HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 40

Gripping the carved handle tightly, Tom took a deep breath and opened the iron door.The scene inside the iron gate made him a little dazed, as if he was experiencing another long and real hallucination - the house where he and Hermione lived in London appeared exactly before his eyes.

His trembling fingertips caressed the fabric back of the small sofa that he spent a lot of time sitting on that holiday, and there was a bunch of white wind chime flowers on the nearby small coffee table, as if they were picked just yesterday. Looking in the direction, it seems that Hermione can see the scene of Hermione scratching her head in front of the recipe.Suppressing the corners of his mouth, Tom paced back and forth in the living room with nostalgia. He didn't even want to go to the kitchen. He knew that there wasn't a witch with disheveled hair and a warm smile complaining to him about cooking a thousand times. What a difficult thing.

Closing his eyes, Tom found that all the seemingly distant things still hadn't left his memory, and the warmth and breath that he was familiar with and neglected were not taken for granted.

Thinking of Hermione's serene smile who was still sleeping peacefully in his room, Tom suddenly understood why Hermione hid the Elder Wand in such a situation—the nostalgia and involvement that belonged only to the two of them, others would never clear.The Elder Wand should be in that place, then.

Walking up the stairs, he opened his palms, and his pale and slender fingers brushed over the carved patterns on the stair railing one by one. The uneven touch was like Hermione's uneven breathing.This is also part of Hermione's memory, the memory of "home" in her heart.Pushing open the door facing the stairs, what came into view was the big table full of books, with bookshelves full of books on both sides, and the materials and instruments for making potion were casually leaning against the legs of the desk.Tom caressed the small study table that had long been abandoned, this silent partner who had accompanied him when he first learned about the wizarding world. One after another shimmering vast sea.He remembered those obscure summer days, how the smooth and elegant arms, the delicate neck, and the end of Hermione's brown curly hair slipped across the surface of the small table inadvertently, causing the people sitting at the table to burst into embarrassment. The words trembled slightly.

Tom bent down and opened the desk drawer tremblingly. The metal pulleys made a regular sound like the whine of a cello.As the drawer unfolded little by little, a pure black magic wand lay quietly in the drawer.

The moment Tom clenched the wand with his fingers, Tom immediately felt the surging magic power in the old wand. They cheered, crowded around, and scrambled to submit to him. The old wand had no loyalty, it only succumbed to a stronger power.For the first time, Tom celebrated the quality of the Elder Wand.

Putting the Elder Wand in his pocket, Tom didn't leave immediately, his slender legs measured the entire house step by step, all those awakened and unawakened memories and details were finally engraved into his memory with a profound gesture.

There is no sky, no earth, no height, no length, no day and night, no light and darkness, this is a gray world, thin mist is frozen in nothingness, infinitely small and infinitely vast, here is the starting point of existence and nothingness And the end, here is the existence that does not exist.

Hermione kept walking forward, as if this was the only thing she was born to do, her soft body pierced through coming and going, going and returning, past and future, existence and destruction, she didn't care Regardless, just walked straight ahead.

Until, a drop of water fell on her cheek.

water.

All senses of touch came to life, and Hermione unfolded her curled fingers to feel the small and solid icy temperature. She was a little surprised that she actually felt the emotion behind the icy temperature, which was heavy and light as tulle.

Another drop of water fell.

"Who are you?" The crisp voice shattered the transparent barrier in front of Hermione's eyes.

Hermione turned her head, and more water droplets fell down densely, splashing, it was a cold rain.

A drenched black-haired little boy sat with his knees folded in the midst of nothingness.

"Is it always raining here?" Hermione was in a daze, not answering the little boy's question.

"Yes, it always rains here."

"Aren't you cold?" Hermione approached the little boy who was sitting.

"What is cold?" The little boy's black eyes were wet.

"Cold is the temperature that makes you shiver." Hermione sat down next to the little boy, her cheeks covered with rain, her vision almost blurred.

"Temperature? I can't feel anything." The little boy's voice sounded so innocent.

Hermione reached out to touch the little boy's drenched hand. The cold, deathly coldness spread along the blood vessels of Hermione's entire body.She shivered.

"You're shivering, you're cold." Dark eyes fixed on Hermione's pale cheek.

"Yes, I'm cold." Hermione forced a smile, the cold water stimulated her, and some blurry corners became clear.

