HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 19

One hand caught Hermione's flailing fist.

"I said, what do you want to do? Are you a lunatic, you are with Gaunt, and you suddenly brought her child to ask for money?" Old Riddle grabbed Hermione's fist, with a smug expression on his face. look.

"You're just... Is your name really Tom Riddle?"

"What? Wanted to scam but didn't ask for the victim's information in advance?" Old Riddle's hand tightened, and Hermione's face flushed from the pain.

"Let go!" A small but firm voice sounded.

"What?" Old Riddle looked around.

Standing not far away, Tom looked up at Old Riddle's eyes looking around. His silent eyes were dark and dull, and there was no trace of blood on his face. With the extremely rapid fluctuation of the airflow, black flames shot up all over Tom, and the scorched leaves Already spiraling up, forming several messy forces, the strong wind blew the curly forehead hair, he clasped his hands, stared at his nominal father and said word by word: "I say, let go."

Old Riddle was a little surprised, he let go of Hermione's grip, and turned to Tom: "So you also... you also have those evil witchcraft!"

"You're half right. It's witchcraft, but it's not evil. It's just right to use it against you." Tom raised his lips.

A transparent barrier was instantly built around, with dead leaves hovering, and the black mist gradually pervading. A gleam of red light flashed in Tom's eyes. His cold appearance at this time reminded Hermione of the pale and terrifying snake face 60 years later. .Old Riddle was almost unable to stand still. He held his cane to support his body, trying to suppress his frightened expression.Seeing that Tom was about to say a spell with his lips parted, Hermione strode forward and hugged Tom.

"Tom! Don't!" Lightning and thunder rumbled in the black mist, powerful magic power collided with Hermione's body, golden and black light burst out sparkling sparks, and Hermione couldn't see anything for a moment.Every part of her body was cut by a knife, every bone and nerve was screaming, but she shook her hands and hugged Tom tightly, even though it felt like holding thousands of sharp blades.

"Tom, don't do this, stop, stop." Hermione kept whispering, almost unconsciously.

After a long time, Tom's vision finally became clear. He turned his head and saw the wound on Hermione's face. The blood soaked her eyelashes and spread to the corner of her mouth, forming a small whirlpool.And her mouth kept trembling, holding him tightly with her hands, almost suffocating him, slowly pushing her away, Tom saw Hermione's bloody hands, her cheeks, neck, back of her hands, everything that was on the outside There are deep knife marks everywhere.

What did he do?

"You stopped me? You think I'm doing something wrong?" Tom stared at Hermione's blood smeared on him.

"I don't think you're doing it wrong, but you shouldn't be doing it this way."

Tom turned his head to look at the old Riddle who had already passed out, with a complicated expression.He seemed to wake up from some kind of dream, repeatedly wiping the blood sticking to his hands: "I hurt you."

"No, this is not your subjective wish."

"It's not the first time I've let someone bleed."

"I know, but you don't have to explain anything, because I believe you too. You see, the wounds on my body have healed. It's strange that I haven't cast the healing spell yet."

Tom heard the words and looked, and sure enough, he found that the deep cut on Hermione's body had healed, and there was no abnormality except for the dried blood on the skin.

"Clean it up!" Hermione waved at the two of them, and the blood on their bodies immediately disappeared without a trace. Except for the old Riddle who was still in a coma, it seemed that nothing happened just now.

"Look, that's all right." Hermione patted the folds of her clothes, she pointed at the lying old Riddle, she didn't have any intention of going forward, she just shrugged her shoulders, and said regretfully, "Poor thing .”

"I always thought my father was dead." Tom sighed, "but now, seeing such a father, I don't know whether I should be happy that he is still alive. He lives in prosperity and happiness, knowing my existence , and never came to me for nine years. He insulted my mother, scorned my blood, he was a shameless bastard, such a man, a Muggle without magic, was my father."

Tom never seemed to have spoken so long in one breath.

