HP's Impassable Time

After Lucius and Bellatrix took the order, Voldemort continued the unfinished memory.

"Phil~" The little girl Nagini crawled to Voldemort's feet, and gently touched his robe foot with her tail.

"Yeah! Phil, he's dead."

The note in Riddle's hand has been crumpled, and the address on it has long been blurred, but he knows the address without looking at it.

28 Poole Market Street (left).

It's been a day since Riddle got this note, he didn't know what he was thinking, shouldn't he go to her immediately, shouldn't he?

What are you thinking?Maybe, I should ask Phil in person if he agrees, yes!That's it, I'm going to hear from Phil herself that she wants to be with the new family.

Hiring a carriage was not difficult for Riddle, who already had a preliminary understanding of the existence of wizards. Regardless of the accusations made by the coachman along the way, Riddle just wanted to hurry up, to meet her and his little sister.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Riddle couldn't wait to jump out of the car, because he hired a one-way carriage, and he had already paid the bill before. After getting out of the car, he ran towards the red building.

"If you go back, you can still hire me, and I will..."

Riddle didn't pay attention to what the coachman said. He just wanted to know what Phil was doing now. He didn't know if he would be happy to see him, and he wanted to tell her the story of the school, tell her about the four colleges, and very many……

Looking at the unfamiliar door, Riddle stepped forward to ring the doorbell after answering the number.

"Come here, who is it?"

An old voice sounded from behind the door, and Riddle frowned, feeling upset at the thought that this would be Lily's new family.

"Who are you looking for?" A fat old man opened the door a crack, and asked warily when he saw someone he didn't know.

"I'm looking for the Browns. I know their new adopted daughter, Phil, and I want to play with her."

"Oh!" The old man thought about it for a while, and then suddenly realized, he closed the door and opened the safety lock from the inside.

"Come in, boy, you don't know yet!"

Riddle was a little puzzled, what do you know?

The chubby old man brought Riddle to the living room, went to the kitchen to bring two cups of hot cocoa, he pushed one of the cups to Riddle, and sat on the sofa to pick up another cup.

"The girl is back in the arms of the Lord and the Browns sold me the house saying they don't want to stay in this sad place anymore."

"What? What Lord?" Riddle asked blankly, he knew the Lord, God, but.

"The girl didn't seem to be very well mentally. Mr. Brown took her to see a doctor often, but the condition was not very good. Later, he said that she had some brain disease. I heard that it was a very rare disease. She passed away just after winter. The Brown family moved out not long after, and this house has been listed in the intermediary, and I just bought it a while ago."

"If you want to know more details, I think he will help you."

The old man wrote down an address and said, "This is the agency. I think he knows more."

Riddle took the address, took the address in a daze, and left in a hurry without saying goodbye.

The agency is only one street away from here, and it's easy to find, with a big sign.

Riddle found the agent and asked about the house on No. 28. The agent thought the child was annoying and wanted to kick him out, but it was obvious that Riddle was not an ordinary child.

Riddle didn't get any more information from the controlled intermediary, but he could only know how sad the Browns were, how pitiful that girl was, and how miserable her death was...

A somewhat distraught Riddle came out of the intermediary. It was still winter, and it happened that it was snowing. The icy snowflakes hit Riddle's face, but he didn't seem to feel the cold.

Phil is dead?He is so timid and never eats indiscriminately, so how could he get sick?Obviously Phil was the same as herself. Didn't she say that she would wait for her to come back and buy her chocolates? Why did she die?

Riddle clenched his fists with both hands, and his nails were stuck in his hands. The bright red blood fell on the snow drop by drop, and red flowers bloomed.

The people around were in a hurry, and the merchants with goods outside also hurriedly covered the goods with cloth, so as to save the snowflakes from falling on the goods and had to clean them up. He looked like a strange person in this rush of rhythm.

The sky was getting dark, and Riddle was still wandering on the street. He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he didn't want to stop. Whenever he stopped, he would think of Phil's thin, dark and malnourished face. Looking at the sky with both eyes, he fell into the white snow, the temperature of his body and the snowflakes fused together.

No matter how I call her name, she will never answer again.

She clearly said that as long as she called her by her name, she would know, she is a liar.

Voldemort felt a coolness on his face.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the cool tears.

"I didn't expect this body to be able to shed tears." He touched Nagini's head lying on his hand again, "It's really unexpected."

It was cold outside the window, but there was no snow.

******

"Draco? Did you do well in the exam? Why are you so happy recently?" Blaise threw the book in his hand heavily on the bed in a state of desperation.

Today is already the third day, and the exam of one subject a day makes me feel a little bit crispy, really crispy!That crunchy feeling after being burnt!

