HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 29

The surface of the lake was sparkling at dusk, and a few chatting students were scattered in twos and threes on the emerald green grass. Not far away, on the Quidditch field not far away, the last sweaty shouts and cheers of this semester could be heard.The black Thestral spread its wings and circled back and forth at a high altitude invisible to people.The turbulent sea of ​​clouds in the distance reflected the soft glow, and the castle and the grassland were dyed a rose-like warm golden color.

"What are you looking at?" A voice came from behind.

Hermione turned her head and found Abraxas standing in the rose-red light.His silver hair was tinted a light orange by the sun, and there was a tinge or two of warmth in his cold gray eyes.

"It's nothing." Hermione withdrew her gaze from the Thestrals.

"It's thestrals, isn't it?"

Hermione turned around in surprise.

"I have seen my grandfather's death." Abraxas's expression was calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

"I'm very sorry."

"It's not necessary." Abraxas shrugged, "I didn't say it to make you sympathize."

The two stood silently for a while, until Abraxas broke the silence again: "Well, it seems that I did a lot of bastard things when I was young, and I left a very bad impression on you."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Abraxas interrupted her: "The way you look at me makes me very uncomfortable. From the first time you saw me, you have a feeling of seeing someone you hate. Disgust and repulsion, magically, I don't think we've ever met before."

"Granger, you don't have to quibble. It was you who put the first label on me."

"Me," Hermione hesitated, "yes, well, it's because you look like someone I hate."

"It has something to do with the Malfoy family, are you engaged to a Malfoy? I can see the tattoo on your body."

"What?!" Hermione's voice caught the attention of several people nearby.

She tugged on Abraxas's sleeve vigorously, and walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"That's obviously the Seslak family..." Hermione hesitated to speak, she lowered her voice and glared at Abraxas fiercely.

"It seems that you haven't done enough homework, do you know? The Seslak family is actually a branch of the Malfoy family, but it is too notorious and will affect our family's reputation, so it has been kept secret for a long time." Abraxas brushed the creases in his clothes that Hermione had pulled out.

"Why are you telling me?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Because, I know your essence? Granger, you are too mysterious, as if you don't belong here at all, but people want to find out. Or, I know you are the only person who can influence Riddle, I don't want to Make him too comfortable."

Hermione couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"Don't be surprised. Riddle is too dangerous. His appearance makes me feel that the glory of pure blood is threatened. He is a real cunning Slytherin. If it weren't for my little Malfoy instinct, I'm afraid I would have forgotten all that happened. Had a bad time. I have no intention of delving into your past, and Riddle would not allow me to. But my brain tells me that it's right to tell you, and that's probably the only thing that will affect him. " Abraxas paused, then continued, "I don't know why, I don't want to be hostile to you, since you may become the wife of one of my distant relatives, why should I ask for trouble? As a member of the Malfoy family I want to tell you something: Be careful with Riddle, he will not only become the biggest competitor of the Malfoy family, but also bring you endless troubles."

"...very touching, thank you." Hermione squeezed out a few words.

"I really want to teach that Malfoy boy who gave you a bad impression. He is not a qualified Malfoy. Granger, to tell you the truth, I have come to an inference. I think with you, maybe one day Riddle wouldn't take it out on me."

"Are you so sure about your deduction about Tom? You seem to know him very well." Hermione sneered.

"There are some things that can't be fooled." Abraxa said with deep meaning, he bent slightly and bowed his head in greeting, "Goodbye, beautiful lady, I hope you have a good time."

Hermione looked at Abraxas's back dyed red by the sunlight, and fell into deep thought.For some reason, she felt that the tattoos on her body were slightly hot. She looked around, but she didn't see any figures. She walked slowly towards the castle full of melancholy.

Before the first ray of sunlight reflected in the morning light, Hermione saw Tom walking under the beech tree.He changed into a long robe, and the finely sewn cuffs still had dark lines of silver.After looking around, they looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement, and walked out of the school gate covered by patterns. Hermione took out the portkey prepared in advance, and first apparated to Paris.

"The French Ministry of Magic has established an apparition shielding order. All wizards from abroad must go to Paris first when they go to France. This is to facilitate the arrest of Grinwald, but I don't think it is very useful." Hermione explained to Tom , she took out two glass bottles, took out one and handed it to Tom, "This is my improved transformation potion, it's better for us to change the appearance."

Tom nodded, raised his head slightly and drank it. After a few seconds, he grew taller again, his black hair turned into a dazzling golden color, and his black eyes became darker and darker, with a more breathtaking ability.

