Chapter 105:

The clock had just reached twelve o'clock when she went back. From the moment he stepped out of the fireplace, Barty Crouch Jr. looked her up and down with his magic eye, seeming disappointed that she was unharmed.

"I thought there was going to be a good show." He stood up and led her towards the common room without interest. "Back then, Bellatrix was determined to eliminate the descendants of pure-blood traitors, but how many times could she be allowed to do so?" There are not many victims. She dreamed in Azkaban that she would torture Olivia and the little boy born to that Oriental guy to death."

When Mu Yu remained silent, he whistled briskly: "Forgive me. I forgot to remind you. Your surname is Mu. I guess even if you count the dead, there are less than ten people who know the identity of your mother. Unfortunately, Bellatrix is ​​one of them. I will definitely treat you unmercifully."

"I always thought you had grown up a bit." This place was very close to the common room. When he was about to reach the door, Mu Yu sneered after seeing him finish. "I have a lot to do. You have to think about it, you don’t have time to fight with a madman."

She said the command and closed the door: "Good night."

Little Barty Crouch was not surprised by her indifference, and held the door to close with one hand: " I stayed in Azkaban for thirteen years for one person, and when I came out, I found that someone else had quietly taken over the previous position during these thirteen years. Anyone else would be crazy."

His words were too provocative . , as if they were afraid that the fire was not strong enough, so they desperately added firewood to the fire.

"This is the last time I will tolerate you saying these stupid things," Mu Yu calmly pried his hand away from the door. "Next time, you will go back to your old residence and act stupid against the dementors."

She slammed the door. , unwilling to say another word to him.

The auditorium the next day was busier than ever. It should be said that people from other houses had not been quiet since Harry was selected as the Hogwarts Champion. Hufflepuff believed that Harry had deprived them of the century-old honor that should have been theirs by cheating, Ravenclaw believed that he had gained the title of warrior through dishonorable behavior, and Slytherin simply did not want to see him. He is good.

"What is this?" Mu Yu just sat down next to Daphne and saw Malfoy shaking a big box and handing a bright red badge to everyone on the long table as if wholesale.

This was the first time Malfoy had shown off proudly in front of her. I don’t know if Lucius Malfoy had reminded her on purpose. He had been avoiding Mu Yu since the beginning of this semester: "Watch it."

He pressed gently. He pressed the bright red badge on his chest, and a few words slowly appeared on the originally empty badge: Potter stinks.

"If you spent the effort of making this kind of badge in Transfiguration class, you wouldn't always have a few chicken feathers left in your goblet." Things in the past have been blurred into distant and broken fragments, but no matter how fragmented they are, they are still there. Leaves a trace.

Even as the instigator, it would be hypocritical to say anything more.

She suddenly didn't want to eat anything.

Daphne has been haunted since she took Astoria and Shen Qitong to London for a trip, but Mu Yu's behavior was too abnormal. You know, she has stopped paying attention to Draco and Pansy since she entered second year. She looked at Mu Yu in surprise.

"If you don't want it, don't. Why are you talking so much?" Malfoy just muttered and continued to lead Crabbe and Goyle to distribute badges to others.

Who knew that Astoria on the opposite side also said firmly: "I don't want it either."

Draco Malfoy suddenly blushed, like a hedgehog that was suddenly pricked: "You support Potter?" "

Anyone can hear his unwillingness and vague jealousy.

"I don't care how Potter became a warrior," Astoria said as she cut into the seared steak. "I won't spend my time on things that have nothing to do with me. It's that simple." "

You !" Malfoy's face turned redder, and he walked directly past Astoria towards Pansy. Astoria continued to deal with the steak on the plate as if he hadn't appeared.

Daphne just looked up and looked at the episode before, returning to her previous wandering state. The jelly on the plate had been poked countless times by her.

"Xiao Di, are you okay? You've been... since Halloween." Mu Yu asked Daphne seemingly concerned.

Daphne forced an ugly smile, and the already loose jelly was completely poked in half by her. She hesitated for a few more seconds before saying hesitantly: "The Shen family... is one of the ancient pure-blood families in the East..."

