HP Hermione's Phoenix

Misery!

Conscience, Merlin, if you use any language to describe your life during this period, Snape would say so!

——What is more miserable than being accompanied by the old European devil all day long?

——What is more miserable than being forced to make potions by the old European devil all day long?

——Is there anything more miserable than being woken up by the old European devil... at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, and asked to temporarily boil a potion that needs to be kept by the pot for 72 hours without averting your eyes...? !

It was like this before the summer vacation started.The black-robed Snake King was furious. He tossed his robe and cursed under his black eyes: "Can't you do it yourself!"

Grindelwald flipped through countless ancient books spread out on the table without raising his head: "I want to take care of Albus. He has a bad temper right now."

"I still have class tomorrow!"

"I already got Albus to approve your leave, and the leave slip is over there on the corner of the desk."

Snape looked at the pile of ancient books he didn't know where to find on the table, and he was drooling. Every blurred and damaged ancient rune seemed to be shining golden light out of thin air. The collection of books that Hogwarts in the Magic Center did not have - the youngest dean of Slytherin saw these books and was so jealous that he wanted to rush up and wander among them and never come out. Flipping them over and over made his heart bleed... However, the last sliver of reason and pride seized him again. At this moment, the academic Snape was fighting the everyday Snape, and on the one hand, he demanded of himself from the old devil king. The brewed lost potion is eager to try, and on the one hand, I feel angry about it...

He stared at the pile of papers under the table that had been squeezed to the ground by many classics—no, that pile was obviously a photocopy of the extremely precious tenth volume of "Records of the Eldar: Elixir of the Elven King"—this guy Throw them all to the ground!What a waste!Can't tolerate it!

He read out gloomyly:

"Potions teacher Severus Snape is unwell, and his leave of absence is approved. From now on, Potions class will be represented by Regulus Black—I am not unwell! And this leave note is not valid at all!!! Even The headmaster's wax seal—”

The old devil took out a gold seal without raising his head, and stamped it coolly on the piece of paper with the big horse's golden knife. Under Snape's shocked gaze, the leave note immediately shone with a golden light... …

——The magic contract takes effect now!

——The days of writing holidays and studying as long-term jobs have begun...

"You!" Snape was almost exasperated, pointing at him and said, "That's only for the headmaster of Hogwarts...that's Hogwarts' official seal—how could you! Why you—you clearly... ..."

"Oh." Gellert licked his lips, put the gold seal in his arms casually, and said in a relaxed tone: "So your principal trusts me."

"Where did you get Mr. Dumbledore!!!"

"He is suffering from morning sickness. If you don't make the medicine, your principal will suffer even more." The old devil said mercilessly.

"...!!!" Snape was in a bad mood!

"Go, I know that you are the most suitable for this great job." The blond man showed a devilish smile, "Tracing the potions of the ancient elves and restoring the lost traditional crafts, this must be Slater Dean Lin's best job."

Snape turned his head to look at the formula again, and felt a little excited again - but when he thought about it, he immediately became angry again! ! !

——Why do I have to get up in the middle of the night to do this kind of thing...

—It's all Dumbledore's fault!

Dumbledore sat sullenly in the Room of Requirement and sneezed heavily.

The Room of Requirement—and Terminal Control Room—to be precise, Ravenclaw's Chamber of Secrets, has been transformed into a dreamy nursery, too dreamy to look at...

There were twitching veins on his forehead, and his fingers were trembling—he pointed to the blond old devil king in front of him and said, "Get out—get out..."

Gellert said helplessly and fluently: "Okay...ok...I know..."

"Getout! Webrokeup! Ugh..."

"Okay, ok honey, this is the 100th time you've said this in 174 years... come on, let's drink this magic supplement first..."

Standing on the eighth floor, Hermione rolled her eyes, turned around and knocked on the wall, and went straight to the secret room on the bottom floor of the castle.

After the eighth floor was occupied by Mrs. Gerden, the Chamber of Secrets had been converted into a terminal room.At this very moment, Castle Harper Tom and her little yellow chickens are sitting in a row watching the wizarding channel under the super-large screen projection...

