HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 9

Wrapping the blanket tightly around her body, Hermione drank a few mouthfuls of hot water.Tom's cheeks were still flushed, some tiny beads of sweat were oozing from his brow, and he looked lifeless under the huge duvet.In the cold at the beginning of [-], having a fever was not as easy as choking on cold water. Mrs. Carl said embarrassingly that it was a bit of a luxury to ask a doctor for a fever.God forgot to hold the hands of these orphans to come to the world, or did not arrange for loving embrace to welcome and warm these little angels.During the long journey in the world, these children can only shout hard by themselves, hoping that when the bad luck is haunted, heaven may have a pair of ears to listen.

Hermione couldn't blame anything. Madam Karl's uncountable sweat and hard work had been spent on pushing this dilapidated ship to run. A shelter from the wind and rain, some decent efforts to support it, countless times of earnestness and even humility, here Although the child is hungry, he still has the same smile on his face when he runs and chases.She regretted that she hadn't brought more healing potions with her, since it never occurred to her that Tom would be sick.Yes, until now, Hermione can't treat him as a person to some extent, at least as an ordinary person, just like the all-powerful gods or demons in mythology, they must have had an extraordinary childhood, no matter what It is not a very absurd imagination whether to fight with evil spirits or to be able to carry the horse with extraordinary talent and strength, but Hermione always has a string in her mind. When Tom shows any unexpected thoughts and behaviors, The string plucked lightly, reminding Hermione to attribute everything to the fact that this was nothing more than the Dark Lord's traits, the most normal behavior.Prejudice, even a self-proclaimed fair and just person like her who launched the "SPEW" organization that made Ron Harry frown frequently, actually has an endless stream of prejudice and invisible colored glasses in her heart.

She sat on the edge of the sofa and kept changing the towel on Tom's forehead until Mrs. Carl came over worriedly: "Hermione, have you seen Lubai? It's the tallest boy here. The children said he also went out today Yes, but haven't come back yet. You know, Tom and he often have some little conflicts, so I think it's not..."

"Ma'am, I hope you didn't mean what I thought." Hermione frowned.

"Oh, I don't mean to blame, Hermione, at least you can tell me where you met Tom?"

"On the beach not far from the orphanage, I found Tom on a very high rock."

"That's where Tom likes to go." Mrs. Carl nodded understandingly. She fumbled in her pockets for a while, and handed Hermione a small bunch of keys, "I'm really sorry, I think I'm going to trouble you. Here to look after Tom? I think I'll go out and look for Rubai, it's raining so hard, and he hasn't come back yet."

Hermione looked worriedly at the lightning and thundering sky outside the window. Although she didn't have a good impression of the boy named Rubai, it was not safe to stay outside in such weather.She changed the towel on Tom's forehead, took the key, and nodded: "Okay, ma'am."

"The children have already eaten. There is still some sweet soup I left for Tom in the kitchen. If you want, you can have a little. I will arrange the children to go to bed. You just need to help look after it. Thank you .”

"It's okay, it's very windy outside, you pay attention to safety."

Mrs. Karl forced an uncertain smile and walked towards the door.

The children all returned to their rooms, the hall was empty, the high stools surrounded the long dining table quietly, the red cane leaned against the door frame, the flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the wall, occasionally crackling , The clock is ticking, like a sentinel who is never late.Despite the thunder and lightning outside the window, there was a dead silence in the hall.Tom's breathing was light and heavy, his chest heaved violently, the corners of his eyes were blue, his body shook at intervals, and he curled up tightly.Hermione couldn't risk giving him a potion of her own, and he couldn't drink anything right now.Looking at a vulnerable Tom she had never seen before, she felt a little bitter.Subconsciously Tom is not going to die, of course he is not going to die, although he may suffer some diseases and injuries, but he is not going to die, died in a corner of London that no one knows about in [-] , this is not the Dark Lord's style.Hermione kept comforting herself, she would not admit it, the panic in her heart at this moment was comparable to the panic when Harry fell unconscious during the Quidditch match.

