Chapter 124 Threat

"It's time to eliminate stereotypes and abolish old practices, Professor. It's not easy to think about Christine. Although she is a little cautious, her abilities are quite satisfactory, and she is most suitable for the current situation of the Magic Congress. Unfortunately, we all understand her. We are about to lose." Phil Garcia opened a corner of the curtain, and the shadows of the ferocious trees swayed in the carriage. "We all know what Viola will look like after she is elected. The current situation of domestic No-Majs is our future, otherwise why would you agree. "Dumbledore's proposal"

His shadow was cast on the car window, reflecting the wind and rain outside: "In the history of magic textbook, I was very interested in the debate in 1777. I once struggled with who was inferior between country and race. Seriously."

When he said this, his smile didn't seem to be just a veil floating on his face, but more like it came from the inside out: "There is never a contradiction between saving lives and staying out of trouble, and there is no need for debate. Save lives when we're needed and stay out of trouble when you're not. 1777 President McGilligant made the wise decision, now it's our turn."

"Phil, you could have graduated a long time ago," Bath said. Under the light, Katherine Jones looked softer, "Do it, and the whole world stage will belong to you in the future."

The wind and rain outside finally stopped, and the indoor fire struggled to emit the last bit of light and then silently extinguished in a pile of ashes.

"You won't die, madman. You will live well. You are eternal and immortal." Only

in the darkness can Mu Yu kiss without scruples. It doesn't feel like kissing a body, but more like moving towards the body bit by bit. His fear approached.

She could only be so close to fear when the two of them couldn't see each other clearly, and she naturally cherished such an opportunity.

Her kisses were always gentle and gentle, always reminding him of the snowflakes falling on them when they walked side by side on Christmas Day. Darkness and cold are both Tom Riddle's home turf. Every bone, every inch of skin, and every breath of the person in his arms reminds and persuades him that he is safe.

So he allowed Mu Yu to move and let her continue to explore fear. Time stretches out in the process of giving and asking, while space has long been blurred in the darkness.

He wanted time to stay at this moment, hoping that the continuous snowflakes would be as endless as the road that day.

No matter how powerful magic is, it is not enough to control time.

This wasn't the first time he had such a ridiculous idea, nor was it the first time he wanted to push Mu Yu away eagerly. He knew he couldn't push her away, and pushing her away would also be a sign of weakness on his part. Riddle never allowed his weakness to be shown in front of others, especially Mu Yu.

It has to end in the end, and only one person can last forever. This is a clichéd self-comfort. And as the temptation surfaced again and again, the desire became a natural cover, and a fence was created at the boundary between the two people. The half-cover and half-cover actually deceived themselves to shield the unknown dangers outside the boundary.

He has little interest in such things. But perhaps because he was eager to cover up his weakness, he seemed eager and greedy, eager to get closer.

Mu Yu shivered, not expecting it to be so cold. Even so, she didn't want to show any discomfort, let alone resist, and she never thought of resisting.

"You are really crazy, madman." She whispered close to her ear, her voice always filled with indescribable excitement and anticipation. She could predict every move he made and kept up with the rhythm accurately. Each step was perfectly coordinated, as if it was just one soul separated into two similar bodies.

Just go crazy with her.

The knocking on the door was like a heavy log, being held up by someone to break through the door that was closed in the night. The room full of absurdity and desire also scattered into pieces.

Mu Yu packed up regretfully and licked her lips: "I thought it was enough to deal with Snape today."

She jumped off the chair and happened to avoid his extended hand, and said with interest Admiring the flash of violent murderous intent in his eyes: "Who could it be at this time?"

Who could come after him desperately at such a time, knowing that he was unhappy because he failed to kill Harry.

"Avides. I asked him to capture Grigovitch, and he also brought us new news." Mu Yu's avoidance only poured a spoonful of hot oil on the burning fire. , Tom Riddle turned the wand in circles, slowly calming his anger into his usual laziness, "But he shouldn't come at this time."

He stood up and walked towards the main hall as if nothing had happened. He didn't know where he was curling up before . Nagini came out and followed closely. As Nagini hissed one after another, desire and absurdity could no longer be found.

