Chapter 109:

On the weekend after the confrontation, Mu Yu did not join the crowd in the Three Broomsticks to celebrate the Warriors' victory. She appeared in a place no one expected.

The changing situation is gradually affecting every corner, leaving the left-behind area alone. She stepped on the mud that never seemed to be cleansed, bathed in the silver light of the King Cobra, and was surrounded by people whose faces could not be seen clearly in the bottomless night. They worshiped the patron saint in an orderly manner and presented offerings. It was obvious from a glance that similar things must have been done more than once.

It was dangerous to return to the east at this time, but she had to come back, otherwise even Shen Yi would dare to occupy her pasture.

The leader was the first lamb to come close to her. The silver light illuminated his pupils, clearing away the turbidity and exposing the desire within them.

"You answered our prayers and have been guiding us to gain strength." He looked at the King Cobra floating in the air with lust and worshiped his desire devoutly. "And they said that it was the Shen family that saved us. Their generosity allows us to survive, and now we should be grateful to sacrifice our lives for them."

The patron saint did not speak, and the figure was hidden in the halo.

After a brief pause, he began to cry bitterly, and the crowd began to cry as if they had received a signal, forming waves on the dirty land. It was only then that the majesty of the crowd could be glimpsed in the night.

"They are turning their backs on you, they want to take away our ideals, they want to take away our hopes, they want to re-judge our darkness and show us a clear way," he begged with tears, but the sadness could not be concealed. Excitement, hatred, expectation, "Our power is driven by you, and our ideals are left to you to guard."

"They are building palaces for themselves, they are shaping golden statues for themselves, and they will not hesitate to trample your flesh and blood for this," Mu Yu caressed the warm patron saint, and the warm light blurred her original tone, "Kunlun stands high in the snow-capped mountains to save the common people, and monks live in the temple to cultivate the way of self-immortality."

She enjoyed the growing prosperity in the leader's eyes. of greed.

"Open the gate of Kunlun, save your souls with the treasures accumulated over thousands of years; break their palaces and golden bodies, and recast your ideals with gold and jade." She stroked their foreheads as always, still without bias, "I just need Your will."

The leader trembled and bowed deeper, as if the secret cry in his heart had finally been answered. He didn't care about anything. He didn't understand anything about will or belief. He only saw one reason. A guide: "We have always been your most loyal flock."

Mu Yu ignored the loyalty he tried to express and walked to another group of people who had been independent in a corner. Naturally, she took the risk to rush back. thing.

This group of people also stared at the patron saint, and even the postures of worshiping desire were so similar.

"You have the most powerful power and the most extraordinary talents. You have been selected to go to a distant place. You may not be able to show your face in the sun again. You may not be able to return to your hometown in this life. It is too late to regret now."

No one spoke. Not even extraneous movements. Behind this small group of people were wolf-like gazes, and growing jealousy spread in the air. Everyone was waiting for someone in this group of chosen people to make a mistake, even if it was just a slight sound. cough.

There was no movement.

She knew it.

The sky will turn white when she returns to Hogsmeade. She sits alone on a tree on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, waiting for the students who come to Hogsmeade for carnival on the weekend. Then she can blend in with the crowd and pass the Whomping Willow. Enter the school through a secret passage.

Covered by layers of branches, one could vaguely see a corner of the roof of the screaming shack not far away.

The sky above was gloomy, and the woods were shrouded in mist. Hogsmeade, still sleeping, could not be seen behind, nor could the intricate paths extending forward be seen forward.

"It's a pretty good curse." When she had sorted out all her thoughts, she seemed to have the time to realize that something was wrong around her, but she didn't panic at all. Instead, she sat back on the tree trunk more leisurely, "I think it took a lot of energy from you. "

As soon as she opened her mouth, the gray mist became more solid, gathering from all directions. The mist gradually turned black every inch closer, and when it spread to the roots of the big tree where she was sitting, she was surrounded by thick ink-like mist. However, the fog stopped there, and the tree she was sitting on seemed to become a vacuum in the entire forest. No matter how thick the fog surges, we can't advance even half an inch.

A black smoke suddenly emerged from the fog and hit her from behind. In just a few seconds, she drew a symbol with incredible speed with her left hand, and grabbed her right hand behind her. The smoke attacking her passed through the palm of her hand. Not only did it not cause any harm, it also turned into a sharp sword in her hand. . With a flip of his right hand, the long sword shrouded in black energy was thrown directly into the open space in front of the tree. After a sharp sound, the sword tip went straight into the soil and made a dull sound.