The time slowed down almost tormentingly, and Hermione couldn't tell how many times this was the first time to change the towel on Tom's forehead. Fortunately, his body was no longer shaking so badly, but his eyes were closed even tighter, as if he was trying to escape wearing something.Hermione tried to awaken Tom's consciousness, but he was curled up tightly, with some unstable magic lingering around him, and it didn't seem to be helping to heal him at this time, but rather torturing him.Hermione sighed, silently chanted a spell to calm emotions, the yellow light surrounded him, his own magic resisted for a while, and finally returned to calm.At nine years old Tom already possessed such great power that it took her a lot of effort to make the spell work.Even when he was unconscious, he was still very alert, and the magic power on his body was full of resistance and defense.This also made Hermione feel relieved that the situation would get better, and the endless magic power on his body was the embodiment of his vigorous vitality.

When I looked at the wall clock on the wall again, it was already one o'clock at night, and the wind and rain outside the window gradually weakened. Needless to imagine, the street has become a river.Hermione looked at Tom, who was getting better, and began to worry about Mrs. Carl's safety.

To be honest, she also suspects that Rubai's disappearance may have something to do with Tom, she remembers the first time she saw Tom in the alley, the emptiness and hatred in his eyes, it was faint, but it is present in a child who is only eight years old , is impressive enough.Not long ago, she promised herself that she would try her best not to look at Tom's actions with inherent impressions, but the reality is that it is difficult for people to frankly pat their chests and guarantee that all of this has nothing to do with it. Maybe when Tom wakes up, ask sincerely Ask him and he will explain it all.It better not be a lame lie, Hermione didn't want to slap her own "kindness" twice.

There was a knock at the door, and Hermione got up curiously, determined to give the would-be thug a nice shoulder throw, if he was one.

"Oh, ma'am!"

In front of her was the drenched Mrs. Karl and her pale child Rubaix in her arms. His forehead was stained with dark red blood, the back of his hand was scratched, and his bare feet were exposed, black and blue from the cold.Hermione hurriedly took Lubai from Mrs. Carl's arms, and put him on another sofa with difficulty. Merlin, he was much heavier than Tom!She ran to Tom, picked up the towel she had wiped her head with—it had been dried by the fire in the fireplace, and handed it to Mrs. Carl: "I'll get you some hot water, thank God, you're all back. "

Hermione skipped the sweet soup Mrs. Carl mentioned earlier, not wanting to think about how clear it was, picked up a small bowl, and poured some hot water that Mrs. Carl had prepared for her earlier.

"Thank you, Hermione." After changing her soaked robe, Mrs. Carl was finally able to speak.

"He doesn't have a fever, it looks like he just passed out." Hermione thanked Merlin again for not having to take care of three patients at the same time, it would be fatal, she thought bitterly, fortunately the child is in good health.

"Roubai must have been frightened. I found him in a crevice of a rock by the sea."

"How was he?"

"Painted out, it looks like I fell off the reef." Noticing Hermione's questioning gaze, Mrs. Carl added, "It's not the reef where Tom usually stays, they are far away. Let's not talk about that, Tom how's it going?"

"He's better now, the temperature has gradually receded, and his body is no longer shaking. He should survive."

"God, oh thank god, I've been blaming myself all the way, if something happened to him, will God blame me. Caused him to die in agony because of my stinginess, didn't call the doctor in time, oh, How am I supposed to face other children, an indifferent bystander, an executioner?" Mrs Carr's emotions rose, and she looked terribly regretful.

"It's okay, God has heard your cry, Tom is fine, and Rubai is fine, tomorrow, both will be fine."

Tomorrow, everything will be fine.Hermione dared to say that she was like Scarlett at this time, sitting on the spiral steps, giving herself some reasons to look forward to, except for the three sleeping patients around her, Hermione felt that her situation was better than Scarlett's.

At least Merlin thought so.