"The East does not value blood, only bloodline," she corrected her, "Although the direct lineage is clearly defined. , but it is different from the concept of pure blood in the West. "

Now even the distinction between concubines and concubines is just the last struggle of the clan.

"Qi Tong said the same," Daphne rarely raised any objections on the issue of pure blood. "Her grandfather is very similar to my father, but she told me..."

This is a question she has been struggling with. She noticed that her father As the needs gradually deteriorated, Shen Qitong's conversation with her only revealed the scars hidden in the dark.

"We should make our own choices. It is better to have a perfect curtain call at the end of an era than to be knocked off the stage by history. Is the family you understand as the abstract surname Greengrass or the family you swear to protect and live with you day and night?"

Shen Qitong said this to Astoria seemingly unintentionally when she was attracted by the Halloween decorations in the candy store.

The light words fell as heavy as meteorite in her heart.

Daphne didn't want to show her struggle in front of Mu Yu. In the past, she simply thought that getting along with Mu Yu was very comfortable. She would not easily refute other people's opinions, let alone nag her own opinions endlessly. She always listens patiently and tactfully expresses her opinions when others ask.

Even if they don't make the closest of friends, it's not a bad thing to have such a partner.

It wasn't until she grew up and became more knowledgeable that she realized that the companion she had been with for three full years was like an unfathomable black lake. Mu Yu was more like a wise man who had seen through everything and looked at them from above. The way she looked at them was not as gentle as Daphne thought, but more like indifference and disdain, or like an adult watching a child play.

Just like when her father sometimes saw her arguing with Leah, although he was gentle, he showed his disinterest from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling made Daphne feel like she was going through the motions.

"I feel... it seems that this world is very weird right now." She stumbled as she spoke, and then she couldn't continue.

"Xiao Di," Mu Yu put down the knife and fork in her hand. She had no appetite to eat anything. She originally thought that she would no longer expect ridiculous friendships between little girls, but she still remembered that Daphne took the initiative to greet her after the separation. The lively and proud girl back then was already growing up, and one day they would be at odds with each other. "You are the eldest daughter of Greengrass. You are almost fifteen years old. You can put forward your opinions and views to your father. He may not necessarily adopt them, but he will definitely consider them."

Albert Greengrass might initially It is to protect his daughter, but now his daughter's plea may not make him give up his ambition. Even if he wanted to, it's too late now. Mu Yu didn't even know the purpose of what she said to Daphne.

Is it her remaining kindness, or... is it just a hunter's play on the prey that has been caught in the net?

"It's time to go, otherwise you will be late for potions class." Daphne froze in front of the dining table as if she was petrified, Mu Yu He pulled her and said softly.

Neither of them noticed that Astoria's attention was always on them. She listened to all their conversations word for word.

Astoria clutched the strap of her schoolbag tightly as she watched them leave together.

When Mu Yu and Daphne turned around the hall, they happened to meet Harry and Hermione running quickly in front of them. Even if their voices were lowered, their conversation could be heard clearly in the empty corridor in the afternoon.

"Harry, you shouldn't refuse Sirius's offer to come to Hogwarts. He's worried about you."

"That's good, they'll have a lot more to talk about after Sirius comes. Hermione, I'm not Malfoy "Whenever I feel wronged, I rush to find my father." Harry said anxiously.

The two people walking behind looked at each other, and finally Daphne coughed lightly, otherwise they would probably be even more embarrassed. Harry and Hermione subconsciously turned around. When they saw Mu Yu and Daphne, they looked calm, and Harry felt his face burning.

"Good afternoon, see you in Potions class." Mu Yu gave them a friendly smile.

After Hermione adjusted herself, she hurriedly said: "See you in Potions class." She pulled Harry and ran towards the basement quickly.

Daphne and Mu Yu walked slowly behind, knowing that Harry and Hermione must have more to say. They deliberately gave them enough space to avoid embarrassing each other. Anyway, Snape wouldn't do anything to them if they were a little late.

