Chapter 11 Resentment

Mu Yu was tossing and turning again. Love can defeat fear. Even in her darkest and most uncomfortable moments, she longed for love to take her out of the quagmire. She has endured it for a long time without doing anything to those people. As long as one person gives her a little warmth, even just a little, she does not need to fall into the abyss. She can act like a normal child in the arms of adults and enjoy a carefree life. childhood.

As a child, she realized that the only person she could rely on was herself. She solved all the troubles by herself. Only power and fear are the most useful tools.

Mu Yu pinched himself hard. She burst into tears for the first time. She was very grateful that Dumbledore had given her a single dormitory, so that no one would see her pain and struggle.

She was afraid that she would no longer be able to take off her mask, that she would not be able to respond to her grandfather's deep concern.

She didn't complain about his concealment, she just hated that she couldn't resist the darkness.

For the first time, she did not go to Tom's time and space, nor did she repeatedly dream about scenes that brought her despair.

She dreamed of a rare moment of happiness. It was the summer when she was five years old, the day before she entered school. Grandpa took her hand and led her up the hill where they lived. The evening clouds burned half of the sky red.

At that time, the setting sun was just a burning fireball in her eyes.

She held her grandfather's hand and walked all the way up. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the top of the mountain, it is a bright and hot flame, warm light.

Grandpa’s hands are warm and strong, and Grandpa’s shadow is tough and upright. She stepped on the tough and upright shadow, step by step towards the bright peak. Behind them was the gradually eroding night.

The little Mu Yu only saw that glimmer of light, and from then on, there was only that glimmer of light in her life.

Mu Yu couldn't stand the Defense Against the Dark Arts class anymore. Professor Quirrell always smells bad. She always found a line of sight staring at her.

She has long been familiar with the Absolute Sound Array and has even made many improvements. Now this formation can not only isolate the sound, but also create an illusion so that people think she is paying attention to the lecture.

She was minding her own business drawing a complicated piece of talisman paper. She began to come into contact with extremely offensive talismans. These talismans required mobilizing the elements of heaven and earth. Mistakes would occur if she was not careful.

Tom watched attentively as she sketched the piece of paper. He didn't speak until Mu Yu finished the last stroke: "Defense Against the Dark Arts is the most boring thing."

Mu Yu carefully put away the talisman: "Indeed."

Tom was a little annoyed that Mu Yu didn't show up that time. It had been several days. Didn't talk to her. Mu Yu would never speak unless he took the initiative to speak. But Tom gradually found that he was somewhat dependent on Mu Yu. She listened carefully to his every word, she was never afraid, and she was neither overly indifferent nor overly concerned about his stories. She has no false pity.

Gentleness is her mask, her disguise, and few things can break her mask.

He saw with his own eyes that Mu Yu was pretending better and better day by day, and he couldn't help but start to imitate her.

Even if he said that he led Amy and Dennis into a cave during an outing at the orphanage and scared them unconscious, it did not touch Mu Yu at all.

"Why Defense Against Dark Arts and not Black Magic?"

Mu Yu looked at him, his eyes shining when he mentioned black magic. Mu Yu opened her thick Transfiguration notebook. The textbook on Elementary Transfiguration was too old. There were many places that could make complex magic simpler.

"There are many banned books in the library. You can get in with just an invisibility charm." Mu Yu took out his magic wand, chanted a spell and waved it gently. The pencil box in front of him turned into a delicate flower of the other side.

She handed the flowers to Tom. Tom took the flower and stroked the blood-red petals: "Then you know black magic."

For some reason, when Tom said this, the burning gaze that came from nowhere made Mu Yu even more uncomfortable. Mu Yu was a little irritated: "There is no such thing as black magic and white magic. It depends on what they are used for. If it is just limited to black magic symbolizing evil and white magic symbolizing light, that would be too stupid."

Tom's words were sarcastic, and the stems of the other shore flower The stalk was about to be broken by him: "I don't see that you want to be a scholar."

Professor Quirrell finally ended the class. Mu Yu deliberately ignored his weirdness. She turned to Daphne, who was about to fall asleep, and said, "Merlin's beard, he taught a fairy spell in one class."

Daphne rubbed her eyes, she was so sleepy No, but she quickly grabbed Mu Yu's arm: "Yu, dear, let's go out quickly. I really can't stand this garlic smell."

Mu Yu followed Daphne and several Slytherin girls. They left the classroom together, complaining about Quirrell: "He is really terrible."

"A Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a troll made him faint at the Halloween dinner."

Mu Yu listened quietly, She has always maintained a close relationship with these people. These people are not purely friends with her. Slytherin people are always so shrewd and snobbish.

One of them poked Mu Yu: "Yu, Christmas is coming soon. Do you want to go home?"

Mu Yu looked at the white snow in the courtyard and unknowingly, has it been so long?

"No, I will stay in school." "

Daphne became more enthusiastic: "Then if you went to my house, your parents would have been very curious about you."

She smiled politely. Her smile was a little stiff at first, but now few people can find her flaws. . At least not for eleven-year-olds.

