Chapter 101 The Candy

Screaming Shack is even more dilapidated and gloomy than last year, and the passage of time has once again corroded this shaky house. Layers upon layers of dust, tattered furniture, and creaking floors all indicate inevitable decay.

"Tom." Mu Yu could always find him easily. He has long been accustomed to avoiding any possible light, standing in the darkest corners, blending with decay and darkness.

no respond. Mu Yu didn't expect his response, and she didn't want to ask him why he took the risk to come to Hogsmeade. This place is too close to Hogwarts, especially now that all the principals of several colleges are in Hogwarts. Once discovered...

"We are not the only ones who want to win over the giants." Tom Riddle said after a long silence. After speaking the first sentence, even in the dim scream shack, he could clearly see Mu Yu raising his eyebrows in interest.

He brushed off a wisp of dust from his robes in disgust, his cherishment of this new body reaching an almost pathological level: "Avery ran into that idiot Hagrid when he went to the giant colony."

"They know who. He is the one who can bring them benefits," she concluded. "Will the giant still fall to Dumbledore?"

Otherwise, she really couldn't think of anything else that would warrant Tom's special trip to Hogsmeade to find her.

"Whoever allows them to do whatever they want is the one they turn to. They can only hold so little in their heads." He grabbed her hand without warning, "I will go to Azkaban tomorrow. Release them and my real family will be reunited."

His tone was really weird. Even though she knew that those people were probably not even human beings in his eyes, she still felt that the word family was poking at wounds that would never heal.

She subconsciously wanted to let go of him, but gave up the idea when she discovered that Tom was apparating with her.

They appeared silently on a remote and dilapidated street in London. The hustle and bustle of the streets in the city center not far away gradually squeezed into this cramped space.

"Go home next week."

When Mu Yu first hit the ground, he felt a piece of coldness fall on his earlobe, disappearing in an instant like falling raindrops.

He used the word again.

However, when she realized where Tom had brought her, she had no time to think about what to say.

She had only glanced at this street briefly, and it was the place she tried so hard to escape from. Memories that you want to forget are like trees that stubbornly take root in your mind.

It was here that Olivia gave birth to her, in the apartment building at the end of the street that was dirty, chaotic, and even had shady dealings at night.

Now she saw only a mess of ruins in place of the building.

"I did it," Tom Riddle's voice, hissing like a poisonous snake, echoed in Mu Yu's ears. He held her hand tightly and dug his long nails into her palm, as if he could hold her captive. He was firmly in control, "Just three days ago, I did it myself. Yu, I am no longer allowed to look back at your past, and I am no longer allowed to linger on your past."

She could only be like him, without any relatives. , there is no past, only the eternal future.

Mu Yu looked at the ruins in the distance. The people around him seemed to have been accustomed to such accidents for a long time. No one even wanted to take a second look there. She blinked, and Olivia's memory flashed before her eyes frame by frame. The gentle face gradually merged with the image of her mother she had imagined before, and then disappeared in the memory.

She seemed to hear the howling wind on the tower that night again. Mu Yi guided her maliciously in Kunlun Ruins: "He couldn't do anything to you..."

He should have understood. Ning Yue and Dumbledore grasped her only weakness time and time again, trying to pull her back to the light.

But she won't go back, and she can't go back. He should know this better than anyone else.

"Tom Riddle, you madman," Mu Yu returned to hold his cold hand and repeated the sentence she had said several times, "I am past the age of remembering the past. But I still promise you, madman."

As long as He can afford the price.

They did not apparate back to Hogsmeade again, Tom Riddle pulled her and continued towards the end of the street. Despair and poverty have crowded out the bustle and joy, turning every brick and tile here into a gray and decadent color. While passing by the ruins that had not been dealt with, Mu Yu saw several young people still rummaging around in the ruins that were full of rotten bricks and tiles.

"They have learned how to find food since they were born, and those with extraordinary talents even learned to rob and lie." Shen Xu's words suddenly lingered in her ears.

There are too many so-called "left-behind areas" in the world. They grow like pimples in busy corners and are ugly. But once acne worsens and becomes pus, it can overturn prosperity.

"What are you thinking about?"

They were walking through the last dilapidated and dark alley at this time. At the end of the alley was the bustling city. The bustling city overlaps with the war-torn London fifty years ago to form a figure that has been broken in time.

This short and fragile life deserves to be ended as soon as possible.

Mu Yu turned her head to look at the person standing next to her, as if the gloomy and cruel feeling just now was just an illusion. Tom was very considerate and patient when he needed to be, he was born to be good at it. At this moment, he was smiling softly, waiting for her answer.

