HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 21

Sillet did not eat the neighbor's bunny after all, and the trip to Little Hangleton in autumn became a secret that would not be easily mentioned.Time flies, and in the busyness, another Christmas is coming.

"Tom, come and help me, I think I chose a little big for this Christmas tree." Hermione was struggling to drag a Norway spruce into the house.

"Why not use magic?" Tom put down the book helplessly.

"Some things are better done by yourself. Besides, this is at the door."

"I understand that Mrs. Watson will faint when she sees a tree fly into the house by itself." He started to help Hermione erect the spruce in the living room.

"Okay. Thank you, Tom."

Tom shrugged. "I suppose you bought a bunch of candle candies and ribbons too?"

"Tom, don't always be so smart."

"I don't think it's hard."

"Well, say goodbye to your books for a while and help me decorate the Christmas tree."

"I'm honored." Tom even exaggeratedly took off the top hat that didn't exist on his head.

On Christmas Eve, Hermione leaned against the window, remembering the plot of Christmas Eve last year. Now, a year later, she was gradually familiar with this kind of life, and the various things in the distant future gradually became unreal.She shook her head and smiled bitterly. No matter whether she tried her best to forget or remember, she no longer had the original state of mind. This is probably growth. Under the pressure of the external environment, she and Tom grew up at an astonishing speed without restraint.

"Merry Christmas." Tom held up a dancing stump of candle.

"Merry Christmas."

"You're going to Hogwarts next year."

"how about you?"

"I don't know, you know I'm investigating something, right. There must be something wrong with the tattoo you found, the hair I cut will grow back quickly, and the wounds on my body will heal quickly. You know? Back It's been almost two years since I came to the UK, and my hair is still the same length, and my appearance doesn't seem to have changed at all, even the length of my nails is the same. I feel that I am not a living state, a living person How can I escape the scouring of time? I must check it out."

"It seems so. Last time your wound did heal very quickly." Tom nodded, "But I think it's not a hurting magic, but a healing magic."

"But it's so strange, watching myself being frozen here, while the people around me are constantly growing. I don't want to live forever, and, besides, this must have something to do with... ah, what happened to me in France .”

"Aren't you still willing to tell me what happened to you in France?"

"Excuse me, I can't tell you yet."

"It's okay, I can understand." Small candles danced in Tom's eyes, "After I go to Hogwarts, you will come to see me, right?"

"Of course, if you don't want your classmates to see me, I can often send you letters with an owl. In fact, I planned to buy you an owl on the day I bought Celite."

"Sillet, can I take it?"

"Of course, as long as Nagini doesn't mind."

"I don't think it will."

"By the way, every summer vacation and Christmas vacation, if you are willing to come back, I will wait for you here."

"I will definitely come back." Tom paused, "After investigating the tattoo, what will you do?"

"Why did it take so long? I don't think this is an easy task. Only Merlin knows when this will end."

"End?" Tom narrowed his eyes.

"I mean, find out the secret behind the tattoo, let's talk about the future." Hermione didn't dare to think about the future, she didn't even know if she had a future, if she didn't find out the truth about her time travel to 60 years ago In any case, she can't rest assured to conceive the so-called future.

"Will everything be all right after we get to Hogwarts?" Tom asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, everything will be fine."

On Christmas Day, Watson's house was over-decorated. White and gold ribbons filled the living room, colorful candies piled up on the table, and colorful Christmas trees shone. Hermione suspected that she had gone to the wrong room, but in After seeing the shy Penny, she finally understood why.

"Looks like you've already told Mrs. Watson." Hermione blinked.

"Hey, I'm trying to introduce you. This is my girlfriend Penny." Virgil said seriously.

"Hi, Penny." Hermione said with an "I knew it" expression.

"Hello, Hermione, hello, Tom," Penny responded in a low voice.

"Hello." Tom glanced at Virgil coldly and replied blankly.He turned around and walked to the fireplace, found a sofa and sat down casually.

"Okay, this is my gift to you, Jill, you didn't tell me that Penny was coming here, so I'm sorry, Penny, you take this gift, Jill has got his best this year I won't give any more presents." Penny blushed at what Hermione said.

"Hermione, you made fun of me again." Virgil could only scratch his hair.

Hermione looked at the affection conveyed in the eyes of the two people in front of her, smiled slightly, and walked towards the fireplace.

"Tom, what's the matter? You don't like the present I gave you?"

"You know why that's not the case."

"I see. Your birthday is coming soon. You can still look forward to a birthday gift. I promise it will be a surprise."

Looking up at Hermione's bright smile, Tom finally reluctantly accepted the fact that he was going to see another Muggle frequently, and he sighed: "I think I prefer "Three Hundred Common Potions" to "Let's You are a hundred times more charming—let’s have some magic sports, I think you will definitely consider my opinion more next time.”

Hermione covered her mouth and smirked.

"Children, it's time for dinner. I would like to announce that today there is a dish as a gift." Mrs. Watson's high-pitched voice came from the restaurant.

"Gift?" Hermione was a little surprised. She turned to look at Tom, and found that he had stood up and walked to the living room, and she hurriedly followed.

The hot dishes had been served on the table, and everyone sat down around the table. Penny and Virgil held hands, causing Mrs. Watson to look around from time to time, while Tom calmly scooped up the soup in the bowl , only Hermione kept looking around curiously, wondering which dish was the legendary gift.

"So, what is that mysterious gift?" Hermione finally couldn't hold back her curiosity, "Did... Penny make it?"

"Oh, Hermione, I didn't expect you to be so impatient." Mrs. Watson couldn't help laughing, "It's here."

Hermione turned her head and looked, and there were some golden pies on the white plate, and there were flowers drawn with lines on the golden crispy skin, surrounded and dotted with green leaves.

"Taste." Mrs. Watson pointed to the plate.

As soon as the pie was in her mouth, Hermione almost cried. She would never forget the taste, in the halls of Hogwarts, in the bar of Hogsmeade, in the warm Gryffindor common room, She has tasted this food countless times, a food unique to the wizarding world-pumpkin pie.She knows who did it.

"It's delicious, really delicious." Hermione took another piece.

"Oh, as long as you like it, Tom told me it's called pumpkin pie, a strange way of doing it, but it looks good. Yes, it's a Christmas present from Tom." Mrs. Watson also picked up a piece, "It's really A good boy."

"Thank you, Tom." Hermione gave Tom a warm hug.

"You're welcome, this is what I saw in "Magic Food Cooking" on your bookshelf. It's actually really simple, a little magic."

"A little bit of magic." Hermione gritted her teeth, "I'm so glad you're talented in that too."

"Thank you."