HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Standing by the wall of the alleyway was a thin, black-haired boy with several cracks in the brown clothes on his body. His legs, black and blue from cold, stood stubbornly upright on the ground. His slender fingers were stroking the head of the little green snake. , a toy soldier with a broken leg was thrown on the ground casually.He looked up and noticed Hermione's presence, there was no expression in his deep black eyes, Hermione was frightened by the boy's indifferent expression, but attracted by his handsome face.Yes, the boy in front of him, who looks only six years old, has an angelic face, graceful curly black hair, deep-set eye sockets, and mysterious black pupils. If it weren't for his empty expression, Hermione might have I couldn't help but stepped forward to give him a warm hug and comfort.She understood what had probably happened in the alley just now, but the boy didn't care about the loot just now, nor did he care about the screams of his companion just now, he just stood silently, as if patiently waiting for Hermione to leave.

Hermione didn't leave. In fact, she noticed that the boy's palm was bleeding. She stepped forward, took out the healing potion she carried in her clothes, and firmly pointed out the fact: "You are bleeding."

The boy was a little surprised by her sudden approach, he didn't move but said, "I don't know you."

"You are hurt."

The boy showed no surprise, as if such things were commonplace.Hermione frowned, trying to figure out why a six-year-old would react like this.She cautiously reached out her hand to touch the boy's injured palm, and the boy stared at the clear glass vial in Hermione's hand with suspicion in his eyes.Hermione explained: "This is a potion for wounds, it won't hurt you."

The boy stretched out his palm silently, motioning for Hermione to pour the potion.

Hermione was amazed at the boy's silent trust, he seemed to have a hard time trusting others.

The potion was poured on the wound, and it took effect immediately. The wound that was still bleeding just now had turned into a faint white mark. Hermione was satisfied with her results, but suddenly remembered how to explain it. She looked up at the boy and found that he was not Not surprised.

"You just saw me talking to the snake, but you weren't surprised at all. Are you the kind of patient who came from the hospital? But I don't think you are crazy, and I'm not crazy either."

It took Hermione a moment to understand what the boy was talking about.She remembered that when she showed her magical power for the first time when she was 5 years old, a vase was suspended high in the air and swung back and forth.Before receiving the notice from Hogwarts, she had always attributed her abilities to an ulterior secret. She tried her best to control the magic, but to no avail.After a magical explosion was seen by her parents, her fear ignited the wooden bookcase beside her, almost causing a small fire.However, her parents didn't blame her. Regardless of the soaring flames, Mrs. Granger rushed over and hugged her, gently patted her back that was shaking from crying, and kept comforting: "It's okay, it's okay. "They have always understood their daughter in their own way, encouraged her, comforted her, and accompanied her through the panic and uneasy time.

The boy in front of him is an orphan.

"Monster! Monster!" The cry of the children just now was still in front of my eyes.Hermione suddenly realized that she couldn't imagine the psychological torment the boy was going through, and that he was still going through it.

"No, I'm not a patient in a hospital. I work for a translation company. I'm not crazy, and neither are you. We're just different from everyone else."

"Different? Just us?"

"No, there's a lot more. It's not something that everyone has, they just don't understand, so they're afraid."

When the boy heard the word "scared", the corners of his mouth curled up silently.

"Can you talk to snakes too?"

"No, I can't, but I have a very good friend who can." Wait, talk to a snake?In [-], an orphanage boy?Hermione couldn't believe it. She looked at the boy in surprise and tried to stay calm: "Can you tell me your name?"

"And yours?"

"I, my name is Hermione Granger."

"Tom Riddle."

Hermione tried to shake off Tom Riddle's palm that was still on her palm, but she restrained herself and tried to smile at him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a strand of curly hair slid across his smooth forehead. Min withdrew her hand calmly and stood up: "Then, hello, goodbye."

Hermione turned hastily, she needed to calm down and restrain herself from killing the boy in front of her.

"Can we meet again? We, you say, are not crazy." A boy's voice came from behind.

Hermione turned around and smiled: "Of course, where do you live?"

"Just around the corner at the end of this alley, Wall Orphanage."

Hermione nodded and left the alley.

Hermione spent Christmas night at Mrs. Watson's house. She tried to appear relaxed and happy, but Mrs. Watson and Virgil soon kindly let Hermione go to bed earlier.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Hermione began to recall everything Harry had told him about Voldemort.She can now recall the names of Harry and Ron a little bit, but no matter what, she can't explain why she came here. She can't even remember when she was with Harry and Ron for the last time, and the memory is broken , the key part disappeared in the mists of time, like a seal, sealing all the secrets and mysteries.

The rational voice in her mind told herself, quickly, kill Riddle, end all the source of pain, this may be the reason why she came here, this is Merlin's arrangement.But another voice said slowly, at this time Riddle was only an eight-year-old child, he didn't even know that he was a wizard, how could he kill an ignorant child because of a crime he had never committed? How is it different from Death Eaters?Taking ten thousand steps back, even if he was killed, so what?Time will no longer be consistent from now on, the butterfly's wings may fan a devastating storm, and I will be trapped in the gap of time forever, dying in despair.

Hermione really wanted to question Merlin's intentions at this time, and she even doubted whether her friends and relatives around her were still alive, but all of this was actually just a dream, an endless fantasy she imposed on herself.No, stop those hysterical questioning and madness, since she met the most evil dark wizard ever, she has to do something, since she can't just kill him like this, she must do something, she also has to Back home, Harry and Ron might still be waiting for her, they might still be crying over her disappearance, she still had a lot of unfinished business, they couldn't live without her, and she couldn't live without them.She is a wise witch, and there are always records and mysteries in the world that can explain all these things, she is going to find them, and she is going to solve all these mysteries.

She's going to visit Tom Riddle.