The Eve of Chapter 119

"Xiao Di, you are just like a nagging old lady." Mu Yu seemed not to feel the sudden change in the atmosphere. She pointed at the cup in Shen Qitong's hand nonchalantly, "You only took three sips and you were... You care about me so much, and only Qitong can tolerate you."

She really didn't seem to care about it.

Daphne was embarrassed and wanted to smooth over her words, but suddenly a sharp and deliberately elongated voice came from the seat next to her: "I have long said that Dumbledore is an old madman and is not worthy of Hogwarts." Principal."

Astoria suddenly turned around to see Draco Malfoy talking loudly surrounded by Goyle and Crabbe. Pansy across from him smiled happily, took Malfoy's hand and said symbolically: " Pay attention, Draco."

It was also at this moment that Draco Malfoy caught Astoria's gaze, and he wanted to move away uncomfortably. He didn't know why, but even though Astoria was younger than him, he always felt very unsure when seeing this little girl.

When he saw Mu Yu sitting with Astoria, he hesitated for a moment, his eyebrows knitted together as if he was struggling with something. Pansy tugged on his sleeve, but he brushed her hand away as if he had made up his mind.

Pansy's originally bright eyes dimmed a little, and then she quickly glanced at Astoria, and then pretended not to care and took a sip of butterbeer.

"I don't think the Greengrass lady is as confused as Potter about who is suitable as a friend." He said slowly and deliberately in a deliberately drawn-out tone.

"I'm sorry, this is my private matter, Mr. Malfoy." Astoria responded to him very politely. Although the words were very polite, everyone could hear the indifference in her words.

"You..." Draco Malfoy seemed to be choked, his pale face turned red, "You, you think I am willing to take care of you."

Pansy on the other side seemed to want to taunt Astori. After a few words, he stopped talking when he touched Daphne's cold eyes. Ever since that time Daphne insisted on making her apologize for insulting Shen Qitong, the two girls, who had a good relationship, had fallen into a stalemate.

Mu Yu watched the drama with relish, watching Malfoy sit back down as if venting his anger, talking louder to his friends about the exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter published by the Daily Prophet and Rita's upcoming new book.

At the same time, a man in a gray cloak entered the Three Broomsticks. His hair was messy and his cloak was covered in dust, as if he had traveled a long way to get here.

Mrs. Rosmerta greeted him personally, as if she had expected this man to come: "Someone has been waiting for you for a long time, sir."

She led the man deeper into the bar.

"Why do I feel like I've seen him?" Astoria seemed to want to erase the episode she had just had with Malfoy, looking thoughtfully at the figure walking away, "Sister, do you remember?"

Daphne said vaguely He glanced at Mu Yu and held Astoria's shoulders: "No, you remembered it wrong."

Mu Yu looked at the clock and shouldn't have agreed to come here at that time. She put down her wine glass and said to the other three people: "It's too boring here, I want to go back first."

Shen Qitong grabbed Daphne who wanted to explain something, sighed softly and said to her: "Then Xiaoyu, just do it Go back first," she suddenly added as Mu Yu stood up, "You are not alone."

After walking out of the Three Broomsticks and breathing the still cold air in February, Mu Yu felt that her mind was clearer, otherwise she would have been a little clearer. Not sure if he would say anything unpleasant to Shen Qitong.

They have always taught her what light and kindness are, and have always warned her to abide by the rules. But when she was running alone in the dark and long corridor with no one helping her, she didn't understand the benefits of being bright and kind.

As for the rules, instead of following the rules, why not make rules for others to abide by

love and light, which cannot dispel the ensuing nightmare of darkness, cannot reconstruct the long-collapsed home, and cannot accompany her through the dead silence of nothingness.

When the dilapidated and gloomy house loomed under the cover of the woods, she realized where she had walked.

It wasn't long after that, but the warm weather melted the snow on the ground, and she stopped beside the path leading to the Shrieking Shack.

That night the woods were dark and confusing again, but she still clearly remembered the texture of the tree and the repeated rubbing of the rough bark as she leaned against it.

A small bud tremblingly poked its head out from under the root of the tree, heralding the coming of spring.

The young shoots were easily broken in her hands. She kept looking at the dilapidated room.

There was never any future. She stepped back on the withered branches and leaves, even though her sense of belonging to the castle was gradually weakening.

"I have heard this kind of words countless times." The sound of heavier footsteps was heard not far away, and the owner of the voice was obviously very irritable. "Anyone familiar with me will have to repeat it when they see me. Someone wants to borrow it." The game will cost you your life. Everyone wants to protect me, but I am not a child. I also want to help you, Sirius. "

It's Harry. "

Mu Yu hid himself behind a big tree and listened to their conversation quietly.