The test questions from previous years are too different, and my grades have been unstable all the time. I thought that it would be no big problem to surprise the past test questions, but the result...

Blaise threw himself heavily on the soft goose down single bed, not wanting to recall the content of the previous exam and his poor performance.

Draco's smile never left his face, revealing the slightly sharp teeth, like small canine teeth.

"You should take a look at the history of magic tomorrow! I remember that your grades in history of magic are good!"

"Come on! I can't remember any of the names of those goblins and trolls. Now I can't tell who [Bratrinis Lecador] and [Turi Bagdekni] are from the Northland. The leader of the goblins, who is the goblin mage in the south." Blaise lay motionless on the bed, he didn't even want to lift his head, his voice was transmitted to Draco's ears through the thick quilt, and his voice changed a little.

Draco picked up his note from the side, hit Blaise's ass with a corner of the note, and said, "Look at my note, I've marked all the key points."

Blaise bounced off the bed, put his hands on his butt and yelled, "Don't touch my ass." Looking annoyed.

Draco looked at the agitated Blaise in surprise, wondering when Blaise was so sensitive.

Blaise also felt that he had lost his composure after jumping, and buried himself on the bed again.

"No one can understand your notes!" Another muffled voice.

"No, Lily can understand it, and she thinks it is very clear." Draco said unconvinced, with a smile on his face again.

Blaise turned his face sideways under the quilt, his mouth was squeezed and deformed, he said in shock: "What? You said that bean sprouts can understand your bible?"

Listening to his distorted voice, Draco said proudly: "That is, you are not allowed to be called Lily Bean Sprouts in the future."

"Leave aside the matter of bean sprouts, can she really understand your notes? It's a miracle!" Blaise got up from the bed, looking very interested in Draco's words.

Draco showed a frightened expression, but smiled without saying a word.

Blaise slapped him on the shoulder, "What are you laughing at! Don't talk."

Most people probably don't know that Lily's memory ability is getting stronger with time, and even the most difficult to memorize the history of magic, if Lily spends some time on it, her results will definitely be different from what she is now.

"Lily is my girlfriend now, and she will be Mrs. Malfoy in the future, so don't call her Bean Sprouts, you know?"

Draco slapped Blaise back, warning.

It hurt a lot, Blaise coughed, rubbed his aching shoulder, gritted his teeth and said, "You hit him too hard."

"This is a warning." This time Draco gave Blaise a light hammer again, "I think I've done it lightly!"

Draco showed a puzzled expression: "Hey! I said you are not pretending!"

There was laughter in the Slytherin dormitory, and Lily was suffering in Umbridge's office.

"Maureen, I think you should have understood what it means to respect a teacher." Umbridge surrounded Lily who was sitting on a chair in the office.

Her office area has become much larger. Compared with the previous one, it has not only been renovated, but also can accommodate more 'cat dishes'.

Yes, Lily called those plates hanging on the wall 'cat plates', and none of the cats on them were prettier than Meow, and each one was covered in a pink layer, which looked very weird.

Lily looked at Umbridge circling around her in distaste. She really didn't know how she could not get dizzy. Since she entered this pink room, she had circled it no less than a hundred times. It was enough. !

Apparently Umbridge had no intention of stopping, she circled around Lily again, and said, "But obviously you haven't really understood what it means not to cause trouble, you troublemaker."

Lily raised her eyebrows. She always caused troubles for her father but was never called a troublemaker. Who do you think you are?

Lily glanced at the wall tiles on one side, and it took a long time for the wall tiles nailed to the 'cat plate' to move slightly.

Lily raised her forehead. It seems that the wall tiles are a bit slow to respond, but fortunately, there is a response.

"Clap!"

"what!"

A 'cat plate' fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the cat in it hid pitifully on a larger piece of debris.

"What's going on? What's going on?"

Lily smiled, and said calmly: "It seems that Headmaster Umbridge is quite busy today! I'd better come back to confinement at another day!"

Speaking of which, Lily was about to stand up and go.

"Stop!" Umbridge looked a little crazy, and she screamed to stop Lily, "This is wrong, very wrong, something must be wrong."

"You can't just leave so easily, right! I remembered!" Umbridge said suddenly and fiercely, "Every time such inexplicable things happen, you are always around!"

Umbridge approached Lily: "It's you, right? It must be your fault, right?!"

"Say!"

Lily avoided Umbridge's spittle. She didn't expect that Umbridge would be able to associate these things when he also had a sense of enlightenment.

"You can't wrong me. If there is no evidence, it's better not to talk nonsense. Even if you are the headmaster of Hogwarts, you have to be responsible for talking nonsense."

