HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 10

The wall clock on the wall pointed to the direction of six o'clock, and the sky was getting brighter. Hermione looked at Tom's calm face and knew that everything was over.She twisted her sore neck and gently patted Mrs. Karl who was sleeping on the sofa.

"Madam, it's six o'clock, you should go back to your room and rest for a while."

This sound seemed to startle Mrs. Karl, she jumped up from the small sofa, and spent half a minute figuring out her situation.She apologized to Hermione: "My God, did you stay up all night? It's really hard for you. This is what I should do. Oh, fortunately, there is still time before the children get up. How are Rubai and Tom doing?" gone?"

"Tom's fever has subsided, and he will recover after a few days of rest. Lubai seems to be fine, but he may have been frightened. He was talking in his sleep from time to time last night."

"Fortunately, I'll go and send Lubai back to the room. Let Tom rest here for a while while the fireplace is still warm."

"Okay, ma'am, you can rest for a while."

Mrs. Karl waved her hand and picked up the child on the sofa.

Hermione walked back to Tom's side. There was no trace of magic fluctuations on his body, and everything returned to calm. It looked as if magic had never existed on him.He showed a peaceful expression, like every child in sleep, the angel folded his wings.

Tom opened his eyes.He was trapped under the feather quilt, and there was a dull pain in his head. What came into his eyes was a pair of brown eyes, with a faint blue shadow under his eyes. The owner of these eyes seemed very excited, because she was using warm Putting his palms on his forehead, he muttered something.

Puzzled.This is his biggest feeling right now.His mind could not work out the motives and reasons for all the actions of the man in front of him.She looks both strange and familiar, sincere and enthusiastic, but at some moments, he can feel her unconscious concealment, and he doesn't understand the reason behind it, but he doesn't want to expose it.Whatever the purpose, he couldn't deny that she was good to him.

Hermione.This complicated word was regurgitated in his mouth over and over again. From the first time he knew her name, Tom only wanted to call her this way. He didn't want to use other words, which would make him feel an invisible barrier. And he didn't want to be separated.To his surprise, the person in front of him readily accepted the title and didn't think there was any problem.He can be sure that they must have met somewhere, this special sense of familiarity, like reincarnation, like... destined.

Hermione was a little strange. Tom stared at her for a long time, but didn't answer a word. Could it be that the high fever burned his brain?Merlin, if the future Dark Lord lost his proud IQ due to illness, should she be happy or sad?

"Tom, Tom, are you all right?"

"I'm fine." Tom finally found his voice.He found that his voice had become a little hoarse, sounding so unfamiliar, which made him slightly uncomfortable, and he didn't want to use this voice to say anything more in front of Hermione.

"Why did you blow the sea breeze for so long yesterday and wear such thin clothes? Do you know that when you suddenly fell down, I was terrified."

There was actually a kind of concern on her face, Tom was slightly intoxicated by this kind of concern, he remembered the scene of him and Hermione having dinner in a tavern on the street many days ago, the same slight intoxication lingered in his mind Heart.He wondered if it was the smell of wine, something new after meeting Hermione, and he was both confused and enjoying it.

"Oh, Tom is awake too, that's great, you're all awake, Lubai is really freezing, he's still huddled in bed and refuses to come out, saying it's too cold outside, this playful kid. Oh the kids are waking up and my porridge isn't cooking yet?! Oh I haven't washed the rice cooker from yesterday, gosh...”

"Ma'am, I wonder if I can take Tom to my house for a few days" Hermione suddenly interrupted Madam Carl.

"What... what?"

Hermione felt that two people in the hall were staring at her, and she couldn't take back her impulsive words, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "I mean, Tom's illness still needs special care, but you haven't rested well, and There are so many children waiting for you, so I wonder if I can...."

"Really...thank you very much. God knows how devastated I am now. Tom can't just let it go. In fact, Millie fell down yesterday. I'm thinking about buying some disinfectant and gauze today. Anyway, thank you very much. Tom, would you like to go?"

