Chapter 110 Invitation

"The Shen family has been entrenched in the south for a long time and has luxuriant branches. All it takes is a spark to start a prairie fire." Before Mu Yu could contact him, Shen Xu came to find him. It has evolved into a conversation between her and Shen Yi for a long time. She has not seen Shen Xu for a long time, "It's a pity that you were not in Jiuzhou that day. It was a day destined to be recorded in history."

He had automatically put himself in From an absolutely high position, you are not afraid of falling to your death.

Mu Yu looked at the beeping looking glass with a calm expression: "I can imagine it. Those who ask for life for the people think they have asked for freedom and set history back on track. The person who receives the order firmly believes that this is actually the blessing of God and the gods. A gift. The history of the future will be very exciting."

Shen Xu had dealt with her not once or twice. Although he was mentally prepared for this freak, he always felt that there was a coldness that penetrated into his bones under her peaceful appearance.

He had to tense every nerve at all times in front of her.

"Without the gadgets you provided, it wouldn't have happened so quickly," he pointed out, as if he had just found out a little bit of the home court advantage. "There's a lot of movement over there."

"It will happen soon ." It's stopped." She didn't notice his demonstration, "It seems that the other clans don't have many opinions. You know where is the core, where the heart of a place is. If the heart is not aligned at the rear..."

" Without the help of the Shen family over the years, they would have died a long time ago," Shen Xu said with confidence, "Besides, do you think the current situation is still up to them?"

Mu Yu smiled softly and flicked a wisp of hair off the table. Hui: "Then I'll wait for the day when we can openly communicate with each other."

"Who do you mean by us?" When she was about to close the formation, Shen Xu suddenly raised his hand to stop her. He did not miss the slightest change on her face, "I rarely pay attention to worldly news, but this year the slogan put forward by a congressman on the other side of the ocean was particularly interesting, guarding the country's ideals..."

He paused for a moment, admiring during the pause. Yu's expression never changed, and he didn't expect to see anything from the surface. He smiled happily: "As a qualified and open-minded partner, I don't care about this. I also encourage young people to try more. , It's just..." He came closer, "It's easy to fall into the water if you step on a few boats, and it's easy to choke to death if you stuff yourself into a big fat man. Don't blame your elders for not warning you beforehand."

He didn't respond before Mu Yu could . He was the first to cut off the formation. The only thing left in the entire office was the buzzing looking glass, and the air almost solidified in this small space.

She was not angry at being offended or threatened. Instead, she looked at Shen He as if she were looking at a dead person. As an audience member who witnessed the entire conversation, Barty Crouch Jr. felt a little sympathetic to Shen.

Shutting up is the best option at this time.

"I've prepared the medicine. One bottle will last you a long time." Several bottles filled with diluted mud-like liquid were placed heavily on the table. "Save some."

Barty Crouch Jr. picked up the glass. The person behind the bottle carefully studied the sticky liquid and shook it gently: "You have a bad temper recently because of the Christmas ball."

Neither of them talked about Shen Xu.

"It's Christmas, everyone lets down their guard and just have some fun. It's a good time to escape. What do you think? Watch your box." Mu Yu's hand touched the padlock of the box, which she deliberately ignored. The word that goes with Christmas.

For the first time, Snape asked all the students from Slytherin House to stay after Potions class two days ago. It was hard for them to imagine hearing the word "ball" from Snape one day.

"The Yule Ball is a traditional event of the Competition, and it is also a good opportunity to promote international magical exchanges. The ball is only open to students in the fourth grade and above, and lower grades cannot participate unless they are invited. But the ball is just a ball. I can guarantee that if Whoever did something embarrassing to the college at the ball will have to skin toads in the potions office every day for the rest of the semester. "

It was obviously a romantic event, but Snape made it sound like he was going to test everything. Ben's antidote makes no difference. However, even this cannot affect everyone's enthusiasm, especially the girls. In addition to discussing the styles of clothes, they are now discussing dance partners. Rather than discussing dance partners, they are more like commenting on the boys of each grade.

The common room was extremely lively that night. Mu Yu never thought that the Slytherin common room would be so lively one day. As usual, she huddled on the sofa chair in the corner and read a book.

No one can disturb her when she doesn't want to be disturbed. She had enough to worry about that she almost forgot about Christmas.

At this time, she wanted to lean against Nagini's cold body to warm herself up against the fire.

"Yu, who do you want to be your dance partner?" Daphne sat down next to Mu Yu excitedly, and the upcoming dance was like a breeze that blew away the haze she had been feeling for the past few days.