"You haven't told me your name yet?" The little boy asked persistently, a few drops of rain dripped down his slender eyelashes onto his fair neck.

"My name is..." Hermione was a little confused, after thinking for a while, she finally remembered her own name, "My name is Hermione Granger."

"Hermione...Hermione....this name makes me tremble, is it a cold feeling?" A pair of wet little hands suddenly held Hermione's hands.

"I don't know, what about you? Who are you?" Hermione clenched those hands tightly, even though the temperature was as cold as ice, she felt happy.

"I don't know who I am, you are the first person I met here, you see, there is nothing here, my heart is empty, I have always been alone."

"You don't have a name?" Hermione was a little curious. Through the sparse rain, she approached the little boy. A piece of yellowed white cloth was sewn on his gray robe, and a name was spelled out in rough black letters. : Tom Riddle.

"Tom Riddle," Hermione murmured.

"This is my name? But I can't feel that this name belongs to me." The little boy's black eyes showed a little confusion.

"Tom Riddle, no, Tom, this name belongs to you, you are Tom Riddle, you are Tom Riddle." There was a strange look in Hermione's eyes, she thought of everything, she thought of the basilisk She remembered how terrified she was on the last Tom's face when her teeth bit her.

Fear, the fear that rarely appeared in Tom Riddle, the deep fear that only death could bring him, appeared on his handsome, breath-taking face. Surprisingly, this death did not happen to him, but on her.

She is dead, she should have been dead, maybe she is already dead, is this vast expanse a dead world?It's so empty, but she doesn't feel lonely.But why is Tom here?Still in the form of a child?He was younger than when she first saw him, he looked only about five or six years old, he was wearing a gray cloth robe that looked like it was mass-sewn in an orphanage, his thin limbs were curled up, his whole body was Wet, his skin was pale as if life had never stopped, his black curly hair fell limply on his forehead, and his black eyes were filled with mist.

"Oh, Tom." Hermione reached out and pulled Tom into her arms.

"Hermione." Tom in his arms stretched out his thin arms to wrap around Hermione's neck. Regardless of the wetness of the two, he still felt an unprecedented strange attraction.

"You have been here all the time? Drenched in icy rain forever? Haven't you tried to leave here? You see, this place is actually very big. No matter which direction you go, you can always go on." He Min tried her best to transfer her body temperature to Tom in her arms, "plop", "plop", she felt her lost heartbeat come back.

"But my world is only so small, except me, only you." Tom in his arms raised his head to look up at Hermione, his black pupils reflected Hermione's face.

"Why does it keep raining here? Can't you stop the rain?" Hermione hugged Tom tightly, and the cold rainwater continued to penetrate her clothes and penetrate her skin, and her limbs gradually became numb.

"I don't know. It's been raining here since the moment I opened my eyes. You said the rain is cold, but my heart is empty and I can't feel anything. Just stay like this and wait forever. Go down, and then, here you come, my breath is shaking, my body is shaking, my world is shaking, I feel the rain on my skin, I feel cold, is this all right? Hermione." Tom blinked, shaking the water from his eyelashes.

"That's right, Tom. From now on, you'll not only feel cold, you'll feel warm, and you'll feel a lot more."

"Will you let me feel all of this?" The pure black pupils looked straight into the brown pupils without any impurities.

"I will, Tom." Hermione sighed, kissing Tom's forehead.

"Look, the rain has stopped." Tom in his arms smiled.

Hermione looked up in surprise, the endless rain stopped, the surroundings were no longer gray, replaced by pure white, besides them, their shadows were directly reflected in front of her eyes.

Hermione let go of Tom in her arms and stood up, dazedly touching her own shadow in front of her.

"That's you, that's me." A silky voice sounded, and a tall figure appeared beside Hermione's shadow.

Hermione turned her head, and Tom was standing beside her. He was wearing a black robe, with a tall and straight figure, his jet-like curly hair lined his cheeks paler. His hair was a little longer, covering the contours of his ears, the line of his jaw was harder, his cheeks were sunken, and his black eyes were breathtaking, like invisible whirlpools.

"Tom?" Hermione reached out and couldn't help but caressed his cheek, describing his face.

Tom reached out and took Hermione's hand on his cheek, and smiled: "Hermione, you are with me, no matter where you are, you will be with me."

