HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

The two alleys not far apart are like two worlds.All kinds of malicious eyes came from the shadows, and Hermione tightened the cloak on her body.

Bokin store.Hermione lowered her voice and handed the shopkeeper a small bag containing Galleons: "Is there any stock?"

The person opposite nodded: "Don't worry, we have found Seslak's descendants."

"Then the manuscript?"

"we will try our best."

Hermione nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the shop quickly.It wasn't until she left the dark and gloomy alley that Hermione let out a long sigh of relief.

She remembered that Harry had mentioned that the young Dark Lord had worked in the Bojin shop after graduation. It seemed that this shop had many disgraceful but very effective methods of getting goods. She read all the information about alchemy and After the time-shifted books, an alchemist named Seslak caught her attention.Seslak was once obsessed with the theory of time travel, and he tried to save his wife who died young, and worked hard for 80 years.Legend has it that he lived in seclusion on an unknown island and devoted himself to research.In a night of lightning and thunder, he was disheveled and barefoot, running wildly on the island, shouting: "I've found it! I've found it!" and then disappeared without a trace.Later, his nephew went to the island to search and found a manuscript. According to the legend, the manuscript described how he resurrected his wife, and all of this turned into an unverifiable legend in the end.

Now, the Platinum Store actually found Seslak's descendant, Hermione sighed again, the Dark Lord is really smart.

"Hi, Virgil's little bastard's girlfriend!" came a flirtatious whistle.The red-haired youth of the day gave Hermione a wink.

Hermione walked straight forward.

"Don't go." An arm was blocked in front of him, with malicious intentions.

"You don't have a job?" Hermione looked up.

"What?" The redhead was a little surprised.

"Don't you have a job? You have two younger sisters at home, right? They still need to be taken care of."

"Ha, sister, yeah, having a penny may not make you a penny (having a penny do not mean that you can make a penny), and besides, it's none of your business."

"I'm not Virgil's girlfriend, and that's none of your business."

"Hmph, I don't care if you are, he is just a Jew, with such a person, be careful to be sucked out of blood."

"I heard that your sister fainted from hunger in the factory."

"They're all a bunch of vampires, there's nothing good about it! Damn the textile factory, just leave it at that. My sister doesn't even pay you a penny."

"Why don't you go to work? You're not missing a limb."

"What do you know?! The factory where I work is closed, many factories are closed! It's all caused by these jews! There is no place to hire workers now. Maybe I should go to the United States to earn pennies."

"But if you stop me here, you won't make any money."

"What does this have to do with you? Take care of yourself! Don't let me meet you next time!" The red-haired youth turned around and left quickly.

Hermione shook her head, it was you who stopped me first.

There is no other progress about time travel, and Hermione wants to "visit" some rich private libraries. Malfoy Manor is a good choice, but unfortunately it is shrouded in powerful family magic, and only blood relatives Free to enter, she thought of her only memory of Malfoy Manor, and shook her head in disgust, perhaps, 12 Grimmauld Place?Today, Sirius' irascible mother is alive, and her rebellious son is far from being born.Hermione sighed, and continued to search the huge pure-blood family and their library in her mind, and Gaunt's old house appeared in her mind.

Gaunt's old house?In my impression, Merope's brother and father are still alive, and they can be regarded as Tom's living relatives, but the young Dark Lord doesn't seem to get along very well with them. He used some unknown methods to make his uncle die in the In the prison of Azkaban.Hermione trembled. She was a little thankful that she didn't come here ten years later. Facing the Dark Lord, she wondered if she was lucky enough to be able to easily get away with it.

Thanks Merlin!The current Dark Lord is only a child.

Arranging the piled glass bottles on the table, she suspected that her employer might be the person in charge of St. Mungo's Hospital, so many antidotes, almost every possible toxic injury was considered, or he lived in the face of being persecuted all the time. In the danger of poisoning, one has to be extra careful.Shaking off these thoughts, she picked up the small basket on the table, put some freshly baked bread in the morning, and walked towards the orphanage.

