HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 34

The lively Hogwarts hall was full of students chatting and chatting about their summer vacation after returning to school. Silver candles were suspended in the air, and one or two shooting stars flashed across the ceiling from time to time, lighting up the candle elves that passed by from time to time.The professors on the teacher's seat were talking quietly, Professor Catherine frowned critically at Hermione's messy hair, and Dumbledore nodded politely when Hermione looked at him.Through this cold etiquette, Hermione uneasily faced Professor Dumbledore's no longer concealed alienation and wariness.

"Tom is a prefect this year! Of course there is no suspense." A cheerful voice sounded, and there was a hint of sticky banter at the end of the words.The cheering owner interrupted the embarrassment, seemingly completely unaware of the strange atmosphere.

"Yeah, yeah, he's always been good." Hermione forced a smile at Professor Slughorn.

"Of course, you are...oh, I shouldn't...forgive me, I mean, don't you feel very fulfilled seeing the students grow so well." Slughorn I squeezed my eyes.

Slughorn had taken this strange attitude since the end of last summer.Hermione didn't want to think too much about the reasons behind this, hoping it wasn't what she imagined.

"Ah, yes, this is absolutely inseparable from your careful teaching."

"It's nothing, I just did what I had to do, and in fact, I'm so happy for Tom to see him so discerning." Slughorn hardly gave her a chance to fight back.

"S...Horace, I'm done eating. I'll go to the dungeon to sort out the potion materials I need for tomorrow's class." Hermione hurriedly got up.

"Wait a minute, Hermione, this is the prefect's patrol manual, please give it to Tom." Horace handed Hermione a roll of the manual.

"Professor, I wonder if you have heard some untrue rumors, I..."

"No, no, I didn't hear anything. Haha, I already knew that, if that's the case, everything can be explained, Hermione, I knew you were special from the first time I saw you."

Seeing that the explanation was useless, Hermione could only angrily hold the prefect's patrol manual, thinking about what time to choose to stop Tom and hand it to him.I don't know where Horace heard the gossip about her and Tom, which made him smirk to himself all the time with an "I knew it" expression, his round face and thick black eyebrows crowded together, and from time to time It caused Hermione to break into a cold sweat. She often looked around in fear when Horace winked, for fear that someone around would notice something.

Dumbledore promised that he would keep their relationship a secret, and he shouldn't be the one to leak it, after all, what good would it do him?Could it be Tom?Hermione shook her head self-deprecatingly. After returning to school, they returned to that polite and alienated state. She knew that Tom would not let her affairs ruin his image among his classmates, especially the girls!

Hermione almost rolled her eyes, thinking about how a Hufflepuff girl who bravely confessed to Tom last year is still being ridiculed by other girls. She can be sure that if the girls know that their "perfect" Tom and her Kissed, she must have received worse magic damage than when she was with Krum in fourth year.

Maybe she really had the quality of being attracted to legends, Hermione's mind conjured up Stroney's exaggerated Broadway-worthy face.

"Miss Granger?"

Hermione turned her head, and unexpectedly found that standing not far away was Abraxas Malfoy.They've had one of the few conversations they've had over the years, most recently just before the summer break.This cunning Malfoy would never provoke without incident, she looked around vigilantly, and found that this was a corridor with a lot of people, and there were students chatting to and fro from time to time.So she motioned slightly to Malfoy and walked down a remote corridor.

"What are you afraid of, Granger?" Abraxas looked playfully at Hermione's wary face.

"I'm thinking of you." Hermione replied calmly.

Abraxas smiled mysteriously: "Thank you for your kindness."

"So, what's the matter with you?" Hermione asked seriously.

"Greenwald's death must have something to do with you."

"Professor Dumbledore and Riddle are credited. I have nothing to do with this matter. Of course, I am very happy that the French magic world can regain stability. Justice has defeated evil. Inspiring news, isn't it?"

"Whatever you say, is there an update on your investigation?"

"What investigation?" Hermione looked at him warily.

"Don't be so nervous, we are very likely to be a family after all, although it is absolutely impossible for our Malfoy family to accept a Muggle-born wizard, but..."

"What are you going to say? I still have things to do." Hermione frowned, Malfoy with pure blood flowing from every vein from head to toe!

"Don't be so impatient. I'll finish speaking soon. After listening to what I said, I promise you won't treat me like this." Seeing Hermione, he was about to turn around and leave. Abraxas spread his hands, " It was my fault, now I think we may not be able to be a family, after all..." He looked at Hermione thoughtfully, "But for some reason, I would like to invite you to Malfoy Manor."

"What?" Hermione stopped and turned around, a little surprised.

"That's not the kind of reaction I want, Miss Granger, shouldn't you be ecstatic?"

"I don't understand you."

"Let me enlighten you, Malfoy Manor has many books that are not found elsewhere, especially those you desperately need to look up, you still have no clue about that pattern."

"why are you doing this?"

"I think you can guess, wise lady."

Hermione frowned, thought for a while, and asked, "What time?"

"This Hogsmeade Day, I can go home, and most importantly, my parents are not at home that day."

"You know, if something happens to me..."

"Of course, if you have an accident, I will be the next one to have an accident." Abraxas lowered his eyes slightly, and quickly returned to normal, "Then it's settled, please keep it a secret, and don't mention it to anyone, you Yes, even if my parents knew about it, it would be a disaster."

"Okay, no matter what your reason is, I will always thank you." Hermione nodded and left. Before she turned around, she suddenly remembered something, "By the way, give this patrol manual to Riddle."

