HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 13

"You..." Hermione paused, "Yes, this is a responsible and good husband, you are right to think so. Cough."

Tom smiled and looked at Hermione's rarely embarrassed face, and he swore it was the most wonderful look on Hermione's face he had ever seen, and he had to appreciate it.

An indescribable atmosphere spread between the two, Hermione quickly coughed a few times, and turned her head: "You tidy up your clothes, let's go to Mrs. Watson's house."

The sun was just right, the sky was clear, and the white fence gate was opened, and Mrs. Watson was welcoming Virgil home.

"I said Hermione would come, didn't I!" Virgil gave his mother a smug look.

"I, I always burn the pancakes, obviously following the steps..." Hermione was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, take your time, if I have a daughter, maybe I will be as clumsy as you, you know? As a mother, it is actually a very pleasant thing to find her daughter's mistakes in the kitchen " Mrs. Watson laughed, "Is this Tom? He looks much more energetic than this morning. Great, I just made a big pot of sweet soup today."

"Oh, dear Tom, don't look like that, I make a first-class sweet soup, and your sister Hermione likes it very much."

"Yes, Tom, you'll know when you eat it." Hermione nodded at Mrs. Watson.

"Mom, I also like to drink the sweet soup you made." Virgil rushed to answer.

"Of course I know, you." Mrs. Watson shook her head helplessly, and they all laughed for a moment.

Tom's nervous heart relaxed, and the Watsons seemed as relatable as Hermione, although there was always an underlying sadness about them.The bright smile of the brown-haired young man always made him a little uncomfortable. This kind of smile was pure and bright, and he was afraid of this irresistible attraction.He looked up at Hermione, and found that she was already walking with Virgil, talking happily, and he quickly walked up to Hermione's side without saying a word.

The steaming sweet soup was brought to the table, the mashed potatoes were served in small plates, the pancakes were stacked together, the jam jar was half eaten, and after tasting the delicious sweet soup, Tom uttered a timely compliment: "Ma'am, your soup is really delicious. I think that every time Hermione brings snacks, they are probably made by you. They are quite popular."

Mrs. Watson suddenly burst into laughter: "Thank you for liking, dear little gentleman."

Hermione turned to look at Tom, who was showing an appropriate expression of admiration, with bright eyes and a standard smile on his mouth.This cunning person, in just half a day, he has adjusted his posture, behaved decently and politely, he really has the talent to confuse people.

At the dinner table, Hermione briefly introduced the situation last night, which caused Mrs. Watson to exclaim a few times. She looked at Tom with softer eyes, and brought out more food one after another.Virgil was hesitant to speak, his expression was a little disturbed, and he fiddled with his fingers from time to time.Finally, Mrs. Watson left to look for something in the kitchen, and Virgil immediately moved closer to Hermione, making a soft sound.

"Hermione, do you know? I heard that Blau's little sister died of illness." Virgil finally said the sad news.

Hermione's heart was a little shaken. This was the first news of the unfortunate death of the person she had known since coming here.Those faces passing by on the street may not arouse Hermione's special affection. After all, she has seen too many deaths.But once you know a person's name and know one or two things about her, she is no longer a passerby through the glass screen, but an acquaintance who breathes with you and has a little joy, and For the first time, in [-], death did not slow down, and a man who lived in Virgil's narrative died.

Blau is the red-haired young man who stopped him again and again. According to Virgil, he is an Irish immigrant who came to London with his parents to make a living when he was very young. He lost two young sisters, the only remaining relatives he had.

"What?! Is it her sister who fainted from starvation in the factory?"

"No, that's Penny. It was Penny's sister who died. It was so sudden. The day before, Amy was jumping and jumping happily with the doll that Penny made for her."

"But isn't his little sister only 11 years old?"

"Hey, a while ago Blau was looking for a job everywhere, and he was always clamoring to go to the United States. Penny was also busy with medical treatment and doing some laundry work. No one noticed what was wrong with Amy."

"And now... shall we go and see?"

"I went to see Penny quietly. She said that his brother is not mentally stable and may disappear suddenly. I can't appear in front of his brother. If you can, can you go to see Penny for me? I don't know What's going on now. They don't have money for a funeral, and Amy's buried on a hill in the outskirts. I..."

"Okay, I can spare time in the afternoon. Tom, would you like to go and see them? They are people I know here, and the journey may be a bit far. If you are not feeling well, please stay at home."

Tom looked at Virgil's anxious green eyes, then at Hermione's frown, nodded tacitly, got up and took Hermione's hand.

