Chapter 122 Decision

"I'm ready." As if he was afraid that Dumbledore didn't hear clearly, he repeated it again.

He said this once a year ago. His face was still pale, and now only his slightly shaking robe showed some emotion.

The fireplace burned out, and a wisp of ashes fell on the tip of the shoe, and disappeared in an instant.

"This road is steeper and more dangerous than before, and your whole life will be immersed in darkness." Dumbledore did not say much. The anger he had felt on the shore of the lake gradually turned into an undercurrent in his heart, and he could not tell where it was going. "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

He answered more mechanically every time, as if hypnotized. The extinguished fire was rekindled, and the sparks danced in turn on the two unpredictable faces.

Neither of them needed to respond.

The bright green color rose again from the red flame.

Dumbledore watched in silence the whole time as Snape stepped into the bright flames. He was not particularly tall, but at this moment, in the swaying light and shadow, he was able to stand side by side with the soaring flames. The shadow gradually broke through the confinement of the fireplace and went up the wall until it broke through the boundary of the eaves.

For a moment, Dumbledore seemed to stretch out his hand, but when the flames burned out again and the sounds of chaotic footsteps outside the corridor came one after another, his hand was firmly pressed on the box with a big hole in the room, and he looked at it without looking back. The person coming from behind said: "He is still alive. Minerva, could you please ask Madam Pomfrey to come over? We have to send Alastor Moody to the school doctor's office." He bit the tip of his tongue, and his long beard slightly Shaking, the words he spoke always had a soothing power, "Harry, please wait for me in the principal's office."

Only then did he take his hands off the box and strode towards the door: "Please give me at least One hour. During this time, I will not see any officials from the Ministry of Magic or the principals of other schools."

Professor McGonagall knew the seriousness of the situation and could bear it even if she had all kinds of thoughts in her mind: "I will stop them," he said seriously. She had an awe-inspiring attitude, "This is Hogwarts."

"This is Hogwarts," Mu Yu was stopped again as soon as he reached the gate of the castle. Theodore Nott always looked at her with focused and serious eyes, as if she were some rare magic potion worth studying. Now this look in his eyes was even more annoying, "The destination that most people yearn for is not for you. "

She never thought about treating the injury on her face, and her cheek became more swollen as time went by. Such a conversation that was close to questioning did not scare her at all: "You are wrong."

At least for a while, this was indeed her habitat.

Theodore Nott raised his hand, but before he reached it, he dropped it again. The redness and swelling on anyone's body would make them look extremely ugly, but her calmness and calmness diluted the ferociousness a bit.

She has been like this since she first entered the school, and she has never lost her composure in such a way as to be happy or sad. He once thought that whether he was in front of the Mirror of Erised, or by the Black Lake, or in the corridor in second grade, he had somehow caught some fragments and glimpsed a small part of the bottom of this deep lake. It was only recently that he realized that all of these Just the occasional shallow ripples in the lake.

It was he who was bewitched by the ripples, and was blinded by the glimmer of the water. He stepped into the bottomless lake without hesitation, and now he was about to drown in it.

"Is that him?" He looked at her more unscrupulously, as if this would stop time. The first question was very gentle, and soon he asked the second time. This time it was much heavier and firmer than before.

"Is it him?"

he asked as he continued to ask her to the prom.

"I thought you would have your own judgment," she wiped the corners of her eyes, as if she was shaken by the successive blows, "Such ridiculous words..."

Her reaction already revealed the answer.

"I know." The colors of those serious eyes changed, and the liveliness that finally grew out of them turned into silence, until his eyes drooped and he didn't want to look at her anymore.

Dark clouds were pressing down from afar, and the sunlight was always fragile under the pressure of the clouds, and it soon became pitch black. The light in the castle lit up little by little as the clouds pressed in, forming an everlasting spark in the darkness.

Mu Yu watched Theodore Nott walk step by step into the sparkle. From the sparkle, there were countless pairs of eyes spying on her, expressing sympathy, curiosity, disgust, or calculation.