Mu Yu blinked when he mentioned Grigovitch. The abnormality of the wand today obviously made him wary, and he was eager to find a wand maker to solve his doubts.

She could think of everything he could think of.

"Catch Grigovitch as soon as you say it. The Ministry of Magic is developing too fast." Mu Yu naturally held his hand and sat down with him in the main hall. "I think at this time the Nordic Ministry of Magic The officials have used a bunch of excuses to take over the German wand shop, or let me guess again, from now on, Nordic wands will probably only come from Norway."

The wood creaked with difficulty when the door was opened, and the strong wind no longer had any concerns. , mixed with a faint whine and begging to be scraped in.

"The wand is the foundation of a wizard, and not just everyone can use it." Tom Riddle rolled up a strand of Mu Yu's hair, sniffed it, and pulled her closer. "You underestimate the Nordics too much."

Entering the door from From the moment he started, Avides vaguely sensed that he might have arrived at the wrong time. He touched the thin piece of parchment in his pocket. It was this piece of paper that forced him to come, and he had to come in person.

Grigovitch, his subordinate, struggled and begged desperately, and he was caught firmly, which just covered up his own uneasiness. With every step he took, he forced himself to put away all distracting thoughts. He had been trained in this way, and even if it was of no use, he could still delay it for a while.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he threw Grigovic to the ground, and stepped aside to serve as a backdrop. At least he was not needed to play at this time.

Tom Riddle noticed Avides' abnormality, and choosing to come at this time was not in line with Avides' style. But he never sweated the small stuff, and Arvides would spill all his secrets if he wanted to.

He temporarily focused his attention on Grigovitch, and with a lazy wave of his wand, he brought out a burst of shrill screams. Slowly, the screams became fainter, leaving only a whimper.

He didn't even bother to recite the incantation. He hugged Mu Yu tightly and enjoyed the purest pleasure: "It's all arranged."

This was for Avides.

Avides reacted quickly and lowered his head to answer: "Apprentice Grigovitch is willing to work for the Ministry of Magic. We will also send people to refine wand science. From now on, the purchase records of all wizards' wands in Northern Europe will be controlled by the Ministry of Magic."

He will The situation was described clearly, and it was pointed out tactfully that Grigovitch was still of some use for the time being.

Tom Riddle didn't respond much to Arvides' answer, but seeing him just staring at Grigovic was enough to show that he was quite satisfied with the result.

"I'm only asking once," Nagini was extremely excited after seeing her prey, hissing at Grigovitch on the ground, but was stopped by him softly, "What happened between my wand and Potter's wand?" It's such a pleasant thing..."

He said that the two wands were accidentally connected during the duel: "Is this a trick of that old guy Ollivander, or a conspiracy of Dumbledore," Nagini said at his signal. He began to pester Grigovitch, destroying the last psychological defense bit by bit, "Don't lie to me, you are not the only one who makes the wand."

Grigovitch had suffered a lot of torture before he came here. After being brought all the way here, he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were broken. When asked about this, his brain was spinning faster than ever out of survival instinct.

"The principle of wands with the same core, also known as brother wands," he curled up on the ground and tried his best to ignore the giant snake on his body. He had been without water for too long and was tortured, so that the fishy sweetness in his throat went straight up when he opened his mouth. But he didn't dare to do anything. "If two wands have the same core, the flashback spell will be triggered, and the wand owners cannot hurt each other."

He raised his head and glanced at the wand, and his eyes inevitably intersected with Mu Yu's, and they seemed to He lowered his head in fear, not daring to look at her.

"Yew, phoenix tail feathers," years of production experience allowed him to quickly judge the material of the wand. "I can't make a mistake about Ollivander's style. Phoenix feathers are the most autonomous and most likely to trigger the flashback spell... "

Mu Yu took out her wand and looked at it. She had almost completely forgotten the many scenes when she entered Ollivander's store to choose a wand. She could barely recall but vaguely remembered that she was probably still looking forward to a new world at that time. Passed.