Tom saw the shining eyes of the two people in front of him, and finally nodded: "Okay."

"Tom, take a rest here first. I'll help Mrs. Carl prepare breakfast. Do you have anything to bring? I'll get it for you later."

Tom shook his head, watching Hermione go.He spent nine years in the orphanage, and it was the first time in his life that he left to go to a place called "home", even though it was someone else's "home".I heard that "home" is warm and tidy, and it is a place that everyone is deeply attached to. It is difficult for him to understand the praise of artists for their homeland, but it is undeniable that he once again felt uneasiness and expectation, these strange emotions , all became frequent visitors in his heart after Hermione appeared.

To his relief, Hermione had prepared everything before the other children in the orphanage woke up, and now he was standing on the bus stop with Hermione in a slightly ridiculous thick robe, waiting for the red bus to arrive.

"Don't be nervous. In fact, all wizards dress like this. It's very old-fashioned. When I saw the wizard robes for the first time, I thought I had entered the legendary Middle Ages. Although wizards have all kinds of magical powers, their Aesthetics, sometimes I really can’t flatter myself.”

Tom silently agreed with this point of view in his heart, and he thought of the witch with the huge bird wings on her head in Diagon Alley.The double-decker bus came, and Hermione excitedly held his hand and walked to the second floor of the bus.

"I've always wanted to sit on the second floor of the bus, but I've always been discouraged. Fortunately, London has always had it, which is much smoother than the Knight Bus."

Tom didn't ask about the Knight Bus, he guessed it was another feature of the wizarding world.The high angle of view changes the color of the ordinary scenery in front of you. The cars on the street slide past the bus like a few swimming fish, the young leaves of the trees are slightly green, and the stained glass windows of the church on the side of the road are in front of him. There was a flash of brilliance in his eyes.The bus slowly drove towards a neighborhood he had never been to before. The roads here were clean and the houses were lined up. A few pigeons rested on the side of the road and flew to the blue sky again. An old gentleman leaned on a cane, From time to time, he took off his hat to greet his acquaintances. There were also a few English terriers on the lawn, wagging their short tails and chasing each other.This looks like a standard paradise in a picture book, with a beautiful environment, a harmonious family and lovely children and old people.Tom was intoxicated until Hermione's voice interrupted him.

"Tom, we're almost there, let's go down."

After getting off the bus, crossing the intersection, and passing through several tree-lined paths, Hermione stopped in front of a small house: "Here, Tom, this is it."

The red wooden door, the rusty house number, and a small pot of hibernating flowers in the corner.Looking up, you can vaguely see the beige curtains on the window on the second floor, and a stack of books casts a vague black shadow on the window.

Hermione took out her key and opened the door, holding out her hand to invite Tom in.

"This is where I live, come in."

Before Tom was about to walk in the door, a slightly worried voice interrupted his movements: "Hermione! Are you okay, you didn't come back last night, Virgil and I were worried."

It was only then that Tom noticed a middle-aged woman and a tall and thin young man standing not far from the gate. At this time, the young man was looking at Hermione worriedly with green grass eyes.

Tom took a step closer to Hermione.

"Who is this little gentleman? Oh, he looks so charming." Mrs. Watson finally found the little boy who was following Hermione.

"Er... this is Tom, the child I often visit in the orphanage, he is... he is the child of my neighbor's sister when I was young, and her mother and I are good friends."

The brown-haired young man took a few steps forward curiously, and squatted down, as if he wanted to say hello to the black-haired boy in front of him: "Um, hello, I..."

"Tom Riddle." The dark-haired boy held out his hand.

"Virgil Watson." Shaking hands awkwardly, Virgil touched his nose, and the serious adult-style introduction of the little boy in front of him made him a little strange.

"Shall we go in first? Tom is still sick. I want to go in and get some medicine first."

Hermione's voice finally resolved the silent embarrassment, Tom turned his head, and walked into the room next to Hermione.