"I can't say you gave it to me." Abraxas muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Abraxas took the manual, waved his hand, and left quickly.

The high glass windows projected long dusty beams of light, the castle was quiet, and the portraits on the wall fell asleep.The giant stone elf statue glows silvery under the moonlight, and the jagged shadows and moonlight interweave a wonderful artistic conception.

Hermione walked alone in the empty corridor. In the laboratory, she found that all the herbs that had been sorted out the day before yesterday and were to be used tomorrow were all misplaced. While blaming herself for making such a big mistake, she was nervously sorting out Categorized, she didn't deal with all this chaos until the curfew time was far past.Hogwarts seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the quiet corridor gave her a different sense of security. She let herself think about the messy plans and plans of visiting Malfoy Manor, and she was precisely rehearsing all possible scenarios in her mind. A pair of hands outstretched as they walked by the closet completely unprepared.

Feeling dizzy for a while, she barely stood in the narrow space of the closet. Before she could see anything clearly, the closet door closed suddenly, "click", she heard the sound of locking.

She tried to put her hands in her pockets, silently counterattacking her attacker.

However, the other party reacted faster than her. In just a moment, her hands were raised high by the other party and pressed against the wall of the closet.

"You..." An eager kiss sealed her words, and she relaxed in just a moment, "Tom..." Between her lips and teeth, she murmured.

But Tom didn't stop his eagerness, and Hermione's attempt to speak only made it easier for him to deepen the kiss.

The warm breath in the darkness lingered on the skin, and it was hard to tell how long it took before they separated slowly. Hermione tried to move her sore arms, but found that Tom was still pressing them tightly. She tried to see in the dark in confusion. I checked Tom's expression, but found that I couldn't see anything.

"Tom," she spoke only to find that Tom's lips were not far away, as long as she opened her mouth a little, she could touch Tom's soft lips.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly, restraining her blushing, and accidentally touched Tom's lips twice.

Tom slowly let go of her hand, and Hermione slowly stroked Tom's cheek by feeling, feeling his high nose bridge and curly eyelashes: "What's wrong with you?"

Tom grabbed Hermione's hand that was caressing his face, bowed his head slightly, and kissed it again.

Hermione could feel an uneasy force in Tom, screaming under his hard bones, and while responding to Tom's kiss, she stretched out her arm and slowly stroked Tom's back.She carefully traced the curve of Tom's beautiful back, thread by thread, carefully and focused, while his strong arms were hugging her tightly, surrounded by warmth, which made people feel infinite peace of mind.

Gently stroking Tom's elegantly curved back, feeling the embroidered patterns on his soft robe and the tiny blood flow on his lips, Hermione suddenly felt an unprecedented burning sensation , it wasn't a painful burning sensation, but a kind of urging and comfort, which made her hold Tom tighter until one hand slipped into her shirt.

The cold touch stimulated the nerve endings, like countless tiny electric currents emanating from Tom's fingertips. Hermione was half excited and half painful, and a raging flame ignited in her mind, spreading to her brown eyes.

"Who is Voldemort?" The bewitching voice was singing like a siren siren.

"He is a very scary dark wizard. Many people are afraid of him, and I am actually afraid of him."

"Why do you want to be his enemy?"

"He discriminates against Muggle-born wizards. He wants to kill all Muggle-borns. He kills everyone who disagrees with him. He **** rules the entire wizarding world. He is as crazy as Hitler."

"Did he hurt any of your loved ones?"

"He killed my friends, teachers, made me lose my parents, took away my happiness, and made Harry suffer as an orphan since he was a child."

"Have you found a way to kill him?"

"I don't know, we are still looking for it, but I believe that I will defeat him."

"Does this have something to do with Greenwald's wand?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"Voldemort isn't really his real name, is he?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me, good girl, what is his real name?"

As if a string in her mind was touched, Hermione suddenly woke up. She hugged Tom calmly, and said in an almost dreamy tone, "I don't know either."

"So, have you heard of the Elder Wand and the Deathly Hallows?"

Hermione let go of Tom instantly.

The atmosphere froze, and suddenly, Tom suppressed Hermione again, trying to find her lips, and Hermione turned her head away.

"You still won't tell me, will you? It's been so long, you act like nothing happened, tell me, are you not going to tell me all this at all, if I didn't find out about Greenwald myself The wand is the Elder Wand, and you'll never tell me!"

Hermione didn't know what to say. She heard the walls of the closet making crackling noises under Tom's powerful magic power fluctuations, and she could only open her eyes worriedly in the darkness.

"Please don't force me." There was a hint of pain in Hermione's voice.

"So, can I ask you, do you have anything to do this Hogsmeade Day?"

Hermione looked up to find Tom's direction: "But I can't go with you."

"Yeah." There was a hint of mockery in Tom's tone, "Maybe I can go with Katinis, her father controls the economic lifeblood of half of the wizarding world after all."

Hermione was silent: "If you want, if you feel like doing this, I..." She found that she couldn't go on.

"I can stay with you," Tom replied, "I can stay with you this Hogsmeade Day."

"I...you are still...sorry."

"Did you have something to do that day?"

"I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy some materials." Hermione subconsciously avoided looking, but forgot that she was in the darkness.

Tom let go of his suppressed body, he was silent for a while, and spit out four words: "As you wish."

Her eyes lit up, and the door of the closet opened. Hermione adjusted to the light for a while, but found that Tom was no longer there. She barely walked a few steps, and she sat slumped next to the elf stone statue, without moving for a long time.