It's all disguise, but the essence under the disguise never changes.

"No matter how short or fragile a life is, it has its own unique value. Allowing them to die with satisfaction and ideals after exerting their value is the greatest kindness to them."

She was not only answering the question that she avoided three years ago, but also confirming that Make sure what she sees is not a shadow of nothingness.

The cold, slender hand held her tighter.

At this time, the sweetness of candy has filled the streets and alleys of London.

Tom Riddle suddenly realized that he was no longer satisfied with holding Mu Yu's hand. He was greedy for the fleeting tenderness that morning. In the real London, the desire that turns over and over gradually ferments and metamorphoses into an invisible fire on the approaching Halloween night. Just like the tower and Alesund two years ago, it spreads to his limbs and bones. His soul forges poison that has no cure.

He is familiar with desire. This is the weapon of old. He could use that look to sweet-talk silly girls and get them to reveal all their secrets to him, and he could also use that look to please Hepzibah in order to get Hufflepuff's golden cup.

When he becomes truly powerful, when no one dares to mention his name easily anymore, desire will only become a weakness, a weakness. There was no need for him to find someone to vent his feelings to. What other way to vent his feelings was more satisfying and heartfelt than killing,

but the desire born from the warmth and softness was completely different. He couldn't use it, because simple bewitchment could no longer deceive Mu Yu, and he couldn't deceive him. After discarding it, he couldn't help but think about the question Mu Yu left for him. Who was she?

They were already walking on the bustling main road, and the sound of the gurgling water of the Thames River was already close at hand. The rich bells came from the clock tower and spread into London's leisurely and lively afternoon.

"Will you come?"

He was actually sending an invitation seriously, waiting for someone's reply.

Mu Yu was the most sensitive to his abnormality. Just when she was about to speak, he had already pulled her and moved silently through the crowd again.

The top of the clock tower encompasses most of London, and from a height, the gurgling Thames seems to have stopped.

Mu Yu sighed and let go of her hands. Just now she could feel the temperature gradually rising in her hands that were supposed to be cold. This made her extremely uncomfortable. Even though two months were about to pass, she still couldn't get over it. After a day of excitement, she came to her senses: "Together."

This was her reply.

Only the melodious sound of bells remained on the silent rooftop.

They were now standing together on the top of the tower - a place where no one could see, overlooking the city that would be controlled sooner or later.

She tried her best to calm down from the impulse, but in reality, accidents, big and small, always happened.

Something suddenly appeared in my hand. She traced the shape over and over again, even though she already knew what it was the first time, but she just didn't want to look at it.

The first one, the second one, the third one...until a handful was forced into her hand, forcing her to take a look.

Spread out and rolling on the palm of your hand are colorful candies of all kinds.

Naturally, the candy is not hot to the touch, and the outer candy wrapper is still a bit irritating. However, the heat of the apple pie three years ago seems to have only reached the palm of my hand through time and space.

That layer of warmth penetrated the epidermis and penetrated deep into the blood, boiling in every cell and every bone marrow connection. It was so hot that she felt dizzy, and only the silhouettes of London seemed to be left with the clear outlines under her eyes.

All the hot and boiling water finally condensed into water droplets, which slipped from the corners of the eyes in the blink of an eye.

He didn't look at her, and she didn't want to look at him.

There was a long silence between them again. There were too many unknown and complicated things between them. When the topic of interests ended, no one was willing to try to move even a little bit.

It seemed that there was no benefit to talk about at this time. He knew exactly what to do and no one needed to remind him or point him out.

So does she.

The winter sunset is gradually setting in the west. From a height, the various exaggerated Halloween costumes soften the solemnity of London.

It wasn't until he was sure that the tears had dried up that there were no more traces, that he would never lose his temper again, and that he would never cross the boundary that neither of them wanted to cross, then Mu Yu said softly: "Tonight the Goblet of Fire will announce the champion. It's time for me to go. ."

All thoughts stopped when a touch of coolness touched my lips. The pale hands are like a hunter carefully testing the prey, more like a python advancing inch by inch.

In the end, he just posted it. It was completely different from that morning, but it was the same as that day. It was hard to tell how much calculation, use and impulse there was in it.

Time froze in such a brief light touch that she could clearly observe half of the setting sun sinking into the Thames River. A faint blush spread on the river, dragging the brilliance of the setting sun into the mud at the bottom of the river.

"I hate Halloween," he said as if he didn't realize what he had just done, and brushed away the broken hair from her forehead, "You said you would come back."