Chapter 120 Confrontation

The sun hanging in the sky seems fake. Harry stood on the shore of the lake, and the cold wind blowing across the lake seemed to penetrate into his bones along with the moisture of the lake. Even after the first project, Maxim and Karkaroff still looked at him with the same expression as an ant.

The audience was already packed, and there were far more people coming to watch the second project than the first one. When Dumbledore appeared on the referee's bench, there was an extremely loud discussion from the audience.

Suddenly, with a bang, a line of large red characters appeared in mid-air.

"Explain 'the greater good', Albus Dumbledore!"

This line only appeared for a few seconds before being forcibly removed by another group of people in the stands. However, this did not suppress the increasingly heated discussion in the audience. Harry also felt several eyes on him. The scene was in a stalemate for a full minute before the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who came to maintain order pretended to pull out the person who sent these words.

He tried hard not to look up, but he unconsciously wanted to look at Dumbledore. The latter sat firmly on the referee's seat as if nothing was wrong, and slowly looked to the other side when his eyes came into contact.

The burning pain from the scar didn't seem to have passed, but instead became more intense with the rising unknown fire. The dean of Kunlun College glanced at him and gently pulled Dumbledore, and the two talked in a low voice.

Harry no longer cared.

He gradually calmed down after seeing Sirius' encouraging eyes in the audience. He forced himself to focus on the game in front of him. He didn't want to disappoint Sirius, and he didn't want... to let everyone treat him as a child who hadn't grown up.

The gillyweed in his pocket would be crushed out of shape by him.

Ludo Bagman was already signaling the warriors to line up on the shore. When they met, Shen Qitong's worried and uncertain eyes and Fleur's disdain dispelled the warmth he had finally gained from seeing Sirius.

"How's it going, Harry?" Ludo Bagman led him a few steps forward and stood at the last position, deliberately avoiding Klum and asked him in a low voice, "Do you know what you are going to do?"

"Yes." Harry forced his voice to sound normal.

Ludo Bagman squeezed his shoulder hard, which made him even more uncomfortable. There was still a heated discussion in the audience, and he felt that the lake water was spinning together with the entire sky, which made him feel sick.

Hurry up and start the game, hurry up...he secretly prayed in his heart.

Ludo Bagman's voice seemed to come from the horizon: "Our warriors are already in place. When the whistle blows, they will have one hour to go underwater to regain what was robbed. I count to three, one, two , three!"

The whistle sounded, and a burst of applause broke out from the audience. Harry didn't pay attention to the actions of the other warriors. He quickly took off his shoes and socks, stuffed the gillyweed into his mouth, and walked into the lake under the water.

It was colder in the lake than on the shore. The cold water made his skin burn, but he felt strangely peaceful. At least he was temporarily away from those pointing fingers, away from one nightmare after another, away from fragmentary discussions.

His unhealthy relationship with Dumbledore...

He chewed the gillyweed quickly, and it tasted very bad. Laughter from the audience still passed across the lake. He must have looked extremely stupid, walking towards the middle of the lake like a Muggle...

He tried his best to ignore the laughter and keep his attention on the water . .

He wasn't sure what he would do otherwise...

At this point he felt like a pillow was squeezing his nose and mouth, his lungs seemed empty, and there was a pain on the sides of his cheeks. He subconsciously touched it and found that there was already a crack on both sides.

Those are gills. He plunged directly towards the bottom of the lake.

Laughter, admiration, and discussion were all forgotten by him. Under the influence of gilly bladderwort, he swam underwater very flexibly, and even breathed much easier. As the ground sinks a little bit, the sunlight above the head disappears inch by inch.

In the dark lake, only green water plants wrapped in mud and sand stretched silently into a lawn under the water.

He tried hard to push aside the water plants and swim, trying to identify the direction. Just then, without warning, something grabbed his ankle. He turned around, and a sharp-horned Grindylow stretched out half of his body from the water plants, grabbed him and pulled him hard in one direction.

"Strength is released!" He finally took out his wand and chanted the spell, but found that there was no sound. His wand shot a column of boiling water at the Grindylow. The green skin of the water monster immediately turned red when it came into contact with the water column. This Grindylow was particularly strange. Even so, it grabbed his ankle and pulled him aside as if it was desperate.

To make matters worse, more Grindylows rushed up, grabbing his robes and pulling him together.