The remaining exposed sword blade was still shaking slightly.

She didn't even take the wand, but leaned against the tree trunk again, adjusting to a more comfortable position: "I don't want to fight you here."

Things never went as she wanted.

The surrounding black mist surged more violently, and no matter how violent it surged, it could not touch her at all. A black mist blew in the woods again. When she saw this black mist, she frowned slightly, and then she took out her wand and pointed it lightly at the ground. It snowed just the day before yesterday, and a thin layer accumulated on the ground. Following her guidance, it rose up and became entangled with the black mist.

Her left hand was not idle, and she quickly drew symbols. The sword she had just thrown on the ground was also pulled out, turning into dots of black dots and heading towards the black mist.

Even in this way, the black mist can rush left and right under the siege.

She drew the wand in an even more exaggerated arc: "Trapped." The surrounding fog also moved closer to the center. Only then did the black fog show its decline. It fell from the air and rolled several times on the ground before revealing its human shape.

"Little bastard!" There was only one person who could call her so angrily, "Just like your vile half-blood mother! A rat in the gutter! Only knows how to play tricks!"

Bellatrix fell to the ground, except for being doused on her head. The expression on her face was not that embarrassing, but this was doubly insulting to her.

Before she could take out the wand again, a red light hit her wrist again, knocking the wand away and falling into Mu Yu's hand. At the same time, a strong force directly pulled her and threw her onto the tree trunk, nailing her firmly to it.

Half of the thick fog dispersed, and the remaining half drew a circle around the tree, surrounding the two of them.

Even in Azkaban, no one dared to humiliate her like this.

"Bastard! Bitch!" she screamed nonstop, "Where did you go to inform Dumbledore, or did you just cry and let those Orientals like you make the decision for you? You are indeed a traitor, and I will tell him."

It seemed . Proud of her discovery, she gradually calmed down and smiled sinisterly: "You have no loyalty. He will never be soft on a kid like you who only knows sweet words. I can't wait any longer..." "

Then Go ahead." Mu Yu was very direct and without any guilt, which made Bellatrix speechless.

Angrily, she gradually wanted to move her hand to the mark, and she was still cursing: "Only good at despicable and shameless Eastern tricks! Coward! You don't even dare to duel with me..."

When she started to curse, Mu Yu easily moved from He jumped down from the tree and landed in front of her. He raised his hand and slapped her without hesitation.

This hit stunned her, and it took her a while to realize that the dirty mixed-blood in front of her actually hit her.

"How dare you..." She still seemed to be in disbelief, and then struggled even more fiercely. Mu Yu shook his body and was almost unable to hold it down. She shouted even more sharply, "You bitch without a mark! Dirty half-breed! You..."

Before she could finish her words, Mu Yu spoke again. If looks could kill then she would be cut to pieces by now.

"Are you awake or not? I can continue to help you wake up." Although he slapped her twice, there was no anger on Mu Yu's face. Until now, he was still talking softly, and he didn't act like he was caught. Those who have been caught, "Have you done what you should do? Remember, you are still locked up in Azkaban in the eyes of others. Azkaban felons suddenly appeared in Hogsmeade, and suspected The duel between dark wizards, I have already thought of the title for the Daily Prophet..."

"Based on your status and your bloodline, what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson?" Bellatrix looked at her with wide eyes and hatred, "Black Lestrange is the oldest and most noble pure-blood, and you, who was born in a Muggle slum..."

"When the Mu family started, I don't even know where the soul of the Black ancestor was." Qingpiaopiao's words are undoubtedly another one. An invisible slap fell on Bellatrix's face, and her face turned pale. However, Mu Yu's next words filled his throat with anger, making him unable to swallow or swallow.

"All the clans in the East are like this, so what if they have gone through thousands of years?" Mu Yu ignored her slightly confused anger, "The path that should be taken and the methods that should be used have been exhausted. After struggling for thousands of years, all the Dharma veins have been handed over to others. The life and death of the children of the clan have become a piece of meat on other people's chopping boards. "

That's the stupidity of these Oriental guys. She originally wanted to speak out, but couldn't say a word when she met those dark eyes.