Hermione was a little surprised, she didn't quite understand the meaning of this behavior, but she didn't break free in the end, thanked Mrs. Watson for her hospitality, and she took Tom back home.

After watching Tom drink the remaining potion and resting for a while, they changed into dark clothes and walked out of the house.The neighborhood was very quiet in the afternoon, there were occasional pedestrians passing by on the road, and a black cat was lying on the roof, turning its tail lazily.

Hermione was holding a small group of small white flowers in her hand. This was the only flower that bloomed this season. She and Tom picked a few flowers in the street garden. She found that Tom was actually caring for the delicate flowers carefully. His expression can be called gentle.This tender feeling continued into Hermione's palm. She gently held the pure white flowers. There were still traces of dew on their slender petals, and the thin stems seemed to break if they were folded.The cold winter is about to pass, but a young life can no longer witness another round of blooming flowers.

She knew that Blau had two younger sisters, but she had never met them, and Virgil seemed to have a good relationship with his younger sister. He often mentioned the two sisters unconsciously, and his words were full of pity and joy.Hermione has been secretly curious about the origin between them, but she is too embarrassed to delve into it.Now, before any sparks burst out of her inquiring heart, a protagonist of the story has quietly left the scene.

Gradually walking out of the quiet neighborhood, they came to a slightly crowded street.There are no trees or flowers here, and some portals don't even have wooden doors to keep out the wind.Black rainwater accumulated in the corner, and a few shivering children squatted by the corner.Seeing Hermione and Tom passing by, they showed hopeful expressions, and finally returned to silence silently.

Blau's home finally arrived, the red-haired young man who was always angry and flamboyant, was sitting on the steps, looking down at the dry grass at his feet, and a thin and small girl stood beside him with a face on her face. There are still tears.

Her face was pale, and her red hair was not as shiny as Ginny's, but rather dark, hanging casually behind her head. She had a slender neck and slender arms, and she looked fragile.But she always stood beside Blau, staring at Blau's bowed head motionless.

Sighing, Hermione finally broke the silence: "I..."

"You..." Blau's eyes were a little confused, and finally his eyes became clear, "You are right, I am useless, you see, my sister died in the end, although it is a matter of time."

"No, you..."

"She is only 11 years old. I promised her to take her to see the Statue of Liberty in the United States. She said she would visit Mickey Mouse and his girlfriend. They are living happily in the United States."

"What's wrong with her?"

"The doctor said it was a virus infection. But where did the virus come from? I have been to so many blocks in London. Could it be that I brought the virus? Maybe it was a nasty rat, maybe it was just a gust of wind. But she died She can't even go back to that piece of El Heights that she has never been to."

"God bless, she will go to heaven, she will become an angel, flap her little wings and play the delicate harp, she will sing freely and live a happy life." Hermione comforted the person in front of her with difficulty.

Blau stopped talking.

"Are you Hermione?" Penny finally moved, and she took the flowers in Hermione's hand, "Thank you, he is the one who asked you to come? I'm fine, so don't worry about it. This is it?" She looks at Tom.

"This is my friend, his name is Tom."

Tom looked at the dim crowd in front of him, unable to say a word, he could only nod his head.The same death, the inevitable death, he had seen too many.The little sister of the family in front of him only lived a few years longer than Sony, but the grief brought by death will not be lessened by the longer life. He is glad that he did not see those closed eyes, withered cheeks, lifeless silence.He didn't want to conceive of whether he would be like that: lost, over, dead.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I don't know. We are wandering people. It was my brother and I's biggest wish to let Amy go to school, but now it is meaningless. I think my brother may really go to the United States. After all, there are many opportunities there, and it is also Amy's. wish."

"What about you?" Virgil's worried eyes appeared in Hermione's mind.

"I, I don't know, I will find a job, I don't want to go to the United States, I want to be here with Amy."

"If you have any difficulties, you can come to me, I live in..."

"I know, he often mentions you, don't worry, my illness is cured, and the factory may hire me again."

"Okay then, Tom and I are going back, take care, may Amy rest in peace, Amen."

"Amen."

The setting sun dyes the roofs of different heights red, and the temperature on the earth is slowly fading.Hermione sighed, stopped lingering, took Tom's hand, and walked back slowly.

"Life is so fragile." Tom stated quietly.

"Maybe, but everybody has to try to live, doesn't they?"

Tom nodded, and the wordless panic drove his heart to burn again: "Can you teach me spells and magic in advance?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, she couldn't refuse someone who loves learning: "Okay."

Tom grasped the hand they held, and his steps became firm.

The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, and on the uneven ground, their shadows clung to each other.