Chapter 103 The Price

"It seems that you are progressing very smoothly. It won't be long before the entire South is included in one fell swoop." Mu Yu sat in the room on the eighth floor and looked at the image that appeared in the air. "It seems that it was you all the time before." My cousin controls this formation."

Shen Yi, who was opposite, lowered his head when she looked over, covering up the excitement in his eyes with absolute respect: "My cousin is busy contacting the clan, disrupting Kunlun... researching weapons," before saying When he was studying weapons, he glanced at the girl and saw that she didn't even move her brows, as if she had expected it before he continued, "But I am different." As soon as

he finished speaking, Barty Crouch Jr. left. After entering, Mu Yu only glanced with his peripheral vision and focused on Shen Yi again. She shook her left wrist and quietly swallowed the sugar that was about to disappear in her mouth: "What's the difference? You both have the surname Shen."

Shen Yi did not answer directly, but raised her head, as if the respect just now was all an illusion. : "I estimate that it will take at least two years to occupy the south, but the fighting spirit generated by the pigs is more ferocious than the soldiers. What they are praying for seems to be..."

There was a crunching sound, and she chewed another candy directly. Although they were thousands of miles apart, Shen Yi shivered for no reason. The girl opposite was chewing candy and looked like she didn't know anything about the world: "What else can they pray for?"

He suddenly understood, it was just a moment of understanding. Enlightenment made him almost unable to stand.

The gifts he presented in the past few months were not real gifts from the Shen family, they were clearly his own foundation.

"My cousin is thinking about his family, or his absolutely transcendent status. But I only think about serving the gods who have given me strength." He changed quickly and immediately buried his head again, appearing extremely pious. "God is omnipotent. It can not only spread despair everywhere, but also create hope for us. We all live for God and die for it, and we will never have second thoughts."

These words are even more awesome than a stick, Mu. Yu couldn't help but laugh.

"Only those who obey me will live in peace, enjoy peace, and will not be afraid of disasters." She leisurely recited the warning she read three years ago. Shen Yi was shaking slightly, perhaps because of excitement, or perhaps just illusory courage and recklessness. , "God will not always give love and protection. The rebellious lamb will always be punished by exile. I am afraid that such a punishment is not something that a weak lamb can bear."

For a second or two, Shen Yi didn't particularly want to see it . When he saw her, he always felt that all his thoughts were invisible in front of this girl, and then he thought that she didn't have the ability to read minds.

Everything is still a long time coming.

Even true immortals always take a nap.

"It's because of you that we have extraordinary power." He lowered his head a little more, his words full of admiration.

Mu Yu did not comment on his compliment: "Then I will wait for your good news."

She cut off the connection. When the dim light from the formation dissipated, it was revealed that her face was abnormally pale. She herself went back to improving the Polyjuice Potion prescription as if nothing had happened. When I was putting in the dose of leech, my hand shook a little too much. The dose of leech was too much, and the medicine that was already very similar in color to the viscous mud suddenly turned light yellow. She emptied the bottle of Polyjuice Potion with a wave of her wand, and when she looked up again she had regained her composure.

"Dumbledore must have ordered you something." What really concerned her was said so lightly.

But Barty Crouch Jr. took two quick steps and roughly lifted up her sleeves. The movement was so fast that she didn't react at all. A piece of dead skin that was slowly healing was exposed directly under his eyes.

She was not slow to respond. Before he could say a word, she suddenly stood up, grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall effortlessly.

The gradually increasing force made Barty Crouch Jr. breathless. Fortunately, he could still laugh in this situation: "Ahem, original, it turns out that this is your secret."

With a bang, he was thrown on the ground. on the ground.

"If you hadn't been of great use, someone would have disappeared in the castle tonight," Mu Yu looked down at him, "But sometimes it's not only the dead who can keep secrets, but also people who are worse off than dead."

He told her The threat fell on deaf ears: "Tell me," he did not stand up in a hurry, but touched the place where he was pinched again and again, "What price did you pay for that resurrection?"

"Every magic has a price," she no longer said She ignored him and set up the crucible again, "With the current efficiency, it will only be one hand."

At this point, she paused and said with a hint of irony: "I can afford one hand."

Her words are always true or false. No matter whether you accept them completely or don't believe them, you will eventually fall into her trap.

Efficiency, what efficiency does she mean?

Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes flashed, and he stood up and patted the dust as if what just happened didn't happen: "Dumbledore basically told me everything. Hibiscus, the diary with traces of magic..." This time Instead, he leaned against the wall and said, "You have been at Hogwarts for three years. You can't be so honest that you don't even know a secret passage. I can help you get out. I can still send Potter to him without you." "

He actually concealed the diary with traces of magic...

" Why do you want to go out at this time?" She adjusted the formula carefully, "After Dumbledore told his most trusted confidant about my inference, I Disappear immediately are you confident enough in Occlumency or...do you think I'm stupid Barty Crouch Jr."

She called him by his full name for the first time, although her attention was still on him. On top of the brewed potion, Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly felt cold all over. Only then did he realize that this fourteen-year-old girl had killed four people alone. And what I just said about life being worse than death is definitely not something he said out of anger.

