Chapter 112 News

No matter how the storm outside is surging, the days in the school are still passing by as usual, and the festive atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger. The empty auditorium has new tricks every day. Decorations with the characteristics of several colleges gradually began to occupy every inch of the auditorium. Now almost everyone is talking about the upcoming ball, and talkative teachers like Professor Flitwick have allowed students to play some little games in class.

But Snape could never be one of them.

The long cold winter days made Potions lessons in the cellar seem particularly long and painful.

Daphne treated Mu Yu no differently, and she had forgotten most of what happened that night.

Except what Mu Yu wanted her to remember.

On the way to the library after potions class, Mu Yu met an unexpected person.

"Harry" she raised her eyebrows and asked doubtfully, "Is something wrong?"

Since the first project, Harry Potter has become the focus of Hogwarts. As a warrior, he is simply the ideal in the minds of most girls. Dance partner. As far as Mu Yu knew, no less than three girls had invited him.

He looked very strange, as if he was being forced to fight a fire dragon again.

Harry felt even more uncomfortable under Mu Yu's gaze. He finally found such a perfect time. There were no extra people around and the road was secluded enough. But at this moment, he felt something was stuffed in his throat, preventing him from saying a word.

Time passed by second by second, and although Mu Yu was still waiting patiently for him, he now felt as if his whole body was being roasted on a fire.

He could even see a beetle flying from nowhere and slowly stopping on the mottled wall. He couldn't delay it any longer. He and Ron had agreed to find a dance partner before returning to the lounge.

"Yu, can you be my partner for the Christmas dance?"

He didn't even know how he said this sentence.

Mu Yu held the jade pendant tightly and repeated word by word: "Harry, you invited me to be your partner in the Christmas ball."

Harry felt his face burning: "Yes."

She was silent, neither agreeing nor agreeing. No rejection. In these few seconds, Harry felt like a fish stranded on the shore, breathing hard.

"I'm sorry," Mu Yu let go of the jade pendant in his hand. To Harry, these words undoubtedly seemed like a death sentence for him. "Harry, listen, I'm sorry..."

"No, you don't have to apologize. , it's me... it's too late... it's not your fault, someone has already invited you?" Harry interrupted her originally because he didn't want her to feel too guilty, but he found that the more he explained, the more something was wrong.

He would give all the gold in Gringotts to disappear on the spot.

"Listen to me, Harry," Mu Yu did not answer his question directly, her gentle voice gently brushed away the embarrassment floating in the air, "I'm not very good at dancing, and I don't like occasions like dances. Many girls want to be your dance partner, and not all of them only value the title of warrior. Find a suitable girl to dance with you. "

He won't live for a few months, and at this time, he will be pushed to death by his own hands. It would be too ironic for people to dance. And she had already agreed...

Harry was stunned on the spot. He originally thought that she would refuse because someone had already invited Mu Yu, but he didn't expect that she would say such things to him.

She seemed to be rejecting more things in disguise.

"A girl who really wants to dance with you will always show clues," Mu Yu said without paying attention to his reaction. A beetle suddenly passed by them and flew slowly towards the end of the corridor. Her eyes fell on the beetle, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

She hurried towards the end of the corridor.

Harry was still immersed in what she had just said. Girls who really wanted to dance with him would always show clues...

Once again, he thought girls were more difficult to deal with than ten fire dragons.

The beetle on the other side seemed to have noticed something. It flapped its wings desperately and flew faster. However, as soon as it flew to the lawn outside the castle, a light blue spell hit it accurately.

It fell feebly from the air, and in mid-air the beetle's figure turned into a woman, falling awkwardly on the frozen grass in winter, covered with snow and mud, completely losing the elegance that it had deliberately pretended in the past. .

"Rita Skeeter," Mu Yu walked up to her leisurely and looked at her condescendingly, "the famous reporter of the Daily Prophet turned out to be an Animagus. Even the form of an Animagus was like an animagus. A little bug that peeks into other people's privacy."

Rita Skeeter looked around in horror. No one wanted to go outside to blow the cold wind in December. She wanted to get up quickly. There was no way this little girl could do it on campus. As long as she got rid of the offensive magic...

However, she found that there seemed to be an invisible force pressing on her body, causing her to squirm hard on the cold ground.

