HP's Impassable Time

"He just sent me here at noon." Phil remembered something, and began to rummage in the small bag. "So I don't know if he will pick me up at night, you know... oh! I found it!"

Draco watched as Phil struggled to take out a silver box from his bag, with a label on it that read - TO: Draco 06.05

Draco recognized Lily's note at a glance, and took it with some surprise, "What?"

"I didn't realize this until I finished eating the chocolate. I saw that the date on it had passed for a while, and I thought Lily might have forgotten to give it to you." Phil pointed to the date on the label, "So I think it's better to give it to you." It's better, when Lily comes back, you can just tell her directly, she will remember."

When Draco unwrapped the carefully tied ribbon (Lily tied it herself, it was a little tight), his fingers were a little red, and he opened the box carefully, and inside was a small nest made of thin colored paper shape, a small bottle of golden liquid lay quietly in the nest.

It was before the exam, and earlier in the day when the two dated, Lily said that she would give herself a gift of potions, but she didn't expect it to be Felicia!

Phil saw that Draco's mouth was grinning to the back of his head, completely different from the state of A Piao just now, looking strangely at the small bottle filled with pale golden liquid, completely confused about what he was laughing at.

At this moment, Voldemort just came out of the restaurant, and saw the heads of two people put together, not knowing what they were doing, and opened his mouth in displeasure.

"Draco, I think you need to go home now! That matter can be discussed with Narcissa and Bella, after all, Bella also needs to pay for the crime."

Draco withdrew his smile, raised his exquisite chin slightly, nodded, and then left without saying a word. Before leaving, he nodded to Phil and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear: "I I have to go back to deal with some things, I will owl me if I have something to do, and I will call Xiaojin to come over to you tomorrow morning."

Phil nodded eagerly to show that he knew, but he still hadn't figured out who Xiao Jin was?I also felt that Draco, who was still a child just now, suddenly became mature and reliable, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

#Draco! !Do you think I'm dead! ! #

Several large crosses popped out of Voldemort's head.

Seeing that Phil was still looking at Draco's back, he strayed to block her sight in displeasure, and said softly, "Tell me about your leaving the orphanage!"

Phil looked up at Voldemort, who was thin like a skeleton, and nodded: "That's a very short story. On the contrary, little brother, what have you experienced?"

Voldemort touched his face subconsciously, "That's not a very long story."

At this point, the two who hadn't seen each other for a long time really sat down and had a long talk.

When Phil was brought to his room by Voldemort, Voldemort's room was very large. He pulled Phil to sit on the dark green sofa on one side. The sofa was made of leather. As soon as they sat down, the two of them sank into it. A lot of folds are stretched out.

Phil moved uncomfortably.

"what happened?"

Voldemort gently touched the top of Phil's head, seeing that she was a little awkward, and asked.

"This sofa is terrible!" Phil glanced around the whole room, stopped on the big bed, with an expression of emotion on his face, and then looked at Voldemort.

When Voldemort saw Phil's eyes, he remembered the two of them squeezed together on a small bed when they were children, covering the quilt and whispering.

Phil took Voldemort's hand and jumped onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and asked Voldemort to sit cross-legged across from him.

"It's much better this time. Sitting on that chair is extremely uncomfortable." Phil said disgustedly, and then looked at Voldemort, "Brother, do you think it feels like when you were a child now? I had nightmares and crawled into your bed in the middle of the night. Only by waking you up can I be safe, at that time you always hugged me helplessly and comforted me in a low voice."

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly. As he talked, Phil remembered the day when Voldemort left, "Why do you have to go with that old man? But think about it, if you don't go with the old man, maybe both of us might be killed." They took it away, why not you go away?"

Because it was already evening, the curtains were only half drawn, and the dim yellow sunset diffused in the room through the window. The bed curtain above the four-poster bed was lowered, separating the bed into a separate space, and the light inside was even darker.

Voldemort listened to Phil's nagging, "Abducted for what? Aren't you adopted? I went to look for it, but there was no news of you in Poole. They said you were dead."

"Pool? What's that place? I haven't been."

Phil grabbed the soft quilt and continued: "I was adopted and went to a base. After a few group fights, I was locked up. Then I woke up, oh! By the way, you remember Is there something wrong with me? Well! You probably don’t know, anyway, I just woke up recently and entered Hogwarts inexplicably.”

Phil's story was horribly short, but Voldemort got the gist of it.

"Fighting? Locked up?"

"What kind of fight can make you imprisoned for 50 years? What kind of imprisonment can make you change your appearance and age...and even your soul? Phil." Voldemort reached out and raised Phil's smirking face slightly, looking at her Say "Your ability to make up stories is still fake."