Large swaths of black mud surged up from the bottom of the lake, blurring his vision and making him completely lose his bearings. He had to keep firing spells and kicking the water monster in the head.

I don't know whether it was because of the spell or the constant kicking, but Grindylow, who was holding him, was already wandering around. He breathed a sigh of relief, sure that he had strayed off the right waters.

The silence in the depths of the black lake kept pressing on his eardrums, and he could still hear his own heartbeat in the absolute silence.

There was only one hour, otherwise the most precious things would remain under the water forever...

He was about to observe the surrounding environment, but suddenly he felt like he was being sucked into a whirlpool, and his whole body could only helplessly rotate rapidly with the whirlpool. Like a piece of rag thrown into a drum washing machine.

With a snap, Harry felt as if he was thrown to the ground, and the smell of earth on the tip of his nose reminded him that this was land. The water-stained robe stuck to his body, making him shiver. The effect of the gilly bladderwort seemed to be fading away, and he breathed hard.

However, Harry could no longer care about this. His scar ached violently, as if someone had placed a hot iron on it.

Soon a cold hand covered it, but it did not relieve his pain at all. Harry felt something leaving his body, squeezing and trying to swim towards the cold hands through every possible gap. His forehead looked as if it had been split in half with an axe.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Harry."

The gentle, extremely familiar voice was scarier than the ghost at this time.

When the sound disappeared, so did the pain in his body. The scar no longer hurt and burned, as if it didn't exist at all, as if something had left his soul. Harry had never felt breathing so freely.

But his mood was not at all cheerful.

The owner of that gentle voice once weaved a white lie for him in front of the Mirror of Erised, pretending that she had seen his parents, and that they had fought side by side to protect the Philosopher's Stone. She went overboard for him, speaking so softly that he choked Ernie McMillan speechless.

It was she who taught him to use the strongest emotions to summon the deepest joy, who encouraged him to compete well, who gently explained potion making to him, and who skillfully transformed the embarrassment caused by Rita Skeeter into something invisible.

It was as if something had broken apart before it even started.

The cold hands also left his forehead when the pain ended.

Mu Yu tilted her head and looked at Harry, who was lying on the ground unable to move. She originally thought that there would be a little bit of false pity or sigh, but she found that when this day came, Harry was like a person who could be destroyed at any time in her eyes. There is no difference between the objects.

"This place hides the wind and gathers energy. It is a good cemetery." She spoke gently. The softer she was, the more cruel her words seemed.

Her hand was tightly held, just like the night he was resurrected, and she could not let go.

The gazes from all directions were even more dazzling than that night.

"I know he's yours, Tom."

If Harry still had illusions before, thinking that Mu Yu might be under the Imperius Curse, then Mu Yu's voice from Tom didn't even give him the last bit of illusion.

Her tenderness seemed to be infused with emotion and possessed a soul only at this time. Somehow he was able to tell the subtle differences.

He wanted to move, but found it very difficult to even lift a finger. He could only hear the faint sound of the robe dragging on the ground from all around.

A group of people surrounded them. This group of people seemed to be afraid of something, or had received an order. They just stood silently at a distance, not even daring to whisper.

The sun still hangs high in the sky, and its warm yellow light spots move feebly among the moist soil, struggling to sink into the clay.

Tom Riddle pulled Mu Yu farther away. He didn't know why he didn't want her to have any more interactions with Potter. He also didn't know why his hatred for the Boy-Who-Lived climbed when her hand touched Potter's forehead. Reached the top.

He subconsciously attributed it to the shame he suffered thirteen years ago.

"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, it's not easy to invite you as a guest. After all, you have been protected by that old man who likes Muggles and that hook-nosed idiot." He likes to play with his prey and appreciate the last moments of his prey. The struggle, especially for the prey that had given him infinite humiliation, "Thirteen years ago, that stupid woman stood in front of you and reflected my spell so that I could not touch you. An ancient magic. I should have expected it." Arrived..."

The last sentence was said to the Death Eaters. Today he must solve the only shame with his own hands. From now on, no one will dare to question his power or challenge the authority of the gods.

Especially Mu Yu is still there.

His slender fingers touched the scar that had become much lighter at some point. The moment he touched the scar, he realized that the cunning girl must have done something. He wasn't surprised at all.

