Hermione curled up on the ground, holding the little phoenix in her arms, the whirlwind around her stopped, and its faint chirp was exceptionally clear. Seeing the two men being cut into several pieces and scattered in the blood, she held back her nausea and didn't look at the corpses.

She didn't know what to do, so she stayed helpless, hoping that Phoenix would come back soon. If he doesn't come back—no, he'll be fine. Minutes and seconds passed, and everything was still the same.

"Hermione, are you alright? "Hallucinations?" Hermione looked around as Phoenix came out of the woods.

"Phoenix!" Hermione threw Eden down and threw her arms around his neck.

"It's all right, it's all over. Phoenix patted her on the back, and finally, Hermione stepped away.

"We've got to get out of here, okay?" Phoenix put Eden in his pocket and took Hermione's hand and put it on the teacup, "Three-two-one!"

The blue light flashed, and the two disappeared together. The empty swamp was as if nothing had happened.

Phoenix's feet landed on solid ground, his knees bent slightly, and the teacup fell to the floor and shattered to pieces. He looked around and saw that they were back in their old little meeting room.

Phoenix uses magic to remove the sludge and blood from the two of them.

Hermione's face was white, and her body trembled slightly. Phoenix helped her to sit in a chair next to her, and casually summoned a bottle of wine floating in the air, automatically filling the glass.

"Listen to me, drink this wine. Phoenix slowly poured the wine into her mouth, and Hermione's complexion slowly began to regain its rosiness, but her body was still trembling slightly.

"We should go to Professor Dumbledore," Hermione said after a moment's reaction.

"No, Hermione," Phoenix said wearily, "it's useless, it's my relatives." ”

"What-your-" Hermione froze, not knowing what to say, "but-how-"

Phoenix pressed his finger to her lips and motioned for him to continue.

"Without evidence, the kind of magic I used would never be used in court again. Even if we go out now and look for Dumbledore, it won't help, we don't know where we're going. By the time the Ministry of Magic's investigators find it, I'll assure you, there's nothing there. ”

"I'm sorry to involve you. They were only targeting me—"

"Say no more, Phoenix. But you have relatives, why-how-" Hermione couldn't understand what it was.

"They're doing it to me now," Phoenix smiled wryly, "what happened today means one thing, my parents have been killed." They had a hunch that I had come to England to take refuge, and they thought that no one would dare to attack me under Dumbledore's nose, and it seemed that my father had underestimated their guts. ”

Hermione opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, "Why?"

"Gringotts is the only bank in the wizarding world, but it is privately owned. I don't know how much Gringotts will bring us, but it's certainly huge. He's old, and I'm still a kid. A huge mountain of gold to a child? They wouldn't allow that to happen. ”

"That's all for this?" Hermione looked at Phoenix, her eyes glistening with anger.

"That's enough. My father has prepared for this, you know?"

"It has something to do with Bobin, right?" she asked, in a nonchalant tone. Phoenix frowned slightly, she seemed to know.

"Yes, once something happens to my father, the Bobin family will make my marriage contract to Melinda public, and I will take Bobin's last name. Without the right of inheritance, it is naturally safe. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"Of course, I wouldn't. I don't think my father would either—" Phoenix whispered.

"No, if you're in a dangerous situation right now—" Hermione hurriedly interrupted him, but Finney continued, a subtle smile flashing across his face, changing his words.

He glanced up at the clock and said, "Anyway - you need to take a short nap and calm yourself after drinking this, okay? I don't want to make people suspicious, you don't look good right now." "He always carries some of his usual potions in his pocket, just in case.

"Hmm? Okay. Hermione hesitated to continue, but looking at the dark purple potion in Phoenix's hand, she still drank it obediently, and her body stopped trembling slightly.

An hour later, they returned to the ballroom, where most of the people had left the dance floor and sat next to them chatting. Hermione's palliative seemed to work too well, and it was a bit of a pity to see that the dance was over.

"Look, Director Crouch. Poor fellow, who has dedicated his life to fighting against the dark arts, turns out that his son is a Death Eater. Phoenix shook his head with a smile and told her stories about some of the people around her.

"He would have been the strongest contender for ministerial candidates. Because of this incident, his future was ruined, his son died not long after he was imprisoned in Azkaban, his wife died of grief, and his family was ruined—"

A tall, blonde young man walked up to them briskly and said, "Mr. Peverell?"

"Yes. This is Miss Granger, founder of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Guild and a relative of Dagworth Granger. Phoenix took advantage of the opportunity to turn his head to introduce her, and hurriedly glanced at her. She smiled reluctantly.

"Glad to meet you, beautiful young lady, George Smith. He saluted Hermione and continued to Phoenix, showing little interest in her, "Your story has been circulating among us lately, Your Excellency. ”

"Just call me Phoenix. That's nothing, with great power comes great responsibility. ”

"That's right, especially in today's international situation, which is worrying. He looked meaningfully at Phoenix's and took a sip of champagne.

"I'm sorry, I know what you're referring to?" he replied slowly, waiting for him to continue.

"You'll know, wait for you—we'll meet again, and hopefully you'll hold on. He glanced around meaningfully. It was only then that Phoenix saw that he was wearing a Peverell coat of arms ring on his hand.

"Thank you for your concern. Seeing that Phoenix understood his identity, he smiled and turned to leave.

When he was far away, Hermione shook off Phoenix's hand and clasped her hands to her chest, meaning to explain.

"The Europeans were quite unfriendly to the Muggles in the Americas, because when the Muggles discovered the Americas, they slaughtered almost all the natives - of course, the American wizards immediately retaliated, and they were responsible for several great plagues in the Middle Ages in Europe. Because they thought it was a provocation by European wizards to control the Muggles with the Imperius Curse, we both misjudged each other's intentions, and as a result, war broke out between the two and four families. Luckily we won—but even then, if you had said you were Muggle-born, he might have pulled his wand. "He didn't need Hermione to know so well, at least not now.

Hermione's mouth was slightly open, a little sluggish. He was still thinking about the purpose of coming, and continued nonchalantly.

"However, many contradictions still exist," he took her hand again, "and when you learn more about the history of the wizarding world that can be downplayed, you will realize that many things are not as simple as you think." History books that are sold openly only record politically correct parts. Fudge walked over with a few of Salem's students, and his smile could be seen from afar.

It's nearly midnight. People started leaving.