"I never thought about it." Mu Yu continued to turn the pages of the book, and her hand touched the jade pendant around her waist. The dress was still left gathering dust in the corner by her. The jade pendant has long since lost its soul. Tom may still be in the suburbs of London, excited about Norway's new inventions, secretly delighted that the Ministry of Magic is gradually breaking up as they thought.

They haven't seen each other for a long time. Meeting on the Tower of London on Halloween seems like something from the last century.

He was the one who forced the dress into it. She said she would not dance with any boys...

She stopped stroking the jade pendant, and she was shocked by the fleeting thought.

Daphne and Mu Yu have been together for three full years, and she has a more or less understanding of Mu Yu's emotions. Even though the emotion just now disappeared very quickly, she caught it very quickly: "You blushed just now, tell me who you were thinking of." This

was the first time she saw Mu Yu like this. She had never been as calm as a normal fourteen-year-old girl. Daphne never thought that just a dance would reveal her rare girlish thoughts. It is normal for anyone to have such thoughts, but it should not appear for Mu Yu.

It seemed that only this was enough to convince her that this unfathomable friend was actually a human being.

Daphne's words have been buzzing in her ears like a lingering fly in the past two days, and now that Barty Crouch Jr. brings up the ball again, it only makes her more headache.

"Christmas," Barty Crouch Jr. smacked his lips. He noticed that Mu Yu would always touch the jade pendant around his waist at a specific time. "A romantic dance, a time when the heart of spring is budding. But Some people may never find the dance partner they want."

"Are you done?" Mu Yu found that her tone was filled with anger. This was not a normal phenomenon. She had always been good at hiding her emotions from others.

She can calmly fight with others, plan with others, and can freely draw big cakes for others. Even the constant threats can hardly move her at all, but she never expected that a dance party can make her confused. . As Christmas approached, it became increasingly difficult for her to control the images that kept passing through her mind.

She was already accustomed to the way she used to spend Christmas.

"That's it, so good night," Barty Crouch Jr. spread his hands, and when Mu Yu was about to step out, he suddenly added, "Your glorious deeds have basically spread everywhere. You beat Bellatrix to a pulp. "Dun, this is not just a matter of strength..."

His expression suddenly became distorted, reminding her of the Slytherin group gathering together to discuss gossip: "Bellatrix was left alone that day. We came down and talked

for a while. She was no longer a child. She was crying

just for a beating. One person’s reply.”

He said this very quickly, and looking at him he didn't want to say it a second time.

In Mu Yu's opinion, these words were Barty Crouch Jr. adding fuel to the fire. His annoyance failed to dissipate with these words, and instead turned into deeper anger.

What reply he was expecting was to kneel on the ground and kiss his robe like his "friends" and ask for his forgiveness

, but she couldn't say it. The detector in the office was buzzing non-stop, making it difficult to fully concentrate: "You can't turn that thing off."

"Only Alastor Moody can," Minibus said. Ty Crouch glanced at the big box and said, "Being a mouthpiece is not a good feeling at all."

That last sentence was simply incomprehensible.

For the first time, she completely lost her mind. Without answering, Barty Crouch Jr. walked to the door and slammed the door shut. It seemed that only by doing this could she relieve the inexplicable feeling that kept bubbling up from her heart like spring water. He was so angry that his mind went completely blank when he rushed down the steps. What was even worse was that he met another unexpected person when he walked down the steps.

"Theodore, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Curfew is still a quarter of an hour away.

The light of the torches in the corridor stretched Theodore's already thin body even longer. At this time, the empty corridor was only filled with the sound of burning bonfires.

"Professor Moody again..." He pursed his lips.

"It's okay, he's always been like this. There are many students who have been detained by him." Mu Yu was about to walk towards the common room, but found that Theodore Nott was still standing there, "If you don't go back"

"Can I invite Are you a partner in the Yule Ball?" He was as calm as if he was asking if he wanted to go to the library together. But his eyes were always fixed on Mu Yu. It didn't look like he was inviting a classmate to be his dance partner. He looked more like a gambler using his last chips to make a gamble.

"Theodore," Mu Yu sighed softly. A gust of cold wind passed through the dark corridor, blowing the torches around and extinguishing them. Her voice seemed to come from the other end of the corridor, "I'm sorry. I cannot accept your invitation."

Theodore Nott's eyebrows skipped a beat, and he became even thinner under the dim light of the fire. His lips were moving, and Mu Yu could already identify the words he was about to blurt out.