"If you are still playing boring testing games, then this is the last time I will accompany you." She gently stirred the potion, as calmly as if she was explaining today's weather. "A flower from the other side that appears in memory, a This diary, these two things can mean a lot, or they can mean nothing. He is too noble and unwilling to drag me to the principal's office for Legilimency. Of course, more importantly, he does not want to cause panic without evidence. There is no conclusive evidence. I will always be an ordinary student at Hogwarts. He originally made a good move and asked Moody to monitor me closely. Unfortunately, it was in the wrong direction. Why should I interfere in the competition? On the contrary, I want Harry Potter to live well, and even let him move towards the trophy with glory..."

"That's because you've been pretending too much in the past few years," Barty Crouch Jr. leaned on Moody's crutches. Approaching her, "Who would doubt an excellent and gentle model student?"

Mu Yu continued to stir the liquid in the pot: "Thank you for the compliment. Dumbledore only told you about Higanbana and the second grade, and didn't mention anything else."

"What tricks are you playing again?" Barty Crouch Jr. immediately asked warily.

"Ivan has a high chance of winning, and the pot of water in Kyushu is almost boiling, and Cornelius Fudge has never let us down." She talked about an unrelated topic, and then turned to the competition. "Maybe Harry will never get a chance to win the championship trophy in his life."

Her hint was obvious enough.

"If you want a second project..."

Mu Yu continued to observe the brewing of the potion in the pot, holding his chin and not knowing what he was thinking, "I sometimes can't understand ordinary people, I mean Muggles. They despise With rhetoric, he chose to believe again and again, treating showmanship as truth and ignorance as superiority. Ivan only raised the slogan of guarding the country's ideals, then delivered a passionate speech, drew a realistic pie, and took photos. With a little help from the soul monster, and no need for the Confusion Curse or the Imperius Curse, the fanatical crowd can carry him all the way in..."

"Kyushu is different," she followed his words. "The East will not place its faith on a shadow that will never be realized. Gods that can bring tangible benefits are the gods worthy of worship. What they worship is not It is better to say that it is the desire in one's own heart. Whether it is a monk or an ordinary person, only by grasping the desire in their heart can they become the eternal god in their hearts." She murmured to herself: "The dosage

has always been wrong.

Try two drops of locust juice," Barty Crouch Jr. said to her calmly for the first time. "The first project is to deal with the fire dragon. Since Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you. , seize your handle, we don’t need to be so avoidant in the future.”

“As long as Wormtail keeps an eye on your father in your original house,” Mu Yu tried to add two more drops of leech juice, and the brown color of the potion became darker. After a few minutes, she fiddled with the wand in her hand casually, "Fire Dragon, I remember there is a spell, the Eye Disease Curse, right?"

"The Eye Disease Curse requires extremely precise control of magic power. It requires Potter to fire accurately in the chaos. The spell hit the fire dragon's eyes, you are too difficult for him," Barty Crouch Jr. said with a sneer, "The other four warriors are not simple, Fleur Delacour is not a little princess who can only act like a spoiled child, Victor. Erkrum is not a fool who only knows how to play ball. It is not because of his beautiful face that Phil Garcia is a few blocks away from pure-blood family wizards. As for Shen Xitong, you know her power better than I do. Compared to adult wizards like them, Potter only has one skill. "

"Quidditch..." Mu Yu immediately responded, "You can only use the wand in the competition."

"The competition will. Extremely exciting." Barty Crouch Jr. stood up and walked towards the door, "I have another Defense Against the Dark Arts class to attend. Your life will not be so easy in this class from now on."

Mu Yu. She nodded indifferently, but when Barty Crouch Jr. was about to walk out, she suddenly stopped him: "Barty."

For the first time, she called his name calmly and even gently.

There were two people who had called him that, one of whom was now far apart from him, and the other was no longer alive.

She willingly drank Polyjuice Potion and entered Azkaban instead of him, and spent her last days in Azkaban quietly.

his mother.

Even the withered and withered appearance of the two people was strangely similar.

"It will be difficult for you to act under Dumbledore's nose. Be careful."

He had been getting along with Mu Yu for two months, and he understood that underneath her gentle surface, there was probably only use and indifference.

Weakness is her weapon, a tool used to conceal her strength and ambition.

"The last question," he didn't respond much to her concern, and his tone was as bad as usual and full of temptation, "your magic power is now far better than that of at least some adult wizards, and you don't lack the heart and means, why have you never thought about it? The question of "forming your own force"

has extremely offended the bottom line.

Not wanting her attitude to be too plain, she even took out a piece of candy in a leisurely manner, and the movement of tearing open the candy wrapper was as gentle and cautious as stirring a magic potion.

She ate Halloween candy very slowly, but today she ate two in a row.

"Boring," she answered more simply, "I don't like to be conventional."

"You will be going out in a few days. Come to my office that day." After staring at her for a long time, the malice in his words seemed to become stronger, " That's a reward for those 'heroes' who have been squatting in Azkaban for so many years. Let you go..."

He walked towards the door humming with his cane, as if his mood suddenly became better: " There will definitely be a good show by then." He beat out the rhythm with the crutch, "I won't tell anyone your secret, but you have to understand that he hates concealment and being deceived the most..."