As soon as the roast chicken saw her, he flapped his wings and jumped up with his eyes wide open, with two thin golden French fries dangling in his mouth, he wolfed down and shouted: "Ooooh, oh, master, this is my last ration for today!!! You can't skimp on—"

"You're fat enough! Don't eat! Spit it out!!!"

"Don't, don't, don't!!! I've already swallowed it..." Roast Chicken blinked and leaned against the control wall, hiccupping: "It's too late for you to stop me! Eat the last two chips too!"

Hermione glared back at Tom.

"Uh..." The black-haired boy shrugged innocently, and brought out another plate of golden French fries with his backhand like a magic trick: "Do you want some?"

Roasted Chicken immediately rolled his eyes and shouted: "Damn it, you have hidden so much! You are not sexually blessed!"

Hermione crossed her arms and glanced at him: "You're really not British."

"Uh……"

Tom continued to look at her with that innocent little unicorn look.She knew it was an acting skill, but his acting was really superb, at least on the surface, it was impossible to see that the lotus root pink head was full of bad water...

But Hogwarts understood the sentence.The castle sat aside, turned his head, giggled.

She pulled out the chair and sat down, and said with a blank expression: "Authentic British people eat fish and chips, and they don't take them apart to eat."

"Oh, yes." He looked at her intentionally or unintentionally, and quickly stretched out his arms to hand her the ketchup: "I know...this is the American way...do you want some coke?"

"uh-huh……"

"Doyou miss America?" He stared intently at the screen and asked suddenly.

"No." She denied it flatly.

"But I miss... I miss everything in America." He leaned closer and whispered into her ear.

Her neck began to heat up.But she took a deep breath, opened her eyes with a calm expression, and said simply without seeing any waves: "Are you going to just squat in the secret room and eat French fries?"

He immediately turned the chair seriously, put his long fingers together, put his fingertips under his chin, and looked at her intently: "I'm fine anytime."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"Isn't it date?" He said seriously.

"...No!" Hermione glared at him, "Didn't we just come back from America!"

"But that's travel and work. Date is date." He continued to analyze seriously.

"...Don't pull away!"

"If you think about it carefully, we really haven't seriously dated it."

"Be careful and I'll beat you! I haven't even told you that you gained three pounds from the roast chicken!"

The roast chicken immediately yelled: "My god! I am innocent, sir!" As he said that, he flew away.

The onlookers, Orochi and Castle, sighed at the atmosphere of them immersing themselves in their own world and quarreling, and walked away with a silent smile.

After the silence, the secret room became even quieter.Before I knew it, there was only a small voice on the screen - the voice seemed very far away - the French program was always so chatty, the news program was over, and now it was a music program, and the Weird Sisters were about to go on stage ...

She was sitting shoulder to shoulder from him, feeling that the air was getting hot.He stared at her deeply, exhaling could be heard clearly...

"Well, what is it?" he said, biting her ear.

Instead of looking at his face, she just took out a bottle of potion and said in a low voice, "This..."

He stared at her face without turning his eyes: "Snape made the permanent werewolf modification potion? Great invention..."

"Actually, the point is not this matter..."

"Ok?"

"Black and Weasley have reintegrated Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix. This bottle of potion should be sent by the Order of the Phoenix to the werewolf society through Lupine... But you know, Dumbledore is now..." She suddenly became a little annoyed Said, "Well, it's none of my business, now that's the situation, Lucius has gone to America, Grindelwald is in charge of the whole of England now, and you, you're starting to call him sir It's..."

He blinked, and immediately said without changing his expression: "I still call you Your Majesty, you know..."

"No, you don't know—"

She suddenly stood up and looked at him indifferently: "I don't care about everything in England now. Do you know who—except which thing, I have to do?——"

He raised his head from his seat, looked at her clearly, and smiled: "I know."

He turned the chair slightly, put on his coat smartly, and pulled her: "Let's go."

"..."

"I know." He suddenly reached out to hold her face in his hands, and said firmly, "You're going to see him...you're going to see another me. I'm the only one in England who deserves your attention. I know where he is. Let's go." Come on, I'll go with you."

On the streets of London on a summer afternoon, the mortal world is still crowded with people, without a trace of panic.

