The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 326 Postscript ([-])

"Fox, I shouldn't wear the normal clothes my mother gave me. I remembered to change into normal clothes when I went out last time, but I forgot this time. You don't know to remind me..." In the darkness A voice full of complaints sounded: "Remind me to buy some clothes and a backpack later."

Accompanied by Fox's long beep, a light spot appeared in front of them. The young man looked at the light spot quietly and hesitated, and after a long while, he said as if talking to himself: "I don't dare to go in, I'm disappointed." Enough already."

Fox didn't tweet this time, but turned his head and stared at the young man with a pair of small eyes without blinking.

Immediately there was a crisp knocking sound.

"Do you know that it hurts to peck people with your beak now? Does it hurt when I poke you like this? Does it hurt? I can't stop pecking! If you peck me again, I will put your nest together with Ah Qing's Let her clean you up!" The young man's roar resounded through the darkness without any hesitation, and with his roar, the knocking sound stopped abruptly, as if Fox had really been captured by the young man's 'Ah Ching'. ' was startled, and became honest.

"It hurts so much, I won't take you out to find Xiao Qi again! Stinky Fox! Get over here! I'll open the door!" The young man rubbed his forehead and muttered, aiming the end of the long stick in his hand at the spot of light poke.

Immediately, a crack decorated with silver and white stars appeared in front of him. Through the crack, one can vaguely see the sunlight outside. The waves formed by the green grass under the breeze are endless. There are several lonely graves.

No matter when, it is not always pleasant to see the tombstone for the first time, but the young man was stunned, and then the indifference + distasteful face on his face gradually changed into joy, and he stepped forward. But his pace became faster and faster, turning into a trot after a while, his steady breathing became heavier and heavier, and he kept murmuring: "I found it! I really found it this time!"

A purple figure rushed out of the crack at high speed, rushed to the familiar open space like a gust of wind, approaching the open space, his footsteps gradually slowed down, one step at a time, he walked to the tombstone, stroking the middle of the tombstone. The black-and-white tombstone said in a low voice, "Teacher, I'm back."

Then he looked aside familiarly, and his voice became softer and softer: "Aunt Mary, I'm back."

Finally, his eyes fell on the small extra tombstone that he had been very concerned about all along, but the name engraved on it made him stunned on the spot.

Because it depicts 'Hermione Jane Granger'.

The same lonely name.

The same is simple black and white.

……

An ordinary old woman stopped cleaning the tableware and looked at the setting sun in the west, wiped her hands on the cloth beside her, reached out to pick up the bamboo basket beside her, and was about to go out.

Before going out, she took out a wooden stick from a long wooden box again, stared at it and hesitated for a long time, gently waved it at the wet tableware, and whispered: "Clean it up."

The room was silent for a long time, but there was no reaction.

She didn't sigh, and there was no disappointment in her eyes, she just wiped the wooden stick carefully and put it back in the box, opened the door, walked out slowly, and walked towards a forest alone.

After so many years of going back and forth, she stepped out of a path on the grassy lawn.

Her face was indifferent, and her bright eyes were like a bay of stagnant water, without any fluctuations, as if this matter was just an extremely ordinary daily life.

Her hair volume was not as thin as that of ordinary old people. She combed her long silver-white hair meticulously and then tied it into a neat bun. The slightly faded dress was also very clean and tidy.

At the beginning, she was still walking briskly, but after walking for a few minutes, her steps became a little staggering. Now, every step she takes can almost be described as 'moving', and every step of her seems to be moving. She exhausted all her strength, and every time she took a step forward, she needed to gasp heavily.

After walking stop and go for nearly 30 minutes, when her destination was about to come into view, she suddenly froze.

A look of astonishment appeared on her face.

Because she heard a voice she only heard once when she was still in school.

The voice is ethereal, transparent, deep and distant, and sadness emerges spontaneously from the bottom of the listener's heart.

That's the song of the Phoenix.

It's Fox's voice that has long since disappeared.

