young man returning home

Chapter 21 Plain Notes and Suspicious Clouds

Hermione was lying on the table, pouting her mouth, screaming endlessly: "This...this...what's going on?"

The table was covered with letterheads like snowflakes.Luna picked up a piece of snow paper, raised her head and giggled: "Read it almost? Tomelin's blessing, Jessica's voluminous project!"

"...I don't think I understand very well..." Hermione deliberately breathed out vigorously, and a lock of brown curls hanging down was gently blown up, and it itched all the way on her slightly haggard face. to people's hearts.

"First you have to understand what you want to understand." Ravenclaw played Tai Chi wisely.

"Luna," said Hermione, her hands were swimming, and she wrapped the table full of letters in her arms tiredly, "I come back this time, I always feel... I always feel that something is wrong...Draco's beautiful mother, in the manor The rigid old gentleman, Jessica the owl who seems to have an indescribable affinity with me, and Nora, Ciri who intercepted the letter, you, even you, Luna, you all make me feel Anxiety and anxiety."

Luna froze for a moment, apparently Hermione's words made her feel even more uneasy. "You can trust me, Hermione, trust me without scruples, just like the friendship between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor."

"It's not mistrust... Luna, you're afraid... Ravenclaws are wise enough to deal with any contingencies. But, Luna, you're afraid."

Lovegood's hands were shaking, of course, and she quickly hid them behind her back, discreetly: "Hermione, I was just wondering... you had something for me to keep, should I, should I Return it to you immediately?"

"Don't be stupid!" Hermione raised her head and smiled deliberately, "Is it the magic book that the nutria used to study hard? Or the plan to liberate the house elves? Anything you put there is now inferior to what I have in front of you." A piece of torn paper makes me anxious!" Hermione shook the snowflake-like letter paper on the table, unable to laugh or cry: "I know every word here, Merlin testifies, God knows what they are connected together mean!"

Ravenclaw hesitated to speak.She finally said to her partner cautiously: "What does the letter say? Let's take a closer look, isn't it signed?"

"These neat cursive characters are very familiar."

"Do you remember?"

"It's kind of like my handwriting--of course, I wouldn't write that to fool myself."

They opened the letterheads one by one, carefully sorted them, and folded them.This morning was the same as usual, the little witches were confused by the inexplicable letter paper.

Just like in Andromeda's hut many years later, Ms. Auror complained on that snowy Christmas Eve: "Damn owl! The letter paper flew like snowflakes! ... Ron's Christmas present was actually a torn paper. Paper!"

What connects the two ends of time is the longing that is as usual in the gloomy haze.The lonely boy on the tower, together with his longing, stands at the other end of time, immortal.

At this moment, what was spread out in front of them were only stacks of papers recording the secret that the young man was eager to conceal. --they lay there all alone.

Ravenclaw was obviously guilty: "Nora took these letters from Ciri,...do they know?"

"Who?" Hermione hissed.

"The masters of the manor."

"...they disagree! Mrs. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy was arguing with that rigid old gentleman, Nora said! My wife didn't want me to see this -- it puzzled me a little, but I finally knew that the prickly-looking Miss Black was kind." Yes! Mr. Malfoy is very supportive - oh? Is there anything weird about these stationery?"

"Oh, Slytherin's infighting!" Luna laughed.

"Indeed, they seldom disagree." Hermione smacked her mouth. "But Norah also said that these belonged to me! Although I don't know who wrote the letter—"

"What a bother!" Luna snapped her fingers. "Can we call Nora over?"

Hermione almost jumped up: "The wisdom of Ravenclaw!"

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While waiting for the elf, they carefully turned over the letter papers again.The process of appreciating beautiful cursive characters may be like appreciating poetry—of course, the premise is that they have that kind of interest.

"Tsk tsk, what a beautiful word! But, I don't understand, what...what does this mean?" Hermione began to read aloud:

"Dear Hermione, I am writing these words by the window after the rain. You must remember the past, you must pursue it deeply, and forgetting will make you painful. Don't listen to other people's own clever arrangements, and no one will repent his whole life for betrayal against his will. , Only you, you will swallow the bitter fruit. Be true to your heart, and Merlin will protect you and bless you."

Hermione's voice became lower and lower, and the little witch muttered to herself: "It's really like a priest's prayer!" Her fingers turned quickly, and then turned to the next page:

"You will live forever in darkness—if you don't keep your promise. Eternal life. Like the walking dead of Azkaban, like the willless ghost of St. Mungo..."