"You are already, you have grown into a young man, now, do you still want my company?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Hermione, are you still running away? This is my world, and it's yours too. Don't you understand why we met?" Tom showed an almost doting expression, and Hermione couldn't believe her eyes.

"Don't you rule the world? Don't you seek to be above everything?" Hermione regained some of her former thinking.

"Rule the world? Hermione, you are so cute sometimes. I used to pursue immortality, but now I know that one's immortality has no meaning. Look, where is my world? What is in my world? Except you, those mediocre What have I got to do with all the meaningless blurry stuff?" Tom raised his eyebrows.

Hermione was a little uncertain about Tom's remarks, and she watched Tom's expression carefully.

"Merlin, even in such existence and nothingness, you are still so serious and rational, Hermione, hug me quickly." Tom lowered his head and couldn't help smiling.

Hermione was stunned for a while, then, she opened her mouth and showed a silly smile without any scruples, ran two steps, and hugged the tall and straight body in front of her.

Warmth, fragrance, breath, heartbeat, red, green, wind, light, sound, everything around suddenly came alive, Hermione looked at the vitality and colors around her in surprise, and could hardly close her mouth.

"Do you believe it now? Hermione, you brought me these, you brought me my world, and you fulfilled your promise to me." Tom lowered his head and kissed Hermione gently.

Hermione clutched Tom's back, feeling the unbelievable warmth from Tom.

"I love you, Hermione." Between lips and teeth, Tom's words made Hermione's soul tremble.

soul?

"Hermione, never leave me, promise me, never leave me." Tom smiled softly, his smile made Hermione dizzy.

"Okay, I promise, Tom, I will never leave you." Hermione said tremblingly, she wanted to say more, and Tom in front of her suddenly said, "Okay, time is up, come on, Hermione. "

"What?" Hermione was a little confused. To her horror, everything in front of her eyes suddenly began to spin, Tom's handsome face gradually disappeared, and the world was spinning. Before the light disappeared, Hermione cried out the last sentence that she wanted to say to Tom countless times. Confidential words: "I love you, Tom."

A strong wind blew from the stone wall, and several powerful forces circled around Tom. He clenched his hands and tried hard to control a black cyclone. To succeed, he must succeed.Not far behind him, the broken Elder Wand was thrown in a corner, and on the bed not far away, a peaceful figure was sleeping peacefully.

The black cyclone made a crackling sound, and two fire dragons came towards them. Tom opened his arms and let the fire dragon pass through the outstretched arms. A powerful green halo enveloped Tom's body, and beads of sweat dripped from his fair face. , Enduring it, he watched intently as black and green collided to create fierce sparks.

There was a stronger trembling, the whole house was shaking, the vase on the table was banging, the corner of the bed creaked, and the person who was sleeping peacefully on the bed still had a peaceful expression and was not disturbed.

After an unknown amount of time, the intense tremor finally subsided. Tom opened his clenched palms, and watched the black mist slowly penetrate into his body, showing a satisfied smile.

This day is finally here.

Tom took out a white handkerchief from his robe, wiped the sweat from his face and hands, and put the handkerchief back again. He slowly sat on the side of the bed, stroking Hermione's curly hair that was no longer messy habitually, A smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

"Hermione, you are finally waking up. It is time for you to open your eyes. It has been four years. From [-] to [-], you have been lying quietly for four years. This summer I have graduated from Hogwarts, the number one student in the school and Hogwarts outstanding student. I know you will not be surprised by this, but I just want to share with you. Everything is getting better, Even the Muggle War is coming to an end, the British army has successfully landed in Normandy, and the strategic counter-offensive has already begun. It will be my birthday soon, do you really want to spend Christmas with me again?"

The sleeping Hermione seemed to smile.

Tom stood up, took out his wand, and began to chant some complicated and lengthy spells. A gray-green beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand, which surrounded Tom's body, and then quickly rushed towards Hermione, the gray-green light Penetrating the whole body, Hermione's body trembled on the bed, and then fell silent again.Tom kept chanting the incantation, continuous beams of light surrounded and linked the bodies of the two, and the golden engraving flashed on the foreheads of the two, and then gradually extinguished. With the end of the incantation, everything returned to its original appearance.