Sirius always seemed to have a kind of gentle tolerance towards his godson: "I know, I know, Harry, you are exactly the same as James. You have to understand Dumbledore, he also cares about you, but he is in his position More consideration is needed.

This sentence seemed to completely ignite Harry's temper: "This is the reason why he avoided me, avoided me, and told me nothing! At first, he was not even willing to tell the news about Voldemort's resurrection. !You treat me like a three-year-old child! Hagrid always goes out quietly during this period, and comes back injured, but doesn’t say anything to me! Dumbledore doesn’t allow it, Dumbledore doesn’t suggest it...I don’t want to either I learned Occlumency from Snape. He just ridiculed me and tortured me. He didn't teach me anything at all. Does Dumbledore need to think about his unhealthy relationship with me?"

"Harry..."

Before Sirius could finish speaking, Harry himself reacted: "I'm sorry," he sounded very low, "I, I don't know what's wrong. What I dreamed about the night of the Yule Ball was that it was as if I had really become a part of him, thinking with him. After all, we have so many similarities, can I, will I, become him?"

The last question was full of confusion and uneasiness.

There was silence in the woods.

"No," Sirius answered him without thinking, "The most important thing is not you. How similar you are, but how different you are. Harry, the world is not black and white. Everyone has a dark side and a light side. Including me, including James, we all have unknown dark sides and have made many mistakes. The most important thing is that in the end, you s Choice. "

Sirius... really loves Harry from the bottom of his heart.

"My last choice"

"Voldemort may continue to interfere with you. He wants to make you like him, completely destroy your will and destroy your bright side. Yet you also have weapons that he can't possibly have. Harry, you are loved and you are loved. You have friends, elders, and the Weasley family who treat you like their own son. Love and friendship are the most powerful forces and the strongest beliefs in your heart. Protect your strength, hold on to your faith, and you will be able to defeat him. "

Sirius should have slapped Harry hard at this moment: "I support and understand all your choices. As for Snape...his Occlumency is very good, and he is just venting his grievances against me and James by treating you like this. "

He was filled with guilt when he said this.

"What on earth is Hagrid doing? I just want to know something..."

Harry seemed to be at a loss because of Sirius' sudden guilt, and changed the subject abruptly. Sirius looked like he was probably glad he didn't ask further.

"Dumbledore doesn't want you to be exposed to this, but I don't agree with it. Anyway, this is not the first time you have broken the rules." He mumbled before clearing his throat. "Hagrid went to find the giant leader. Try to fight for it." We need to bring the giants to our side. The current giant leaders still have an impression of Dumbledore, and they should even have a good impression..."

They gradually walked back, their voices getting smaller and smaller.

"...brought Dumbledore's gift to the leader. They like magic-related gadgets. Something was wrong with them...and they were caught before they even delivered the gift...Oh, Harry, don't worry, Hagrid Didn't you come back safely?"

"We went through a lot of trouble to talk to the other giants in the tribe. Only a few of them were late... Someone sent a sacred and grand gift to the leader. They were wrong. , the way of speaking, the style, everything is abnormal, no more fighting, no more killing..."

They talked more quietly, their words blurred by the wind.

Slowly the conversation stopped, and for a long time no sound was heard. Just when Mu Yu thought they were far away, Harry's childish voice echoed in the woods: "You just missed something."

"I still have you."

Mu Yu did not choose to go back, she followed the small Walked into the Shrieking Shack. There was still not much light in the small room, the furniture was still tattered, the walls had fallen off, and even the four-poster bed was full of dust because nearly two months had passed. She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the bedpost without disdain.

The disappearance of the diary and the collapse of the apartment completely severed her last relationship with Olivia, but just one sentence made the memories flood back.

The dark corridor in the dream was already dark and long, but the sentences in Olivia's diary blended into that corridor, enriching the darkness, extending its length, and winding and twisting into a pattern spread on the floor. Barb.

Mom loves you and so does dad.

The premise is that she is a normal child, the product of their true blood.

She was born out of Olivia's kind compassion, but no one ever asked her if she needed this compassion. If she had the choice, she'd be Sinclair. She never had a choice.

She spent the most carefree five years of her life in the small courtyard of Mingyuan Mountain. That small home and the weak illusion about her parents in her heart built up all her beliefs.

The tip of the wand sprayed out a thin stream of white mist, which was quickly swallowed up by the dust in the Shrieking Shack.

It was extremely foolish to try the Patronus Charm in such a place at this time, but Mu Yu persisted in his foolishness.

