HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 12

"Your parents also died when you were very young." Tom stated softly, like a sigh.

"Yes, I miss them, they are the best parents in the world."

"You don't question the so-called fate?"

"Fate, I don't even know if there is such a thing as fate. What's the use of questioning? What has happened will not change."

"No, I will not be manipulated by the so-called fate. Only I can decide my fate, and no one can write the ending for me."

Hermione's heart trembled deeply. If the ending has been written, is there any possibility of modifying the beginning?

"I will not lose my life, lose my throne, and let my beloved Ophelia die in a state of anxiety like Hamlet did." Tom looked up at the gilded spine of the books, as if making a promise.

"But Ophelia's identity is destined to make them face a rebellious fate."

"No, it's because Hamlet is too indecisive. He doesn't have firm determination. He couldn't even kill his uncle who insulted his mother immediately after he learned the truth. He is a coward."

"What about Oedipus? He fought against fate all his life, but finally fell into the trap of fate."

"That was an insult to Oedipus by an arrogant and inferior god. He didn't fail, he just failed to have greater power."

"You think you can get rid of all this with more power?"

"Maybe, I have been mocked by fate for a long time, haven't I? But anyway, I will be Sisyphus who mocks fate. Even if I can never push the stone up the mountain, I have never allowed fate to trick me."

Hermione felt that she didn't really know him. For a moment, he was able to hook up with bravery and fearlessness. In the face of the doomed dark ending in the future, his words of fearlessness had a kind of poignancy at this time. Maybe the future can really be changed?Isn't her existence at this moment a major change?Did fate call her here, or did Tom's efforts reverse the so-called fate?

She didn't want to think deeply about this issue, but she questioned the future for the first time, maybe...

Tom's eyes wandered back and forth on the bookshelves. He knew that there was a vast world in those thin pages, and this world had opened up to him. "Will Hogwarts teach you those things? Like The little school you went to was just as good."

"Hogwarts is much better than the small school I was in. The teachers there must be more knowledgeable, and the castle there must be more majestic. Although I only know what it looks like through books, I know that this school has cultivated a lot of people. Many excellent and great wizards, I believe you, will be one of them in the future." Hermione said from the bottom of her heart.

"Really?" Tom's eyes lit up.

"Tom, you are very talented, I believe in you. When you go to Hogwarts, you must tell me more about what it looks like there. I have always wanted to see the tall astronomy tower and the beautiful hall."

"But I can't go to school there until I'm 11 years old, and there are still two years left."

"It's okay, I'll be with you."

Tom looked up in surprise, his heart constricted suddenly, accompanied by a strange pain.Companionship is an expensive promise, and time will ruthlessly destroy it, even if everyone had a sincere heart at the beginning.Two years, a time dimension full of variables, this is just a drop in the ocean in his long life, but it is also a long marathon for him at this moment.The inevitable road that has never been expected, now stands a figure other than him.He didn't doubt the promised itinerary, and he thought he might sniff the flowers.

The restlessness subsided, and the air currents in the wind were no longer turbulent.

The sense of loneliness and isolation had tormented him for too long.In the first days of his life, he was looking for unconditional acceptance and selfless and fearless gifts. However, what he saw through the glass windows of the orphanage was the untouchable hugs and laughter and the always following warm eyes. Tom hoped that Having a pair of eyes like this belongs to me, but I find that this is actually an extravagant wish.Later, he tried to open his eyes to look at the life around him, but was defeated by a more ruthless fact: even though the bodies are sympathetic to each other, there is no soul that can embrace each other.

He knew that he was different, and he was delighted by the differences, but life told him through all kinds of things that in the Muggle world, sometimes there was a terrible price to be paid for being different.Mrs. Carr hadn't hired a psychiatrist for him, and he couldn't tell if it was because Mrs. Carr trusted him or just to save money.The fearful or suspicious eyes that others looked at him made him live in a kind of self-expansion and self-atrophy, and the end of this suffering was the day Hermione appeared.

She told him frankly that he was different and he didn't need to be upset about it.In her eyes was the world he belonged to. For the first time, he felt that besides the vast wilderness, there could be a woman standing beside him.