In addition, she also felt a magical power.

It was a magic that she had buried deep in her memory.

A magic that has haunted her for decades.

The old woman's body trembled, and her steps gradually accelerated. She held her breath and crossed the bushes with a light footstep that was completely inconsistent with just now. There was a young man leaning against the smallest tombstone next to the three solitary tombstones in the lawn that suddenly opened up in front of her. He looked at the setting sun in the distance with his eyes fascinated, and beside him, on the tombstone of 'Nicolamel', a fiery red phoenix was squatting on it, softly singing ethereal movements.

"Wei..." The old woman's eyes that were as still as still water suddenly brightened. She stretched out her hand and was about to wave and shout at the young man, but she stopped suddenly, and then slowly hid her hand tightly behind her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath under her faded wide-sleeved robe.

When she opened it, her eyes became impassive again, as if the excitement just now was not hers.

Because she saw it.

With a glance, he saw his withered palm.

With another glance, I saw the still young face of the young man.

She stopped the urge to shout, and was about to turn around and leave, but the voice she subconsciously uttered just now made the young man and Phoenix's eyes fall here.

So she hesitated a little, and in the end she used the slow steps that an old man should have, and slowly moved and moved forward with the bamboo basket on her shoulders, crossing the jungle.

Finally, confront him.

"You're here," the old woman said before watching the young man get up and look over, "Miss Granger has been waiting for you all her life. In the end, she embarked on a new adventure alone."

"..." The young man looked at the old woman, opened his mouth after listening to her words but did not say a word.

"She said that a blond-haired stranger would definitely come to look for her, so she entrusted me to wait for you here. Now, my mission is over." The old woman lowered her eyes and said slowly in a hoarse voice.

"..." The young man's face became weird instantly, he hesitated for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the spot and listened quietly to the old woman's words.

"Then, it's time for me to go back." The old woman said hoarsely, and didn't wait for the young man's reply for a long time without looking up, and quickly added: "You should go back too."

"Where are you going?" The young man responded in a playful tone.

"Go back to your world, as it was decades ago." The old woman turned around, and walked slowly towards the woods while hobbling, but just after a few steps, the young man behind her had regained her calm A voice sounded very close to her: "What did she tell you?"

Hearing this, the old woman's footsteps stopped instantly, and her hands under the loose robe began to tremble, but it was only for a moment, and then she said in that hoarse voice without any emotional ups and downs: "Miss Granger Church She taught me a lot, although she doesn't admit it, but to me, she is my teacher..."

"Oh, did she tell you that I am a dark wizard?" The young man's voice got closer and closer, and the old woman could even hear his strong heartbeat echoing in her ears.

"...Yes." The old woman clenched the bamboo basket tightly in her sleeves, resisting the urge to turn around and said slowly in a calm tone: "The entire magic world knows..."

"Then you know that my hair will turn white after using Long Po Zhan, which is exactly the same color as your current hair..." The young man said as he reached out and pressed the top of the old woman's head, gently rubbing her snow-like silver hair. White hair: "I can hardly feel the magic on you, you can't use any magic now, can you?"

"Yes, but I'm different from you...different from the legendary you, I'm just a ruthless trace left by the years..." The old woman's body trembled the moment it was touched by the young man, and then her figure seemed to grow even stronger. Shrunken, her height seemed to be getting shorter at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she slipped out of the young man's fingers calmly.

"When have you ever seen an old man your age have such volume? Such clear eyes? Even Professor Dumbledore's hair is thinning, although it is most likely because his beard is relatively thick, which makes it difficult for people to distinguish clearly ...Well, it's also possible that he always wears a wizard hat, but when I bombarded him with Dragon Slash, his hat didn't come off. He must have cast an 'Eternal Sticking Curse' on the top of his head, just like the Sirius is like the portrait of the old lady in his family, glued the wizard hat to his head..." The young man ignored the old woman's dodging and said to himself, while reaching into his large purple wizard robe Fumbling, there was a rustling sound behind the old woman: "When you realize that your 'aging' is different from other people's 'aging', you should realize it. You are so smart, why are you so slow now... ..."