She allowed herself to search for all the memories. The sunset at Mingyuan Mountain and the tenderness hidden under her grandfather's stern face were shattered at some point. She searched desperately, like a traveler in the desert who wouldn't stop until he found a spring.

Unfortunately, all she found was the diary burning in the fireplace in the lounge, and Mu Yi's merciless ridicule at Kunlun Ruins.

"Xiaoyu, why don't we take a bet on whether he will kill you when you are no longer of use to him?"

They sat together on the sunny lawn in autumn and read a book, letting the flowing clouds distort time and space. limit.

Fireflies flew out of the ball of wool entwined with needles and threads. Outside the void, under absolute zero, in the cold light was there anything else but eternity and death.

The little boy stood in the mist and rain of London and said stubbornly: "I want to spend Christmas with you." "

She couldn't find the starting point of the kiss that morning.

"I will accompany you."

The wand still could only spray out large clouds of mist. Even if she reaches the ultimate level of magic, she still can't find a spell that can reverse time. She didn't want to wander in time, she just wanted to go back to London in 1937, walking all the way from the street to the end of the street in the mist and rain.

Can that train, that great adventure, take her to London?

"Go home."

The silver mist finally condensed into a king cobra swimming around her, dispelling the chill of early spring and quietly taking away all the embers of fantasy.

A fang was held in her hand, shining coldly under the silver light of the patron saint. She stroked the basilisk fangs over and over again, which had become smooth over time.

It's time to go back.

Just as the ground venomous snake teeth were about to be put into the boiling potion, a sudden sound behind her made Mu Yu's hands tremble. Fortunately, she reacted very quickly and steadily controlled the dosage.

"Ms. Skeeter's books are very popular, but that's no reason for you to desert my class, Miss Granger." When Snape spoke, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Ten points from Gryffindor."

He took out a heavy book from Hermione's hand. Anyone could tell that it was a new book published by Rita Skeeter two days ago. It was two hundred pages thick. It was sold out as soon as it was published. Mu Yu, who was sitting directly in front of them, certainly knew that the three of them had been discussing this book in low voices for half the class.

Several people, headed by Malfoy, laughed heartily when they saw the cover of the book.

Mu Yu stirred the potion without changing his expression. How could Harry and the others not discuss this? Even she underestimated Rita Skeeter's ability and did not expect that Rita could find so much information.

Especially that letter...

There may already be a letter of feedback from parents on the desk of the school board.

The potion has shown its proper cyan color.

Snape didn't comment too much on the book. He just glanced at Harry, who was blushing with anger, and said as if he had remembered it inadvertently: "Warriors are always restless the day before a competition. But no matter how much media attention you get, Potter, you will always be an annoying little boy to me."

Harry lowered his head and continued to cut his ginger root. Mu Yu always felt that Harry's hatred for Snape was getting deeper and deeper.

All he could learn in Snape's Occlumency class was hatred.

"Potter, I don't care how famous you are, if you steal from my treasury again..."

Harry's hand shaking when cutting ginger roots said, "I don't have one."

"Don't lie," Snape hissed. His voice was clearly audible in the quiet classroom. At the same time, he took out a bottle of completely transparent potion from his robe, "I have a lot of it in my personal collection. Veritaserum, only three drops are needed. Stretch out your hand and pour it into your body." In pumpkin juice, you can make the whole class listen to your innermost secrets."

He whispered something into Harry's ear again, and after finishing speaking, Harry looked like he wanted to rush up and fight Snape. .

Mu Yu, who had been paying attention to Snape, heard his words clearly: "Of course, unless you completely master Occlumency. But I don't have the slightest hope for your brain."

As the second project approached day by day, the school The atmosphere inside was far less lively than the first one. No matter how far away from the storm, at this time, whether it was the books published by Rita Skeeter or the daily propaganda of Cornelius Fudge on the Muggle threat in the Daily Prophet, it was enough to unsettle even the dullest person.

"The game will start in two hours. At that time, the puppet I made will watch the game with others, and you must ensure that all the obstacles arranged can guide Porter into the water with the formation. We will practice Countless times, after the event is completed, I will immediately trigger the mechanism and exchange places with the puppet." Mu Yu patted the box that had been displayed in the Dark Arts Defense Office, "This box is too old and should be thrown away."

Complex . The lock jumped slightly, then quickly fell silent.

The sky outside the window just showed a little faint light.

"Two teleportation arrays. One is located in the water. It can only be completed when it comes into contact with Potter's breath. It will automatically dissipate after being triggered. The other complete array is located in the house outside London and is responsible for..." Her His eyes touched the heavy book on the oak table, and on the open page was an old photo.

