HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 36

Hermione found a suitable corner next to an oil painting of a water lily pond. She leaned lightly on the wooden corner of the bookshelf, felt the soft carpet fluff under her body with her ankles, closed her eyes, and silently recited "Sethlak" in her heart. ", a small electric current slipped through the palm of her hand, she opened her eyes, and a very ordinary-looking sheepskin hand scroll appeared in her hand, she slowly opened the hand scroll, and the strange words on the hand scroll immediately attracted her attention. The text on the brochure provided by Mr.

Quickly scanning the text at the beginning of the hand scroll, Hermione found more symbols and patterns. She searched carefully with her eyes wide open, and finally found a pattern similar to her own tattoo in the lower part of the hand scroll.Suppressing her fast beating heartbeat, she quickly cast a blind eye spell, and after confirming that she would not be noticed, she sat down on the soft carpet again and looked carefully.

Thanks to her tireless research on that booklet in the past few years, she can roughly understand the ancient texts in it.The first half of the parchment is like a sad prose, filled with Seslak's lingering longing and sorrow after his wife's death.Their first encounter with each other, the novel throbbing and smiling, the tension and joy of being alone, the surprise of discussing magic theory together, looking forward to the arrival of a new life, the sadness of losing a child, the apologetic and nostalgic smile of his wife in a pool of blood, All in all, Hermione seemed to smell the wet tears of the wizard who was proficient in the dark arts.

In the second half, it is Seslak's presentation and introduction of his lifelong research, and that tattoo is a mark that casts magic, which is exactly the so-called resurrection magic studied by Seslak.

"My dear Anna has been away from me for too long. In the past 100 years, I have been like a walking dead, living alone in a world without Anna. What is the use of powerful magic? I have been to the temples of ancient Babylon and visited The wizard under the pyramid has experienced the magic of the alchemist in Machu Picchu. However, it is impossible to resurrect the dead after all. Such a thing will be cursed by the sun god.

But I don't believe it, I have studied it all my life.

Now, Anna, I know I'm going to die, you know that?I never thought that I love you so deeply, even if my soul will sleep in darkness forever, I am still willing to give you my remaining life, you and I will never meet again, but you will I met the me of that era in your era, although I can't perceive him, but I guarantee that he will love you as much as I love you.

I swear to Merlin and the sun god, to give my lover a fresh life forever, and let me bear the curse and punishment, because with my love for her, eternal death is also a great happiness.

My children and grandchildren, this is a last suicide note. If your lover is at the moment of life and death, if your love is strong enough, if you are willing to sacrifice yourself, then let your lover take your love in another time and space Let's live forever here, she will meet us in the past, her face will bloom with a smile that only we can bring to her, and every beat of her heart is our oath of love.And in the eternal darkness, we will also hear the endless singing of Cupid.

May time be sealed forever and keep my freshest love at this moment forever. "

There was a small S printed on the end of the parchment, and Hermione unconsciously stroked the uneven mark, desperately trying to convince herself of something.

So, her current life was bought by someone or some people who loved her dearly?How is this possible?Who is willing to give up his life and bear the eternal curse, just to save such a stubborn and proud girl like her?She would never admit that it was Harry Ron, they didn't know Seslak, and they didn't have much to do with Malfoy.

Malfoy?There was a sudden pain in Hermione's mind. She knew that Malfoy had been secretly following the group of them, but he didn't do anything to hinder him, nor did he deliberately sabotage. He even tried his best to hide himself. personality.During a mopping attack by Death Eaters, she had always suspected that he had warned them, enabling them to discover the traces of the enemy in time and be able to move ahead of time, although Harry Ron would never believe this.

She was puzzled by Malfoy's transformation, and was grateful for his help, but Hermione thought it must be a joke to ask him to give his life for her, maybe they did experience life and death, maybe she did die before them, but whatever No matter how Hermione couldn't believe it, there would be no Harry Ron in the future world, and even that arrogant and domineering Malfoy would be gone, and her life was actually bought by them.And what about Voldemort?Did he die in the end?Have all their efforts come to fruition?Could it be that evil finally defeated justice, darkness enveloped the earth, everything became an illusion, and she became the only one who escaped...

"Granger, the sun is about to set, what are you doing!" Abraxas' frantic voice rang in his ears.

Hermione raised her head in dismay, and found that half of the library had been plunged into darkness, and her face was hidden in the shadows, like a fragment of a stone statue that had lost its life.Abraxas had never seen Granger like this before, she seemed to have suffered the biggest blow in her life.