The old woman didn't reply, she just quickened her pace and 'run' towards the way she came from.

"Whether it's Professor Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall, their magic power will not fade with the passage of time. Magicians get stronger with age. Have you really not considered this issue?" The young man asked Perseveringly, he chased after him, but the words in his mouth did not stop: "Stop it! Hermione! Jane! Granger!"

"I'm not her!" The old woman stopped in an instant and shouted loudly, "She's dead! Go back quickly! Please! Please! Go back..."

She resisted the teardrops to prevent them from falling, and just ran as fast as she could instinctively, but suddenly, the figure of the young man had already circled in front of her, and she swung her palm quickly, and a piece of something with a kiwi fruit fragrance was blown away. He stuffed it into her mouth, and in an instant she felt her mouth was filled with something extremely bitter. When she wanted to reach out to vomit the thing in her mouth, she was surprised to find that there was something in her mouth. Already empty.

In the next second, this unforgettable bitter taste rushed straight into her mind, her brain seemed to have forgotten everything, it was empty, and only the disgusting 'bitter' reverberated.

Then, she fainted gorgeously.

……

The moon and stars are sparse, and insects sing and owls cry.

It was late at night when the 'old woman' woke up again.

She was covered with a large purple wizard robe, and a bonfire was burning beside her, and on the other side of the bonfire, a figure was sitting there talking in a low voice with the phoenix on his shoulder.

She stared at the blond hair hanging down her shoulders in a daze, and then stared at the warm and familiar face, subconsciously propping up her upper body with her arms, wrapped in a purple wizard robe, in a strange posture half lying on the ground She approached quickly, and stopped at an arm's distance from him. She tried her best to raise her body and stretched out her arms, as if hoping to touch him at a close distance, but suddenly, she froze, and she looked at herself blankly. The smooth arm and the white arm were stunned. After a while, he gave a wry smile, retracted the outstretched arm and muttered to himself: "So it was a dream again..."

"Yo, you're awake." Sensing the movement of the people beside him, the young man turned his head, put his hand on her fluffy and messy head with a chuckle and rubbed it: "Your hair quality, even the bitter fruit can't save it!" ..."

"Bitter fruit? What is it?" the 'old woman' repeated unconsciously, staring at the young man's face and whispering softly: "You have appeared more and more frequently recently..."

"Well, it was planted by my mother after she brought it back from another world as a 'trophy'. It's not called that in the local area. Anyway, my mother usually calls it 'bitter fruit' for the fruit it bears, because it is really bitter. ...I think my mother should be mainly blamed for this, there must be something wrong with her planting method, after all, its original nourishment should be a whole planet instead of a pile of monster corpses and some scraps produced by creatures like Fox and others..." The young man shrugged and took out a fruit that had obviously been bitten by someone. It was about the size of an apple. In one corner, its original strong fruity aroma is gradually turning into a disgusting stench, and its color is gradually changing from golden to dark purple like blood.

But neither the young man nor Fox on his shoulder looked at this miraculous scene, and even the young man expressed his disgust in a helpless tone: "It can only replenish magic power now, although all kinds of magic power It can be replenished, but its recovery effect is really not very good... Well, this is for us, just a small sip of your magic power is enough. And although there are about half of the remaining It has the effect, but no one would eat this kind of thing, after all, it is even more unpalatable now... Uh, why are you staring at me? Do you want to try it again?"

The 'old woman' blinked a few times, her eyes were full of confusion, but she quickly shook her head, closed her eyes, rubbed against the young man, and hung half of her body on the young man's body , squeezed his head into the young man's arms, hugged his waist and abdomen tightly with both hands, firmly grasped his ivory white shirt and refused to let go, and prayed softly: "This time, no matter how bizarre it is, , I won't even get to the bottom of it, please don't let me wake up so quickly..."