"But it's true!" Phil looked into Voldemort's eyes. In the darkness, those red eyes seemed to be shining with some kind of light, and then she turned her face slightly, "At least part of it is true! Not a story."

"I told you, Phil, you never have to lie to me."

Voldemort didn't straighten her head again, but moved her buttocks, and Riffel, who was sitting, went one step further, with a sentimental and gentle voice, which was in stark contrast to his face, "I won't let anyone hurt you , including me."

"Of course, you can't do it yourself."

"But you can't stay with me forever!" Phil thought of what happened to him in the orphanage after Tom left, as well as the experiments he did in the underground base, the heart-wrenching pain when that element penetrated into the bone marrow, everything.

"But you can't accompany me anytime, anywhere, no one can..."

Voldemort put his hand on top of Phil's head, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly: "But I'm right in front of you now, right! You can tell me."

"all."

"That's all, believe it or not, first tell me how you became like this? Is there no way to change back?"

"Do you think it's a clay figurine? If you don't like it, just squeeze it again." Voldemort's hand resting on Phil's head moved, ruffling Phil's hair.

"It's good to be like this, for a while I existed in this world in the form of a lonely soul," he added more force, "it's good to be able to see you again, this time I'm already very content. "

Voldemort would have scoffed at someone telling him that he would one day be content, but now he felt extraordinarily peaceful and content.

Phil's small figure occupied his eyes and hearts, and he didn't even have much time to deal with the Death Eaters, nor was he in the mood to listen to reports about the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix.

I don't want to worry about Horcruxes either.

Hearing the word contentment from Voldemort's mouth couldn't surprise Phil who didn't know what he had been doing all these years.

"Lonely soul? What happened to you?"

Phil was a little strange.

"It's just a small accident at work, and it's all right now." Indeed, his job is to conquer the entire magic world, but he was accidentally swayed by a person named Lily, which was considered unexpected. Now, indeed, it was all right, and he would soon be in charge of the Ministry of Magic, in charge of the wizarding world, and clean up those dirty Muggles.

"Just one more bug."

Yes, the damned savior Harry Potter is still alive, like a green bean fly that is about to fall on a delicious dish, which makes him sick, but because he was treated by Dumbledore His protection is too strict, and he always misses the opportunity.

No matter whether Draco succeeds or not this time, he will tear a hole in Hogwarts, and with a gap, he can slowly penetrate in, and finally get rid of that unsightly Potter!

"I went to check my life experience, have you checked it!" When Phil was still active in the orphanage, he told Voldemort about her life experience. Check his own life experience, and Phil has some understanding of his original identity because of his childhood memories.

Her biological mother is a German with blond hair and golden eyes. Her surname is Grindelwald. The exact name is unclear. The surname of her father's side is obviously that Lily has already prepared for them, so...

"I went to the place where my father's house should be!" When Voldemort signaled himself to continue talking, Phil took out a piece of chocolate from his bag, tore open the package, broke it into two pieces, and handed the bigger piece to Voldemort.

"You can't imagine how broken it was, so I searched the whole house. It was like a robber had come into the slums. I couldn't find anything but this. I thought I must be the last of them."

Phil stretched out the gemstone ring on his left middle finger, and shook it in front of Voldemort, "This chocolate is not bad as a snack, you can try it."

Seeing Voldemort holding the chocolate without moving, Phil threw the chocolate into his mouth and said.

"I think I know how bad it is in there, and I'm afraid you will be disappointed. It's not just you, but me, about this ring..."

Voldemort pointed to the ring and said, "... I have a locket if you like."

"a set of."

"No need, the amount of information is a bit large, let me think about it first..."

Phil didn't open another bag of chocolate until he had eaten all the chocolate in his hand. This time, he still broke it in half and handed the half to Voldemort before opening his mouth slowly.

"You mean...but isn't your surname Riddle?" Phil still couldn't turn his head around, "Is it your mother?"

Voldemort, who was holding two and a half pieces of chocolate in his hand, looked a little stiff, and he still couldn't let go.

"Ok!"

He hummed muffledly.

"Okay! It's not up to you to decide, don't worry about it." Phil could still feel the change in his brother's mood.

I reached out to imitate Voldemort's way and patted the top of his bare head. Later, I felt that the hand didn't feel very good, so I arched it into Voldemort's arms, sipping chocolate, "When have you been there?" and began to change the subject .

Although it was a bit blunt, Voldemort didn't care too much, "When I just graduated."

"Then did you see anyone, such as..."