Only then did she feel panic. If, if... this little girl revealed everything, then her career and her reputation would be completely ruined... She had offended many people, and they would not let her go easily...

without Once a registered Animagus is discovered, he will end up in Azkaban.

She couldn't stop trembling when she thought about Azkaban.

However, when he looked up from the corner of his eye, he saw that Mu Yu was looking at a photo in his hand with great interest.

The photo showed a bright-looking young man with blond hair.

This photo looked familiar to Mu Yu, and he thought about it for a long time before he remembered the witch he met by chance in Godric's Hollow Cemetery in his second grade.

Tom seemed to be quite interested in her, but unfortunately he was interrupted by someone from Norway before he could elaborate.

"Who is this?" Rita Skeeter's restraint did not relax. She seemed to be completely attracted by the appearance of the young man in the photo and asked casually. Rita Skeeter originally wanted to be perfunctory, but when she saw the wand turning in her hand, she lost her backbone.

This madman could kill her.

This is a devil.

"Grindelwald, that's the young Grindelwald," she screamed, seeing Mu Yu still standing there with a smile, almost going crazy, "I, I told you. I just went to find Bathil Daba." Saudi, the absolute freshest first-hand account, told me that Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald were the closest of friends, spending two full months together in Godric's Hollow when they were young, more than brothers. "Intimate, you, you can't imagine the possible relationship between them. I told you, I haven't seen you and that boy today, please, don't tell the Ministry of Magic about the Animagus."

I thought about using her at that time. I never thought she would be so useful in digging up news.

Mu Yu remained silent, but the pressure on her became heavier and heavier. It wasn't until her face turned completely gloomy that she said slowly: "I have no interest in the principal's personal affairs. I didn't want to tell anyone, either. You reminded me."

Rita Skeeter's face twisted for a moment, but she didn't dare to say anything.

This is a monster.

"What should be written should be written as usual," Mu Yu stood up again, ignoring her twisted expression, "I have to write it quickly. I want to see a poignant love story before the Christmas ball. The aloof girl rejected the enthusiastic Warrior... But if you dare to say one more word, make up one more word..."

She used her wand to stir up the messy and muddy curly hair: "You know the consequences."

Rita Skeeter was always quick to write when threatened. Three days before Christmas, the owl not only delivered the freshly baked Daily Prophet, but also a bunch of envelopes, all of which were smashed onto Mu Yu's desk during breakfast.

The effect was more dramatic than she could have imagined. She was about to open the envelope casually, but Shen Qitong on her side quickly snatched it away and tore it into pieces. The torn pieces of paper continued to emit white smoke in her hands.

"Can't you see the curse on it?" She said with hatred, "This is no joke. You never know what these people are thinking."

Shen Qitong's eyes were sunken and dark under his eyes. , the complexion is also sallow and sallow, and it is no longer as bright as when it first arrived. Mu Yu was not surprised at all that she looked like this. Since that day when she brought the news that most of the capitals in the south were under control, no news came out from Kunlun or the world. Some people in Kunlun were forced to stay in Hogwarts due to contracts. The situation was really bad.

"What's the matter?" Mu Yu pretended to be considerate, "Qitong, don't worry too much about me, these are all trivial matters."

She opened another envelope, which was hidden more secretly than the one just now. There are curse letters, this one is more direct. Before it was opened, it was already smoking as if it had been roasted.

"Don't." The envelope had already been opened when Daphne said this word. She knew the power of the roaring letter all too well and couldn't bear to close her eyes, but she didn't get the expected effect.

The extremely restless letter that seemed ready to explode at any moment became extremely docile in Mu Yu's hands, no different from ordinary parchment. She even read it with gusto: "It's quite interesting."

After scanning it for a few times, she brushed aside all the letters and continued to drink her porridge without changing her expression.

Daphne and Shen Xitong were not the only ones paying attention to her in the auditorium. Everyone who had read the Daily Prophet looked at her with various strange eyes, waiting for her response that would be either embarrassing or angry. However, they were destined to be disappointed. , Mu Yu was as calm as if the focus of discussion was on another person.

It was hard to tell for a moment whether she really didn't care or whether she was too calm because of her extreme anger.