"Do you want purebloods to be like this? Repeat the old path of the Eastern clan and entrust their survival and the fate of their descendants to..." Mu Yu seemed to burn a hole in her, "Hogwarts or to be more specific, Dumbledore "

Don't even think about it!" She trembled when she mentioned Dumbledore, "That old madman who protects Mudbloods and Muggles, don't think about it! Norway already has a potion, and they are destined to be trampled under our feet!"

"What the hell ?" Mu Yu took a few steps closer to her, "The potion is limited. It takes a little wizard more than ten years from birth to adulthood. These ten years are enough for them to unite all forces, goblins, house elves, and even Muggles to fight back.

" But Mu Yu didn't give her this chance: "I know you think those creatures are humble." She grabbed Bellatrix's chin and forced her to look at her. "There are many ants and can kill elephants, and rabbits can also kill them." Can bite people. Tell me, who can trample such a team under their feet, those pampered and almost useless wallflowers? Who can tame them into slaves and smelt them into stepping stones?"

Mu Yu let go of her and softened. His tone changed: "He lived in Albania for thirteen years, and time and time again he said that he would create the most ideal kingdom for pure blood. He guards your ideals and understands your beliefs. You will eventually become the people closest to God. , became the object of worship for thousands of people." She would not miss the enthusiasm in Bellatrix's eyes.

"You have been squatting in Azkaban for more than ten years, so you are commendable for your loyalty. But he has gone further," her voice sounded particularly feminine in the misty mist. "You have to catch up with him and let him go." He will continue to see you and continue to be the person he trusts most. Actions like today will not help you, it will only make you go against him..."

As she said this, she returned the wand.

Bellatrix suddenly laughed foolishly: "If you hadn't accidentally set me up today, otherwise you would have seen what a real Cruciatus is today, little bastard." She could barely move, and on the first Immediately, she grabbed Mu Yu's collar and said, "You don't understand him at all. You only flatter him."

Her eyes were crazy and confused: "Just wait, today's business is not over. I will replace you, I will You are the closest to God, and I am the most docile lamb crawling beside Him. At that time, I will break your bones into pieces and nail your head to the gate of Black’s old house like that house elf.”

Mu Yu did not resist her actions, nor did she plead not to tell anyone about what happened today. On the contrary, she smiled brightly and tilted her head: "Then I will wait."

Such a smile made her Even more annoyed, there was not much he could do against Mu Yu for the time being, whether it was for the overall situation or other reasons, so he had to throw her away: "I hope you won't cry and beg me then."

She phantomed away silently.

Mu Yu leaned on the tree trunk and looked at the direction in which she disappeared, the smile on his face never leaving for a long time.

Little did Bellatrix know that she had no interest in being an ignorant lamb wandering the pastures.

From the time she walked back to the castle to the next few days, she was in a very good mood. Being bumped into by Bellatrix was indeed an accident. She had even thought of her words, and she really couldn't wait to enjoy the explosion. However, when there was no follow-up in December, her good mood could no longer last.

The first big snowfall at Hogwarts finally came belatedly in early December. The fluttering snowflakes seemed to have chosen such a quiet night. The black lake and the night completely merge into one in the darkness. Durmstrang's snow-covered ship became the only blurred and hideous dividing line between the two.

"You've been standing here for almost two hours."

"I'm not cold." Mu Yu put her hands on the railing. She had been standing here since dusk. There were so many things to think about and weigh, yet whether she was in the Room of Requirement, in the Slytherin common room, or on the shores of the Black Lake, it affected her thoughts.

She would unconsciously picture what the Room of Requirement once looked like—the courtyard full of Hibiscus flowers; the fireplace in the common room would make her drowsy, and in the mist, the weak flames of the old Riddle house would begin to dance; The sound of the lake's gurgling water forced her mind to focus on the waves of Alesund.

Only the cold tower could keep her absolutely awake. At least here, the black lake had an edge, and beyond the edge stood the distance.

Helena stood aside silently. She was still wearing the sky blue dress, which had probably not changed for hundreds of years: "You have indeed changed a lot. It seems like you have finally found what you really like and what makes you happy. "She floated over the railing and looked directly into Mu Yu's eyes, "But you are no longer the little girl who was curious about everything when you first entered school."

"You like it here very much," Mu Yu said without evading those eyes. , there will always be slight ripples in those eyes when looking at her. She lay on the railing and looked up at the sky slightly, the snow kept falling, "People are always changing. After strong curiosity, only thinking is left. Curiosity makes people impulsive, but thinking makes people restrained."