However, an invisible low pressure spread outward from the inconspicuous red telephone box on the side of the road——

Inside the underground Ministry of Magic, there was silence and bleakness at this moment—people in black cloaks broke in, holding their wands tightly in their bony hands, and surrounded the interim acting minister Scrimgeour, a large group of Aurors stood vigilantly against them...

However, in the crowd, the skinny but naked jailbreakers like Bellatrix showed no fear at all, and sharp laughter continued from among the Death Eaters. The arrow is on the string——

Suddenly, everyone's mood froze, and they felt that their entire hearts sank.

"Dementors..." someone said through gritted teeth.

Huge wandering spirits surrounded the tall men in black robes and red eyes and walked to the center of the venue. The crowd was divided like Moses divided the sea.The scene was like falling into an ice cellar, but Voldemort just glanced at them indifferently——

"It's so boring..." His eyes looked at the people in the Ministry of Magic as if they were looking at ants, as if they were looking at his subordinates, and even more as if they were looking at a far away place.

"Lord!" Bella yelled frantically.

The Dark Lord nodded, and said indifferently: "Today we are not here to kill people."

He threw off the black robe, and strode into the depths of the Ministry of Magic alone.The Death Eaters surrounded him, the dementors followed him, and the Aurors stood up nervously but helplessly—but he didn't even look back, he just went straight to the depths of the ground and pushed open a certain door... …

Suddenly, a huge chill hit him heavily, he was shocked suddenly, and suddenly realized something——

Looking back, there was no one around.Disciples and followers, enemies and ants, all disappeared.

Voldemort stood in the huge hall of the Department of Mysteries, holding his wand expressionlessly, as he walked past rows of shining prophecies.Until he suddenly stopped and said in a pleasant voice:

"Why don't you come out? My little brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful, indestructible but invisible and colorless force tightly clenched his chest.The blood in the Dark Lord's chest surged, and the long-healed eye injury couldn't help but hurt again——

He bent down to cover one eye, raised his head and stared at the stern-looking brown-haired girl in front of him, and said in a complicated tone, "It's you—"

Hermione let go of the vast spiritual pressure, and said coldly: "Shut up, back off. Otherwise I'll kill you."

"Oh?" The long and narrow red eyes trembled, and the man with a terrifying face forcibly straightened his waist, and said in a cunning but cruel tone, "Then why don't you do it?"

Hermione's eyes twitched sharply.

"You have this ability, don't you?" The Dark Lord looked at her and laughed horribly: "You had this ability in your first year... I even invited you to join my path... I know we It's actually the same kind of person... I've seen you all my life, and you're the only one... I said then that I would take back Lord Voldemort's honor, just like today..."

Unexpectedly, Hermione sneered in a slightly sad tone.

He paused, narrowed his one eye again, covered his chest, and took a step forward against the heavy spiritual pressure of the transformation stage.

"Back off!" Hermione snapped.

The Dark Lord's pale fingers wiped the blood from the corner of his lips—his face was so dark and bleak, as if the blood had to be as dark as brown to match, but his blood was indeed flaming, and it was like a snake out of thin air. His lips were dyed in a more horrific color - he also sneered, looked at her knowingly and said:

"What? You can indeed kill me...but you can't."

Hermione's voice was as sharp as a knife: "Do you think I really can't?"

"Come on." He raised his hand, spit out a big mouthful of blood, raised his head excitedly and took a big step forward, laughing loudly: "Kill me! Destroy me! Come! Hahaha! Cough... !"

He couldn't stand upright at last, and looked decadent and crazy with his head bowed and vomiting blood.

Hermione looked at him quietly, seeing the all-too-familiar obsession emanating from his body, so degraded, it made people feel sad...

But in the next second, Voldemort raised his head and pointed at her with a big smile: "What a powerful you...mysterious little girl...do you know, no matter how powerful you are? You will always be a little girl in front of me! You won't kill me because you're in love with me - no, my little brother... HAHAHAHAHAHA! Great love! Love as the great Dumbledore said!"

boom!There was a blast, and with a lot of true energy, the one-eyed Dark Lord hadn't finished speaking before he was photographed far back—a length of tens of meters away, crashing into the magic wall behind him...