"Why is that Weasley boy, Potter's best friend, not with them?" Daphne asked strangely. She was not stupid, and she quickly understood, "Because of the Tournament," she was

about to go to the devil before her eyes. At the door of the medicine classroom, Mu Yu silently nodded to Daphne.

However, their arrival was unlucky. Just as they turned the last corner, Mu Yu was staggered by Hermione who was running towards her. Even though Hermione tried her best to cover her face, they still saw that even the large sleeves could not cover it. Live front teeth.

Most people in Slytherin wore the bright red badge, and the words shone brightly in the dim light.

Draco Malfoy was smiling triumphantly at Harry, who's face turned red at this moment. In Mu Yu's opinion, Harry now wanted to kill Snape with his eyes.

Snape still looked expressionless. He just glanced at the two people who had just arrived, and then turned to Harry coldly: "Fifty points from Gryffindor, one confinement, Potter and Weiss." Come on, go to class now, or you'll be in confinement for a week."

Mu Yu could roughly guess what happened just now without asking anyone else. It was just that Harry and Malfoy had another conflict, and even fired spells at each other. , affected Hermione, but Snape did not make a fair decision.

She saw Ron leaving Harry and following the rest of Gryffindor into the classroom with a flash of his eyes, and said to Daphne: "I didn't see Goyle. Malfoy will probably sit with Crabbe. Why don't you go and sit with Pan?" "You... Yu

, this is not the time for compassion to overflow. Now almost everyone is avoiding Potter." If it were in the past, Daphne would have believed that it was Mu Yu's compassion that caused the problem, but when looking at it from another angle After examining it, she realized that Mu Yu was definitely not a person who showed off sympathy casually. So, what was her intention in approaching Potter, "in front of so many people in Slytherin."

She lowered her voice and warned Mu Yu, who But he clapped her hand and walked straight towards Harry who was alone.

Harry looked at Mu Yu in surprise, who put his schoolbag directly next to him. He did not expect that at this time, even Ron was unwilling to believe him. When almost everyone in the school regarded him as a piece of shit in the corner, Mu Yu was willing to Sit with him.

She is a Slytherin. Even Harry saw the sharp, razor-sharp gazes cast on them by the other Slytherin students.

Snape walked over slowly and said to Harry in his usual lazy tone: "Miss Mu can't save your ridiculously bad formula. For the sake of your crucible, Miss Greengrass, come here, Potter." , you go with Parkinson."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't want to trouble everyone." Mu Yu's gentle and polite tone revealed a decisiveness that could not be refused.

A ridiculous thought flashed through Harry's mind. Snape didn't look like a student talking to his teacher at this moment, but more like what he had seen before...Uncle Vernon giving orders to his subordinates.

He originally thought that Snape would be furious, but he didn't expect that Snape would turn around and leave without saying a word, leaving only a cryptic sentence: "Then you have to pay attention, Potter can turn anyone The human crucible was completely destroyed."

Mu Yu began to take out the antidote formula she had prepared, and her mind was no longer in the potion class. Once planted, seeds of doubt will only take root and sprout, never be eradicated.

Snape had been in close contact with Dumbledore. In the first year, he prevented Quirrell from throwing Harry to death and stealing the Sorcerer's Stone. He kept tabs on her, and Barty Crouch Jr. noticed something unusual about her

... It feels like she can solve all the puzzles with just one last crucial clue.

"Antidote!" Snape's uncomfortable and cold voice echoed in the underground classroom. "I want you to brew the formula carefully. After class, I will test your antidote one by one..."

Harry looked at him next to him. Would rather put the cauldron on Snape's head immediately.

Mu Yu was sure that he would be able to do this by then. She sighed, and secretly exchanged her formula with Harry's when Snape wasn't paying attention. Harry didn't react at first, but when he understood what Mu Yu had done, he immediately wanted to push the formula back into her hand: "Yu, I can't have it."