Calming his beating heart, Tom sat on the bed again, waiting expectantly for Hermione to open those warm eyes and hold his hand with a smile.However, after waiting for a long time, the bells rang on Christmas Eve, and the Christmas carols ended. The glass windows seemed to seep into the cold air of the night, and the warm room temperature gradually turned into a freezing temperature.Tom moved his stiff face, he held Hermione's hand, and smiled: "Christmas is here, the evening bell has already struck, wake up, Hermione, this is not fun at all."

"You are laughing at my level of magic. I have been studying this spell for four years. Although I don't want to admit Dumbledore's help, can you not even believe in his magical ability? Hermione, I am sure, I did not Do any of the steps wrong."

"I didn't try to open the secret chamber anymore, and I didn't even teach others about black magic. I just studied it myself, just as an academic research. I believe you can understand that I tried to reduce the side effects of black magic and enhance its effect. This Four years, no one has died because of me, I don't even use the Unforgivable Curse easily anymore, Hermione, don't you believe all this? You wouldn't have thought that I entered the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, I entered the The Ministry of Magic, I no longer try to summon the assembly of Death Eaters, I use them all to wipe out the remnants of Grinwald, they are the same existence as the Auror, but under my leadership, they no longer It's what your era looked like."

"Look, isn't everything I said enough to attract you? Don't you want to see what I look like? Do you know how many love letters I have received in the past four years? Shouldn't you stand up and yell at me jealously? "

"This is the cottage I saved up to buy, it's small, but here you are, I didn't inherit the magnificent house of the Riddle family, that my nominal father has passed away, I relieved the last bit of pain Hermione, don't you look at this home now? We will all live here in the future, that white vase, I bought it according to the home in London, do you think it is beautiful? You are in Gringotts I'm about to spend all my Galleons, after all, my salary is not high enough now. Look at my prodigal husband, won't you immediately carry out your wife's mission and reprimand me loudly?"

"The Department of Mysteries has a lot of interesting magic items, I even saw a time-turner in there, but it only reversed for a few minutes. A few minutes, almost nothing changes, I hate the feeling of powerlessness. Maybe I can If you improve the performance of the time converter, the time that can be reversed may be extended, Hermione, are you sure you don't want to study this subject with me? I know how interested you are in it."

"McGonagall and her Muggle husband already have a daughter, and she came to see you, don't you feel it? She said she wanted you to be godmother to the child, and she said she would wait for you to wake up."

"It's time to wake up, you're going to miss the last nocturne on Christmas Eve, wake up, Hermione."

"You want to hear me read Shakespeare's sonnets, don't you? You once told me that it would attract girls, so I'll read it to you. I've secretly read a lot of the poetry book you gave me. Over and over again, in my most secret dream, I wanted to read it to you, and now, my wish has come true."

"Shall I compare thee to summer's day can I compare you to a summer's day

Thouartmorelovelyandmoretemperate. Thouartmorelovelyandmoretemperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Andsummer'sleasehathalltooshortadate: Summer's life is too soon to end:

Sometimes stoo hot the eyes of heaven shines,

Andoftenish is goldcomplexiondimmed; His golden complexion will be dimmed;

And every fair from fair someth medeclines, every beauty, always leaves beauty and withers,

Bychance, ornament's changing course, untrimmed: ruined by chance or natural metabolism;

Butthyeternal summer shall not fade, but thyeternal summer shall not fade,

Norlose possession of that fairthouowest; You will never lose your fair manner;

NorshallDeathbragthouwanderestinhisshadedeathbragthouwanderestinhisshadedeathbragsyouwandering in his shadow,

When eternal lines to time thou growest. You will be with time in immortal poetry;

Solongasmen can breathe the oreyescansee, as long as man is breathing, eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. This poem of mine lives to extend your life.

"

The deep tone was like a cello solo, accompanied by affectionate sentences, one or two drops of choked-up astringency gathered in Tom's throat, he could hardly control this strange tide, for the first time, that kind of bitter and unspeakable taste occupied Tom's throat. His soul, his black eyes gradually became dense with water vapor.

"So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. This poem of mine lives, and this gives life to thee.

"

Tremblingly reciting the last line of the poem, he could no longer suppress the trembling in his words, the consonant letters rushed out of the throat, causing a blockage, and gently, he felt something disappear in the corner of his eyes.