"No, they were all captured in Azkaban at that time. After so many years, they must have been dead!"

Voldemort told a little lie, and Phil nodded after hearing it, as if he believed his thoughts. After all, the house looked dilapidated, and it really didn't look like it had been lived in in a short time.

Voldemort suddenly remembered that he had checked about Phil later. Phil had been sensitive and repressed since she was a child, and it became even worse after arriving in a place like an orphanage. She has been working hard to suppress her own magic.

But their power is not easy to be suppressed, these powers will in turn control the child itself, and mutate into a black mist-like energy group, full of aggressiveness and destructiveness, this energy group is silent, and is controlled by silent The child of the child is called the Obscure.

Usually they don't live to be ten years old. These are all the information he collected later, so he really believes that Phil is dead.

He ran his other hand through Phil's hair, only part of Phil's obscurity at the orphanage was apparent.

It seems that I need to check, "Where did you go after that? You haven't said yet!"

Phil looked up at him, opened his mouth and said a place name: "Germany." After a moment of silence, "I lived in Germany before I went to the orphanage."

Germany?The rise of Voldemort coincided with the beginning of the decline of Grindelwald's reputation in Germany. Because he was in two regions, Voldemort had not yet spread his influence abroad. By the time he became famous in the European magic circle, Grindelwald had already been shot to death. on the beach.Besides, Germany has never been his focus. Occasionally, news about Gellert Grindelwald has been suppressed by news from other opposition forces in the UK.

Voldemort began to regret why he didn't pay more attention to Germany, but this regret did not last long.

"However, I have been staying in the base since then, so I don't know exactly where the outside is."

"Base?" Voldemort frowned. What's the name?

"Well! It's deep underground, and there's no chance to see the sky." Phil's voice was a little slow, and he seemed sleepy and confused. "I don't know what the weather is like outside, whether it's winter or summer."

"But apart from not being able to see the sky, the environment there is not bad."

Phil's voice became softer, "There's nothing to do every day, except for some experiments and training, that's just eating, sleeping, and sleeping."

"Paul is nagging like a psychopath every day, and Rudolph, although he doesn't talk much, is always..."

Voldemort didn't hear what Phil said next. He was trying to invade Phil's brain, trying to see what he wanted to see, but he only saw some broken memory pictures, which were strange and strange, and then fell into darkness.

When I looked again, Phil had already fallen asleep in his arms, with half a piece of chocolate left in his hand.

Voldemort carefully laid Phil flat, covered her with the quilt, took the chocolate from her hand, and gently wiped off her fingers stuck to the chocolate.

He sat by the bed and looked at Phil's sleeping face. Phil was sleeping soundly. Voldemort was still digesting what she said before going to bed. He presumably was about to fall asleep, so he didn't have too much defense when he spoke. With the information just now, maybe something can be found!

Immediately after Voldemort left the room, he called the Death Eaters on duty and told them to find out who Paul and Rudolph were, and what was going on with the 'base'.

Just after Voldemort went to rest in another room, a small black figure flashed past the door of Phil's sleeping room. Without attracting anyone's attention, he got into the room and closed the door softly.

"You found it?" Phil, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, was sitting on the bed at this moment, leaning against the soft head of the bed. In the darkness, she clearly looked at Meow Meow who had merged into the darkness, and smiled whatever she wanted. The pervert cast a silencing spell in the room before speaking, but it did not touch the surrounding magic restrictions, nor did it attract Voldemort.

"Phil, your plan..." A hissing sound came from Miaomiao's mouth, it jumped onto the big bed lightly, and approached Phil on graceful catwalks.

"...It's really disgusting!"

It sat down in front of Phil, stretched out a paw and licked it.

Phil showed a crazy look on his face, "Isn't that good? Let him find out by himself, and then pretend to be ignorant in front of me, but he is deeply blaming himself in his heart! I just need to pretend to be innocent, how The perfect plan! Just thinking about his suffering makes me get goosebumps, hahahaha!"

"What's the matter with Lily's memory? Why is it missing so badly?" Miaomiao ignored her perverted idea, instead put down a paw that had been cleaned, and asked.

"I didn't expect this either. There shouldn't be any problems this time. I didn't expect Lily to have this. I have already ground the powder before, and it should be fine to mix it with your blood." Phil took it out of the bag. A small test tube filled with some white powder.

Meow Meow nodded, and stretched out the claw that had just been cleaned. The nail in the middle of it grew rapidly, and soon stopped at a suitable length. Under the moonlight, it looked like a cold surgical machete.

Phil stretched out his hands, palms up, exposing his tender inner elbows.