to the Mediterranean Sea, the entire European continent was in sight. ...

Hermione's eyes brightened: "You have become the control center of the whole of Europe!"

Hogwarts said with a smile: "No, no, it's not that exaggerated, it's just the network control center... In addition, I also included the map of Europe as much as possible... This is a complicated process, and I feel like I am almost reborn Same time..."

Hermione laughed and said, "It's the control center of Europe! People in the future will understand that controlling the network means controlling everything—"

Tom looked at him with interest: "So are you really a human now?"

The castle turned to him and smiled, "Yes, I have become your true friend now!"

"You were!—and are you a man or a woman now?"

He looked at Castle's clear face, both soft and hard.

"Hmm..." Castle looked at them and said, "That's a question, I haven't decided yet."

"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback, "You haven't completely decided on your transformation...that is, your body hasn't really ended yet?"

"Yeah..." Castle nodded, and said very academically: "The personality and image of the founder largely determine my existence—the founders are two men and two women, so my existence is half and half. I It’s still not sure whether I should be a male castle or a female castle..."

Hermione couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this rather philosophical speech: "That's right, you can spend your whole life thinking about this question."

"That's what I planned too..." He nodded, and looked at Hermione with some concern: "So, now that the terminal information transmission points have been set up, are you going to start refining terminal goods throughout Europe? This job The volume is too large…”

Tom turned his head suddenly, staring at Hermione with some horror.

Hermione smiled and waved her hands: "No...that's impossible. I've already released the intellectual property rights and handed over the production plan to Lucius. Let him go to work...I just came back to check on your situation, see Watch the changes in the control center."

Castle also nodded with a smile, and suddenly turned his face slyly: "Speaking of, changes..."

"Oh?" Hermione looked at him with interest.Now that the castle has basically transformed into a shape, the whole person is no longer a puppet, and his expression and personality are much more flexible and natural. These changes made her amazed.

"Why?" Tom thought slightly.He suddenly realized that what the castle was about to say had something to do with him.

"It's not just me!" He laughed, "The Chamber of Secrets has also changed! A new room has been opened! — Come with me!"

The passage in the castle rumbled, the sunlight zigzagged into the corridor, and the gloomy secret room burst open again.

"Are you all ready?" said the castle to them happily. "Come in when you are ready--dah-dah!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed gently, sending the two of them into the spacious room.

Hermione opened her eyes, suddenly blinded by bright colors.

She paused for a moment, only to realize that those rays of light were huge night pearls inlaid on the wall—each pearl was priceless, but the owner of this room just laid them out for free, and Lucius came here in person , I'm afraid I'll die of shame.

The ground was also covered with a thick silver-green carpet, as soft as walking on clouds.

——Her first impression of this room was that it was luxurious...

——As expected of Salazar Slytherin, the noble and glamorous king of Britain...

"here it is……"

"I see," said Tom suddenly.He looked up, took out the small crystal tablet, looked down at where they were, and read softly: "This is...'Salazar's bedroom'."

"Bedroom?" Hermione looked around in surprise...

Sure enough, they walked around the huge twelve screens—I don’t know where this screen came from, it was full of antiquity, with colorful totem reliefs on it—behind the screen was an ancient bed made of sandalwood, Tom walked Passing over, his fingers lightly touched the soft silver curtain, and he suddenly felt heart palpitations, and then, something like a fragment of memory surged up crazily——

——"Sara..." Someone in the air once murmured in such a low voice.

——Going to the Spring Festival together, uniting soul and flesh, fellow practitioners...

——To be united forever, never to leave, to prove eternal life...

——In the air, there is an ambiguous sweet fragrance everywhere, and the sea of ​​desire is churning...

Hermione stood in front of the twelve screens, stared carefully, narrowed her eyes more and more, and nodded slowly: "So...the Feathered Serpent is from the lineage of the ancient dragon clan...the ancient gods, Atlantis Si fell, the Maya family was wiped out, and only the survivors shattered into the void... The history of the dragon clan in this plane is so..."

She looked at the totem screen that told the shocking secrets, and even though she was an outsider, she couldn't help but feel a little broken in her heart——

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't help turning her head hesitantly: "...Tom?"

She walked over, and the black-haired boy was still standing there blankly, his fingers stirring the silver curtain.

"What are you doing—er?!"

"boom!--"

He suddenly gave birth to a strong force, grabbed her arm tightly, led her to fall sideways, and unexpectedly threw her on the bed!

"Crack... Quack!" The roast chicken was stunned beside him...

"You..." Hermione looked at him in shock, and the shock completely overshadowed the embarrassment at this moment... But, after a second, she felt that the embarrassment overshadowed the shock...

It was as if his brain was completely confused, his pupils were completely black, but he couldn't see her at all, he just stared at her deeply, so close, chest to chest, he took a deep breath, his cheek was right in front of him, Exquisite and evil... At this moment, the depraved and cold aroma of red lotus has not stopped, but it has become more intense...

"...Wake up! Tom wake up!" She pushed him hard——

Boom, something exploded in Tom's head.The chaotic and intrusive memories dissipated, and he immediately jumped up, his heart was beating wildly, and he was out of breath, but his face remained unchanged——

"What's the matter with you?" Hermione stared at him, frowning deeply: "Could it be, is there something weird about this room—"

She was suddenly startled, turned around and took a look at the long silver curtain, and couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "This silver thread is actually wrapped with purple mandala acacia... This is a hallucinogenic thing, this bedroom... Salazar Slytherin's bedroom is... well, it's not your fault. Let's get out and don't come here again."

The roast chicken jumped on top of her, and followed her out of the bedroom that seemed to still have an ambiguous atmosphere.

Tom looked at her deeply from behind, his eyes changed thousands of colors, and finally sank into boundless darkness... He looked up, staring at the secret room left by his ancestors, at the room with some fragments of memory. The curtain... Suddenly, a heartfelt smile appeared.

The author has something to say: Hermione said that I am a decent person!I must be able to hold on to this kind of behavior (seduction)!