"It's really you who cast magic in Malfoy Manor. Fortunately, the family protection spell was not activated, otherwise all my efforts were wasted. There is no need for you to close your eyes and listen. I will not pry into these dangerous secrets, I know It's no good. Granger, are you listening to me? What's wrong with you? Listen, Granger, no matter what you find, you can't fall, at least not here, we're going back to Huo Gwarz, before anyone else finds out about us."

Hermione was still sitting blankly, her hands clenched unconsciously, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she wanted to escape everything in front of her.

"Granger, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly, my parents will find out if you stay here all this time, and they will kill you." Abraxas became more and more anxious.

Hermione was still sitting blankly, a water mark slipped from the corner of her eyes.

"Granger, you know that Tom Riddle has declared himself the heir of Slytherin, and he threatens every child from a rich and powerful pure-blood family to join his Death Eater organization, I know he has The use of the Unforgivable Curse, in fact he is obsessed with the dark arts. He punishes anyone who preys on you, using means you are completely ignorant of. Even seventh graders have a hidden fear of him. He recently I'm collecting some dark magic books related to Salazar Slytherin. Although there are many such books in Malfoy's library, I don't want to give them to him. He hasn't threatened me to hand them over yet, but Maybe one day he will use the Cruciatus Curse on me without mercy. Do you know all this? Do you know what lies under Tom Riddle's perfect exterior? Now you just sit here and let it all unfold Go down!"

Abraxas' words were like thunder, shattering the hard shell hidden in Hermione's brain. She seemed to wake up from a dream, sweat dripping, but only a few seconds later, her brown eyes regained their determination , she let go of her tightly clasped palms, patted her robe lightly, and stood up.

"Let's go, time is running out."

Without looking back, she ran out of the narrow tunnel, took Abraxas' hand, disapparated, and disappeared in place.

Hogwarts was brightly lit at night, and the students who had come back from Hogsmeade hadn't gotten out of their excitement yet, they huddled together in twos and threes, exchanging travel notes and news with each other.Hermione couldn't understand the noise, she was still replaying the words of Seslak in her mind, and every possible guess made her heartbroken, and she found that the excuses for comforting herself for so many years had disappeared, Harry, Ron, and even Malfoy didn't live well in the world, and they lost even the chance to continue to fight.

Unable to imagine that gloomy future, she doesn't know which is better to die or live in this era. Without more strength to think rationally, she just wants to return to the small room where she lives as soon as possible and isolate everything.

Too bad Merlin didn't hear her prayers.

The moment he stretched out his hand to open the door, a gloomy voice sounded beside the door: "Have you enjoyed your trip to Diagon Alley?"

Before Hermione could react, the owner of the gloomy voice had quickly entered the room and locked the door.Hermione twisted the handle, but found that she couldn't twist it no matter what. She took out her wand and cast the unlocking spell, but the door lock didn't move.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to share what you've seen in Diagon Alley?"

"Tom, I'm tired, can you..."

"You just need to say a few words. What Lihen Bookstore has new books, and Mr. Ollivander is still the same. You don't bother to say such things?"

"Tom,"

"And you didn't go to Diagon Alley at all, did you?"

Hermione sighed wearily: "Tom, I'm really tired today, can we..."

"It's strange, Malfoy also looks very tired today. I waited at the door of your room all day, but I didn't see your shadow. Interestingly, Malfoy also disappeared early in the morning , just came back, you guys have a tacit understanding."

"Tom, I'm a Muggleborn." Hermione bowed her head.

"So what secret does Miss Muggleborn have? I need to discuss it with Malfoy over and over again. Even the day before you go to France, he will come to you."

"That's just a coincidence."

"What an interesting coincidence, and I find that Muggle drama can't arrange such an interesting coincidence. So as to who Voldemort is, you are willing to give me an explanation, won't you?"

"Why do you hold on to this?"

"A person who hurt my fiancée's family and friends, I have no right to know who he is?"

"That's a matter of the future, and it's a matter of changing the previous future."

"Hermione, why are you so afraid of me knowing? What are you afraid of?"

"Fear of what, Tom, then tell me what a Death Eater is?"

"Did Malfoy tell you?"

"I know it myself, it has nothing to do with him. You just need to tell me what a Death Eater is."

"It's just a study club."

"Why is it called such a name?"

