HP Cronos

"What if I say yes?" he asked, laughing. "What would you do, Nora?"

Nora pursed her lips tightly.

Tom stood up, approached her, pressed a kiss on her forehead, and said softly, "Even though I've committed a heinous crime, you still won't leave, will you, Nora."

She had seen him at his best and at his worst.

She knew about his bullying of the children in the orphanage, his vicious curses on Mrs. Cole, his establishment at Hogwarts, and his use of all means to bring the disobedient to their knees.He opened the door to the Chamber of Secrets, and he killed his own father and grandparents.

Black, who looked down on him, had a cauldron explode in Potions class, leaving a scar forever on his face.They talked about it, and no one thought it would be done by Tom Riddle, a model student with good morals and academics.

She had no choice but to throw the question back, even though she didn't want to ask Riddle that much.

"And you, Tom Riddle, would you stop the killing for me?"

She had asked the diary this question, and the results were not satisfactory, but expected.

"I thought you were a sensible witch, Nora."

"It's not that rational yet. You know, women are emotional creatures."

"On my soul," he said, "I will never hurt you."

If it weren't for Kronos, I'd have died many times under your Avada Kedavra, and sooner or later your soul would be in pieces, and the credibility of this oath is basically zero.Nora thought so.But there are other feelings quietly growing.

So what if he's a demon king with blood on his hands?

And Nora wavered shamefully.

All because of damn Paris.

Last night's visit had left Nora listless during the day.And the other shop assistants suddenly became concerned about her private life.

Between breaks, shopwomen huddled in the warehouse to smoke.When these women get together, there is no elegance and dignity, sitting on the cargo box with their thighs exposed, blowing smoke rings skillfully, flicking the ash out of the broken window, and full of jokes.They would contemptuously sneer at one man and giggle at another.

At this time, Nora, who is a minor in terms of biological age, whether from the perspective of a wizard or a Muggle, can only be silent.In fact, when it comes to the actual age, she has turned 17 for two weeks.

"Nora, was that man your boyfriend that day?" asked the woman sitting in the center.

"Who are you talking about?" Nora pretended to be stupid.

"Oh, please, don't hide it," another woman said. "Tell me, how is he? Is it a show, or is it both?"

Everyone laughed tacitly.

"Uh...it's hard to say." Nora answered with difficulty.

"Don't tease her." Finally a good man came out to smooth things over, "She still looks like a child. Maybe she's not yet grown up."

"I'm really curious if that man is really her boyfriend." A woman said, she knocked out the cigarette butt on the wall and shook her long silver hair—it was the witch with mixed Veela blood, " I've seen him in the 'pool of blood'. He looks like a character, with Frilee Jacobs, Vincent Meunier and Lance Russell - I just recognize These few, there should be some other people, and those people seem to be headed by him."

"It's really a character." Someone said, "Jacob, Meunier, Russell... are all guys with eyes above their heads."

"You just said Lance Russell? That famous family of dark wizards? I heard that his brother was cursed a few days ago, and his body was thrown on the street. It took the Ministry of Magic a lot of work to settle it." This matter. Lance has become the heir of the family, and it is very hot now."

"Who cares! It's a useless embroidered pillow anyway."

Another burst of laughter broke out.

Nora silently exited the warehouse.

Tom Riddle has been very busy lately.

Elaine Hussey is a useless witch.Under his instructions, she rummaged through the books at Hussey Manor, tried all conceivable methods, but so far she has not found a way to find out the secret of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup.

In order to show his sincerity, Lance Russell hurriedly presented the honor that his family is proud of.

There are labyrinth-like tunnels in the underground of Roselle Manor. The dark tunnels are illuminated by the light of the magic wand. Horrible faces are nailed on the walls of the tunnels, staring at every visitor.

There is a fascinating smell in the air here - the smell of power.

At the end of the corridor was an iron gate, and Lance Russell bowed: "Please come in, my lord."

The ancient gate opened slowly, and behind it was a collection of thousands of volumes.The specifications are not comparable to the first area of ​​Hogwarts, but there are many deeper things that cannot be found in Hogwarts.

It took him some time to find out the most valuable parts of these collections.

On the wall of the library, a symbol is engraved, like an eye watching future generations.

Of course Tom knew it, and though the symbol's former user was now rotting and stinking in the prison he had built, he was still alive in the books as the most feared Dark wizard in his day.

The headache caused by the split soul was even more severe, and no potion, no matter how powerful, could relieve it.

Potions cannot heal pain from the soul.

After another wave of pain subsided, he closed his eyes and saw the girl.

A girl stands by the Thames and throws a handful of stones into the water.

London has lost its former elegance and arrogance. There are ruins everywhere, and the air is filled with the smell of dust. Pairs of Muggle soldiers boarded military vehicles.

The war made the orphanage's situation even more difficult. Children were often carried out with white cloths and buried on the back mountain.The last time this group was depressed and dead was more than ten years ago. Everyone in the orphanage was hungry, and the children were so hungry that they could gnaw off the legs of their companions.

This is Muggle, powerless and vulnerable in the face of death.A bullet or even a cold is enough to kill their worthless lives.

The girl threw the last stone and looked at the river blankly, as if waiting for something.

Then, she squatted down slowly and burst into tears.

He stood behind her and watched quietly, then turned around, passed a line of soldiers, and walked into the crowd.