What was the reason why Daphne was so warm to her from the beginning?

"Daphne, thank you very much for your kindness. But I'm really sorry to bother you." Mu Yu has now learned how to express his guilt.

She made Daphne feel a little embarrassed. But it was obvious that Daphne's friends didn't think so. One of them glanced at Pansy Parkinson who was walking in front, and tugged on Daphne's sleeve: "Okay, Xiaodi, don't waste time."

They hurried forward. On Parkinson. Daphne rarely followed the crowd quickly, but hesitated for a long time. It wasn't until her partner continued to pull impatiently that she gave Mu Yu a more apologetic smile and caught up with the girls.

Mu Yu was lowering his head and concentrating on sorting out the messy books while walking. Perhaps he had ignored the changes in Daphne, or perhaps he was unwilling to notice at all.

Riddle moved his position and threw the flower he was so fond of just now on the ground, casting a thicker shadow around her.

He stayed extra long today and didn't let up until he returned to the common room after dinner.

The first-year Slytherins formed a separate circle and continued to chatter about the terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"The teaching level at Hogwarts has gotten worse and worse since Dumbledore became the principal. Quirrell can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"He's still a half-blood! This old man dares to accept any rubbish!

" Arrogance can only come from Malfoy. He said that, but every time he said two words, he would look at Mu Yu pretending to be unintentional. It was obvious that the punishment he suffered that day deeply impressed him.

Mu Yu was sitting in a corner away from the crowd, concentrating on playing the recently popular game of drawing blocks, as if he didn't care at all about what they were talking about.

Pansy Parkinson squeezed Malfoy's arm and screamed so that everyone in the common room could hear: "And the freak, why would she be sitting here if it wasn't because she was a pureblood?"

"That's not necessarily true," Malfoy lazily allowed Pansy to hold him tightly, enjoying the feeling of answering people's questions. "The definition of pure blood is not that simple."

He originally wanted to muster up the courage to continue. , the fire roared and exploded, illuminating the shadow playing with building blocks. Malfoy opened his mouth, but suddenly fell silent, even though Mu Yu never looked back.

The stacked building blocks were already at least ten levels high. Mu Yu was waving his wand to pull out another block from the top layer and put it on top. The stack of building blocks didn't even shake after this action.

Riddle was sitting opposite her, flipping through a spell book with gusto, as if he didn't care what she was doing.

Mu Yu knew that he no longer wanted to read.

She treated all of this as a game, finding pleasure in his ever-changing emotions. As long as he didn't say anything, she would never ask to break the mystery of the whole game.

He always loses.

"It's time for the wizarding world to be purged. Under the leadership of that old madman, it will only lead to decadence."

A slight shadow fell on the pile of blocks, but the tall tower in front of him seemed not to feel the danger and continued to grow. Holding height.

He doesn't look like an eleven-year-old ghost anymore.

Mu Yu's silence and ignorance made the shadow become more violent, but he had to stop at the edge of this man-made tower: "Fortunately, the pure-blood family has not given up the last dignity."

With the long-lasting indifference, this His irritability worsened, and he desperately wanted to knock down this ridiculously annoying building block tower in front of him.

A wand lay across the middle.

Mu Yu was finally willing to look up from the pile of blocks, as if he had not heard what he just said. His eyes were clear and bright, as if there had never been a trace of dust: "Practice this can improve your control over magic. If you wanted to play Grandpa before, I'm only allowed to play with this, and you're not allowed to use your hands."

She admired the anger and violence gushing out of her eyes.

"Every building block that I pulled up as a new spire thought that it was a unique top layer." After admiring the emotion in those eyes, she continued to move her gaze to her masterpiece.

Emotions were resolved by soft words, and it was difficult to express them no matter how much they were mobilized.

The shadow moved a little further away from the tower.

"Childish."

His voice was indistinguishable over the sound of rushing water and the fire in the lounge.

Mu Yu ignored his disdain.

"Do the building blocks know that I am controlling them? Do they know that I am their master and that I can decide their shape and style?" She looked at the pile of building blocks as if it was some valuable academic topic. "The building blocks on the bottom can feel pain." Do you know that their only value is to provide more top floors to make my tower taller?"

She held her chin, actually thinking seriously.

With a crash, she pushed gently, and the perfectly constructed and beautiful building block tower collapsed. She swept it again and easily threw all the blocks into the fireplace. The flames burned fiercely, as if the entire underground resting place had been destroyed. The room was on fire.

In the firelight, she showed the sweetest and most innocent smile to Riddle: "I don't think they know it."

The fire illuminated the brightness of the smile, which also made Riddle see the threat clearly. Almost instinctively, he wanted to reach out and pull something out.

The smile faded with the flames. She returned to her usual calm self-possession, and the scene just now seemed as if it had never existed: "I have to deliver medicine to Professor Snape, so I won't accompany you."

Riddle also couldn't tolerate too many gaffes, and his figure followed him. As the flames subsided and faded, the hand that had been trying to pull out something just now passed through her hair: "Goodbye," he said in a long tone, "Oh no, we will definitely see you again."