Lily knew that Umbridge would not catch her, so she was not afraid of her.

"But there are other ways, right? For example, you confess yourself." Umbridge put away his ugly face, and pushed the teacup on the table towards Lily, "It's been a long time, you must be thirsty!"

Lily had smelled the smell of Veritaserum for a long time. In fact, Veritaserum was odorless, but the small bottle that Snape treasured was accidentally soiled by herself, and she sprinkled some fragrance into it. The smell of the fragrance is so weak that you can barely smell it, it is a kind of tracking incense. Because Lily made a mistake, she has a deep memory of this fragrance.

Snape had been kept in the dark, or Snape would not have said Lily if he knew about it.

Lily pushed the teacup away a bit, "Don't you know that it is forbidden to induce students to drink potions, sir?"

"Oh! Just to add, it's banned by the Ministry of Magic!"

"But if I don't tell, no one will know." Umbridge took down the photo on the table, and his tone was surprisingly gentle.

"Just like what I have done to you now, no one will know. Even if you tell it, you have to consider whether everyone believes you or me!"

After hearing Umbridge's words, the hairs on the back of Lily's neck stood up, and she instinctively felt Umbridge's hostility towards her.

She pulled out her wand and looked at Umbridge warily.

"The principal is going to become angry? Are you going to do it?"

Perhaps it was because she had never fought with an adult before, and Lily looked ignorant and fearless. It seemed that if Umbridge dared to fight her, she would fight Umbridge.

Umbridge laughed angrily. She didn't expect Lily to dare to do something to her, even though she hadn't done it yet.

Lily was actually used to Snape and Draco.

Snape never cared about Lily, and Lily basically didn't let Snape worry about it, and Snape always helped her when something happened.

As for Draco!Everything Lily said was right, and everything Lily did was good. She conscientiously implemented the principle that everything Lily did was correct, and firmly supported Lili's ideas without wavering.

And the most important thing is that Lily's grades have always been very good, and she often reads Snape's books, so she has a good knowledge of black magic. These direct and indirect reasons add up to Lily's self-confidence, and she dares to show her hands to anyone.

Just when the atmosphere in the office was about to explode, there was a knock on the door.

Umbridge glared at Lily, walked over to open the door, and Lily put away her wand casually.

"Professor Snape? It's so late, what can you do?"

"I think I have a student with you."

Snape's cello-like voice sounded every word at the door, and Lily jumped off the chair all at once.

"Obviously, I'm confining her!"

"Yes, of course you have the right to lock her up, but since it's exam time, and."

Snape's voice drew out.

"It's eleven o'clock and I think my students need a good night's sleep for tomorrow's exam."

"After all, it's about Slytherin's honor, being Head of Slytherin."

Snape squinted at Lily, then addressed Umbridge.

"I don't know, can I bring her back?"

Lily felt that Dad's eyebrow raising at the end was absolutely perfect.

Umbridge's complexion was not very good, but she nodded anyway. She still needs Slytherin's support, and Snape's potion can also play a big role, such as the last Dumbledore's Army riot. leak.

If there was no Veritaserum, I would not be the principal now!

After thinking about it for a while, Umbridge decided to sell Snape's face and asked Snape to take Lily away.

Along the way, Snape was making a fuss, and Lily was twisting anxiously with the strap of the small bag in her hand. She tried to make two conversations just now, but Snape responded with a cold hmm or hum. I got kicked back.

Lily had no idea where she had offended her father again.

"Go back to the dormitory, it's best not to let me see you wandering around in school tomorrow."

Tomorrow's exam is History of Magic, and Lily won't refer to it.

Lily nodded and wanted to say something, but Snape shut the door, outside the office.

After closing the door, Medusa glanced at Lily and closed her eyes, as if there was no one in front of her.

Lily returned to the dormitory speechlessly.

There was no one in the common room. Lily threw herself on the sofa and sat there in a state of disarray, remembering when she had offended Snape.

When Draco, who came out of the potions office just now, entered the dormitory, he saw Lily stretched out on the sofa, her body was incredibly soft, but—— Draco held his forehead.

"Lily, sit still."

Lily was still thinking about Snape, she subconsciously followed Draco's words before looking at the door.

After seeing Draco, he smiled and said, "It's so late, where have you been?"

"Turn around the school, prefect affairs."

Draco's ears were a little hot when he was lying. This was a habit he had when he was a child, and he couldn't change it now. Fortunately, Lily didn't notice.

He went to sit next to Lily, grabbed Lily's left hand, and looked at it.The wound was still the same, Lily's potion didn't seem very effective, and there was still a white scar on the wound, which was ugly.

Lily shrank her hand hard.

"Don't look at it, it's ugly!"