"Why are you sleeping! You thought you were dreaming!" The young man ruthlessly broke the wish of the 'old woman', reached out to brush away the broken hair on her face, then pinched her nose and shook it gently a few times : "Your lifespan has not been extended! But there is not so much time for you to be here in a daze!"

"Huh? Huh? Huh?" The 'Old Woman' suddenly opened her eyes because of the suffocation of her nose being pinched. She looked at the hand pinching her nose in shock, and quickly reached out and pinched it, feeling the suffocation in the palm. The temperature of the fingers and the strength of the young man's reverse grip immediately sat up, stretched out his hands again and put them in front of his eyes, staring blankly at them.

Immediately, he pinched it hard.

Fair, moist, soft, and full of elasticity, just like myself decades ago.

If it wasn't for the pain in her arm and the old cuff, she almost thought that she had unknowingly used those damaged 'Time-Turners' and returned to the past.

"Back then, I should have made up my mind to allow you to communicate with Shabranigud. Although it is a bit silly and boring to stand still like that, at least it can keep your magic power here in a certain way. The lowest state of balance allows you to use the magic here... Hey, you're back to your senses! You're back to your senses!" The young man reached out and shook his hand in front of the "old woman" who had become a "girl" to attract her attention. It's a pity that she seemed to be shocked by something, and she sat there motionless in a daze.

"Well, forget it, there's still some time anyway..." The young man stopped shouting, and lay down on the small tombstone of 'Hermione Jane Granger' again, looking at the little stars in the sky and fell silent .

As soon as my thoughts drifted away with the sound of crackling branches, I was bumped back by a body full of soap smell.

He looked down at the 'girl' who was crouching in his arms and rubbing her head against his chest while greedily sniffing his scent. He was obviously at a loss. His arm was frozen in the air and he didn't know where to put it. After a long while He said with a little hesitation: "I haven't showered for a long time..."

Very obviously, the 'girl' in his arms froze for a moment.

Then she raised her neck, stared at the young man with eyes full of resentment, and after a long while, said tentatively: "How old are you now?"

"20?" Weiss turned his head and looked at Fox who fell on the tombstone and said, but his voice was full of doubts, as if he was waiting for Fox's confirmation.

The 'girl' jumped up from the young man's body when she heard the words, quickly stepped aside and stared at him with a frown, closed her eyes after a long while and let out a long sigh of relief, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "In your After leaving, I have gone through dozens of winters and summers... That fruit didn't restore my vitality..."

"Huh? You heard it clearly just now, yes, only magic power..." The young man sat up straight and looked calmly at the 'girl' with his eyes closed.

"So, I will leave before you..." The 'girl' squatted down on the spot, her body trembling slightly: "Watching someone close to you leave is not such a good experience..."

"I have experienced it." The young man said calmly, patting the tombstone beside him.

"Then why do you still come here?" The 'girl' still lowered her head, her voice muffled: "Let me alone...alone...start a new adventure...isn't it enough?"

"Well, isn't this what you want? Don't look at me as a 'dark wizard', I can still do it by 'keeping my word'." The young man looked calm, spread his hands and said indifferently: "It is you who want me to be in your dying Come and see you again."

The 'girl' was stunned for a long time, her shoulders gradually stopped shaking, she raised her head, looked at the young man's indifferent expression and nodded: "...Yes, this is my wish back then."

After she finished speaking, she laughed softly, stood up and walked back to the side of the young man, just like decades ago, gently took his arm, raised her head and smiled at him, with a gentle tone: "It's still reassuring to hold you... I must have let you down..."

"Well, I'm very disappointed." The young man looked down at her brown eyes and said solemnly: "However, I also expected you to do this."

"I'm so sorry..." The 'girl' leaned her head on the young man's arm, leading him to move forward slowly: "As an apology, let me make you a delicious meal..."

"You?" The young man's tone was full of disbelief.

"My craftsmanship is much better than it was back then, do you believe me?" the 'girl' raised her head slightly and showed him a confident smile.

