if i am not me

It was another bright morning, a few rays of light spilled into the empty room, lighting up the slightly raised corners of the lips of the person who was still asleep, with a hint of warmth and happiness.

Suddenly, the person on the bed trembled their eyelashes, and woke up from a dream.

The birds outside the window are so loud...

Buried his head in the quilt, the person on the bed murmured a few words as if complaining, and then slowly opened his chaotic and ignorant eyes.Blinking uncomfortably, she raised her head and habitually turned her head to the direction of the window, trying to see the birds that disturbed her dream clearly.

But then, the complaints stopped abruptly.

For the wooden wall that caught her eyes, and for the room she suddenly saw clearly...and, for the photo next to her pillow.

The corners of the mouth that were curled up due to the dream before slowly returned to their usual shape.

Why did she forget...

Turning her head back to the direction of the window of the room, Hermione looked at the scattered spots of light among the green branches of the window, raised her hand to pick up the photo, and gently kissed the two boys who were smiling happily in the photo.

"Good morning, Harry, Ron. It's a fine day, too."

Hearing the sound of going downstairs, Li Ping, the owner of the farmhouse inn, looked up to the stairs, and it turned out to be the foreign girl who stayed last night.

"Good Morning." Said jerkyly the foreign language taught to her by her son last night. Li Ping, who had already entered middle age, smiled at her friendlyly, then pointed to the breakfast that was already on the table, and compared a meal action.

Hermione looked at the simple and friendly woman in front of her, and after all she gave a shallow smile and nodded, "Thanks!"

This is the No.20 seven days after she entered the country, and it is also her first day in this quaint town.

In the past three years, she has traveled almost all over the world, and this is her latest stop...

Eating an unusually delicious Chinese breakfast, Hermione moved her fingers from time to time and became more and more used to using chopsticks, the novelty in her eyes still did not disappear.

If it was Harry and Ron, they would be clamoring for the boss to change the forks by now.

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle, but she didn't expect this expression to attract a surprised glance from the proprietress.

But Hermione didn't notice her eyes at all, because her attention was drawn away by the sound of flapping wings.

"Hedwig!" Putting down the chopsticks in her hand, Hermione quickly walked out of the slightly dark house, and raised her hand in the courtyard.

As soon as the words fell, a snow-white owl uttered a few hoots, and landed on Hermione's slender arm under Li Ping's incredulous stare.

"This...is this yours...?" Li Pingzhong looked at the owl from nowhere, forgetting for a moment that the foreign girl couldn't understand Chinese, and began to speak to himself.

Hermione was obviously used to this kind of attitude from others. Although she didn't quite understand Li Ping's words, she still smiled at her apologetically.Caressing the owl's snow-white feathers, she walked back to her room, leaving half a bowl of steaming porridge and an untouched pancake on the table.

Li Ping didn't know when the foreign girl left, and when she came to her senses, the room was already empty.She lowered her head and thought for a while, but she could only mutter a few words in local language, and started to tidy up the kitchen again.

After Hermione went back to the room and fed Hedwig some owl food, she took Xue Xiao out of the hotel through the back door, and slowly enjoyed the scenery of this small town full of traces of time.

Green mountains, green water, blue tiles, white walls, and the stone road that seems to extend infinitely...

Old houses, rare old people, and those people and things that have been submerged in history.

Feeling the elegant and graceful environment around her, Hermione raised her hand from time to time, and picked up the camera to capture the beauty of the moment.

She has never liked taking pictures, but this habit has changed since three years ago.It's just because she also wants them to be like herself, to see this world that they haven't had time to see.

Yes, this unseen world...

Harry once said that when the war was over, they would travel the world together.Like Dumbledore and the others did after graduation, go around the world, use your own eyes, feel and discover.

However, they could not wait for this day in the end.

From that day three years ago, this sentence was destined to never be fulfilled.

In the late summer of 1998, besides her parents, she lost the two most important people in her life...

One is the boy who made her understand what love is, her best friend - the famous Harry Potter.

One, is her lover, her forever red-haired boy, Ron Weasley.

I still remember the first time I saw them, when I was a very proud little girl, when I was helping Neville find his pet, I saw those two little boys who were sitting in the last carriage and were about to cast a spell...

What did you say at that time?

Can not remember.

What I can still think of now is Ron's angry eyes and the bewildered look on Harry's face.

And they who met in this way turned out to be the "Gryffindor Trio". Thinking about it, one can't help feeling the wonder of fate.

However, that day, she became a person again, alone...

This time, no matter how sad she gets to the extreme, there will never be two boys again, one who comforts her lightly, and the other who silently accompany her...

