HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 1

Snowflakes fell silently into shallow puddles of street water, reflecting the leaden sky cut by the tram cables.Mrs. Watson had just gotten out of the car, her beaded bag in her hand, and she was thinking very hard about what dinner she should prepare for Virgil.A fallen figure on the side of the road caught her attention.There were few pedestrians on the street, and the figure seemed to have been lying on the ground, blending with the ground, the color lost its territory on it, and the surrounding seemed to be covered with thick gray.Mrs. Watson sadly thought of her husband. He may also have fallen in an unknown field in France, surrounded by grasses scorched by gunfire, and the smoked wind brought the news of the end of the war, as well as flies and mosquitoes.Mrs. Watson, not wanting to think about it any further, approached the figure.

"Oh my God"

Mrs. Watson saw the face stained with dark red blood under the long dry hair, a face so young that she was a little surprised, she could even imagine the joyful and vivid expression on this face when it was kissed by its parents, it was still a child expression, but this face is sticky with blood.

Mrs. Watson felt that this was the arrangement of the Lord, although she did not understand why the people of the same God would kill each other.

She bent over to help the young girl up, and walked towards her home with difficulty.

"Mommy! Come back...Who is this, Mommy? She looks bad." Her son came up to her.

"Jill, get a towel and hot water, she looks hurt."

Mrs. Watson unfolded the weird black robe on the girl, and was surprised to find that the girl was holding a wooden stick with beautiful patterns tightly in her hand. Although she had fallen into a deep coma, the girl still clenched her hand subconsciously.After wiping the blood from the girl, Mrs. Watson was relieved to find that the girl suffered only superficial injuries.She took out the gauze and alcohol from the drawer and carefully bandaged the girl's wound, then turned to her curious son standing behind her.

"Jill, this is the girl I met on Bailey Street, she was lying on the ground, unconscious, looking helpless, no one noticed her, it was cold and snowing, she would freeze to death."

"But, mother, is she going to be . . . those people?"

"No, no, she's just a young girl, oh, Jill, if your dad met people like us, maybe he wouldn't have to wait to be rescued and suffer from wounds, bit by bit Die, Jill, I..."

"I understand, mom, dad must go to heaven, where there will be no more prejudice and pain, dad will be happy."

"My dear Jill, thank you, thank you dear." Mrs. Watson hugged the young man in front of her, and she saw her husband's gentle expression in the young man's eyes.

Hermione opened her eyes, her mind blank.She stared straight at the chandelier on the ceiling, tried her best to identify the patterns entwined on the lamp, her skull throbbed with pain, it seemed that after a century, she finally remembered that her name was Hermione Granger.

"You're finally awake, I'm going to call Mom."

Hermione turned her head and saw the back of a young man running. She tried to make a sound, but found that her throat was uncomfortable.

"Drink some water, you have been in a coma for two whole days." A gentle figure came.

She took the water glass in a daze, felt the liquid swirl in her throat happily, and opened her mouth: "You are? I am..." She found that she couldn't make a full sound, and then drank a few more sips of water.

"Don't worry, you're a little dehydrated, drink some water first, I'll make some porridge for you, this is Virgil, Jill, you can accompany this girl first."

The brown-haired young man standing by the bed stared curiously at Hermione's movement of drinking water. Hermione stopped and smiled at him, and he immediately walked to the bed.

"Hi, I'm Virgil, that was my mother just now, she said she met you on Bailey Street, when you were lying on the ground injured."

Bailey Street?Hermione vaguely searched for the term in her mind, and inadvertently touched a hard object at hand.

her wand? !Her thinking suddenly became clear, the Grangers, Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, Harry. . . . . .Her head was suddenly hit by a sharp pain, and she almost broke the cup in her hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Virgil looked at her worriedly.

Hermione slowed down her breathing, the pain in her head was no longer so sharp, she smiled weakly, and comforted the young man in front of her: "I'm fine, my head is still a little dizzy. Virgil, thank you for saving me, I It's Hermione Granger, my family is in Londonham..." She stopped suddenly, sadly remembering that there is no Granger and his wife in this world anymore, they have completely forgotten their daughter, and now there is only Green The couple happily walks on the farm in Australia. Although they have no children, they are the best to rely on each other.

Hermione felt tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

Virgil was silent and didn't speak.After a while, Hermione looked at Virgil again: "I'm sorry, I just remembered that my parents have passed away, and I no longer have a home."

Tears welled up in the eyes of the brown-haired young man: "Did your parents also die in the war?"

war!Hermione seemed to be touched by electricity, the weird Death Eater mask, the man's pale and slender fingers like a spider, the root of all nightmares, that monster, disturbed even the Muggle world, and the young man's father, also because of Are these dead?

Hermione could only nod silently.

Virgil raised his head and tried to calm his tone: "It's been so many years, but I still seem to be the little boy back then. My father would tell me as soon as he turned his head, and when the war was over, he would take me on a trip to Scotland .”

"It's been so many years..." Hermione murmured.

"Yeah, judging by your age, you should have been a baby at that time. Although the First World War has passed for so long, the pain it brought to us has never stopped. Mother has always missed father, I understand."

World War I? !Hermione could barely think: "You mean the First World War?"

"Yeah, how ironic, the first time, does it indicate that there will be a second time?" Virgil smiled sarcastically.

Hermione stared seriously at the brown-haired young man in front of her, glanced at his moist dark green eyes, tall aquiline nose, and Fang Yi's chin, and said slowly: "What's today's date?"