"You know that?" asked Tom suddenly.

"No, I don't know." I really didn't know your father was such a person, Hermione thought to herself sincerely.

"I don't have a father anymore." Tom waved away the surrounding barriers.

"I don't know how to comfort you, but you have to know that I am by your side."

Tom nodded reluctantly.

"Oh, dear, what's the matter with you?" An old voice rushed out.

The gray-haired old woman struggled to help the old Riddle who fell on the ground, and she shouted at the figure standing not far away: "Come here and help me? I can't move him alone."

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Hermione had no choice but to hold up the limp arm of the unconscious old Riddle. Tom frowned in disapproval, and finally followed into the nearby house.

The towering hall is decorated with exquisite tapestries, and fragrant flowers are packed in ancient Greek-style porcelain vases, which echo the oil paintings on the walls. The huge crystal chandeliers project colorful spots and decorate the walls.It wasn't until she put old Riddle on a couch that Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." The old woman took out a five-dollar pound.

"I don't think so." Hermione's voice was a little cold, and she signaled to Tom beside her, "Let's go."

"Wait." The two didn't stop.

"Wait a minute, boy, can I see your face again?" the old woman cried.

Tom turned around blankly, he hated this face in his heart.

"Are you nine years old this year?"

Tom turned and walked on.

"You are Merope's child, so you survived." The old woman said hastily.

"You hope I'm dead, don't you? My dear grandmother." Tom successfully watched the old woman in front of him change his face.

"You really are... so, who are you?" The old woman turned to Hermione.

"It doesn't matter who she is, what matters is that I just had a friendly conversation with my father." Tom interrupted the old woman's temptation.

"It turns out that Tom also recognized you. After all these years, I always feel that one day you will come to my door."

"Are you coming to fight for property?" Tom's breath became unsteady again.

"Looking at the current situation, I don't think you have such a plan, otherwise you wouldn't have turned around and left just now." The old woman poured a cup of tea from the teapot on the table.

"I don't think we'll see each other again, Hermione, let's go."

"Tom.....Your name is Tom, right? Tom, please wait a moment, hey, Merope is such an infatuated girl."

"She won't see that bastard!" Tom's voice sharpened.

"Whether you admit it or not, your mother loves your father very much." The old woman took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and raised a photo on the table, "This is Lydia, your father's The fiancée, if it wasn't your mother, she would have married your father, instead of jumping into the river to commit suicide and be buried in a deserted public cemetery without even being forgiven by the priest."

"You bullshit!"

"Your father and Lydia are in love with each other. They have already set the date of marriage, but your mother has used some means. Tom actually changed his mind and wanted to marry your mother. Lydia can't stand the lover's words." Betrayed and ridiculed by others, committed suicide by jumping into the river. Your father didn't know Lydia had passed away for two years after leaving your mother. And during the two years with Merope, he couldn't remember Lydia at all the existence of this person."

"I'm not here to find out what happened in the past. Since then, Tom has become a different person. What he did, even I can't see clearly. I just want to tell you these things, whether May What happened to Lop back then, you are innocent, you are always a child of our Riddle family. If one day you want to fight for property, then come.” The old woman put down the photo in her hand, and seemed to finish her speech in one breath. Words that have been prepared all their lives.

"Since you say so, there will be a day. I hope you can live until the day when all the property falls into my hands." Tom replied without emotion.

"I hope I can live to that day. I also want to see you grow up. When you grow up, you must be a handsome young man. I think this is what Merope loved your father the most. Tom, I wish you Good luck to you. Hermione, no matter what reason you meet and live together, please take good care of him."

Being called out suddenly, Hermione couldn't quite get over the emotional entanglement of old Tom Merope, she nodded stiffly, suddenly thinking that Tom might have inherited more from his grandmother.

"This has nothing to do with you, goodbye." Tom cut off the conversation abruptly. He took one last look at the old Riddle who was still unconscious on the sofa, and walked out of the manor without looking back.