Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

The inexplicable words Dumbledore said to him that day left Lothar troubled for a long time.

He looked out the window thoughtfully. Madam Pomfrey had already given him some healing potions.

Looking at those mud-like things, Lothar really didn't want to drink it.

However, even though he repeatedly stated that he was not sick, he was completely recovered, his hands and feet were intact, and his brain was healthy.

But Madam Pomfrey still made him drink the potion.

Well, watch him drink it

This makes Lothar very uncomfortable.

Sure enough, as expected, the mud-like potion tasted very bad.

indescribable

After drinking the medicine, Lothar sat on the bed and continued to look out the window.

There was nothing outside the window, but Lothar's field of vision was filled with magic streaks.

After a long time, Lothar withdrew her gaze and looked at Hermione, who had arrived at the school doctor's office at some unknown time.

"haven't seen you for a long time"

Lothar was smiling, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

"Although we have just met, my friend."

Hermione looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression.

One of her hands was still on her waist, where she kept her wand.

What Hermione didn't expect was that she would see this boy at the school nurse's office at Hogwarts.

The experience that day and the feeling of powerlessness were enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

The main reason for her feeling of powerlessness over what was happening was the person in front of her.

"You're so good at being here"

As if checking Lothar's situation carefully, it took a while before Hermione took up his words and answered.

Her eyes were full of complexity, uneasiness and confusion

"Actually, you should have some guesses in your heart, right?"

"As smart as you are, can't you really see some things hidden under the surface?"

Lothar smiled softly, with a hint of cunning in her laughter.

Like a snickering fox, unusually cunning.

Hermione put down the hand holding her wand, straightened her body, and looked at him with her head held high.

She put away all the complexity in her eyes, leaving nothing but calmness.

In this conversation with Lothar, she wanted to take the initiative.

Lothar looked at all this quietly with a smile on her face.

Although both of them had taken a pose, no one spoke immediately.

They both wanted to wait for the other person to speak first.

A feeling of silence permeates this place, a small bed and its surroundings.

"So, the person who fainted that day was really you."

"Is it right"

Lothar stood up and poured herself a glass of water, neither admitting nor denying.

"Would you like some water?"

“It’s better to drink a cup of hot water to warm up on this cold day.”

He spoke calmly, avoiding her topic and looking at her with a calm look on his face.

Hermione opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Tonight, she suddenly felt a surge of passion.

So, she said goodbye to Harry and Ron, and followed her inner feelings and came to the school's infirmary.

Unexpected and reasonable.

Here she saw a person who didn't know how to face it.

He didn't pay attention to Lothar's irrelevant words.

Hermione looked straight at him, as if she was ready to see Lothar to death.

"Then what should I call you?"

"Lotha Kelid or Tom Riddle."

"Lotha, Lothar Kelid"

"I'm not Tom"

Lothar drank water and replied to Hermione.

He drank this glass of water for a long time.

Because he hasn't decided yet what attitude he should use to face this girl.

Like Tom Riddle, Lothar once inadvertently used magic to connect his soul with the soul of the girl in front of him.

He could roughly sense the emotion of the girl in front of him.

It was a kind of overwhelming, with complicated emotions.

Just like, he is the same at this time.

The souls are connected to each other, and they still feel it actively and directly.

This connection gave Lothar a strange feeling.

Unlike Tom, Lothar did not use her own will to color Hermione's soul.

He is just a spectator, using his own soul to see another person's soul.

Hermione felt something strange. In this place, in front of this person, she actually felt a trace of long-lost peace.

Moreover, when I heard the man in front of me say that he was not the famous Voldemort, Tom Riddle.

She actually breathed a sigh of relief inside, and the tension in her heart was relieved a lot.

"Then I'll call you Lothar."

Hermione looked directly into Lothar's eyes. His eyes looked extremely deep and full of meaning at this moment.

"No Voldemort, you killed Tom Riddle"

"Why do you say that"

"Because of the feeling"

Abruptly, Lothar took out the wand from his waist.

pointed at her

Lothar's action made Hermione's heart rise to her throat.

“It feels like it’s really a wonderful thing.”

In Lothar's eyes, the calm look was gone, replaced by an unspeakable complexity.

Before Hermione's eyes, Lothar held her wand in one hand and reached into her robes with the other.

This made Hermione's eyes flash with a hint of embarrassment, and a blush appeared on her face.

Lothar didn't pay attention to her face, but had a complicated expression.

In front of her, he took out a black notebook.

Looking at the black notebook, Lothar and Hermione felt a little strange in their hearts.

Because of this diary, their relationship becomes extremely complicated.

Because of this diary, the duel between Lothar and Tom will continue for a long time.

And because of this diary, Lothar developed a wonderful bond with Hogwarts, a magical school that has been around for thousands of years.

The direction of the wand in Lothar's hand changed and pointed at the diary.

He muttered some words that Hermione couldn't understand.

Bursts of white light flashed, and a black mist appeared above the diary, dissipating between heaven and earth.

After doing all this, Lothar placed the diary in front of Hermione.

There was a smile on his face, but his eyes were serious.

"When we meet for the first time, small gifts are not a sign of respect."

"My name is Lothar Kelid"

"And you"