The days since then have been uneventful, and Nora works hard every day.Even if the boss has been in a bad mood recently, she can't find anything too wrong with her.

Riddle would come at night, and stay only for a moment.

Nora felt like she was having an affair with him, since there was no Filch here, but they still had to sneak around.

But she would rather he came less often.The more one gets, the greedier one becomes.Every minute and every second spent with him was like stolen from the God of Time.

Nora wanted to ask Cronus, Tom Riddle, Voldemort, would he really change for love?

That night Riddle didn't go out of the window. He knocked on Nora's door at night, and Merlin knew how he escaped the boss's defense against thieves.

They looked at each other at the door.

"Won't you invite me in?" he asked.

Tom walked into the room and took off his coat on the small chair.

"I'm leaving here tomorrow," he said abruptly.

"What time do you leave?"

"at any time."

"Okay," said Nora, and she pulled out her small suitcase and started packing.That poor thing was picked up in no time.

"Don't you ask where you are going?"

"It's the same wherever you go," Nora shrugged. "You have to thank me for being a wayward Gryffindor. If I were a Slytherin, I would definitely come up with a lot of hypocritical reasons to reject you."

Riddle laughed.A rare, very rare, sincere smile.

"Thanks to Gryffindor," he said.

"Promise me one thing, Tom?"

Riddle watched her silently.His smile has completely subsided, and his eyes are as deep as a black lake.

"Don't go any further," said Nora, "you've gone far enough."

They stared at each other.

Nora was in her nightgown and her wand was under her pillow.She has nothing in her hands now, and she is facing one of the most powerful and dangerous dark wizards in history.

She doesn't feel scared.During that time, which may be long or short, she thought nothing of it.

"If you mean Horcruxes—" Tom broke the silence, he said lightly, "then I promise you, that's all for Horcruxes."

Nora had a lot more to ask, but she swallowed it back.

"Sleep well, Nora," Riddle said, and he kissed her cheek, and the cold winter night in his robe made Nora's neck tingle, "stay here until I come to you tomorrow, where Don't go either."

When Nora awoke, Tom was gone, and she did not know when he had left.

It's been a long time since she slept so peacefully, without messy nightmares, and without waking up in the middle of the night.

There was not the slightest sign of last night's visitor in the cramped room.Her hands were empty, hanging by the bed.A small suitcase stood alone in the corner.

Nora was dazed for a while, then got up, put on her uniform, and went downstairs with the ugly but practical donkey skin bag Hagrid had given her.

"Someone's looking for you, Nora," the moustache boss yelled at her.

Sitting in the store, Elaine looked more haggard than last time.She rushed as if she saw a savior, grabbed Nora's hand,

Said eagerly: "Help me, Nora! Only you! Please help me!"

The boss frowned at them.

"Don't worry, let's get out of here first." Nora held her hand, "Do you know where there is a safe place?"

Elaine was pale and said tremblingly, "I... I... home."

"Boss, use the fireplace." Nora said, pulling Elaine to the fireplace in the rest room. "There's also Floo powder."

The boss blew his beard and stared at her: "Are you going to miss work?"

"I want to resign." Nora said, "My salary will be handed over to a black-haired, dark-eyed gentleman who will come to see me later, and tell him that this is the money I owe him, and the rest will be used as a breakup fee. "

"you--!"

Nora didn't listen to his nagging, grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the jar, threw it into the fireplace, and asked Elaine, "What's the address?"

"H...Hersey Manor."

The blue flames soared, and after a moment of dizziness they emerged from the other fireplace.

"Do me a favor and seal up the fireplace," said Nora.

Elaine's spirit also recovered a bit, she drew out her wand, and the two of them quickly made the fireplace disappear, turning it into a pile of broken bricks.

After all this was done, Nora breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and asked Elaine, "Tell me, what happened?"

"It's this..." Elaine pulled a little gold cup from her pocket, "it's this... Tom gave me... no, it's him—I don't know—he's controlling my mind—he's going to I search for the secret in the golden cup..."

She spoke incoherently.

"The secret in the golden cup? What is that?" Nora asked eagerly.

"I don't know!" Elaine hid her face and cried, "I tried everything, blood, prayer, tears...everything, but it didn't work! I told him I couldn't find it, but he didn't believe it!"

Her spirit is on the verge of collapse.

This cannot be blamed on her, during the days and nights with Jin Bei, Elaine Hussey has been instilled by the soul in the horcrux.She didn't have any defenses, she trusted the British gentleman named Tom Riddle wholeheartedly, and was full of curiosity to study the relics left by her ancestors...

"Listen to me, Elaine..."

Elaine pulled her hair, unable to stop crying.

"Listen to me!" Nora yelled, pinching Elaine's shoulder, "Don't be afraid, Elaine! You are a descendant of Hufflepuff!"

This roar made Elaine regain some sanity.

"What are we going to do, Nora?" she asked, sobbing.

"Give me the cup," said Nora, "and I'll destroy it and get your family out of here as far away as possible...not to England! Better to leave Europe and go to America or beyond The place--"

Elaine clutched the golden cup tightly and took two steps back.

She shook her head and said with empty eyes: "No, I can't leave it to you." She murmured: "Watch you...watch you..."

"What did you say?"

"The cup is my treasure," said Elaine, her glassy eyes on Nora. "You can't take it away."