"I have always believed in it." The young man smiled resolutely.

"Really? Thank you for your trust..." The 'girl' chuckled, leaned her head on his arm again, and asked in a casual tone: "During your travels, did you encounter any beautiful women?" girl?"

"Yes." The young man nodded, then scratched his head and said, "I've been looking for you for hundreds of years, I haven't seen them for a long time, and I don't know how things are going..."

"Hundreds of years?" The 'girl' raised her head in astonishment, frowned and asked in doubt: "Didn't you say you are only 20 years old?"

"The last thing I had was my 20th birthday." The young man shrugged in response.

"...In other words, you may be older than me?" The 'girl' tilted her head and frowned, trying to figure out the logic of the youth.

"You can say that." The young man scratched his head, thought for a while... gave up thinking, and nodded directly.

"...Hundreds of years? Is the distance between us so far?" The 'girl' opened her mouth and wanted to scold the young man for letting her relationship go to waste, but she didn't say it, and instead asked a question that she was very concerned about.

"No, it's just that I met many you on the way to find you." The young man thought for a while and replied: "Some of them are dead, some are old, some have no magic power, some are dentists, some are lawyers, and some are actors. , some are still in college, some have just entered Hogwarts, and some are still little girls, it is not easy to find you among so many you."

"A lot of me?" 'Girl' pulled the corner of her mouth dryly and choked out such a sentence: "Really?"

"Well, really, but most of them are married to Ron or Harry...well, some are married to Malfoy..." The young man tilted his head and thought for a while, then looked down at the 'girl' and blinked. He rolled his eyes a few times and asked, "Are you married?"

"No!" The 'girl' responded quickly, then she stood still, stood in front of the young man, looked into his eyes solemnly, and reiterated again in a very serious tone: "I No."

"Oh, in fact, those Hermiones lived quite happily..." The young man just responded casually, then turned his head and said to Fox, who had been flying beside them, "It's just that the dozens who died were a bit miserable. Every one of them died in such a horrible way, I almost didn't recognize it, right Fox... Oh, thank you for remembering to bring my staff, you have a good memory."

"Can you stop talking about the death of the other me in front of the person involved?" The 'girl' watched the young man take the golden staff from Fox's claws, then pulled his arm vigorously, and lightly thumped his arm. Focus back on yourself.

"That's not you." The young man tapped her head with a long stick and said softly, "You're still alive."

"Yeah, I'm still alive..." The 'girl' lost her temper in an instant, and the movement of holding the young man's arm became more and more forceful.

"Then, does what you're after make you happy?" the young man asked in a casual tone after watching the fire phoenix land on his shoulder safely.

"I... have a very fulfilling life." The 'girl' opened her mouth, and responded in a firm tone after a while, then secretly glanced at the young man, and added with a chuckle: "But whenever I am alone, I always feel like something is missing..."

"So you should have left with me at that time..." The young man tapped the 'girl' on the head with a long staff in a funny way, and said in a teasing tone, "Do you regret it?"

"I really want to respond to you simply and neatly with 'no', but sometimes I really have the emotion of 'regret', and I keep asking myself: 'Is it worth it?'..."'The girl' responded in a low voice, and then Stretching out the other hand that wasn't holding him, he raised his little finger and gestured: "Don't be proud, it's just a little bit."

"Well, that's enough." The young man patted the 'girl''s outstretched fingers and said in a casual tone: "Much more than I imagined..."

"What do you think I'll answer you?" the 'girl' asked a little suspiciously.

"I, Hermione Jane Granger, never give up." The young man imitated her voice and responded.

"..." The 'girl' walked a little messy after hearing the words, looked up at the young man with a complex expression, then lowered her head, and after a long silence, she slowly said: "Yes, when I was young ..."

"Here we are, the teacher's small house seems to be tidy by you..." The young man suddenly interrupted the 'girl' at this time, his eyes were on the very familiar small house, his tone It is full of nostalgia: "Even now, I still feel that such a small house is very warm!"

