v2 Chapter 43： Flowers need to be folded

"The day of the draw at Hogwarts(

Tom took Hermione through the corridor ahead and entered the real secret room. At this time, the previously lit flames had been extinguished, but there was still a faint fragrance left in the secret room. Tom noticed that the serpentine reliefs on the pillars were shiny again, and it seemed that the grease was replenished here automatically.

"Is this the basilisk?" Looking at the basilisk's corpse, Hermione was not afraid, but rather curious. She squatted down and looked at the basilisk's green scales and dagger-like fangs. .

"I didn't expect such a creature to exist underground at Hogwarts. What does it usually eat?"

"You'll know when you come here." Tom led Hermione into the tunnel in the Slytherin stone mouth.

"Hurry up!" Tom turned into a phoenix again and led Hermione out of the tunnel.

"Your transformations are quite useful." After landing on the ground, Hermione let go of Phoenix's claws and said enviously. For the journey just now, if I were to walk, it would take two to three hours to walk, but after becoming a phoenix, even if I brought one person, it only took less than ten minutes to fly.

She looked around, twitched the tip of her nose and inhaled some fresh, moist mountain air, and realized something very bad. "Are we leaving Hogwarts?" She made such a judgment cautiously.

Hermione panicked like a frightened deer after receiving a positive answer: "How can we leave Hogwarts? My God, this is absolutely against school rules - from the time we step into the back room. , we may have violated hundreds of school rules, let's go back quickly-"

"What are you worried about, it's only a violation of the school rules when you're found out." Seeing that Hermione was about to be blown away by him, Tom threw out his trump card, "Go back now, just when Filch and the others are patrolling, they will be caught instead. We're all here, why don't we just take a break outside?"

Hermione calmed down a little, and despite her reluctance, she realized that this was not a good time to go back. Tom was right. Even if he wanted to go back, he would have to wait until Filch and the professors on the night watch had rested in the middle of the night.

So she and Tom found a stone and sat down.

Hermione seemed relieved to be blown by the cool mountain wind: thinking about it, it was actually quite good, at least it had just been a wonderful adventure, and a new experience for her.

However, the breeze in the mountains is a little cold. It is autumn in the Scottish Highlands in September, and the night is still a little cold.

Thinking that she might be here for a few more hours, Hermione moved a little closer to Tom.

"What's that?" She was attracted by a nearby sparkle, she got a little closer, and saw that the source of the sparkle turned out to be a hair crown wrapped around a necklace.

She held out her hand, but stopped again when she thought of the curse-related stories in the book.

But Tom was one step ahead of her, picking up the crown and passing it to her. The moment the necklace on the hair crown came into contact with the two of them, a white light enveloped them. After the white light passed, they both disappeared.

...

When Hermione recovered from the blinding white light, she found herself in a cabin. From Hermione's point of view, the furniture around her was a bit shabby, or rather shabby, and the environment in the wooden house was not very good.

Hermione's first reaction was: Could the necklace just now be the legendary door key?

She had seen in the book some common ways for wizards to travel, among them there were magical objects such as door keys that could travel through space. Hermione thought about it for a while, and in this situation, she should have encountered the door key. She felt the first priority was to find Tom.

"It stands to reason that after the door key is transmitted, all users should be in similar positions." Hermione was a little puzzled, but she suppressed the unease in her heart and the strange and awkward feeling in her heart, and held it with one hand. wand, the other hand pushed open the door.

Outside is a medieval-style town with many houses lined up with red tiled roofs and either grey brick walls or a combination of wood and white mud walls.

Hermione walked down the stairs outside the house and came to a path paved with compacted dirt.

Although such a small town is not common, it is not "unique in a thousand miles". There are many similar towns in Europe, and they still retain the style of the Middle Ages - of course, much cleaner.

There were a few old hens on the side of the road clucking, slicing and eating from the grass beside the fence. They were not afraid when they saw people coming, and they still paced leisurely there.

Hermione took a few steps and finally noticed the difference: does she feel like she has grown taller? After making two gestures, it seems to have gotten bigger?

