HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 20

"It's foggy." After walking through the streets in silence, Hermione finally broke the silence.

"Yes, it's a pity that there is no nightingale singing to ring the evening bell for me at this time." Tom didn't look back, he walked far away, as if he was going to keep going.

"Tom, I..."

"Okay, where is my mother's former residence? Not far from here, tell me together, I can bear it." Tom finally stopped.His gaze was as cold as ice, and the last layer of childishness on his body had completely faded away, hard lines wrapped every inch of his skin, and his soft curly hair was blown away by the wind to lose its gentle shape.The mist infiltrated the tall trees and the breath of the forest bit by bit. Gradually, it became difficult for Hermione to recognize those black eyes.

"I think Gaunt's old house is on that hill." Hermione finally surrendered.

"I see. Would you still like to go? Watch another secular satire?" Tom curled his lips.

"Please don't say that, I will definitely be with you, you don't understand, there are some things..."

"Don't understand what? As I said, I believe you, whether you are my mother's friend or a prophet, a prophet, a madman, a conspiracy, no matter what you have to do with that Ceslak, no matter what you do quietly in the middle of the night What, I believe you!" Tom's harsh voice was almost engraved on Hermione's heart.

There was silence except for the rustling of leaves.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." After a moment of silence, Tom apologized.

Hermione didn't answer, she was trying to swallow the sour moisture, if it was Harry Ron standing in front of her, she would have been ridiculed unrestrainedly, until they were so scolded by her that they couldn't lift their heads, choked and said nothing not come out.But the boy in front of her was right in accusing her, she was a clumsy liar, and the lies she made up were hard for her to believe.But she probably will never be able to tell him everything, how he will view his future self, will he avoid the mistakes he made before because of her information, and thus become a stronger and more terrifying demon king?What would he think of her promises and actions, a well-meaning friend or a watcher and judge at all times?Fate handed her an unsolvable problem, and the only thing she could do was to swallow this bitter pill, even if one day she would die of poison.

She just looked at Tom without saying a word.

The sky and the earth were silent, and the fog was getting heavier and thicker. Tom in front of him seemed to be a blurry figure, drifting away into the sky.Hermione felt that everything was moving away, as if she had flown away from the shell, to a more distant place.

She stood there blankly, her mind blank, until that figure rushed over and hugged her: "Hermione, don't leave."

Hermione just smiled, and she gently stroked Tom's soft curly hair: "I know, you're just scared, don't worry, I won't leave."

Tom hugged her tighter and said nothing more.The two snuggled together quietly until the autumn wind blew the branches and leaves, the mist gradually dissipated, the sun freely sprinkled on every piece of land and creatures, and the robin sang again.

"Let's go, it's already noon, Gaunt's old house is not far away."

"it is good."

Gaunt's old house is on a hill outside the town, and there is an alder bush outside the door.It was a dilapidated shed, with moss on the walls, and many of the roof tiles had fallen off, and here and there the rafters were exposed.Nettles grew thickly all around the house, reaching up to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime.A dead snake was nailed to the door. (Note: Part of the original description is quoted from the original work.)

Tom looked at everything in front of him in amazement: "This is a pure-blood family ancestral home with a history of 600 years?"

"I think so." Hermione's eyes widened as well.She thought all pureblood family homes would be as beautiful as Malfoy Manor.

"I think I can even understand why my mother took a fancy to that bastard." Tom even joked, and he tried to push the door open with his hand to remove the dead snake from the door.

The door opened, there was almost no light inside, and the dark damp came in. Hermione covered her mouth and nose, and followed behind Tom.

"It's hard to imagine my mother living here, and she's probably not doing very well." Tom sighed.

Passing through a dark living room, the two walked into a room with some sunlight on the ceiling.There are a lot of glass bottles and waste paper piled up here and there, a snake-shaped clock is tilted to the ground, and the turmeric wallpaper is rolled up.

"You...who are you?" A drunken voice rang out from a reclining chair that was piled with debris.

After looking carefully for a long time, Hermione finally recognized a bearded face from the newspaper clothes.

"Who are you?" Tom took a step back alertly.

"I'm...Mofingunt, no, this, isn't this my home? Why are you here?" The face finally looked sober.

"What's your relationship with Mero Gaunt?" Tom stood still.

"Merope? Ha, my poor sister ran away with a little boy. Why, Merope, you're back?" The man tried to stand up and walked in Hermione's direction.

"Stop, she's not, Merope is dead."

"Dead? Ha, there's been no news for such a long time, so it's dead? I said my sister wouldn't be so cruel, she always remembers to buy me wine!" Gaunt sat down again tremblingly, "This Fool, I said don't wishful thinking, now it's all right, no one even bought me wine, who are you, are you here to buy me wine?"

"I am Merope's son." Tom said quietly.

"Merope's child? You wouldn't have been born to her and the boy! Merlin, I can't see that Merope has kept silent all day long, so there is such a thing." After finishing speaking, Mofingant wretchedly said laugh it out.

"You don't know I exist?"

"Ha, how could I know, my father fell ill after she ran away with that little boy, she was so daring and married a Muggle, after all, we are also the Gaunt family, how can we marry a lowly Muggle Glory, um, glory!" He raised his hands in a toast gesture.

"So you're the only uncle I have left?"

"Uncle? Uncle is good. Come on, remember to buy a few more bottles of vodka for uncle. Don't mention it, Muggle wine is really good."

"I see." Tom muttered to himself, and he watched Moffingund lying down on the recliner again with disgust, kicked away the wine bottle at his feet, and walked out of the room.

"Tom." Hermione chased after him.

"I want to go to another room to have a look, can you wait for me outside?"

Hermione looked at Tom's gloomy expression, nodded, and walked out of the damp house.

After carefully observing how a chickadee combed its feathers, Tom finally walked out of Gaunt's old house: "I think we should go back."

"But?"

"Enough is enough. I think I understand what you said about Muggle purebloods. Isn't this good evidence? The so-called noble purebloods will also degenerate into this kind of virtue. I will no longer I am troubled by the issue of blood, and from today on, I am myself, and I am no longer someone who can be defined by birth."

"Tom?" Hermione found that today's Tom surprised her again. The kind of fanaticism obsessed with killing Muggles and worshiping pure blood is gone?Tom Riddle himself said he doesn't care about blood and origin?Merlin, she hoped this wasn't an auditory hallucination.

"You look happy." Tom turned his head.

"Really?" Hermione touched the corner of her upturned mouth, "I don't think anyone will be upset that they don't have to be looked down upon."

"Never, Hermione, I will never look down on you."

"I think you're a little too casual when you say forever. It's a long day. But I'm glad you said that, Tom."

"I think Sillett must be waiting at home impatiently. I'm worried about the new wallpaper and the top of the low cabinet." Tom smiled, thinking of Nagini who only dared to swim in the grass, and shook his head.

"Oh, Merlin, I forgot to feed Celette today, I hope it won't eat Mrs. Mary's little rabbit next door!"

"I think we need to go back quickly."

"Yeah, I don't think there are any buses at this hour. How about Apparating, Tom?"

"Could there be another way?"

"We didn't bring a broom, do I need to buy a broom first?"

"No, I don't think so, then, please." Tom held out his arm.

"Oh, good." Hermione took Tom's arm.

"Thank you, you are so considerate."

"My pleasure, ma'am."

The voice fell, and the two disappeared at the same time.