HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Mrs. Watson was holding the gruel she had just cooked, and saw the rescued girl scratching her messy hair, as if frightened by something, she remained motionless, while her son looked at her suspiciously, as if not Understand why girls react like this.She put down the hot porridge, walked towards her son, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"She asked me for today's date and I told her she looked in disbelief and then stopped talking. Mum, I think she must have been through something bad so she's still a little confused."

Mrs. Watson looked at the girl sympathetically. She approached and held the girl's hand. The girl trembled but did not break away. She looked at Mrs. Watson with some emptiness: "Ma'am, what date is it today?"

"My child, you have been in a coma for two days. There may be some confusion about the time. Look, this is today's newspaper, which was delivered in the morning." Mrs. Watson handed over the newspaper on the table.

Hermione opened the newspaper, looked at the date on the newspaper, over and over again, and it was impressively printed in black ink on November 1934, 11.

Hermione told herself to calm down, all this might be just a dream, or she might have been enchanted, and crazy fantasies appeared in her mind, but her reason told her this fact that she didn't want to believe, for some reason, she Back more than 60 years ago, the two kind-hearted people in front of her rescued her, but she couldn't even recall the last scene before coming here.She couldn't think of her two life-and-death friends, and what accompanied her was only a fainting headache. She sorted out her thoughts, but found that they had already surpassed the constraints of reason, and grew chaotically towards fear and panic.

Mrs. Watson sighed and put the hot porridge beside the bed, gave her son a knowing look, and silently exited Hermione's room.

The next night, Hermione finally woke up from complete fear and worry. She was surprised to find that all the wounds on her body had healed, but she didn't cast a healing spell.She attributes this to Mrs. Vail's careful care, and she is now sitting at the dinner table with the Watsons, making up a plausible story.

"So, Hermione, oh, please allow me to call you that, you don't have any relatives in the world now, do you?" Mrs. Watson looked at her with sympathy.

Hermione nodded awkwardly. In order not to arouse suspicion, she had to make up a tragic and painful story of Cinderella, which also reasonably explained her scars and her strange attire, which was due to her cruel heart that did not exist. Uncle's family.Hermione tried to give herself a mocking smile, but couldn't hold her head up in guilt.

Hermione learned that Mrs. Watson lived on the two houses left by her husband, while her son Virgil worked in a small telegraph company. Sorrow.

Hermione quickly understood why.

It was a cold and windy afternoon, and Virgil took Hermione to find a job as a translator. At Mrs. Watson's request, Hermione lived in a small house next to Mrs. Watson.This was the source of Mrs. Watson's livelihood, and Hermione couldn't just sit in the room and enjoy all this in vain, she could only try her best to repay her.

"Hey, you bastard of the Watson family, you're taking your girlfriend to the street for shopping. Your girlfriend looks boring, but she's not your kind of dirty traitor blood, so she's a high climber!"

Hermione turned her head and saw a young man with red hair smiling obscenely at her, and she suddenly realized that there might be such disgusting eyes under the red hair.

Virgil ignored his provocation and walked straight forward.The words about blood in the red-haired youth aroused her painful memories about a blond bastard. In the Muggle world, blood race discrimination is more serious than in the wizarding world, but Virgil. . . . . .She thought of the striking aquiline nose of the Watson family, recalled the history in the history books, and suddenly understood the cause of the problem.

Jewish.

The following World War II was a hell for the Jews. Fortunately, Watson lived in the UK, damn blood discrimination!That lunatic is also a suitor of pure blood, but he himself is only a mixed blood!Hermione glared back at the defiant bastard, deciding that next time she'd be as rude as she was with Malfoy.

After several efforts, Hermione finally found a job as a French interpreter. She took a few trips to Diagon Alley and got a job in potion preparation under the pseudonym of HG. She needed money.

On Christmas Eve, she had been able to pay Mrs. Watson three months' rent and opened a small account at Gringotts. She thanked her bright brain and abundant knowledge, and the heavy day and night work made her No time to think about more things until that day comes.

It was Christmas morning, and the streets were empty. Hermione wanted to relax her mind, which was drowsy from the potion, and wandered aimlessly on the street. This time, she walked further than ever, hoping Winter winds can bring waking pain.There are no pedestrians on the road, and the doors and windows of the shops are closed. She seems to be able to hear the joyful Christmas songs and the tempting aroma of food on the table from the windows of the residents on the street.She wrapped her coat tightly, trying not to be defeated by weakness.She walked around the wide street and walked to a narrow alley beside the street. Even though it was in the Christmas atmosphere, the alley still revealed layers of old and dilapidated atmosphere.

"Let go, it's mine!"

The high-pitched voice of a child caught her attention.It was a few children wearing the same brown clothes, which looked like the uniform of an institution, but seeing the obviously ill-fitting cuffs and too short trousers, she knew that they might be children from an orphanage.But why were they in this dirty alley on Christmas Day?

Hermione looked at the boy who was speaking. He was tall and strong, obviously a head taller than the other children around him. Each child had unhealthy colors on their faces, and the youngest child had squatted on the ground and started to cry.

Hermione tried not to intervene in this children's war, but the noise became louder, the surrounding air began to flow abnormally, and the ground was full of rustling sounds. She looked up to the ground and saw a small emerald green snake approaching Swim in the direction of the group of children.

"Monster! He's a monster!" Accompanied by several screams of pain, the surrounding children scattered away. The little boy who was squatting on the ground and crying seemed to want to stand up, but fell to the ground in a hurry. Min knew she couldn't just stand by like this. Just now, she felt a powerful magic power emerge from the group of children, and now she found the master of the magic power.