"You really should read poetry to me all the time, you know, I also fantasized about you reading sonnets to me." A weak but firm voice came from the body that should have been sleeping.

"And this gives life to thee. Tom, you bring me new life." A shallow smile penetrated Tom's chest.

A hand caressed Tom's face, taking away the moisture from the corner of his eyes.

"Rain? It turns out..." Hermione looked thoughtfully at the crystal on her fingertips.

"You're awake." Tom finally saw Hermione's face clearly.

"Yes." Hermione smiled.

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The violent breathing could not subside for a long time, and hugged Hermione's body tightly. Tom felt that Hermione had untied her wrists at some point. She stretched out her hands and slowly stroked Tom's sweaty back, raised her head and stared at Tom Pan With a flushed face, her brown eyes were filled with a deep sea tenderness that Tom had never seen before. "I love you, Tom."

The soft lips flew to the corner of Tom's mouth like a butterfly.

Tom stretched out his arms to keep the butterfly from dancing. He hugged Hermione tightly and said steadily in a warm breath, "So you won't leave me anymore."

"Yes, I won't be leaving anymore, not even death can separate us." Hermione gently rubbed against Tom's bare chest.

"Want to do it again?" Tom raised the corners of his mouth, using his body to remind Hermione of the consequences of teasing.

"No problem," Hermione replied with a smile before the kiss swallowed her breath.

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[-]

There was no starlight in the sky, and there was darkness all around.The shrill whistling was accompanied by a devilish grin, the rotting dead leaves released their final trembling, and the colorful light beams lit up the silhouette of the forest. The three panting figures had already forgotten how to breathe.

"Come out, Malfoy, cowardly traitor, how dare you betray me?" The hoarse voice was like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

"Malfoy?" The dusty Ron opened his mouth in surprise.

"You killed my parents." A deep and painful voice, accompanied by the unique accent of the transition period between teenagers and youth, slowly came from the deep forest behind him.

Hermione clenched her hands almost subconsciously.

Harry looked at Hermione's expression knowingly, and smiled reassuringly at Ron.

"Your father failed in his mission. He deserves it. I have always been fair to my servants." The red eyes narrowed slightly. "As for your mother, revenge beyond her means."

"You could have let her go." Draco's gray eyes showed a hint of pain.

"Let her go? Let the person who tried to poison me? She killed my Nagini!" The snake's face twisted even more with anger.

"Malfoy's mother killed Nagini?" Ron almost forgot that he was facing the greatest enemy in this world.

"That monster! It killed my father!" Draco said as he pulled out his wand. Before he finished chanting, Voldemort's black robe lightly waved, and Draco was already lying on the ground in pain.

"Malfoy! Reparo!" Hermione quickly cast a healing spell on Draco.

"Let a mudblood heal you. Look, Draco, you used to be the faithful servant I hoped for, but now you need a handout from a mudblood." The snake's face showed a trace of false regret.

"Never mind... your... business," Malfoy yelled at Hermione, "leave... just me, you... this..."

"Whatever you say." Hermione shook her head, and she gave Harry a look, pointing her wand straight at Voldemort.

"Mudblood want to do a warm-up show first? Welcome." Voldemort smirked, "Give it to the poor savior and little Malfoy, they'll cry for you in a moment, don't you feel good, you dirty blood After disappearing, there are still two pure-blood traitors mourning for you."

"Stupefy!" Hermione's wand tip flashed red.

"Be kind and soft? It turns out that the think tank of the savior is just a soft-hearted little girl."

"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione watched Voldemort easily dodge the attack, and noticed Harry's movement out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help speeding up the attack, "Reducto! Impedimento! Protego!"

"That's good, that's interesting, it seems that you're not just a stupid girl who just reads." A light flashed in the red eyes, "Colloportus!"

Hermione rolled on the ground, but the attack grazed her arm.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Reducto!"

The fierce battle went back and forth several times. Finally, the Dark Lord seemed to be tired of this procrastination game. He raised the corners of his mouth and sneered silently: "Avada Kedavra!"

Time seemed to slow down, and Harry watched in horror as the green light penetrated Hermione's body, her brown curls flying high, and finally hit the ground hard.

"No!" Three voices sounded at the same time, and Harry looked at Malfoy on the ground in surprise when he stood up. He staggered as if he wanted to run towards the direction where Hermione fell to the ground, but after a pause, he turned around. Running towards them.