The matter is not over yet, she is still waiting for the last person to appear. After that, after that...

She looked up at the majestic and majestic castle, calmly accepting every evaluation that came out of it, and thinking about building a blueprint for taking it into her pocket.

Then she can go home.

The last person didn't keep her waiting long. Rita Skeeter carefully kept a distance from her. The last unpleasant experience was really frightening.

However, she always has a high enthusiasm for digging up breaking news, and in theory she can put aside death when it comes to breaking the news.

"Miss Mu, Mr. Minister asked me to convey my greetings to you and express my regret for the unfair treatment you suffered today." Her eyes flickered, but she did not dare to face Mu Yu directly. Intellectually... she actually believed the boy's words, "Although today's matter has been clarified, the rumors are terrible. According to the minister's wishes, it is better to have the Ministry of Magic witness it and publicly conduct an interview with the Daily Prophet. This is why I came here. The reason..."

Fudge really didn't miss any opportunity to discredit Dumbledore.

Mu Yu choked with sobs. Rita Skeeter would have almost believed this look if she hadn't seen what kind of freak this was.

"I didn't expect Mr. Minister to care about me despite his busy schedule." She looked at the castle, her eyes getting redder, "Can we talk about this matter in detail?"

Rita Skeeter forced a smile: "Of course , we can go inside and find a place now..."

"No," she seemed to be stimulated. After hearing this, she burst into tears and covered her wound: "I, I don't want to go in now, can you go? Home? I don't want to stay here at all tonight."

Weak people always get extra care, but in Rita Skeeter's eyes, Mu Yu is a devil in human skin. The girl who now weeps quietly had nearly killed her in the previous months.

She had no room for refusal, otherwise she had no doubt that the news of the sudden death of well-known journalist Rita Skeeter in her home the next day would be front-page news in the Daily Prophet.

Mu Yu didn't give her a chance to refuse, and directly dragged her away from the castle. From a distance it looked like Rita Skeeter was helping her out.

No one expected that she would walk out of school openly and openly in this way. The fear of being pointed at by the wand that day came back when she was pulled. The path leading to Hogsmeade was only a few hundred meters away, but to her it felt like she had walked a century.

Mu Yu only let her go when she was approaching Hogsmeade. The tears on her face were still wet, but there was no trace of sadness at all. She looked even more like a ghost in the gloomy weather.

"Tell Fudge that this interview is scheduled for three days. Not only do I want officials from the Ministry of Magic to attend, but I also want him to invite members of the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards." She left Rita behind, pretending to be useless at this time. It lost its meaning and showed no respect for Fudge in his words.

"You, you, you," Rita Skeeter's teeth were chattering. It took you a long time to come up with a result, but you regretted it the moment you said it. "You and the mysterious man...I, I didn't say anything."

Giving up your life for news is only a theoretical matter.

"The quality of a good journalist is to assess the situation." Mu Yu smiled when he heard her words and patted her face, "You should know who is your bread and butter and who is the person you should be loyal to. There are people who sacrifice themselves for others, but the graves of such people are probably covered with grass now.

"You are a person who can judge the situation. I know you didn't say anything just now," Mu Yu pushed her further away and turned towards him. Walking in the other direction, "Bring my words to the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet."

The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell at this time. The rain was thin, but it was so cold that it stung people. When the phantom moved back, the dense rain was already mixed with ice particles.

A group of people in the front yard stood shivering in the cold wind, with ice almost forming on their robes, and they didn't even dare to move. Screams came from inside the door, and were infinitely amplified by magic in the courtyard.

Only the people in front who were closest to the door, led by Bellatrix, looked excited, as if such a sound was the most pleasant song.

When Mu Yu came over, these people seemed to have discussed it, and they made room for her to pass with a tacit understanding, as if they were afraid of being touched by her.

Only Bellatrix blocked her directly. They had not interacted much since that time in Hogsmeade, and Bellatrix was not as violent as the first time she saw her.