Shen Qitong glanced at the envelope that was put aside. There were a few big words written on it: How dare you refuse the boy who invites you so sincerely! He is pitiful enough. He still has to cry for his dead parents every night. You This..."

You can tell what the words behind it are without looking at them.

All the suppressed worries and worries of the past few days were vented on the senders of the letters: "A bunch of nerves! Dancing is originally a love between you and me!"

The group headed by Pansy The girl giggled and commented in a voice that everyone could hear: "Let's see who will invite her. "

Before their laughter could subside, a gleaming dagger was inserted directly in front of them. The dagger penetrated several inches into the dining table and was still trembling slightly.

"Someone will invite you." Shen Qitong walked up and down unceremoniously . Looking at Pansy, "Mind yourselves. "

Pansy Parkinson shrank when she saw the dagger. The scene of Shen Qitong fighting with the Ukrainian Iron Belly was too deeply rooted in people's hearts, but like Draco Malfoy, when she was afraid, she was even more unwilling to admit defeat, especially when Shen Qitong's disdain for her appearance was obvious.

She gritted her teeth and muttered: "You are a squib that is filthier than a mudblood, a despicable thief who steals magic..."

"Apologise! Apologize immediately. !"

This scream did not come from Shen Qitong himself, but from Daphne. For the first time, she pointed her wand at Pansy: "Apologise immediately!"

Things changed in the lightning flash beyond Mu Yu's expectation. , she never thought that Daphne would pull out a magic wand for her friend. She gently pulled Daphne: "Daphne, you can't cast spells in the auditorium, the prefect is coming soon. But

Daphne shook her off: "Pansy, you must apologize." "

You asked me to apologize to her." Pansy was equally shocked, pointing at Daphne with trembling fingers, "Are you crazy?"

Finally, Shen Xitong pulled down Daphne's wand, and she pulled out the dagger stuck on the table. When Pansy came out, she took two steps back.

She didn't even look at it: "I don't know who you know something from, but the people who are participating in the competition as warriors are not the group of people who told you. It's not you." She wiped the handle of the dagger with her handkerchief as if she was disgusted. "It's unimaginable that you are still entangled in your bloodline after hundreds of years. In the East, pedigree is only discussed when buying pets. By the way, you are indeed quite pure in this regard. She

half pulled Daphne and sat back down.

The latter was still aggrieved by this: "You have achieved what you have today through your own efforts! It's not theft!"

Daphne's transformation really surprised Mu Yu. You know, In the same place three years ago, this girl was still proudly boasting about the superiority of pure blood to her,

"Okay, no big deal, just ignore them. "Shen Qitong was very open-minded about this. She thought she had heard such remarks a lot since she was a child.

"Have you found a dance partner?" Mu Yu changed the subject lightly, and when the topic of the Christmas dance was mentioned, Daphne stopped talking. Angry about what just happened.

She first looked at Shen Qitong: "I'm fine, but our warrior has found a dance partner. "

Shen Qitong fiddled with the cup uncomfortably. Under the gazes of the two people, she whispered: "Phil Garcia invited me.

"But you both are warriors. " "

Oh, I asked, they can accept two warriors as dance partners," Shen Xitong kept tapping the table with his cup at this time, "Don't ask us, Xiaodi has also found a dance partner." . There's no way you're going to stop going to prom because of the garbage Rita Skeeter wrote. "

I really don't plan to go," Mu Yu said quickly before the two of them spoke, "I didn't really want to go. That's why I rejected Theodore. I'm not good at dancing either." Something like this happened again. Harry is a warrior after all, so he is always a little embarrassed..."

Shen Qitong and Daphne were so close that they called each other by their nicknames.

Mu Yu said it sincerely, and she seemed to be sincere about the dance. Not interested, Shen Qitong said without giving up: "But the dress I gave you... is so beautiful, it would be a pity not to see the light of day. "

The mention of that dress only made Mu Yu's headache worse. She quickly drank the rest of the porridge: "It's not like we'll never see each other. There will always be opportunities in the future," and then she urged Daphne, half jokingly and half complaining, " Let's go, it's time to go to class. Today is the most unlucky day. We have Defense Against the Dark Arts in the morning and two Potions classes in the afternoon. Professor Moody and Professor Snape will not let us go just because the ball is coming. ”