Helena Getting even closer to her, so close that the transparent ghost body was about to pass through her: "Even if I become a ghost, I always think about it. A question has troubled me for a long time... For example, why are two people who are not related by blood like this? We haven't spoken for a long time, but your presence reminds me of that boy all the time..."

A snowflake floated leisurely into the tower and landed on Mu Yu's lips,

as soft and gentle as that day... Ice cold.

"I'm not here to chat with you tonight, little girl." Helena floated back to the tower again. "I know you will come here one day. I'm here to say goodbye to you."

"You have to leave."

"No, no, no," the ghost's soft and ethereal voice echoed in the empty tower, "I am the ghost of Hogwarts, this is my home, my destination. It's you who are leaving."

Mu Yu's left hand began He kept turning the ring on his right hand.

"The longer ghosts stay in Hogwarts, the deeper their bond with Hogwarts becomes." Helena's hand passed through the wall. "I sometimes can't tell whether I am me or have become this place." Part of the castle. So the ghost will be particularly sensitive. I can feel that you are gradually separated from the castle. I have seen more than one student like you-Hogwarts is no longer your way."

"My mother or he should. You talked about a lot of things in the East." Mu Yu's hand left the ring at this time.

"Except for wisdom, no other traits of human beings are in common." Helena's transparent hands touched her eyes again, as if there were treasures that attracted her, "Olivia once asked me to take care of you, and I failed. Her instructions. Those students have different reasons. As for you... little girl, you are too sensitive

. A little snowflake condensed on the railing, and she lightly touched her lips with her fingertips.

"Do you know how I died?" The ghost's disembodied voice suddenly became a little heavier at this time.

This is the most taboo topic for all ghosts. There was a trace of surprise in Mu Yu's eyes, but it quickly turned into indifference.

Helena didn't care about Mu Yu's reaction. She said to herself: "I disobeyed my mother and fell madly in love with a man. My mother asked him to come to me, but he had a bad temper... So... ….I’m actually not very good at judging other people’s feelings, but the look in your eyes now is so similar to mine at that time. No matter what path you’re on, who you pretend to be in your heart, or whether you admit it or not. , everything is destined to have no ending, just like me back then."

The ghost no longer felt sad when describing the past. The wound has always been there, but a hundred years have been enough to numb it.

"After she finished speaking," Mu Yu curled her lips, she gripped the railing tightly, "I understand what you mean. You are admonishing me not to alienate myself from Hogwarts. This is always my second home. But I have long since There is no home, and even fantasizing about a home is all an illusion. So if you want to say goodbye, then say goodbye, Helena. I am not like Olivia, who is filled with shadows. My ending must be controlled by myself. "

She was not angry, and even laughed, like an adult waiting for a child to make a fool of herself: "Then it's time to say goodbye. It turns out that the tower is so popular.

" A silvery white spot disappeared into the dark corridor.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the cold air. Shen Qitong stumbled up the stairs to the tower. As soon as she came up, most of her body lay directly on the railing. Her cheeks were red, and she didn't know how many bottles of wine she had drank.

Mu Yu took half a step back to support her. She always played the role of a gentle and considerate friend perfectly in front of outsiders: "Qitong, Qitong, you drank too much. Do you want me to take you back?"

Shen Qitong Looking up at her, he paused for a long time and seemed to recognize who she was: "Xiao Yu, you are here too."

"You are drunk," Mu Yu said calmly, "It has been several days since the competition. It seems too late to have a party."

"I'm not drunk," Shen Qitong leaned on the railing and looked up at the snow. "Look, it's snowing."

She stubbornly refused to move an inch. At this time, Mu Yu completely gave up on sending her back to the temporary residence where the representatives from Jiuzhou were staying. She echoed, "Yes, it's snowing."

"It's not as heavy as the snow in Kunlun. Kunlun...it's already snowed in the mountains in December. ," she spoke with some difficulty, and it seemed that she had drunk a lot, "The Shen family has always been in the south, and there is no snow in the south. When I was a child, in order to make me happy, my grandfather used magic to cover the backyard with snow. The snow was very pure, better than real snow. The snow is even whiter..."

"Yes, it rarely snows in the south." Mu Yu looked up at the sky with her, but the opposite colors were reflected in his eyes of the same color.