"You know the Seslak Diliski curse, I left clues in your residence before." The gray eyes were burning with deep hatred.

"It's you?" No more questions, the questions that had been accumulated in Harry's mind for a long time were clear, he nodded to Ron, and then asked Malfoy, "Are you willing? This is the only way to completely destroy the Dark Lord, isn't it?"

"Yes, with a little selfishness mixed in."

"Hermione can survive." Harry smiled sincerely. From the day he knew that he was also a Horcrux, he never thought about surviving. Now, his mission can be completed, and it is best to save him. A friend's life is worth it.

"You're trying to rule me out! Harry, I'm going to fight you to the end, besides, I'm going to tell Hermione that I can do nothing less for her than that bastard Malfoy!" Ron interrupted their conversation eagerly.

"Stupefy." Malfoy put away his wand, he raised his eyebrows at Harry, "It's better for this fool to be alive, I hope he can be a witness to prove that the Malfoy family is not a shameful name, there are also people in this family warrior."

"It's been long enough to reminisce, and I've given you enough time to mourn for the Mudbloods. Then, great savior, Harry Potter, come and accept your death. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Harry stepped forward, the tip of the wand glowed green: "Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Two green rays of light complement each other, and at the same time, a white light rises from the corner, a dazzling light shines from the place where Hermione fell, and a young wizard with light golden hair stands in the center of the light, and the spreading light quickly surrounds The blood of the two people in the battle continued to ooze from his body, quickly staining the ground in front of him red.Voldemort looked at Malfoy, whose face was covered with blood, in horror, and shook his body: "The Diliski Curse! How do you know this long-lost spell?"

Regardless of the blood blurring his vision, Malfoy raised the corner of his mouth: "Malfoy's 900-year history did not exist in vain. Seslak is also a branch of Malfoy. Now, disappear forever, Voldemort!"

The white light was even more dazzling, and the golden beam penetrated the bodies of the three people who were in a stalemate. Before Malfoy closed his eyes, he heard Voldemort's frantic shout: "Don't think about destroying me like this!"

"Your horcruxes have been eliminated by me. Hermione's battle before was to buy time for me to destroy the remaining horcruxes I collected. Now your other horcruxes are gone, except me." Haha Leigh spat out the blood foam in his mouth, he turned his head to look at the unconscious Ron, Hermione and Malfoy who had lost their lives, and let the golden beam pass through his chest, as well as the chest of the enemy on the opposite side.

"You want to resurrect that Mudblood!"

Harry didn't have the energy to reply any more. He watched the snake-faced demon king in front of him turn into a little bit of black ashes, and felt a kind of eternal peace in his heart. He relaxed his body and closed his eyes slowly.

He didn't see that a wisp of ashes flying into the sky penetrated into Hermione's lifeless body, and a small voice echoed in the dead forest: "I want to change history, you can't stop me! You can't stop me!"

Time is the best weapon and time is the worst enemy.Destiny was ready for a head-on blow, and also performed a ruthless mockery.The hand that fiddles with time is finally fiddled by time, but luck or misfortune, no one knows except eternal time.

[-]

Hermione held the hand of the little black-haired girl in her hand, and was going to buy her an owl in Diagon Alley. This day was the day before Hogwarts school started, and there were so many little wizards in Diagon Alley. She held on tightly The little girl's hand, for fear of losing her, the scene of Virgil crying on the streets of Diagon Alley is still fresh in her memory.

"Grandma, that's Lihen Bookstore, let's go and have a look." The girl almost dragged Hermione into the bookstore.

"Jessica, slow down."

"But grandfather said you like bookstores, every time you see a bookstore, you will run to it." The little girl showed a puzzled expression.

"But you're too strong, dear." Hermione gave a narrow smile.

"That's because of Dad, he said it was the result of his grandfather's training."

"Well, Tom is always strict with the children." When he was thinking about how to continue discussing with his husband at night about the limited conversion quota of the Time Converter, the little black-haired girl who was holding his hand had disappeared.

"Jessica?" Hermione was a little flustered, but at the corner of the bookshelf in front of her, she saw Jessica having a pleasant conversation with a little boy with black hair. The parents of the little boy looked at the lively black-haired girl with a smile, Gently asked: "little girl, do you