"But it doesn't matter anymore," he let go of Potter. "No one will sacrifice for you anymore, and the old guy can't arrive in time to protect you. Only us, Harry, no one can save you." "

Cruciato. Bone!"

Harry felt as if he had been transferred to another place again. He seemed to be thrown into a pot of boiling water and boiled. At the same time, there seemed to be an electric drill on every inch of his bones trying to drill out the marrow.

"Dumbledore will soon be in trouble. Harry, what do you think you are to him? Grindelwald is his closest friend and your most beloved professor who proposed 'for the greatest good'. Admit it." , Harry, you are a victim, how pathetic, I even sympathize with you."

The pain gradually deepened, and the hissing sound above his head became more like a lingering fly.

"Beg for mercy, Harry Potter, beg me for mercy, and I will give you a good time."

At this time, he seemed to be fished out of the pot of boiling water and hung in the air. Silver needles seemed to be slowly piercing into every inch of his muscles, and the electric drill was still drilling into his bones.

His consciousness seemed to have abandoned his body first and was wandering around randomly.

Dumbledore has been avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally for the past six months, unwilling to say anything...

Rita vividly described Dumbledore's abnormal relationship with him. His beloved Dumbledore was once very close to Grindelwald. What Blido said to him might not be even one ten thousandth of what he said to Grindelwald.

Please beg for mercy, if it can end the pain...

Harry thought so, but he could never forget the smile of the old man in front of the Mirror of Erised.

"I saw a pair of woolen socks."

He tolerated him gently and allowed him to break every school rule.

The green light and screams in his memory seemed to resurface. His parents...may not want him to beg for mercy from his enemies.

Harry tried to grab something, even though it seemed as if every movement would make all the pain multiply. He still struggled hard, trying to grab something.

He seemed to have grasped the soil and felt the fragrance of vegetation again.

"I won't beg you for mercy until hell freezes over!" Harry gritted his teeth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Albus Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world!"

He saw that man again. The girl stood not far away, with the big snake curled up at her feet. She looked like a well-behaved girl next door.

No one can imagine how sinful the soul hidden under this skin is.

"He trusts you and appreciates you! And your elders, Mu Yu, you are worthy of them."

Mu Yu didn't expect that Tom would trap Harry in an illusion and torture him with the Cruciatus Curse, and she didn't expect that Harry would actually rely on perseverance to force him. Life and death are freed from the shackles of fantasy.

Such questioning was not enough to arouse her emotions: "It's just a choice, there's nothing to be sorry for. Besides, he was wrong. I never said I was a good person."

The anger dissipated the pain, and Harry moved a few steps with difficulty. Inch grabbed the wand that had been discarded aside. This time indeed no one stepped forward to protect him.

He is also unwilling to settle under the wings of others.

If death was unavoidable, he would rather die in battle like his father after resisting than to bow down to the enemy.

It can be as small as dust, but it cannot be twisted like maggots.

The prey's resistance also made Tom Riddle angry, and this anger even crazily eroded his sanity because of Mu Yu's existence.

The effectiveness of the Cruciatus Curse seemed less obvious, and Harry stood opposite him, holding his wand tightly.

He didn't know any advanced spells except "Expelliarmus" taught by the second grade dueling club. He understands that he will face an inevitable death curse, and no one will stand up for him except himself.

He will die like his parents, and there may be nothing left behind a green light. But he will not give in, let alone beg for mercy.

"The game is over, Harry Potter. The legend of the Boy-Who-Lived must end."

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Red light and green light intertwined in the air, and a golden beam connected the two. A wand, two wands trembling, and at the same time the two of them seemed to be lifted into the air by an invisible force.

The golden beam dispersed into thousands of arcs of light, forming a domed golden cage in mid-air.

A burst of fairy music emanates from every fiber of light, crisp and graceful.

It's very much like the cry of Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes.

The large light bead slid on the light filament connecting the two wands. The light bead first moved towards Harry for a few minutes, and then slid uncontrollably to the other end as if controlled by some force.

The sudden change caught everyone off guard. Before Mu Yu could react, the light bead was completely connected to the tip of the wand, and the wand screamed in pain as if it had become intelligent.

A figure slowly emerged from the tip of the staff.

He is afraid.

Even without that piece of soul, Mu Yu could still know his fear immediately.