She had suppressed all her malice and hid it, just waiting for the right moment. It's time to deliver a fatal blow.

"Master doesn't see anyone, especially you." The screams in the room were the loudest at this time. Even the rain could not wash away the flush on Bellatrix's face. She licked her lips, "Snape is inside. Do you hear this? This is the fate of a traitor."

The scream was not like what Snape would make. What would be a terrifying and terrifying scream to others was nothing to Mu Yu. She turned the doorknob

of her own accord: "This is my home." The doorknob that others could not turn was easily turned away by her. Isolate a bunch of eyes behind the door.

The squeaking sound when the door was closed was very harsh even in the wind and rain. It was already filled with ice and snow, wind and rain outside, and the inside was comparable to Shura Hell.

All the curtains were drawn, but even in this empty living room there was still a small breeze blowing, causing the two candles on the fireplace to dance. They were the only sources of light in the house. The bright marble tiles are spread all the way to the fireplace, reflecting the cold light.

From the side of the door, there was not much difference between the two candlelights and the monster's eyes.

There was a man lying on the ground. Through the reflection, Mu Yu could see that his limbs were weirdly twisted, and the aura of black magic had not completely dissipated. He could imagine how tragic the situation was before.

The screams stopped as soon as she entered the room, and the wind and rain outside seemed to find an opportunity to seep in, constantly compressing, and hanging heavily on the tables, chairs, and even every particle of dust in the corner.

She stepped silently on the tiles toward the armchair by the fireplace. Tom Riddle sat on it and turned the wand in his hand. Nagini lay meekly and quietly at his feet. It was rare that she did not swim over to Mu Yu the first time she saw her.

He looked neither at the people on the ground nor at her.

Mu Yu stepped over the man on the ground and stood two steps away from him, completely ignoring his resistance: "I promised that I would go home."

She leaned forward so that she could look directly into those red eyes: "I'm back."

The two of them didn't stand for long, and before she had time to distinguish the color in his eyes, he spoke: "Come here."

It was rare for her to be so obedient, and she walked forward and stood there. beside.

"Severus said that he stayed in the Order to take advantage of the enemy's tactics, and even brought us an important piece of information." As Mu Yu approached, he returned to his usual laziness. Nagini wanted to crawl along the chair towards Mu Yu but was held back by him, "The Order of the Phoenix noticed the anomalies in the United States and planned to make some small moves at the Magic Congress to interfere in Muggle affairs. Severus volunteered to share our worries. ."

He already had a plan, otherwise he wouldn't have said so much.

Mu Yu looked intently at the tortured person on the ground. Legilimency was no different from before. Snape was like a precise and accurate machine, and the information presented was uniform at all times.

"The number of times is too many, Professor." Under such circumstances, Mu Yu's attitude towards him was still the same as that of a student asking the teacher for advice. "Maybe it's all a coincidence. Maybe your loyalty is still the same, but who knows what will happen to a coincidence." It won’t become inevitable.”

The burning candle crackled and made a loud sound.

The restraint on his body was weakened by 10%. Severus Snape took this opportunity without hesitation to crawl forward. He didn't move an inch before he was squirming at the edge of a knife. He endured all the pain and barely managed to catch it. robe, his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Please believe me, you have checked, Dumbledore did leave traces of magic, he has always been very careful about me," he kissed the corner of the robe desperately, "I am very cautious about you. He is loyal."

Tom Riddle pulled the robe away from his hands, his eyes filled with joy, completely immersed in the torturous pleasure: "Last chance, Severus, start by interceding for that Muggle. You challenge my bottom line again and again, and I'm almost tired of it." He put his arms around Mu Yu's waist and pulled her closer, "Remember the pain today, in the future, even if you are far away at the Magic Congress, if you have any extra thoughts , you will relive today's feelings again, doubling them again and again, until you die."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Mu Yu was suddenly pulled closer, but he seemed to be normal and finally let go of Si. Nap's prohibition: "Get out and tell everyone outside to get out."

The candlelight jumped again, and she was directly pulled into his arms.