HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

The hot air blurred the shop windows facing the street, a short piece of flamenco danced cheerfully from the fingers of the bearded man in a beret, and the snow-white beer bubbles scrambled out of the large glasses. The air was warm, and the two A woman in a headscarf is swinging her arms and dancing to the music, and the red butterfly embroidered on her belt is about to fly away.

Hermione and Tom were sitting in a Muggle tavern. It was the last day of [-], and people gathered to pray devoutly for a better new year.All the grievances and sadness seem to have dissipated. In the lively music and enthusiastic dance, the people in the tavern are like newborn babies. All they need is to open their arms and embrace the world.

The two young wizards who stayed all afternoon were a little hungry. They decided to eat some food in this warm-looking tavern. Although Tom tried to refuse, Hermione ordered some steak, mashed potatoes and a big glass beer.

"How can you not drink when you come to the tavern? Of course you can't drink." Hermione smiled smugly again, as if she had gained a great benefit.

Tom finally shook his head, as if acquiescing to the reality in front of him. He didn't like the pumpkin juice he drank in Diagon Alley at all, and the beer in front of him seemed several times worse than pumpkin juice.

A few workers leaning on the bar put down their empty wine glasses, and they began to dance a short tap dance to the music, swinging their arms around at will, and a few frivolous whistles made several young girls present blush.A young guy with a flushed face even came to their table, took off his hat, and smiled at Hermione: "Girl, don't you want to dance?"

"Oh, thanks, I'm a terrible dancer, the kind who stomps on partners' feet." Hermione laughed.

"I understand." The young man smiled knowingly, and turned to Tom. "Isn't this little gentleman here?"

Tom didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"This little gentleman will still have opportunities to dance with girls in the future." Tom looked at Hermione with a look that could almost be called "glaring".

The young man laughed, turned and walked away.A guest took out the harmonica in his pocket, smiled at the bearded uncle, and played a soothing duet. Everyone had gentle expressions on their faces, and the dance became light and graceful.

Hermione was also affected by this atmosphere. After a few glasses of beer, she felt that the world became warmer, and the sun and the moon were changing. She seemed to be sitting at the dining table at home with her parents, and her mother set the shiny tableware. My father talked about the interesting things that happened in the clinic over the past year, proudly showing his neat teeth.And himself, shaking the juice secretly added whiskey in his hand, looked forward to the letter from Harry and Ron. . . . . . .

"Hermione, are you okay?" A strange voice sounded.Everything became clear, without the company of her parents, without Harry Ron, or even herself, she had disappeared in that era, and now she was lost in a corner of the black and white photos in [-], the only familiar person turned out to be the future enemy.

"I'm fine." Hermione drank a cup of tea, her mind gradually cleared.Seeing the empty dinner plate in front of her, she stroked her messy forehead hair and adjusted a smile: "Are you full? It's getting late, let's go back, maybe Mrs. Karl will blame me."

"She won't." Some flames went out in Tom's eyes.

"Let's go." Hermione held out her hand.

"Ah."

The night is already dark, there are no pedestrians on the street, there may be a sweet dream behind every small closed window, some unknown nocturnes are scattered into the thick night, occasionally there are acoustic guitar playing and one or two There was laughter, and all of this seemed out of reach through the mist.At this moment, there are only two elongated figures on the empty street, with uneven footsteps and each other's gentle breathing.

There was still a dim light in the orphanage, as if walking into an incredible dream, and Mrs. Karl was still resting on a chair in the dream.

"You are back." Mrs. Carl stood up wearily.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry we've been delayed a bit, so I took Tom to some supper, and I didn't expect  …"

"It's okay, tomorrow is New Year's Day, and the children are already asleep."

"Happy New Year, ma'am." Hermione couldn't help but give her a hug as she watched Mrs. Carl pretending to be sober.

"Happy New Years, Hermione, your toast is always delicious."

The two smiled knowingly.

Hermione turned to Tom and handed him a big paper package: "Birthday gift." Before Tom could say anything, she said first, "And New Year's gift, don't be lazy, Tom, I'll wait until you finish that book."

Sensing that her mind was a little dizzy, Hermione didn't delay any longer, turned around and waved high, and strode away.

Mrs. Karl gave Tom a helpless smile: "Go back to the house."

Hermione got up early the next day, and she did not forget to give the Watson family New Year's gifts and blessings. Mrs. Watson gave her a basket of biscuits and a bottle of typewriter ink. Hermione decided to bring the biscuits with her next time. to the orphanage.Virgil gave her a small bracelet: "I'm not very good at choosing, my mother said these girls would like it." Mrs. Watson looked up at Virgil in disbelief, and finally lost in his pleading smile Come on, nodding helplessly.

"This bracelet is so beautiful, I like it very much, thank you, Virgil." Hermione put on the bracelet, shook it slightly, and the little bell made a sound.

Virgil stroked his hair.

After bidding farewell to the Watsons, Hermione decided to go to Diagon Alley again. She stayed in the bookstore for a long time yesterday, but some books could not be found. She missed the first place of Hogwarts, but now she can What kind of identity to enter the school?Besides, she couldn't leave the Watson family and Tom alone, and she was worried about what was going to happen in the future. She can only make more money now, and hope that everything will pass in the future.

"Hello, is this HG?" A man wearing a large black wizard robe appeared at the corner of the alley.

"Yes, it's me. Are you my employer, Mr. D?" Hermione lowered her voice.

"No, I'm just his agent. He is very satisfied with your work and wants me to ask if you can make some more profound potions?"

"Excuse me, what kind of medicine is it?"

"I can't tell you for the time being, and these medicines don't have names yet. We will provide materials and formulas, and the price will of course double with the difficulty."

Hermione looked wary.

"Please don't be nervous, these are just some potions with deformation and detoxification effects, and they don't violate the Ministry of Magic's management of illegal potion production."

Hermione was still a little skeptical.

"You can see the materials, and I think you should understand what these materials do."

Hermione looked carefully at the package in the mysterious man's hand, but found nothing unusual, so she nodded: "I will finish it on time."

"We trust your ability. HG, maybe I can call you Miss?" The man put down the package and a small bag of Galleon, turned and left.

Hermione shook the weight of Galleon in her hands, thanking Merlin for his generosity.In her opinion, these medicines are not very complicated and have no side effects. Maybe in this era, pharmacists are not so popular?Professor Snape would be rich here, Hermione rolled her eyes.

She put on the big hood on her head, cast a confusion spell on her face, and walked quickly towards Knockturn Alley.