Hermione shook her head: "Tsk tsk! Is this a threat?"

Two pages of letter paper, with the letters: HG on the signature.

"It's the same as your initials! Hermione, who is the mysterious man?" Luna poked her head.

"Merlin testifies, what a damn prank!" Hermione gasped, "Hermione Granger? It can't be that I made a substandard joke, right?"

Her fingers ran quickly across the page, and pulled out another sheet at random -- obviously, the cursive script on this page had changed into a different handwriting, but it was just as beautiful.Inscription is different two letters: DM.

"Little girl, I suddenly miss you very much. A glance at King's Cross Railway Station, you have become someone else's wife."

Hermione backed away in horror: "...a one-sentence love letter! Of course it can't be mine!"

Luna took the sheet of paper from Hermione's hand, and rubbed it back and forth on the snow-white sheet with complicated emotions. She could almost imagine how painful it was for that person to write this line of cursive words.Yellowed tear stains, printed with the letters of the inscription, scorching pain.

The little elf stood obediently in front of the door: "Little...Miss, is Miss looking for Nora?"

Ravenclaw waved: "Good morning, sir. We have to figure out something about that owl..."

"...No, Nora has taken back the letterhead belonging to Miss Granger from Ciri..." The elf blinked and glanced at Hermione from time to time.

"Indeed!" Hermione looked up. "The cursive characters on these pieces of paper... look like ciphertext! Don't be nervous, Nora, tell me, what's going on?"

"Nonononora... no, no, I don't know..." the elf's tongue was tied.

"Say you know."

"I, I..." Nora kept twisting the tattered cloth with her thin fingers, and her inquiring eyes fell on Ravenclae's face.Luna nodded slightly, and signaled the elf to continue speaking from an angle that Hermione couldn't see.

Nora sighed, stretched her thin legs like dead branches, jumped onto the table by the window nimbly, and looked for owls in the blue sky outside the window. "Where's Jessica? Jessica..."

"Jessica?" Hermione was taken aback for a moment, it turned out that the key lies in this unusual owl.

"Jessica...is not an ordinary owl..." Nora simply sat on the table, a pair of slender legs hanging off the table, dangling constantly. "Miss may have forgotten that when the young master picked up that owl, you...you already knew that it had unusual functions..."

"What did you say?"

"Owls deliver letters, and of course Jessica is no exception." Luna blinked and walked over.

"Those letters belonged to Miss Granger...the person who sent the letter was inextricably linked with the lady...the owner of the letter entrusted Jessica to deliver it, that stupid bird! That stupid bird can be like other owls What can't be done! It's the difference between space transmission and time transmission... The duty of ordinary owls in the magic world is to act as a messenger and communicate with space, while Jessica..."

Hermione's eyes widened!Of course the clever Gryffindor knew what that meant! "This means..." The little witch was so surprised that she could hardly speak.

"This means that those letters are from the future." Ravenclaw whispered.

With trembling hands, Hermione began to flip through the stack of snow-white letter paper nervously again.Those monosyllabic letters kept jumping out from under her squirming lips: "H, G, D, M..." She finally understood who the signer was, and who it was, when... at the other end of time, passing him Information desperate for 17-year-old Hermione to know!

She is like a puppet, giving her will to others!In ignorance!

"...Perhaps, it's okay to come from the 'past'. The Draco in the past should have something to say to you..." Luna approached her, patted her shoulder and began to comfort her.

"Hermione Granger...Draco Malfoy..." She kept repeating these two names, and suddenly yelled out of control: "Are these two people, hiding at the other end of time, deliberately teasing me? "

Gryffindor fell on Ravenclaw's shoulders, crying.

"Little girl, I suddenly miss you very much. A glance at King's Cross Railway Station, you have become someone else's wife."

Draco's voice seemed to be ringing in his ears.This is the message that Mr. Malfoy from the other side of time passed to her in her girlhood about many years later through an owl born with special functions.

She finally became someone else's wife!And the old gentleman in Malfoy Manor doesn't have to live alone in the pale moonlight in the manor.He must have a better life, with his family.

It turned out that the love of youth, together with the unborn child named Hercules, was just a joke, a sad joke.

In the stars all over the sky, the Hercules constellation stood beside the Draco constellation, glowing pale.

Hercules stood beside Draco, glowing pale.

Malfoy, on the other hand, never looked up at the stars.

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