"Harry, I don't believe it was you who threw your name into the flames. Cup," of course she didn't believe it. She watched Barty Crouch Jr. cast it with her own eyes, but she still had a look of concern on her face. She glanced at the badges worn by those people, "ignore them. Very few people like them. Use your own brain to think about things."

It is this characteristic that allows her to easily weave ideals for others.

Harry had always hated the cold Potions classroom, Snape's black robe that looked like a big bat, and even the gurgling sound made after the potion was brewed in class annoyed him. However, at this time, the crucible The potion in the potion was still bubbling, and the spiral steam slowly rose and dissipated in the cold air. Mu Yu's gentle whisper brought him a strange sense of peace.

He even somewhat understood the charm of potions that Snape said.

"This recipe is very simple to make. After ten minutes, stir three times clockwise, and after five minutes, stir once counterclockwise. There will be no problem," Mu Yu said as he began to modify Harry's recipe. "Actually, your recipe It's not a big problem, but you shouldn't put so many aconite petals. Aconitum itself is toxic, and a proper dose can fight poison with poison. Excessive doses will only convert the antidote into a more ferocious poison according to Professor Snape's arrangement. Just putting a single Aconitum petal is enough."

Harry was not the only one who was watching her. She felt that Theodore Nott, who was a few rows away, was also looking at her.

She just pretended not to see it.

"I sincerely hope you can return safely from the competition. Of course, it would be better if you can perform well." She will ensure that he passes the competition all the way until he reaches his destiny. "You are no different from other warriors. It's really "Yes."

Her voice was like a soft and soothing lullaby.

Harry thought she was better suited to teach Potions than Snape. If she came to teach, he would be willing to memorize thousands of magical herbs and herbs.

For the first time, he was thankful that two Potions lessons were long enough.

However, at this moment Colin Creevey pushed open the door and walked straight towards Snape. Snape saw him and said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry sir, I have to take Harry Potter upstairs."

Colin Creevey's eager smile gradually disappeared when he came into contact with Snape's cold and stiff eyes.

"Potter has another hour of Potions class. After class, he will go upstairs."

"Sir, Mr. Bagman asked him to go. All the warriors will go. They want to take pictures."

Harry would rather live in In the Potions classroom, he would have given anything to stop Colin Creevey's final words. He first looked at Ron not far away, who was staring at the ceiling intently. He glanced at Mu Yu again, and Mu Yu pulled him gently: "Go."

"Very good, Potter, take your schoolbag and disappear from my eyes immediately." Snape almost gritted his teeth and said.

Harry had to quickly throw his schoolbag over his shoulder. When he walked to the door, he didn't even see the badges worn by Slytherins. He only saw Mu Yu looking at him encouragingly.

The haze that had shrouded his mind for a week finally dissipated.

Harry and Colin came to the door of a smaller classroom, and he immediately recognized a figure standing outside the door, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Fudge was blabbering something to a witch in a magenta robe on the other side.

"He is making his own decisions! I agree with the article you wrote about the Wizards' Union before, Ms. Skeeter, he is just a rigid old madman!"

The woman asked in a tone that made Harry extremely uncomfortable. Fudge: "Ah, Mr. Minister, thank you for your appreciation. If possible, could you allow me to ask you a few more questions about Dumbledore, especially about the new Ministry of Magic policy... I am collecting your feedback.

"Of course," Fudge cleared his throat and was about to speak, but then he saw Harry and Colin. He immediately returned to his warm smile towards Harry last year, "Harry, it's nice to see you . You. This competition is unusual. As the Minister of Magic, I am just here to inspect. Come on in, Bagman is waiting for you inside. The other warriors are here."

Harry looked at Fudge in confusion. There is a hint of concealment in his words. However, the way the woman looked at him made him even more uncomfortable. She was like a Sniff who saw gold.

"You must be the famous Harry Potter," she deliberately made her voice even shriller, "can we talk alone after Mr. Minister and I finish talking? Just for a small report. No, maybe It's not that small..."

Harry entered the small room almost as if he was escaping. The moment the door closed, he could still hear Fudge and the woman whispering.

He would rather deal with Snape in Potions class.