HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 37

The candlestick in the corner was suddenly lit up, reflecting Tom's bottomless eyes at this time, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his tightly pursed lips revealed a cold expression.Hermione stared at Tom, carefully observing the subtle expression changes on his face, and she didn't hear Tom's answer until her eyes were sore.

"It was Malfoy who told you, too, I see."

"You don't understand anything, he doesn't..."

"Yeah, I don't understand anything, because you don't want to tell me anything at all, but you are willing to tell everything to others, Hermione, don't try to deny it, you have always held a hidden fear of me, I don't deny it You genuinely cared, but the dread and fear never went away, did it? You reacted so violently to hearing the Death Eater's name, I can't believe there was something hidden in it. You'd rather throw away the Elder Wand than Let me know of its existence, and I believe that the reason is not as simple as jealousy and contention. Now I can be sure that Voldemort is definitely related to me."

"..." Hermione opened her mouth, but no sound came out.She thought that after Greenwald's incident, everything would be fine, the evil force disappeared, the two hearts were close to each other, and the future was all happiness and joy.But life will always teach you what is a real life, evil will not disappear, and two hearts can't really stick together tightly. There will always be unresolved concealment and suspicion between her and Tom. A bomb in the ground will sooner or later become a weapon that shakes trust.

What's more sad is that Hermione's advocating wisdom makes all this inevitable, and Tom's keen insight makes her feel that she is just a poor actor.The smile she showed through the mask made herself and others unclear how much sincerity was in it. Is it bravery beyond self-control while pressing the wound while chasing the light?

What does accepting a future of brutal, dark crimes do to Tom?Will he be frightened by himself, or is he glad that he has finally found his true self in the confusion?Are those killings and bloodshed intensified, or become the sword of Damocus who is always vigilant?Has he really deviated from the path of fate?Has he really grown into the real Tom Riddle?How absurd the word "fate" seemed at this moment, Hermione didn't know whether she was controlling fate, or fate was controlling herself ruthlessly.

Seeing that Hermione didn't answer for a long time, something disappeared in Tom's eyes, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked slowly towards the door: "Hermione, I don't think I can see you clearly. Something, maybe I was thinking too much, goodbye."

Until the door was closed again, Hermione still maintained her original posture. She stood there blankly, unconsciously watching her own shadow move quietly on the uneven stone wall, and a tiny spider crawled across the gap in the stone wall. , the slender limbs scratched across the stone surface, leaving a thin white trace.Hermione stared at the spider's trajectory seriously, as if she had never seen a spider before, her eyes were wide open, until the sour liquid passed through the corners of her eyes and dripped into the ground, she still stared at the wall seriously, looking Watching the spider disappear into a crevice of a rock, Hermione finally moved her fingers, and silently climbed onto the bed step by step, lay down on her back, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes.

The following days seemed to lose their color, and Hermione could no longer see the green grass, the red, green, blue and yellow logos of different houses moving in the wind, and the different hair patterns blown by the wind. The color danced casually, and the golden pumpkin pie on the dinner plate could not be seen.She was sitting in a corner of the library, but she could no longer read a single word. The writing was blank, just like the eyes Tom occasionally met with her—no temperature, no content, just a blank piece.

She looked at the golden lion jumping on the Gryffindor uniform, but sadly remembered that the people who had worn the uniform had disappeared, and there were no more scenes of speaking freely in the warm lounge.She looked at the crowded Quidditch field, but found that no matter how beautiful the flying posture in the sky was, she would never be the familiar figure with a mixture of inferiority and self-confidence, even the same domineering green The figure no longer has the brilliant golden hair like the morning sun.She forced herself to write a letter to McGonagall, but found that she had already eloped with her Muggle husband far away without any news.Tasting the great loneliness and pain, Hermione didn't want to see those adoring eyes from all directions for Tom.

Life is always worse than imagined.When the Watson family lost contact during the London air raids, she apparated to that familiar London neighborhood, and the devastation in front of her nearly destroyed all her courage.Bricks scattered all over the ground, houses with half of the walls blown up, rag dolls that lost their heads, half of arms exposed under the stones, covered with black maggots.She stood on the high ruins and shouted Watson's name, her shrill voice seemed to wake up all sleeping creatures.The smell of saltpeter in the wind made her throat sore, and her right hand was pulled hard by an old woman looking for food. Hermione staggered and stumbled down the pile of stones.

