HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

It was not difficult to find the Wall Orphanage. Hermione was surprised that she adjusted her mentality so quickly to face this future devil.The orphanage is full of skinny children. Oversized clothes, shoes and hats are barely placed on each child. Pairs of expectant eyes are looking at the steaming toast in her hand. This is Mrs. Watson's handicraft. When she heard that Hermione was going to visit the orphanage, she hurriedly baked a basket of delicious bread.Hermione watched the children's eyes move with the baskets in their hands with a little embarrassment, and regretted not bringing more.

Mrs. Carl took the basket from Hermione's hand and raised her eyebrows: "You want to visit Tom Riddle? In the past eight years, since he was born, no one has ever visited him. He is a somewhat strange child, not very gregarious, taciturn , other children are a little afraid of him, he always stays in his room, if you want to see him, now, he is upstairs."

Hermione followed Mrs. Carl through the narrow and cold corridor. In the cold winter, only the hall of the orphanage had a fireplace for warmth. The cold air hit the small glass windows in the corridor, and the wooden steps made creaking sounds. A black door finally stopped at the end of the corridor.

"Tom, someone is here to see you."

Mrs Carl gave Hermione a worried look, then turned and went downstairs.

Hermione pushed open the door, and the metal door latch was covered with sticky dust. The house was small, with white walls, two small windows, a bed, a small table, next to a dilapidated wardrobe.Tom was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at the gray sky outside the window. His slender legs were still black and blue from the cold, and he curled up in a warm posture casually. He didn't seem to care about Hermione's arrival.

very quiet.

Hermione approached him, eventually sitting next to the boy on the edge of the bed, trying to say hello: "Hello, Tom... Tom."

The boy looked at her calmly.These were not the terrifying red eyes of the Dark Lord in the future, entangled with madness and frenzy, making Hermione unable to lift her head in fear, but they were also filled with an indescribable pressure and attraction, which made Hermione unable to look away.

Tom looked away. "You know me, don't you?"

Hermione almost jumped up.

"You know me." This time it's a statement, "Who am I? Do I have a father? Do I have relatives? Are they different people too?"

A series of questions made Hermione unable to think carefully. The entanglement between Merope and old Tom Riddle suddenly appeared in her mind. If the eight-year-old child in front of her knew that he was just a product of a love potion, his birth It wasn't out of love. His mother was abandoned by his father, and died miserably on the streets of London. His father was alive but never cared about his existence. Will there be another crack in his cold heart?Hermione wanted to hug the boy in front of her.

And she did, before her brain knew it.

Unexpected warmth.The thin shoulder blades are a bit sharp, and there are some rapidly gurgling blood vessels around the neck. The boy's soft black hair rubs against the contours of the ears, like a swimming fish with water ripples.Surrounded by the faint aroma of saponins, Hermione seemed to be surrounded by an incombustible flame, a soul struggling in the flames, and felt a kind of echo and confluence through time and space and fate between the hearts.Incredible, indescribable.

"You..." the boy finally spoke.

"I..." Hermione let go of the boy awkwardly, "I'm your mother's friend," she managed to piece together a sentence in her head.

"But you look very young."

"I, when I was young, your mother treated me very well and often brought me candies."

"You live very close?"

"I, I, I don't live there now."

"My mother, what is she like?"

"She, she is a very beautiful and kind person. She has the same charming black hair as you, a pair of dimples on her cheeks, and she is very beautiful when she smiles." Hermione didn't know what Merope looked like, she just thought of her own Mother, she thinks that all mothers in the world should be equally kind, and she tried her best to describe the image of a mother in her mind, "she has a warm embrace, always laughs, she likes to knit sweaters and make some cute trinkets, she can always forgive Your countless mistakes, talking about your soiled clothes, handing you a hot towel to wipe your face, and most importantly, your mother loves you very, very much."

"Love?" This word seemed quite unfamiliar to Tom. His expression was noncommittal. After a pause, he said again: "But she died when she gave birth to me, and she abandoned me."

"No, don't say that, your mother must have loved you so much that she dared to risk her life to give birth to you. At that time, she was weak and in a very dangerous situation. Giving birth to you might kill her, but she still decided She tried her best to give birth to you. When the god of death took her clothes, her heart must be full of nostalgia and reluctance. She was unwilling to let go of the only light in her life, and she was unwilling to leave her whole heart. But she's done everything she can, and there's nothing she can do."

Tom bowed his head in silence.

"You must believe that your mother loves you. She gave you the name of her favorite person, which has shown her infinite love for you. Even if she had to leave after giving birth to you, She will still guard you and love you silently forever." Hermione thought of her mother, she believed that her mother would always guard her, even though she was in a different time and space.

"Favorite? Tom Riddle, is this name my father's name?"

Hermione sighed that Tom was so smart: "Yes. Your father's name is Tom too."

Some unknown emotions flickered in Tom's eyes: "My father, is he dead too?"

Hermione couldn't speak for a while, she could only speak vaguely: "I didn't find your father, I don't know if he is still alive." You liar!fraud!She cried out in her heart.

"Are they also the different people you said?"

"Your mother is. We're wizards, Tom."

"Wizard? That's a character from a fairy tale."

"Actually, it's not just a fairy tale. This is the Muggle world, there is also a wizarding world in London, and there is a wizarding school called Hogwarts, which teaches the knowledge and skills that wizards should have, and helps you control yourself The magic power, when you are 11 years old, you should receive its admission letter."

"Prove it."

"Next time I come, I will take you to Diagon Alley. There are many interesting shops and a big bookstore. I like it very much."

"Diagon Alley?"

"It's a bustling commercial area in the wizarding world, where many wizards buy what they need."

"You said you would take me there, you must come." Tom looked like an ordinary eight-year-old boy at this moment. Hermione's words aroused his infinite curiosity, and he couldn't hide his longing.

Hermione smiled sincerely at him. She took off the cashmere scarf around her neck and wrapped it gently around Tom's neck. "Then, Tom, goodbye."

Tom stroked the thick scarf that was still warm, and watched Hermione get up.

"You're coming, aren't you?"

Just when Hermione was about to open the door, a slightly hurried voice sounded behind her.

"Yes, I will." Hermione smiled and turned.

"My mother, I mean, did she really leave me?" Tom avoided Hermione's smiling eyes.

"Yes, she has loved you till the end of the world."

The door closed, and the boy's hand clenched the scarf.