Mrs. Watson regretted not being able to visit the orphanage, not sure if her presence would be welcome.Everyone seems to take her eyes for granted, rich, greedy, and treacherous, it seems that if she doesn't spend a lot of money, she will get all the notoriety about the Jews, and the police will only look forward to seeing her. The informant took out a full purse, and then left a warning and a few jokes that were not funny.My husband also fought for the honor of the country!This sentence stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a low whimper.Mrs. Watson didn't want to show this kind of attitude in front of others. She gave Hermione a few words and began to sit in the living room and mend a piece of clothing.

Holding the two vials of jam that Mrs. Watson had thrust into her hands, Hermione felt the lingering bitterness again. "Mudblood", from the first time she heard the word, the wonderful world of wizards opened a cruel and ugly corner in front of her, and the older she got, the more she understood that although you may have magical magic in fairy tales, She can't live in the pure beauty of fairy tales. No matter which world or age, darkness and sunshine go hand in hand, she can only try her best to stand up straight, and her strength and ability are her best reliance.Was the wizarding world more tolerant in 60 than it was [-] years later?The answer is obvious.Hermione has excellent potion preparation skills, but she can only choose a vague "HG" as a pseudonym, as a proof of her dignity.Come to think of it, a Muggle-born female wizard, who would take a second hand to see her abilities patiently?Housekeeping spells are probably the most important thing to learn.Hermione curled her lips in disdain, and once again thanked her parents deeply from the bottom of her heart.

Passing the small basket and jam to Mrs. Karl, her words of thanks poured out again and again, and Hermione had to emphasize again and again that it was made by her Jewish landlady to end the embarrassment of impersonation.Mrs. Carl didn't comment on this, but said: "Tom doesn't seem to be in the room, you can go outside and look for him."

Hermione looked up at the foggy sky, and the rolling black clouds were hidden in the heavy fog. Today is not a good weather for enjoying the sunshine outdoors, and Tom didn't stay in his room as usual.Some passing children greeted her, and they seemed to be very pleased with Mrs. Watson's handiwork.She smiled and asked a little blond boy, "Hey, did you see Tom?" The boy shook his head in horror and ran away.

Hermione could only find it herself.

She walked through the open space in front of the orphanage. Here was a small piece of desolate garden. Two low stone benches were squatting in the withered grass, and two rows of thin trees were like two rows of silent soldiers.

A star of greenery emerged from the side of the fence, which reminded Hermione that the severe winter was going away. Although the branches had not yet turned blue, she could already happily see the figure of the oriole jumping on the curved slanted branches , The creeper's withered black branches spread to the top of the orphanage, and after a while, the large green leaves will cover the walls.

Tom was not found here, and Hermione continued to walk forward. Not far ahead was the coast. The waves beat the reef tirelessly, knocking out a piece of white debris. The sea breeze brought a salty smell. What kind of figure, the branches are indistinct in the mist, there seems to be no clear boundary between day and night, the roar of the tide ahead seems to rush into her eyes, she stretches her sore shoulders, opens her arms to welcome some wind, the water lingers, the world is silent , she seems to be standing at the end of time and space, desolate and magnificent.Some verses came to her mind, and she unconsciously read out:

"The sea sinks, the evening star shines,

A clear voice calls to me!

May the beach not moan and whine when I go out to sea.

The flowing tide seems to have fallen asleep,

The tide is too full, but silent,

What was drawn from the boundless ocean is now returned.

The twilight is dark, the evening bell is soft, and then the night falls!

May there be no sorrow of farewell, when I set sail;

Though the tide may carry me far to infinity,

Beyond our time and space,

I wish to see the navigator,

Face to face as I cross the beach. "

(Note: Tennyson's "Across the Beach"; translated by Fei Bai)

"Hermione?" a voice said.