HP Cronos

The mysterious man seemed determined to use his advantage in the dark to the end. The Death Eaters had their tails tucked up, and even Lucius Malfoy's arrogance was a little more restrained than usual.The Order of the Phoenix gathers every day, and Nora tactfully avoided their discussions, but she also vaguely guessed that things were not going well.

Now, compared with You-Know-Who, it was Fudge's stubbornness and the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic that were more difficult to deal with.Not to mention the fact that Hogwarts installed people from the Ministry of Magic, Sturgis Podmore was even sentenced to Azkaban.

People from the Order of the Phoenix took turns on duty at the Ministry of Magic these days.Nora, who had seen part of the future through Cronus, knew they were staring at the orb of prophecy kept in the Ministry of Magic.

Years can always change people beyond recognition. Who would have thought that Tom Riddle, who scoffed at divination classes back then, would be crazy about a prophecy decades later?

Tom was still stuck in his study at lunchtime and refused to come out.Nora discusses the boy's education with Mrs. Weasley with concern.

"Boys are always like this, like things that are pompous and 'cool' looking. Besides, Jack has never been exposed to magic before." Mrs. Weasley said in a tone of experience, "But they are not bad at heart. If those children It would have been nice if it was still there. They could teach him to ride a broom, play Quidditch, play wizard chess, have pets, and help with the energies they can't get anywhere. That way they wouldn't be trying to wreak havoc."

Nora takes the phrase "essentially not bad" with reservations.

"That's right!" Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands, "Sirius can teach him!"

Sirius, who has been depressed since his godson left, was rolling spaghetti with a fork in boredom. He raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Me? What do you expect to see? Me and a little boy under 11 years old playing happily ?”

"It's for you to teach him." Molly said, "You are idle anyway, aren't you?"

"I'm idle anyway?!" Sirius yelled like a dog whose tail was trampled, "If you didn't forbid me to go out! Do you think I would like to stay in this shabby house? If you didn't insist Send Harry to Hogwarts!"

Molly's expression changed suddenly: "Sires, you won't be thinking about writing to Harry again or something like that?"

"You are not Harry's guardian, Molly, and much less mine," said Sirius.

Molly's anger sank to her dantian, and then she started the education mode of shaking mountains and rivers.After 10 minutes of chattering, Nora covered her ears and shrank aside. Even the portrait of Mrs. Black was shocked by her momentum and did not scream.Sirius Black finally surrendered and fled back to his room.

Such is the strength of the mother of five boys.It's really scary.

Maybe it was really boring, when Nora went to the study to deliver afternoon tea to Tom Riddle in the afternoon, she found Sirius playing wizard chess with Tom.

Sirius commanded the car to eat Tom's king, game over.He smiled smugly.

Tom stared at the board for a long time and said, "One more game."

Sirius readily accepted the challenge, and with a flick of his wand, the pieces returned to their original positions.

They played happily.Nora stood on the sidelines watching for a while, then retreated silently.

The two of them seemed to get along, which was a good thing, as long as Sirius Black never found out that the boy sitting across from him was the Dark Lord himself.

Nora has been looking for a chance to see Kreacher again, maybe Regulus will tell him something, but the elusive house elf doesn't give her a chance to communicate properly. Walk around like you see a pile of stinky shit.

Nora had asked Sirius about where Kreacher lived: under the boiler in the kitchen cupboard.Kreacher wasn't there when Nora found it, just a pile of dirty blankets and the shiny Black family memorabilia he'd salvaged from Sirius, with the picture of Bellacriste at the front, crumbling The photo frame is carefully glued with adhesive tape.Nora didn't want to rummage through his things. After a cursory look, she didn't find anything special.

Could it be that in this world, Regulus died like this?Fleeing for fear of the evil deeds of Death Eaters or other reasons, and then being hunted down to death?That didn't sound like Regulus at all.

During these days, Nora also tried to sense the existence of the Horcrux, but found nothing.

Every time a horcrux is destroyed, her sensitivity to the horcrux will decrease.In the third world, she could still sense Ravenclaw's diadem in the Room of Requirement, and in the fourth world, even if the golden cup was right in front of her, she couldn't tell it was fake.

Every time a Horcrux is destroyed, her bond with this world will be reduced by one point.

Another night, Tom Riddle suddenly opened his eyes.

It was late at night, and a full moon could be seen through the gray window.

A translucent shadow emerged in the moonlight.

Shadow made a silent gesture to Tom, and drew his wand from under Nora's pillow.Nora in her sleep was unaware of this.

A well-controlled sleeping spell made her sleep even deeper.

"Is that you who keep calling me?" asked Tom.

"It's me," said Shadow. "I'm Tom Riddle."

Under the moonlight, the shadow was pale and thin, with jet-black hair and eyes.

"What about the other one?"

Contempt showed in Shadow's eyes: "That's just a small piece of remnant soul. If you want, you can control him at any time... occupy his body."

"Like what you've been doing?"

A faint smile appeared on Shadow's face, "It's really convenient to have a complete soul."

"According to what you said, I sent a message to Dumbledore and also hid the locket."

"Not according to what I said, but according to your own judgment." Shadow said, "If you refuse to cooperate, there is nothing I can do."

