HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Hermione began to prepare for the trip to Diagon Alley, and the delivery time for the next potion was coming. She needed to buy more new materials and collect more information. In the long history of wizard development, there will always be people with her In a similar situation, she denied the possibility of a time-turner. After the sixth-grade Death Eaters frenziedly attacked and plundered this precious treasure, it had disappeared, and the time-turner's conversion quota was only a few hours. .alchemy. . . . . .alchemy!Maybe there are alchemy masterpieces similar to Time Turner, she needs to buy more alchemy books, she hopes that these things can be bought just in Diagon Alley.

The weather was fine, and the gloomy sky in London for many days finally revealed a breath of new life. The taverns facing the street were sleeping peacefully in the prosperous dreams of yesterday, but the front of some stock exchanges and banks was full of despair and haze of bankruptcy.In the window of the bakery, there are only scattered plain breads, and the children clamoring for cream cakes are crying with their mother's legs.A disheveled tramp rolled up the newspapers around him looking for a bridge hole to settle down, and an excited rural farmer led his cheering children to hang around in front of one window after another.The Great Depression has been going on for a long time, and Hermione had to exchange more currency at Gringotts, hoping that the person who hired her to make potions would allow her to make some more advanced and difficult potions.

It was noon when he arrived at Wall Orphanage, and Tom was sitting at the long table in the hall drinking the thin bowl of vegetable soup. He noticed that Hermione was wearing a red coat, and her long brown curly hair ran along the line of her body. Spreading to the waist, she is the only bright color in the black and white background board.

"Hey, Tom, are you still eating? I'll take you to that place after dinner, and Mrs. Carl has agreed." She blinked mischievously as she spoke.

The spoon in Tom's hand paused, he nodded, silently drank the last few sips of clear soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

Hermione looked up and down at Tom's brown robes, which were exactly the same as the ones he had worn the previous time.

"Uh, although the weather is good today, it's still a bit cold. Let's go up first, and I'll give you something."

Standing at the end of the corridor on the second floor, Tom twisted the handle, "Are you going to take me to Diagon Alley?"

"Yes."

"I thought you wouldn't be coming." After saying that, Tom forced a small smile on Hermione and walked into the room.Although the smile was slight, Hermione could feel the real warmth in the smile.

She bent down slightly, and took out a huge package from her small handbag. Feeling Tom's slightly curious eyes, she smiled unnaturally: "This is just a simple shrinking spell, and you will know it by then."

A black sweater was unfolded in front of Tom.

Unremarkable patterns, detailed and tight stitches, furry outlines.Seeing Tom staring at the sweater without speaking, Hermione put the sweater directly in Tom's hand: "This is not troublesome. I used to knit a lot. With the help of magic, many things are much more convenient. Put it on quickly, and I will go outside the door." , we will set off when you are ready."

She dropped those words and went straight out the door.

Hermione felt a little embarrassed, and Tom would be mad if he knew that his sweater pattern was based on the pattern she knitted for the house-elves.She couldn't help laughing, trying to ignore the inexplicable emotions surging in her heart.He should thank himself for not embroidering a big "T" on the sweater like Mrs. Weasley did, oh my god, that must have been a disaster.

The door opened, Tom smoothed the wrinkles of his cuffs unnaturally, looked up at Hermione: "Thank you, Hermione. Let's go."

Hermione followed Tom happily admiring her masterpiece.

On Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London, Tom followed Hermione into a dilapidated pub in doubt. After Hermione took out her wand and tapped the wall casually, a brand new world unfolded before Tom's eyes.

Unlike the depressed scene in the London neighborhood, it is very lively with people coming and going.Many people in strange robes walked past one shop after another, the sounds of animals and shops shouted continuously, a one-eyed man kept turning his eyes to stare at the passing crowd, a witch with a feather hat on her head suddenly Become a bird and fly to the sky.

"That's an Animagus, Tom, a form of Transfiguration you'll learn about in school."

The flow of people in front increased, and several children ran towards a pink shop clamoring. Hermione took Tom's hand: "Follow me closely, don't get lost."

Hermione's hand was dry and warm, and Tom squeezed it tighter, striding forward.

"Hello, miss, would you like some candy?"

On the side of the road, a clown puppet wearing a funny gentleman hat was automatically greeting passers-by, and a string of fireworks circled around him. Hermione thought of the store of the Weasley twins, and was a little sad. She turned her head and looked at Tom: "Go in and have a look." Well, it looks good."

After all, the store owner didn't have the talent of the Weasley brothers, but the shiny candies still brought back some good memories for Hermione. She saw Tom looking around with focused and exploring eyes, and bought a small bag of "Bibi's Flavored Beans".

"Sometimes wizards are the only ones who can eat some wonderful flavors." She gave Tom a smirk.

The familiar bookstore was still the same 60 years ago. The fashion in the wizarding world always changes slowly. Hermione and Tom stood in front of a large row of bookshelves, with the same greedy expression on their faces. Hermione began to look for Books about alchemists and alchemy, and Tom has long been fascinated by the large number of books and tall bookshelves, and can't hear Hermione's voice.She smiled and continued to search for it.

The afternoon sun shone directly on the corner of the bookshelf, Hermione rubbed her sore eyes, startled, Tom? !Looking up and looking around, Tom was holding a thick book and was fascinated by it. A few strands of disobedient black curly hair blocked his eyes. His focused look reminded Hermione of her childhood self, and she recalled Harry's words : "Voldemort was brilliant when he was young, and he was the best wizard", why would a smart wizard let himself fall into such a bad state in the future?Shaking her head, she walked over to Tom.

"Tom?"

Tom looked up from the pages of the book, his expression was in a trance for a moment, and then returned to a blank expression in an instant. He opened and closed the book in his hand several times, and finally returned it to the bookshelf.Hermione looked along, and the gilt spine of "Hogwarts, A School History" gleamed in the sunlight.

"You liked it?" Hermione tried to suppress the excitement in her voice.

Tom nodded hesitantly.

Hermione really wanted to hold Tom's hands, God knows how distressed she was, Harry and Ron looked at her scared expression, as if she was not reading a book, but a terrible three-headed dog, how many times did she Emphasizing the interest and importance of this book around them, and getting nothing more than a few "come on" and big white eyes, now, finally, someone has the same opinion as her, although the other party is only an eight-year-old child.Check it out, eight year olds think this is a very entertaining book!Hermione apparently forgot that she was not an ordinary eight-year-old in front of her.

Hermione took out the book from the bookshelf: "Let's go, see what other books you like?"

Tom's eyes widened slightly.

"I like this book very much. After you finish reading it, I still have a lot to discuss with you."

Tom could see the enthusiasm in Hermione's eyes.

Seeing that Tom didn't move, Hermione simply picked out a few encyclopedia books and a "Children's Quidditch Guide". She was curious whether the young Voldemort liked this kind of sport of flying around and making wizards crazy.After paying the bill and walking out of the store, the sunset is spreading across the sky brilliantly, the street shops are covered with a layer of warm orange, the big clouds are trimmed with gold, the outline of the boy is blurred in the glow, the thick gray scarf around the neck Kissing his immature face, and his black eyes, like a deep pool of well water, are rippling layers of ripples at this moment.Hermione felt that the restlessness in her heart gradually subsided. She looked up at the setting sun in the west, looked down into the boy's eyes, and showed a bright smile: "Happy birthday, Tom."