They left her forever and left this world.

"Wipe it off, kid."

A hand that looked like a withered wood suddenly appeared in front of Hermione's eyes. Immediately, a dull and hoarse voice sounded in her ears. She didn't understand the meaning, but could feel the kindness in the voice.

Taking the handkerchief with blue flowers on a white background blankly, Hermione saw the stooped old woman standing beside her looking at her lovingly with insightful eyes.

Then suddenly, the wet feeling on the face turned out to be traces of tears.

"thanks..."

The old woman could not understand her, just as she could not understand the old woman's words.But the old woman seemed to understand what the foreign girl meant, a smile appeared on her face full of gullies, and she said lightly, "Girl, be happy! Only when you are happy can they feel at ease."

them……?

Hermione understood the word.

Put your hand on the position of your heart, there is a photo.

Suddenly, there was a desire to pour out.

"It ook them to see the world where they always wanted to see!"

This is something she has never said to anyone.

After hearing of their deaths, she could no longer trust anyone in the wizarding world.So all these years, along with her departure, this sentence has been deeply hidden in her heart until today...

The old man listened quietly and didn't speak again, but Hermione knew from the warmth in the rough palm she was pulling her that she understood.Even if what I said was completely unfamiliar to her...

Hermione couldn't remember when the old man left, except for the slightly damp handkerchief in her hand, she couldn't seem to find any trace of the old man's presence.But Hermione knew that she did exist...

"Are you back?" Returning to the small farmyard in the evening sunlight, as soon as he entered the courtyard, the familiar language rang in Hermione's ears.The person who spoke was Zhong Yi, the proprietress' son and half of her "tour guide".

"Yes, it's beautiful here." Without saying why she went out alone today without waiting for him, Hermione let go of the snow owl in her hand, and asked in surprise after seeing the actions of him and his mother, "Is this in the do what?"

At this time, the mother and son were squatting in a corner of the courtyard, burning stacks of brown paper around the fire.

Zhong Yi smiled slightly when he heard the words, put the brown paper in his hand on the flame, and said leisurely, "Today is China's Qingming Festival, and we are giving things to our ancestors."

"Ching Ming Festival?"

"Well. It's a dead person who came back to visit us." After finishing speaking, he threw the paper in his hand into the fire and watched the sparks slowly devour the paper into gray-black embers.

"Come back..." Hearing this statement, Hermione was slightly taken aback, "Can the dead come back?"

Zhong Yi was stunned for a while when he heard this, but he quickly explained, "Actually, this is just a way of saying. On Qingming Day, the dead will return to the world to visit the people they miss. And we Well, let’s take this opportunity to burn them what we want to give them, such as this..." Zhong Yi shook the paper in his hand, "This is called 'yin money' in our country, and it is 'their'. The common currency of the world!"

Zhong Yi's explanation aroused a little hope in Hermione's heart, "Then... can this be burned for them to see?" She said, she took out a photo from her pocket, it was a The photo of Shanshui Town, and the date shown on the photo is today...

Zhong Yi suddenly felt that he understood what happened to this girl.

"Yes." Looking at the look of hope and worry between her eyebrows, Zhong Yi felt that he couldn't say anything negative.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a smile he had never seen on her face—bright, bright, like a ball of hot flames...

This is the expression she should have originally...

"can you help me?"

"my pleasure."

In the night, Hermione stared at the occasional sparks floating out of the fire, took out a photo from time to time, wrote a few words on the back with a pen, and then put it into the burning fire with a soft murmur.

Harry, Ron, did you see that?

This is the world you've always wanted to see...

beautiful right?

The Chinese said, you can come and see me tonight.

Don't say no!

Tonight, I want to see you...

In my dream, I want to see you...

The author has something to say: Qingming is approaching, and I suddenly remembered the Hermione that someone mentioned to me, and then felt distressed...

This is Hermione's ending, leaving the wizarding world after Harry and Ron died.

Some people might say that with Hermione's character, she will definitely take revenge, and she will take revenge fiercely!

Maybe!

I also imagined that Hermione, in revenge, would be full of vigor, destroying those shameful filth.

But in the end, I still chose this seemingly calm but sad ending.

Because, this is the only ending Hermione would choose in my mind.

She has always been a very kind and kind girl. Her choice is not because she has no strength, but because she understands her friends and lovers, and she knows what they have been working hard for...

When I told my friends about this chapter, I wanted to cry, but I still insisted on writing it down.

So, guys, if you don’t like this chapter, just leave it alone...

But I want to say, this is my Hermione...

thanks……