"Really? It will be very warm..." the 'girl' stared at the young man and repeated, then smiled and said cheerfully: "Come on, you go take a bath, I will take this time to cook you something delicious !"

"Well, I've been looking forward to it." The young man smiled gently as he watched the 'girl' happily dragging him forward, his eyes lingering on her gradually graying brown hair, but he didn't say anything, just letting her The joy spread throughout the hut.

...the next day...

In the early morning, it seemed that it had rained in the forest last night, and the moist air exuded the freshness of the earth.

The newly rising sun was reflected by the dewdrops in the forest, and a figure in a more formal suit appeared on the side of the forest with the sound of Apparition. The former sun has fully risen in the sky.

"Aunt Granger, are you feeling better today? We are all worried about you, and my father asked me to persuade you to go back to live, so that you can take care of me." A man with slightly messy black hair knocked on the room of the hut. door, but there was no response in the room for a long time, which made his sixth sense subconsciously realize that something was wrong.

"Aunt Granger, I'm coming in." The man pulled out his wand from his suit, touched the lock lightly, and the door creaked open with the incantation of 'Alahoo Hole Open'.

The room is spotless, and all kinds of things are placed neatly and neatly. It seems that the owner is a very clean and tidy person.

"Aunt Granger?" The man shouted into the house, and waited at the door for a long time. He still didn't get a response, and he walked down the stairs to the room on the second floor.

Pushing open a half-open door, he saw the 'Aunt Granger' he had been calling: she was lying on the bed and sleeping.

The corner of her mouth curved gently, presumably because she dreamed of something worth being happy...

"Don't scare me, Aunt Granger." The man stood at the door with a long sigh of relief, and walked in with a smile, but even though his footsteps were so obvious, the old woman lying on the bed still didn't respond.

He was stunned for a while, then quickly rushed over and grabbed the old woman's palm.

Cold and stiff.

No sound.

……

Half an hour later, the originally spacious cabin was full of people.

"Aunt Granger walked away very peacefully..." The black-haired man stood next to a white-haired old man wearing glasses and whispered: "Father, why don't you go up and take a look?"

"No..." The old man shook his head slightly and looked out the window: "I'll go to her cemetery first... After all, that's where she wants to be buried..."

"I'll accompany you." The man quickly supported the old man.

"No need, James, I will leave this place to you. Take good care of your mother. Their relationship has always been very good... I will walk alone. When your Uncle Ronald comes, tell him where I am..." The old man Shaking his head slightly, he reached out and took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose to wipe them. With a small movement, he parted his bangs, revealing a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.He got rid of the man's support, walked out of the hut slowly, found a direction and walked alone.

When he walked slowly across the bushes and was about to reach his destination, he suddenly felt a little dazed, because in his old, dim eyes, he seemed to see a person standing in front of the tombstone.

He frowned, and took off his glasses again. This time he took out his wand, touched it lightly, and quickly put it back on. This time he saw clearly that there was indeed someone there.

It was a young man wearing a purple robe and holding a golden staff.

However, his side face looks familiar.

The old man ran quickly in surprise, wanting to confirm whether the man in front of him was the one in his mind.

But that figure didn't give him this chance, he watched that figure beckon to the sky, a fiery red figure flew down on his shoulder, and then, the long stick in his hand lightly stroked the air , A black crack appeared in front of him, and then he stepped in without hesitation, a breeze blew in the air, and there was no one in front of the tombstone.

The old man's footsteps paused slightly, but he still stepped forward, standing where the figure was standing and looking around blankly.

A forest is still a forest.

Lawn, still lawn.

No difference.

Except for the small tombstone on the far side.

Below the name of 'Hermione Jane Granger' on the black marble, there is an extra line of small words:
Death won't get you rid of me - 'Dark Wizard' Wythe.

The old man stared blankly at this line of small characters, and for some reason, he suddenly laughed.

He laughed extraordinarily loudly and unscrupulously.

(End of this chapter)