That's the one I picked up in Godric's Hollow before.

"Responsible for returning Potter's body." Barty Crouch Jr. completed the second half of her sentence. He didn't seem to have his mind on that at all.

He had been looking strange since Christmas, and the way he looked at her became increasingly weird, so much so that she tried to minimize communication with him except for business matters.

In the shadows, he seemed to have made up his mind. He pointed at Rita Skeeter's new book published just three days ago and asked an irrelevant question: "For the sake of the greater good, how many wizards were killed because of Grindelwald?" Who would have thought that it was Dumbledore who first proposed this sentence at the expense of everything?" He turned a page forward, and on that page was printed Dumbledore's letter to Grindelwald, "Grindelwald The power spread all over Europe, but in the end he lost to Dumbledore. "

In Mu Yu's impression, Barty Crouch Jr. was extremely smart, otherwise he would not have stayed under Dumbledore's nose until now, fighting against the Order of the Phoenix again and again. information. His intelligence has even turned into pathological indifference.

Such people should be less prone to fear and insecurity. However, even when he asked this question in a very cold tone, Mu Yu noticed the emotions he was trying to hide.

This kind of fear and uneasiness is more like a child who is afraid of getting lost.

He set the time for the two to meet so early not only to confirm the news that Dumbledore and Albert Greengrass had a secret deal.

"Do you think Grindelwald just lost to Dumbledore?" Mu Yu sat down opposite him and asked.

He didn't answer, as if waiting for her next step.

She picked up Rita Skeeter's book and flipped through it at will. The sound of turning the book made her gentle voice even more calming: "I admire Rita Skeeter's ability to collect information. She also knows Readers like to read and understand how to use real evidence to lead readers to believe in absurd conjectures. Whether they support Dumbledore or not, they will firmly believe that Grindelwald has encountered his natural enemy."

"There has never been a natural enemy, Barty. ," She seemed to be talking about Grindelwald's failure, but also seemed to have keenly understood his thoughts, and hinted to him tactfully, "There is only a chess game that has been lost until now. It would be a pity if you didn't see the whole game clearly. "

"The game has been lost, the game has been lost..." He kept repeating this sentence, during which Mu Yu didn't show any impatience or urging.

She just sat quietly opposite him, observing his extreme abnormality, and the scene when she first brought him to Riddle's old house kept replaying in her mind.

He saw Tom like a child who had finally found his father after being lost for a long time.

"You will always accompany him and stay by his side to finish this chess game together. You will never leave or betray him." He raised his head, his voice rising several times, "Isn't that right?"

Although he admired President Yu felt that her ridiculous guess had been confirmed. Whether she could accept it was another matter. But no matter how hard it is to accept, she still knows how to manipulate people's hearts accurately.

"Yes," she said, more like reassuring, "your position on the chessboard is also extremely important. Keep your door key, leave immediately after the game, and leave the country at all costs. There is no need for the Order of the Phoenix to stay. Once an accident occurs and you are caught by Dumbledore, all I can do is to give you a kiss from the Dementor. "

"I'm sorry, but a slight mistake on the chessboard may mean that there is no recovery," she said. Extremely cold.

It is impossible for any normal person to accept being treated as a chess piece that can be discarded when necessary. Barty Crouch Jr. did not care at all about the ruthlessness in Mu Yu's words: "I will always be your most trusted person." Your confidant, your closest assistant, right?"

"Yes," Mu Yu answered without hesitation. Her soft voice was like a hypnosis, "I don't know what your ending will be after today, I don't even know. Time has passed for you. Whether you become a walking zombie or escape to the United States, our bet will always be valid." She stood in front of the fireplace, preparing to sprinkle the remaining floo powder into it: "It's time for me

to go."

Crouch seemed to have finally come to his senses at this time: "Aside from his talent in defense against dark arts, Potter is a mediocre and arrogant little boy at other times. His fame also comes from luck. What is there in such a boy? Something worth coveting."

He seemed extremely unbalanced about this.

"A very precious thing," Mu Yu grabbed Floo Fan's hand and paused, looking at the stove as if talking to himself, "Getting that thing back before he dies can be considered a relief for him."

The floo powder drew a perfect arc in mid-air and fell into the flames. The rising green flames illuminated half of the room.

"I will live, at least until the dust settles."

"I hope the next time we meet is not an empty shell kissed by a dementor."

After she said that, she stepped into the flames, There was a slight flash of firelight and her figure disappeared.

But Barty Crouch Jr. sat quietly like a sculpture in the darkened room, until a weak ray of sunlight finally climbed through the window.