He fell from the wall, his bones were broken, and only his fingers could move—in the excruciating pain, he felt even greater pleasure in his heart, and shouted more and more excitedly: "Come on, little girl! Come and kill me!"

Hermione was furious, but what made people even more angry was that even though he had become a demon, she could still understand his expression, and what was revealed in those thin, terrifying red eyes was the thrill of being beaten...

"Are you ashamed? Do you hate yourself? Little genius girl?" He raised his head and said to Hermione with an undiminished smile, "You who are so powerful fall in love with me like this... Love! What a great love... "

But in the next second he stood up frantically and proudly, shaking his robe and shouting frantically: "But you should be proud of this! What an honor it is to fall in love with Lord Voldemort... There were many people in the past, uh ...If you want to form an alliance with me now, there is still time..."

"Stop dreaming." A cold and gorgeous voice sounded not far from him, "Shelovesme, notyou."

The black-haired boy came out of a row of prophecy racks in a refreshing manner.He didn't wear a tie, his shirt was unbuttoned, and with one hand still in his pocket, he was throwing a prophecy ball with the other.

Voldemort's remaining red eye narrowed instantly.

"Don't be stupid." Tom looked at him relaxedly, "Who do you think you are? You are so stupid and disfigured, how could she fall in love with you?"

Voldemort snorted: "Sure enough, it's something I've cut off... Vulgar, with such a worldly outlook... Oh, you too were lost in Dumbledore's great love, and you forgot that being strong is eternal? ——Looking back now Before it's too late, my brother...give it to me!"

He suddenly gave a condescending drink and approached.

But Tom immediately made a gesture, pinched the prophecy ball without changing his face and said, "If you take another step forward, I will drop this prophecy ball."

The two devils, one big and one small, stood there and stared at each other.

Without flinching, Tom said menacingly, "You know what this is. And I know what you want."

"Okay..." Voldemort shrank his eyes and said in a cold tone, "What do you want?"

"It's very simple." He gestured to Hermione, "It's up to her."

Voldemort turned his head, rolled his eyes up and down, looked at the expressionless Hermione, and snorted through his nostrils: "So... what do you want?"

Hermione suddenly felt tired.It seems that standing in front of her is not an independent Voldemort, not the biggest unstable factor in this country, but the fate of many, many people...Being obsessed with one thought, becoming a demon with one thought...Countless familiar or distant destinies stand in front of her. In front of her, they were all laughing wildly and going to a dead end, the sky and the earth were holding their hands...

She looked up at him with no expression - those eyes were so blood red, she couldn't understand her expression anymore, even if it was the biggest main soul...

"Your ending is determined by destiny. You are a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and even if you die, he should accept it personally." Hermione said slowly, "There must be an end between you and the savior." One battle. Only one thing, wizards are wizards, and you and your disciples must not harm Muggles until this final battle."

Voldemort looked at her thoughtfully: "The last battle... not bad..."

He nodded, but laughed horribly: "Why should I promise you?"

Hermione said indifferently without even thinking: "You continue to violate the laws of the plane after resurrection, and your life will not belong to Merlin, so I will kill you in advance instead of Tiandao."

--boom!

At the moment when his voice fell, Tom stretched out the hand in his belt without hesitation, and pushed down a row of prophecy shelves.

Suddenly, Voldemort turned his head and looked at the black-haired boy standing there majesticly. The crystal ball of prophecy splashed all over the ground, the sound of thumping was like a symphony, and the dust and spar hit the ceiling under his feet—all this seemed so majestic , as if an explosion happened right in front of his eyes, but he didn't move at all, just holding the original prophecy ball in his hand, and the black eyes looked at him motionlessly.

The Dark Lord understood everything at this moment.He understands that look...he is him, no matter red eyes or black eyes, same madness, same stubbornness, same recklessness, even if his expression is so rational and calm...

He couldn't help but nodded heavily, and said proudly: "Okay—my path will be decided in the final battle!"

The author has something to say: ╮(╯▽╰)╭I want to write meat again in the next chapter...Will I write it well or not...