"You don't want to die? The next round of air strikes will start soon." The old woman let go of Hermione's hand and picked up the basket on the ground again.

"Do you know the Watsons who live around here? Where are they now?" Hermione swallowed the pain in her throat.

"Who is Watson?"

"It's the Jewish family that lives here."

"It turned out to be them. I don't know. Last month's air raid bombed the area of ​​​​his house. A bomb just fell on the roof of their house. I don't know after that. You hide, hear Does this sound like a voice from hell? The bomber is coming." As soon as the words fell, the old woman had already run to the air-raid shelter not far away.

Hermione looked up at the huge black shadow of the plane in the sky. They dragged long and thick black smoke, cut open the skin of the sky, dripped black blood droplets, and splashed turbid fireworks on the devastated earth, celebrating the victory and victory of the god of death. Harvest, like a dementor, sucked away the joy of countless people.She took one last look at the direction of her former home and left here.

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, the moonlight traced a layer of faint white light.The long hair of the centaur shone silvery in the moonlight.Hermione stared into his misty eyes, finally confirming the answer in her heart.Before leaving, she turned her head and asked, "Am I doing this right?"

"As long as it's your inner choice." Sagittarius lowered his head slightly, turned around and walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione took a deep breath, clenched her hand in her pocket.

After the curfew, Hogwarts seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep as a whole, the lake water was no longer fluctuating, and even the leaves and grass clippings no longer made sounds.There was only faint light in the empty and deep corridor, and Hermione lit the cold light of her wand, trying not to let the sound of her footsteps awaken the sleeping portrait.All the sounds in the darkness were amplified, and Hermione thought she was hallucinating when she heard another footstep.

However, she soon saw a familiar figure. His slender figure once hugged her tightly, and his curly black hair seemed to brush her cheek not long ago.

Quietly turning off the beam of light from the tip of the wand, Hermione cast an invisibility spell around her. The spell didn't last long, so she couldn't get too close. As expected, Tom really went in the direction of the abandoned women's toilet.

Tom looked very alert. He was observing things from time to time, holding his wand tightly in his right hand. After making sure that there was no one around, he stepped into the toilet with a long stride. Hermione hurriedly followed, and fell silently on the wall. Not daring to move an inch.

"Come out." Tom's quiet voice suddenly came from behind the wall.

Hermione wasn't sure if Tom had actually noticed something, and she continued to maintain her original position without moving.

"Come out, I see you," said Tom patiently.

There seemed to be some noise in the toilet. Hermione listened carefully, and another female voice broke the silence.

"Tom, Tom, why are you here? It's so late, oh, is it curfew already? Why didn't I realize it was already curfew? Victoria must have cast the confusion spell on me again, Merlin, I'm really very Hate her, but she's the only one who still wants to talk to me, oh, how poor I am, you don't like myrtle, myrtle is just a crazy girl, even the Gryffindor The crowd doesn't want to talk to me because I'm a Slytherin." At the end, Hermione heard a sob.

"Please control your volume. It's already a curfew. Do you want Slytherin to continue deducting points?" Tom's voice was calm, without any emotion.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't control myself when I start crying. I'm such a curmudgeon girl, crying in an abandoned toilet, and they'll have another conversation tomorrow."

"I won't say it, you go away."

"Oh, Tom, you are such a wonderful boy, how could you be someone who spread rumors? I absolutely don't believe it. I can't even dream of talking to you. Oh, maybe this is a dream." The female voice listened Get up a little excited.Hermione frowned.

"I'm glad you trusted me. Shouldn't you go back to the dormitory?"

"The bedroom, that cold place, I don't like it at all, I don't want to be in Slytherin at all, my mother said everyone in the family is in Slytherin, but I think I should go to Ravenclaw."

"There must be a reason for the sorting hat to be sorted. Now is not the time to get entangled in these things. Why don't you go back?"

"It's time to go back, Tom, why are you here? I've seen you here several times, and you seem to be very interested in this women's room, don't you?" A giggle followed.

"I'm a prefect, and I have inspection missions."

"But isn't Herff on duty today? That silly girl Victoria loves him to death."

"Helf is busy today."

"What happened to him? Haha, I'm finally not the last person to know everything."

"Myrtle, if you stay here, I'll have to deduct five points from Slytherin."