However, she is like a bird that can fly away at any time. He must always be on guard against the strong wind. Even if one day he needs to tie her free wings, he will never let her disappear into the vortex that will never turn back.Although he never believed in the so-called fate, if she was bestowed by fate, he would accept it frankly.

"If you could go to Hogwarts, which college would you like to go to most?" Tom didn't want to continue the topic just now, he threw out a question at random.

"Gryffindor, of course! That house is full of intrepid people, oh, think of the enthusiastic companions you'll meet, who stand with you and fight together, despite the quarrels and frictions , but they will always be the ones who trust you and support you unconditionally. With them, you will find that you still have a lot of wildness and adventurous spirit in your heart, and you can do many things that you have never tried before.” Hermione Obviously thinking of my good friends, those behaviors that broke the school rules and all kinds of adventures have become the best part of my memory.

"I think that would suit you really well." Tom imagined Hermione laughing and beaming, her curls flying high in a beautiful curve.

"What about you? Which college do you want to be assigned to in the future?" Hermione already knew the answer.

"Maybe it's Ravenclaw. I think erudition is a noble quality, and wisdom is the reliance of survival."

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

"Slytherin is also very good. They are also good at survival and intelligent people, and its founder Salazar Slytherin can also talk to snakes. I heard that talking to snakes is not a common ability."

"Maybe, I heard that several wizard families in East Africa also have the ability to communicate with snakes, but in the UK, it's really not common."

"You mentioned that your friend can also talk to snakes."

"Oh... well, he's from East Africa." I'm sorry Harry, Hermione apologized silently in her heart.

"Where is he now?"

"He...had an accident and passed away." Hermione apologized again from the bottom of her heart, but couldn't help wondering: Is Harry really still alive?What exactly happened, she only remembered that they went to the Irish forest to find clues to the Horcrux, but she couldn't remember anything after that, what happened to them, would he have...

"Sorry, I shouldn't... Maybe that's why you came back from France?"

"Yes, I have no acquaintances in France, and neither in England, probably only you."

only you.

Both hearts trembled at this statement.

The sun and the moon are changing, and there is a lot of traffic. In the great desolation and prosperity, only you are within reach.

Coughing unnaturally, Hermione didn't know whether to regret what she just said, she took the cup that Tom was holding tightly, put it on the table, and began to tidy up the messy table, Tom jumped off the high stool , he walked to Hermione's side, looked up to observe Hermione's movements, his black eyes revealed his concentration.

Hermione almost knocked over the glass bottle on the table.

"Are you feeling better? It's almost noon, what do you want for lunch? I don't learn cooking spells very well, so the taste is not very good, maybe we can go to Mrs. Watson's for dinner, but I've had too many meals It's lunch..."

This may be the first time that Hermione has admitted that she is also not good at cooking spells. Tom remembers that there is a row of "witch counters" in Lihen Bookstore, which are full of "Be a Perfect Witch--Complete Household Spells", "Catch Living in the Stomach of a Wizard—Three Hundred Cooking Skills Witches Must Master" and other books, Hermione, who loves reading, didn't put them all into her clever brain?

Seeing Tom raise his eyebrows, Hermione was a little annoyed: "Yes, I'm not good at cooking spells! I'm not very good at learning, and I have learned it, but you know, this is not something every witch is talented in! There's no need to emphasize this point, as if it's some major flaw! It's nothing, why, do you want to blame his hard-working wife like those mean husbands?!"

Seeing Tom's obviously flushed face, Hermione realized what she had just said.Merlin!She actually said such a thing out of nowhere!She was by no means outraged by the general status of witches as described in the history of magic, although it seemed to Mrs. Molly and Ginny that it was no big deal.

She tried to correct the previous statement: "I mean, when you grow up and have a wife in the future, you can't expect her to master the exquisite housekeeping spells. In fact, I think it is necessary for male wizards to share housework with their wives."

Tom didn't speak.

"There are a lot of antiquated and backward thinking in the wizarding world, almost as much as in the Muggle world. I think I should try to cook in the Muggle way, maybe then I can become a master chef."

Tom still didn't speak.

"I... let's go to Mrs. Watson's for dinner, and I can help, maybe..."

"My future wife..." Tom cut Hermione off abruptly.

"what?"

"My future wife doesn't need to master subtle housekeeping spells, just me." Tom smiled.