"Shen family...Shen family..." She began to mutter to herself, and Mu Yu felt cold liquid flow into her palm. Shen Qitong is crying.

"The capital of Xianghai has been occupied." She suddenly said this sentence without any beginning or end. Mu Yu's eyelids jumped because they moved so fast.

"What's wrong with the Shen family?" Mu Yu quickly recovered from the brief shock.

"My family doesn't want me anymore. No, it's me who doesn't want that family anymore. No, I never thought about not wanting my home. I can don't want anything, but I just can't want my home. Yes, it's because they don't want me. Xiaoyu, grandpa You don’t want me anymore.”

Mu Yu stopped her, and a lot of things could be inferred from her seemingly illogical words.

She was using gentleness as a weapon again: "How could it be possible? How could I not want you?"

Shen Qitong waved her hand away, tears flowing even more fiercely: "How could grandpa do such a thing, how could he do this?"

Mu Yu gently wiped her tears, but in the shadows there was a trace of sarcasm in his eyes: "Well, he is not right."

"There are new forces behind it, new well-trained forces with ulterior motives," even if Even when she was drunk, Shen Qitong's thinking in this regard was particularly clear, "Grandpa is confused. Those people have a strict order. Being able to form a strict order can only mean that this group has a unified thought... How could he still think... "

What do you think?" Mu Yu put his arms around her shoulders again, with a hint of seduction and persuasion in his gentle voice, "Is there anything he doesn't know?"

It was rare that Shen Qitong saw this issue better than Shen Xu needs to be clearer.

"Xiaoyu, is it worth it for the influence of an empty surname?" Shen Qitong did not answer her question directly, but smiled bitterly, "Grandpa brought me up step by step. It was he who enlightened me, and he was the first to teach me. The truth of being a human being. I hope he is safe and healthy. It doesn’t matter what our last name is. I only know that we are a family, a family connected by blood. Why don’t they understand this? "Family, only an empty surname is left, what's the meaning?"

If she had known what Shen Xu said at the grave two years ago, she didn't know if she would still keep talking about the family.

"It's meaningless, it's meaningless at all," Mu Yu whispered in her ear, "You're right, Qitong. You're not wrong at all."

"I just realized that Master has been burdened with too much," from Chen Qi The strength with which Tong pinched Mu Yu's hand showed how much she was struggling, "Xiao Yu, he told me a lot of things. For the sake of the world, you must see it and feel the suffering of the people in the world before you can ask for his life. Asking for life is not the right thing." To make decisions for them, but to lead them to make decisions for themselves. The people behind them took advantage of their suffering and made them unable to make decisions for themselves anymore. Xiaoyu, I don't quite understand..."

Ning Yue really wants to let Shen make decisions. Qitong accepted the heavy responsibility, but never thought about whether a person who had never been familiar with worldly things could bear it when he suddenly found that his closest relatives were alienated and accepted so many things.

"You're drunk and it's late. Let me take you back." Mu Yu helped Shen Qitong, who was about to fall asleep, and walked down the steps of the tower. She was extremely calm, as if Shen Qitong's words just now had not touched her at all.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, Shen Qitong's words began to be vague: "I love this world. What I love is its jaggedness and diversity. If there were no differences..."

Mu Yu followed her words. Continue: "Then what will you do?"

"I will fight in various forms..."

"Even your grandfather will stand on your opposite side."

"I don't know... I don't recognize him."

Mu Yu supported him . Her strength slackened.

Their ways were different from the beginning.

A person stood at the foot of the steps for who knows how long. With the help of the weak torch in the corridor, Mu Yu could clearly see the person coming: "Mr. Garcia, what are you doing here?"

The firelight danced on Phil Garcia's handsome face. He glanced at the person she was supporting and asked gently and politely: "We warriors went to Three Broomsticks for a drink today. I didn't expect Miss Shen's drinking capacity. Need to Can I help?"

I'm afraid they were the only two of them.

"Thank you, but I can do it alone." She found that when she refused, Phil Garcia's half-stretched hand retracted slightly stiffly, "It's already very late, you are not familiar with Hogg Watts, just go back first. It's not pleasant to be caught by Administrator Filch."

Looking down from the tower, there was no light in the cold winter night. The fireflies flying on the lawn in summer have been buried under the soil before the first wave of autumn wind blows.