Why.

There are so many causes and effects in the world.

The word was not uttered by him in the end.

"I can see the Thestral, the creature that is responsible for pulling the carriage every year when school starts." The gambler had long expected the outcome of the gambling game, but stubbornly made the last attempt, investing one chip after another without hesitation, "The seven-year-old I watched my mother die with my own eyes."

Lu Muyu walked back to the common room hundreds of times in the past three years, and she clearly understood that Theodore Nott was going in a circle at the moment.

He was extremely out of character tonight.

"My father was a Death Eater." He said in the present tense.

"Theodore Nott," Mu Yu looked around. The corridor was still empty. She said warningly, "Now is not the time to talk about this."

"How long will it be again?" He looked at her seriously, as if Really thinking about this question, "My father didn't do anything about my mother's death, and he couldn't do anything. Of course, I believe that even if there was a magic spell that could cure my mother, he would not be willing to wave a magic wand.

" Stop talking," Mu Yu suddenly interrupted him gently. She closed her eyes. When she opened them, there was only indifference and alienation in her eyes. "Stop talking, otherwise you will regret it."

Daphne once said to Theodoro. Te was watching her in the History of Magic class, and the words he seemed to say unintentionally on the carriage at the beginning of school, that overly coincidental encounter, were all pointing to the most likely outcome.

It's just that she has lost the ability to open her heart to a stranger, and she can't forget the games that several boys wanted to play with her in the past. She understood the boys' impulses too early.

If it was an impulse, then why did

she start? She stood aside and watched the man kiss the hem of Tom's robe, groveling to him, and being extremely flattering.

But how can a gambler in a desperate situation easily listen to other people's advice?

"My mother has told me since I was a child that you must use your own head to think, otherwise you will only become a tool to convey other people's ideas," he laughed sarcastically, "However, this is what most people in Slytherin are like. They hate wizards from Muggle families and cannot keep up with Hermione Granger. All they can do is say bad words. It's ridiculous, just like my father, who would rather give up everything "You are so proud to follow a madman."

"You just said that your father is a Death Eater," Mu Yu emphasized the second half of the sentence, "That madman..."

"It's very possible that he is back," Theodore Nott said. There was not even a hint of panic when he said, "My father is really not good at hiding. Or he is too lazy to hide in front of me. He wants me to join in, but unfortunately this is impossible. I am not a warrior willing to die heroically. He Whether you come back or not has nothing to do with me."

"Really?" They passed by a floor-to-ceiling window, and there was nothing but the falling snow. "It's really rare to think with your own head..."

If everyone is like this . , then she has no way of weaving ideals for others. It's a pity that too many people are blinded by ideals and desires, and even forget that they have the most precious thing.

Your own thinking.

"On the carriage that day, I actually always wanted to ask a question." He stood beside her and looked at the snow falling outside the window with her. This was the first time he had the opportunity to stand side by side with her.

Even if it could only be a few minutes, even if she couldn't see him at all, even if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, he was willing to risk everything at this moment, just hoping that the complicated window frame could freeze the two of them together forever. At this moment.

"Yu, are you willing to leave England with me?" He stared at the blurry figure reflected in the glass, feeling particularly dazzling. He turned his head, not wanting to look anymore, but forced himself to look directly at her, "We don't have to go to Kyushu. The world is so big, there is always a place to live."

He extended the invitation again, and they all understood that the dance partner was no longer just It's a dance partner.

"Theodore Nott, you know nothing about my past." Mu Yu stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the flying snowflakes in the sky. "My past is too complicated. It's so complicated that I can't even put it into words." It was made into a complete story. It was precisely because of its complexity that I couldn't forget it. "

The gambler's final struggle was meaningless when the ending was completely revealed. Her story is shrouded in confusion and coldness. Maybe someone is lucky enough to discover a corner of it by chance, but that person will never be him.

"If I had said this to you in front of that mirror in the first year, or stood up when you hexed Malfoy, or stood up when your father threatened you in the third year, would you have been lucky enough to discover something A little fragment."

The shadow on the glass was hazy, reflecting him like an erratic ghost.

"That day...it was you." She had always wondered how the ghost could touch the door and make a noise. Now everything seemed to have the answer, but she quickly smiled at the blurred stained glass, "No."

Her past and her story lay dormant in the depressed London fifty years ago, and were annihilated in the ruins left after being bombed.

"Goodbye. I hope you won't regret it in the future." She seemed to be saying to Theodore Nott, but also seemed to be warning herself over and over again.