"Anything is fine," said Tom. "What's the matter with you?"

"I need you to deliver the diary to a man named Bellacrist Lestrange. I'll signal at the right time, and you just have to give it to the house-elf of the Black family, so that He believes it's an order in Regulus Black's name, and I'll take care of the rest."

"You have already controlled a body, isn't that enough?"

"Not enough." Shadow said, "The power of magic lies in the soul, and that broken soul is too fragile to be a bargaining chip with Dumbledore."

"Why should I help you?"

"Because we have the same goal," said Shadow.His fingertips ran lazily across Nora's face.The sleeping witch was unaware of this.

"How do I know that what you let me see is real, not something you fabricated?" Tom asked sharply, "You and the other are just remnants of souls, but you are obviously much stronger than him, Is not it?"

"I've been around a lot longer than it looks." That 16-year-old face with those dark eyes you can't help but cringe when you look into them, "but one thing's for sure -"

"—I am you, and you are me."

A week into Hogwarts, Sirius received a letter from Harry, to which Mrs. Weasley was quite displeased ("He shouldn't be writing to you!" she says).After Sirius read the letter, he first praised: "Smart boy." Then he yelled dissatisfiedly: "What the hell is Dumbledore thinking, actually allowing that woman Umbridge to be a professor at Hogwarts?"

All afternoon he was busy writing answers to Harry.If conditions permit, he might have gone directly to Hogwarts to visit his godson.

Harry pinned on his friendship with James and Lily.

At least in the last world, James, Lily, and Regulus all survived, and Harry didn't become a Horcrux.Nora comforted herself in this way.But this comfort is but foam on the sea.

It is a sunny afternoon, which makes the dark old house exude warmth.Such afternoons are always drowsy.Tom fell asleep in the rocker--he was still a child who needed a lot of sleep.

Nora draped a blanket over him lightly.

Tom's dark eyes were closed, his long eyelashes drooped, his cheeks were covered with baby fat, and the sun shone on his face like the holy light around an angel in a church fresco, looking innocent.

There is a big clock in Black's old house, and the hands are ticking and ticking.After all, they have spent a lot of time here.For the first time, Nora didn't want to go looking for Horcruxes.

Maybe it's good to stay like this forever.After a while she'll be looking for a job, and when Tom turns 11 and gets his acceptance letter from Hogwarts, he'll go to Ollie Vander to pick out a new wand, and then Dumbledore Under his nose, he studied honestly and found a serious job after graduation.

Perhaps it was because these days were too stable, so stable that it seemed that the task of Voldemort never existed.

Nora was lost in thought, and when she came to her senses, Tom had opened his eyes at some point.

Nora asked, "Do you want to go outside, Tom? I can show you around. Where would you like to go? London or somewhere else? I don't have much money, but I can cheat with magic—" Of course, this is a violation of the Muggle Secrecy Act, and you can't do it more often in the future."

"Can I go to Hogwarts?" Tom asked.

"This—I'll have to ask Professor Dumbledore first. Hogwarts is only for approved people," said Nora. "And then, what do you think of it here? Do you like the people here?"

"Like?" He tilted his head and asked back, "Why do I have to like them?"

"Because you seem to get along well with everyone..."

"I don't like them."

Nora was at a loss for words, and after a while she asked, "Tom, don't you have anyone you like?"

"I like Nagini," said Tom.

Well, let's count it as one.

"Why do you like Nagini?"

"Because she obeys me absolutely," said Tom.

Nora saw the Dark Lord whom people dared not call by his name after many years. Wherever he went, believers fell to their knees and rushed to kiss his robe feet.

"I don't hate them either," said Tom suddenly. "They didn't hurt me, and I wouldn't hurt them."

Nora suddenly realized that Tom had said this to her specially.

Tom Riddle was an overly clever kid.

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To revise the following text and add the English Test Band [-] and [-], it will be suspended for about a week.

It is expected to be completed before 20 words.

After the end, there will be a [-]-word long story about joy, and the theme is still: time travel.Some places that are not clearly explained in the text will be filled in the extra pages.

In fact, I opened this article just to write this episode.

There are three options.

One is to Harry's fourth grade (Goblet of Fire): Voldemort surprised Hogwarts?The transfer students bravely enter the triwizard battle for hegemony.

Or to Harry's fifth year (Order of the Phoenix): Ms. Umbridge, a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, was brutally attacked by students: Is it a prank by the students or the resurrection of the devil?

You can also choose to go to the seventh grade (Deathly Hallows): The strongest father-son game in the wizarding world, Voldemort PK Voldemort.

Of course, no matter which option you choose, you can see:

The righteous side of the black question mark - Harry, Ron, Hermione: who is this?Who is this?Is something wrong?Who is the main character?

Confused Death Eaters—Malfoy, Black, Lestrange: Who am I?Where am I?Is it too late for me to clean up now?

Hogwarts professors who lie down every day—Snape, McGonagall, Freevy, Slughorns: Do you dare to let our professor have some fighting power?

And the fancy pretense passed down by the Dark Lord—sorry, the mana is strong, and he can really do whatever he wants.

I hope everyone will leave a message in the comment area, and I will count.