She quickly mobilized the energy she could mobilize in her body and directed it toward the top of the wand. A more dazzling beam of light burst out from the top of the wand in an attempt to cut into the golden net. This beam of light had already condensed most of her cultivation. Even so, she was not sure whether it could break through the powerful barrier of the golden net.

Once it is backfired, the consequences will be disastrous.

She originally thought there would be some hesitation and weigh the sudden change of situation, but what happened in the flash of lightning seemed to be instinctive. She gathered most of her cultivation power and rushed towards the golden net without even thinking.

It's like chasing London that has disappeared in time and space, or trying desperately to capture the never-setting sunset in Norway.

On the high tower where the wind was howling, he saw through her fragility under her heavy disguise, and she listened to his loneliness in the Norwegian night.

The golden light collided with the solid golden net, making a deafening sound.

She once stood on the hillside and hesitated out of fear of the cold darkness of the void. He chose only four words from a thousand words.

do not be afraid.

The chess game has not yet been completed, and she does not allow him to leave her world so early.

The indestructible golden net was finally torn open, but this seemed to have consumed all the power of the beam. Three wands were connected together.

The other light filaments in the net all rushed towards her as if they were attracted by something.

"Get out of the way! He's mine! Only I can kill him!"

Tom Riddle didn't know what the problem was between the two wands, but when Mu Yu intervened, the instantaneous weakening of the connection between the two wands made him vaguely aware of something. a highly likely scenario.

He waved her away without thinking twice, even though he later realized that in this situation, it might be best to just wait and see.

The powerful magic attack severed the connection forcibly established between Mu Yu and the two wands, and also swept her out of the coverage of the golden net.

It's still a step too late.

Gray mist-like bodies emerged from the wand, and in Harry's eyes there were already several ghost-like things surrounding them.

First there was a short house elf, then an unshaven young man carrying a backpack, and finally an old man on crutches emerged.

It's as if all the ghosts who died under the magic wand are gathered here.

Will he, will he see...his parents.

Harry expected this, and it was this expectation that made him try to maintain the connection between the two wands.

The house elf blinked, and the high-pitched voice seemed to come from the sky: "Hang on, Mr. Harry Potter," just when Harry thought she couldn't speak, the house elf said softly, " Dobby is right, the elf should be his own god. Sir, please tell Dobby that Yoyo is wrong, Yoyo shouldn't be cruel to him..."

The young man stood with the old man, looking at them in surprise.

"This girl is going to kill me," the old man sighed, "Kid, you fight with this kind of people..." The

young man stood beside him and warned him like an elf: "Don't let them harm you. , don’t let their conspiracy succeed, don’t let go,” he said, as if to give him more confidence, “Please, if you have the opportunity, go to 135 Letcher Street, Kodiak, Alaska, and tell a man named Saman Sarah's woman, don't wait for her husband anymore, tell the two little girls there that their father just went to explore a place far, far away, and will always protect them from afar."

Harry nodded in agreement, and several ghosts surrounded him. Whispering encouragement to him in the middle, another person emerged from the tip of the staff, and Harry knew who she was the moment she appeared.

Today he was so eager to see her...

his mother.

"Your father is here too. He wants to see you and will resist..."

Sure enough, he came out. He was a tall man with fluffy hair. James Potter fell beside him, as did Lily.

"Run in this direction after the connection is disconnected," James Potter's transparent arm pointed in a direction behind him, "We will buy you time, don't look back, you must return to Hogwarts, you know" "

I I will." Harry held the wand in his hand as hard as he could.

Mu Yu pushed herself up from the ground, wanting to get closer to the golden net again. Endless fear occupied her heart.

A fear that was not hers.

As soon as she gets close, the light filaments will rush towards her, and anyone can detect the huge power hidden in each light filament.

"I said, get out of the way!"

He pushed her away again.

The connection between the wands broke and the ghosts swarmed forward. Mu Yu knew that she did not have the time or energy to destroy the formation.

The thin figure disappeared within a few seconds amid heavy surroundings.

She quickly thought of remedial strategies. Now was not the time to dwell on failure.

"I must go back." The ghost floating from the tip of the wand has disappeared, and the empty forest only echoes her extremely calm voice. "As long as I stay in Hogwarts, no one will believe what he said."

"Don't be afraid, madman."

She whispered like she was dreaming before switching positions with the puppet.