Hermione avoided his eyes and looked at herself.She put on light blond hair, her brown eyes turned amber, holding her smooth blond hair with some discomfort, she looked up and smiled at Tom: "Forgive my selfishness, this looks much prettier than I used to be. Our identity is from the French Kumbu family, and they all have such dazzling blond hair."

Tom frowned imperceptibly.

No more words, after a moment of world distortion, slightly drunk French condolences to them.

"You landed in the Muggle area?" Tom couldn't believe it.

"I know that Germany has occupied Paris now, but the situation in the Magic District is even worse. We may be hunted down by the Ministry of Magic and Greenwald. At least the Muggle world is not fighting now." The explosion of the bomb.

Two German military vehicles patrolling the opposite street drove towards the scene of the accident, followed by intense gunshots and mixed French and German curses.

"The French people didn't give up their resistance, they are really good." Hermione was a little excited.

"Come on, our spell won't last long." Tom grabbed Hermione's hand and hurriedly Apparated to Fontaine Springs before anyone else found out.

The clear river runs through the town, the water is full of green aquatic plants, flowers of various colors are blooming on the banks of the river, and there are some shade trees hanging upside down on the hanging mountains on both sides.The cool wind blows across the cheeks, bringing the aroma of lavender. The huge waterwheel is still turning slowly, and the splashing water droplets form a rainbow. If you don't see a large number of fleeing people, this place should look like heaven.

A large number of disheveled refugees are drinking water by the stream, and some children are chasing the birds in the lavender field, looking for food to satisfy their hunger.The houses along the road have been emptied, and the residents of the small town fled further south, leaving only the still running waterwheel and empty houses.

Seeing Hermione and Tom, who were neatly dressed, their eyes were full of suspicion, blond hair, blue eyes, "Are you German?" A middle-aged man with a beard raised a shovel beside him.

"No, we're British." Hermione hurriedly replied in French, maybe her fluent foreign language dispelled her doubts, or seeing that they didn't carry any weapons, the man left them with a shovel.

Hermione sighed, and said to Tom: "The entrance to the magic village is here at the water power plant, we need to find it."

Tom nodded, looked up at the dazzling sun at noon, and lowered his head to ask, "Are you hungry?"

"I..." Hermione saw a little girl with messy ginger hair staring at the bread she just took out with shining eyes through her dark face. He handed it over, "Take it, I still have some more."

The thin figure ran past Hermione like a gust of wind, and Hermione felt some pain in her hands. When she looked again, the little girl had already run away with the bread.

Seeing this, several children around immediately surrounded him.

Hermione could only take out all the food in the small bead chain bag, and after a while of looting, the children ran away, and the adults looked at them even more suspiciously.

Tom shook his head, he took Hermione's hand, and quickly dragged her away: "Come on, do you want them to share you?"

Startled, Hermione squeezed Tom's hand and strode away with him.

They continued to walk along the gurgling river, and after about 10 minutes, they finally found the water power plant.He took out his magic wand and gently tapped the fifth stone on the stone wall of the water power factory, and the village of Vindisano finally appeared.

Different from the tranquility of a small mountain village like Hogsmeade, Vindisano Village is more like a lively market place. Even under the shadow of Greenwald, the streets are full of all kinds of wizards. But their steps were more hasty, and their robes more voluminous.

As soon as they walked into the streets of the village, Hermione could feel many eyes staring at them: "Maybe the blond hair is too high-profile, I should change it to another color." Hermione felt a little regretful.

"Have you forgotten Malfoy's expression of being like a luminous body wherever he goes?" Tom rarely joked.

"Oh, damn I forgot about that." Hermione shook her head angrily.

"Okay, it's getting late, we need to stay first, it's too ostentatious to roam the streets."

"You are right, there is a hotel ahead, let's go ask."

The owner of the Ive Hotel looked at the two of them up and down, his swollen nose made a squeaking sound, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "If you two need to arrange a room, there is a double room on the second floor. "

Hermione tried her best to be calm: "Thank you for your kindness, two rooms."

"Arguing? You're almost married and still like this, you're really young." The innkeeper shook his head and handed them two keys.Hermione was at a loss as to why everyone thought she had a fiancé?Not everyone can see her tattoos, but where did she make that impression?Is it because this age is already the age of marriage?Reluctant to argue, she looked at Tom apologetically, expressing her helplessness.

Strangely, Tom said nothing, but took the key, and went up to the room.

Just now she saw Tom's smile?Hermione thought she must be dazzled.