Hermione was quick to decide: she had grown bigger. Now, she looks more like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. This made her nervous, and the fairy tales she had read as a child gradually came to her mind.

At this time, she heard the church bell, so she subconsciously walked towards the direction of the church.

Approaching the church, the number of people gradually increased. Hermione passed through the crowd and quickly determined that the place where she was now was definitely not the earth of the twentieth century. The people around are dressed in a medieval style, and the items used are not at all modern.

She walked slowly, checking the surrounding small markets. There was a small stone prison in which two people were locking a drunkard. On the side of the street was a shop selling bread. The baker was holding A drawer of freshly baked bread came over.

Hermione glanced at the loaves, and she thought that even the worst bakery in England made them better. And these breads, even freshly baked, don't have the aroma that a street bakery should have - that's for sure, the aroma of a modern street bakery comes from the abundance of milk, butter, sugar and delicate ingredients in the ingredients. How can flour, a shop that makes brown bread in a small town, have such an aroma?

Ordinary bread in modern society may only be seen at the dining table of the Marquis's house in the Middle Ages. Feeding pigeons in the square with such bread would have been considered inhumane behavior hundreds of years ago.

Hermione walked through the filthy streets tethered to the beautiful, docile horses and donkeys that kept the street smelling bad.

People come and go picking fresh vegetables and freshly baked bread at the stall, and there is a seafood shop not far away, and flies are flying on oysters, shrimp, and fish.

"Good morning, Hermione." A voice came from behind Hermione.

Hermione turned her head immediately, and what caught her eye was a black-haired young man about eighteen years old. Although he was a little more mature, Hermione was still very sure: this young man was Tom.

Tom was dressed in very plain clothes, a linen jacket and trousers of coarse cloth, which was tucked into his trousers by a cloth belt, a straw hat on his head, and sandals on his feet.

In contrast, Hermione was wearing a much more respectable dress: a white dress with what appeared to be blue stripes, a blue apron-style skirt, a storage bag at the waist, and a Wear a pair of shoes that are more like shoes. Compared to the clothes, what Hermione noticed first was that her hair was finally **** obediently at the back of her head and combed into a smooth braid.

"Looks like you're much better off than I am financially," Tom quipped.

"You still care about this?" Hermione choked him. "What's our situation now?"

"If my guess is correct, we may have been taken to a certain historical node by the necklace." Tom told Hermione about his speculation about the copy. In Tom's cognition, the copy was more like a real occurrence in history. The "afterimages" left by the stories of the past. These afterimages are like photographs left behind by a running carriage. Tom and the others went into the photo, and although the content of the photo was changed, it had no effect on the real carriage.

"Then how should we get out?" Hermione didn't want to live in the afterimage of this history for a lifetime. There were no such exquisite food and interesting books here.

"Finish something or a long-cherished wish."

"A long-cherished wish..." Hermione chewed the word.

The two decided to take a stroll around the neighborhood first.

The town's market is not big, with only a few old farmers selling vegetables and fruits picked from the vegetable garden. In addition, there is a bakery, a butcher's shop, a fish stall, and a shop selling groceries.

At the entrance of the church, a well-dressed person was reading an official document, and a group of people gathered to watch.

Tom and Hermione also listened on the outside. It turned out that they were talking about the lord of this land, a viscount who was called by a big man to go to war. Tom and Hermione listened for a while and then left - all talking nonsense.

Tom and Hermione were stopped at the edge of town by a young woman in a long black dress.

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?" The woman's brown hair was braided into many strands and looked tousled.

"Yes, we're going there." Tom nodded before Hermione could respond.

"Great, can you buy me parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme for Ben who lives on the beach just south of Scarborough?"

"No problem." Tom agreed very readily.

Just when they wanted to leave, the girl hesitated for a long time, and then said: "If he has a reply, please help me bring it back, please!"

Tom naturally agreed.

Tom and Hermione left town.

"Did you notice the tiara on her head? That hair crown is exactly the same as the one we picked up." After they were gone, Hermione couldn't wait to share her discovery with Tom.

"I see. She should be the key to us getting out of this afterimage." Tom echoed.