"Great name isn't it? I don't deny I'm inspired by Greenwald, he's really creative, in some ways."

"You learned from Greenwald?"

"It's just a name, why are you so sensitive?"

"Then tell me why you named it, and what do you want to do with those pure-blood families tied up?"

"It really is Malfoy." Tom narrowed his eyes, he took a few steps forward, and suddenly clamped Hermione's hands, he leaned closer to Hermione's cheek, and gently smelled the warmth from Hermione's neck, " The smell of rosin and parchment, where the hell have you been?"

"You're changing the subject." Hermione turned her face away.

"Well, Hermione, I want to defeat death, so I named it Deathheater, who can eat death, don't you think it's great?"

Hermione didn't answer, a corner of her heart breathed a sigh of relief, but in just a few seconds, she suddenly became nervous again, "Then have you found a way to defeat death?"

"I'm still looking, but what to do, Hermione, I found that the Elder Wand you hid is the key link." Tom began to gently kiss Hermione's ear, which made Hermione itchy.

"The Elder Wand is in a place I don't know, sorry, I don't think I can help you." Hermione gritted her teeth to control her rapid panting.

"It's okay, I'll look for it myself. There are really a lot of interesting things recently, but it's a pity Hermione, I can't share them with you." Tom slipped his hand into Hermione's robe.

"You...why can't you...share with me..." Hermione tried hard to suppress the trembling in her words.

"You might be angry? I guess." Tom's lips brushed against Hermione's lower lip inadvertently. She subconsciously bit him, but was kissed by Tom. For a moment, Hermione's thoughts went blank.

Tom's kiss was painful, his sharp teeth bit Hermione's lips, and the soft lips sucked the blood that flowed out. Hermione wanted to separate from each other in pain, but was soothed by the next gentle kiss, and she was relaxing. In the meantime, she tasted the rust-like bloody smell in her mouth, like a ****, she grasped Tom's soft black hair, and her arms tightened unconsciously.It wasn't until all the thoughts were gone and all the pain disappeared that she lay in Tom's arms, gasping for breath.

In embarrassment, she found that her robe had been scattered on the ground at some point, her shirt was half unbuttoned, and the man in front of her was neatly dressed, looking at her playfully with those deep black eyes.

Hermione smiled, let go of the hand wrapped around Tom's waist, and touched the button of his robe. In an instant, Tom's robe fell to the ground. Hermione looked back at him provocatively, but found that he used a rather complicated looking at himself.

"Is it like this in your time?" Tom loosened the tie around his neck.

"If you mind, however, there are many witches in our era who have jobs, can fall in love freely, and bravely pursue what they love. They don't need to learn housekeeping magic, and they don't need to suppress their dreams and pursuits." Hermione Answered, a little annoyed, picked up the robe on the ground.

Tom stretched out his hand to stop Hermione from moving. He made a playful smile, easily tore off the tie around his neck and threw it aside. With his slender fingers, he undid the three buttons on the shirt.

"You..." Hermione blushed a little, looking along the collar of the shirt, she saw a section of fair skin.

"What? Scared? My little lion." Tom's smile became more obvious.

"Don't call me a lion cub." Hermione put her arms around Tom's neck and kissed Tom's exposed skin grumpily.

Tom shuddered.He gripped the ends of Hermione's curls tightly and began to flick the other hand freely, and Hermione pushed Tom away before they could breathe more hotly.

"Satisfied?"

"Why not go on?" Tom raised his eyebrows, but bent over to pick up his tie and robe.

"Slytherin prefect wanting a night out? It's almost curfew."

Tom smiled disdainfully. He put on his robe and asked a question that had been hovering for a long time: "Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

Tom stared at Hermione.

"In fourth grade, I had a brief relationship." Hermione sighed, recalling those carefree times in the past.

"He kisses you like I do?" Tom stepped in, dark eyes dangerous.

"No, he just kissed my cheek lightly when we parted."

A light kiss landed on Hermione's forehead: "From now on, only I can kiss you, stay away from that Malfoy."

"You're not going to punish him, are you?" Hermione grabbed Tom's arm.

"Punishment? What made you think I would punish him? Speaking of which, you still haven't told me where you went today."

"I can't say, it might cause trouble." A deep sense of powerlessness enveloped Hermione again.

"So, you still don't trust me, do you?"

"You didn't tell me your latest discovery about your own life, did you? The heir of Slytherin - Tom Riddle." Hermione's mouth curled into a wry smile.