"Don't deduct points, others call me a disgrace to Slytherin, ah, you also have a title, the heir of Slytherin, right?"

Through a wall, Hermione could imagine Tom's expression.

"Five points from Slytherin." Tom's voice was terribly cold.

"Why do you show such a terrible expression, is it related to Slytherin..."

"Stupefy." A spell ended Myrtle's chatter.

"Obliviate." Tom whispered another spell before Hermione could respond.

Seemingly hearing Tom's chuckle, Hermione couldn't help approaching slowly. After casting a mirror spell on the diagonally opposite wall, she saw Tom standing in front of the sink with the help of the faint reflection. In the corner of the room, she saw Myrtle lying unconscious on the ground.

"At least I changed the fate of Myrtle being killed." Hermione comforted herself.

Tom in the mirror slowly raised his arms, and some rustling sounds kept coming out of his mouth, and Hermione immediately recognized that Tom was speaking Parseltongue.

He wants to open the secret room!Hermione's nerves tensed suddenly, was he opening the Chamber of Secrets for the first time?Or opened many times?What is he planning secretly?

Before he had time to think about it, the white sink had slowly risen with the incantation. Tom stood in front of the raised stone platform with unconcealed excitement. His black eyes reflected the white reflection of the stone platform, and some colorful light spots moved in the pupils. , he felt his blood burning.

Blood, his blood is not ordinary, ordinary, not worth mentioning, he is the heir of Slytherin, the descendant of the great Salazar Slytherin!For the first time in his life, he felt the roar of blood boiling in his veins, but he didn't want to exercise any control. He enjoyed the thrill of trembling, and he felt Merlin's will, which was a gift to him, which he deserved honor.

Five years of hard work and exploration will eventually pay off. It turns out that Slytherin will not treat his descendants harshly. He ingeniously hid a secret room in Hogwarts without everyone knowing, so that Tom was deeply intoxicated by his talent and courage.He didn't know what was in the secret room opened in front of him, but it must be an endless treasure. The eternal life he wanted to find and the black magic he pursued must all be buried behind this white stone platform. He was full of expectations. A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The stone platform was finally lifted up, and a huge entrance appeared in front of the eyes. The airflow from the deep underground rushed out of the hole, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being dragged. A few seconds later, a huge basilisk crawled out of the hole, Tom was a little surprised when he saw the basilisk in front of him. Could this be the "victory weapon" left by Slytherin to future generations?

Hermione froze when she heard the sound of the basilisk crawling. The yellow eyes that the second year saw in the mirror was a flash of nightmare. Leigh and Ron's adventures, missing tons and tons of classes, and not even taking the final exam because of it!

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she tried not to let the scene in front of her be so clear, while Tom kept hissing, as if communicating with the basilisk. For some reason, the communication between him and the basilisk seemed not very smooth , the huge body of the basilisk twisted anxiously back and forth, hitting the walls and wooden doors, causing splashes on the ground, and even touched the myrtle in the corner.As if stimulated by Myrtle's living body, the basilisk ignored Tom who was talking to it, and suddenly turned its head, as if to swim towards Myrtle.

Tom looked anxiously at the basilisk in front of him. The situation seemed somewhat unexpected. The basilisk was not as obedient as he imagined, and peaceful communication was almost impossible.It is a real monster, its sharp teeth are like two sharp blades, shining coldly.It is a loyal implementer of the theory of Serazar's lineage. When he saw Tom, he didn't show much obedience. Now the myrtle on the ground seems to be a rare delicacy for it, and its sharp teeth are about to touch the girl's neck on the ground.

"Stop! I order you to stop!" Tom hissed.

The basilisk turned its head and replied hissingly, "You are not my master."

"I'm a descendant of Slytherin."

"It's just a half-breed. There's a Mudblood outside the door. I'm going to kill her." The basilisk turned its head and swam towards the door.

Mudblood?Before Tom could think about it, a girl with unkempt brown curly hair had already entered the toilet. Her pupils dilated rapidly, squeezing the brown eyes like two small full moons. Her beautiful lips seemed to be facing the toilet. Tom said something, but at the moment when his lips opened and closed, the sharp teeth of the basilisk had scratched the white skin of Hermione's neck, the skin of the girl whom Tom had stared at, kissed, and touched countless times.

"Hermione!"

Hermione's body fell slowly, like a drop of water falling into the sea.