The results can be imagined.

Only this wand faithfully accompanies her and will never betray her no matter what choices she makes.

"Alder, phoenix tail feathers," Grigovitch glanced at her wand, as if she was in disbelief. "Ollivander actually made three wands with the same phoenix tail feather core, and they happened to be three wands. They have all found their masters. The wand chooses the wizard..."

"That's enough," Tom Riddle seemed to have received a satisfactory answer. He didn't want to listen to Gregovich's long speech, "Take him down, find Wormtail, and let him. Take good care of our guests."

"No, no! Please, please, I don't know anything," these words seemed to have sentenced Grigovitch to death, making him desperately struggle and scream for mercy. He stood up and said, "It has been stolen! It's not in my hands anymore! I didn't lie..."

Avides has always been smart and will never ask more questions than he should. He picked up Grigovitch again and walked towards the door. Under the silent spell, the latter was still screaming for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

Silence fell between them for a long time after he left. Mu Yu lowered his head to observe the wand that had been held smooth for several years. The problem with the core of the stick is obvious.

As long as they use their own wands, they cannot harm each other.

No one is bringing that answer to the surface right now. Mu Yu would not even ask what the thing Grigovic was talking about. She doesn't spend her energy asking questions that she already knows.

He was touching the ring on her hand again, opening her fingers one by one and playing with them.

"You can use all means before the real duel, madman," Mu Yu held his hand, brought it to his lips and kissed him gently, returning his previous words. She liked to see him lose her composure every time. In the end, things backfired many times, and

he said, "I don't mind." There was an unknown laughter from above her head, and she was hugged tighter, and his warm breath sprayed on her neck. It sounded like he was quite worried about her reaction. Gao Xing: "I don't care about your many little thoughts, Yu. There is only one thing. You are not allowed to leave before the end." After

coming in again, Avides found that the atmosphere was even more condensed than before. He quickly glanced at Mu Yu and then moved away as if nothing had happened. Opening his eyes, he looked as if he had practiced it countless times: "The passage to Durmstrang has been opened, and we have expanded the research site. The tradition of Durmstrang will be a natural barrier for us to carry out research. The most important thing is It's that spell..."

It was only when he mentioned that spell that he became confused. With Durmstrang's blessing, the spell that had been stagnant for many years could finally make progress. Without weapons to be proud of, Muggles were more like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They have spent decades of hard work underground in Norway and sacrificed many people, just for this day.

He held back the tears in his eyes and was trembling when he spoke: "It is only thanks to your grace that we are where we are today."

"That's right ." Everything has been taken care of." Tom Riddle enjoyed his praise and finally asked casually.

"All the house elves involved were dealt with, and not a single one survived." He understated it as if what had disappeared was just a swarm of ants. No one here will question this attitude.

He knew he would inevitably have to return to that letter eventually. He stood aside, never feeling so troubled as now. He would rather turn into a stone statue immediately and get into the cracks in the floor.

Mu Yu spared him the trouble and gave him a quick treat: "Just take out whatever else you brought." Avides

looked at her for the first time since she came in, and he didn't want to talk to her after a while. Looking at each other, he was more afraid of this girl than the Dark Lord. Thinking of Grigovitch's tragic situation before... He thought he was relatively well-informed but he would still be frightened.

At first Grigovitch was unwilling to agree, so she... peeled off the human skin alive and put it back together piece by piece. Magic would not make people die easily, and the powerful healing spell could save people as long as they were still breathing. live.

He forced down the bloody scene, took a deep breath and muttered: "Dumbledore sent a letter to the Ministry of Magic, indicating that it was for you, Miss Mu." He handed over the parchment in the bag and said, "You will go to No. 12 Grimmauld Place alone tomorrow morning."

He could barely hold on. Even in his rational mind at this moment, he knew that his life seemed to be hanging on a silk rope. , it will break at the slightest touch. To be able to send such a letter to the desk of the Ministry of Magic and to choose such a moment, Dumbledore may not be simply provoking.

There were only two lines of beautiful cursive calligraphy on the letter. Dumbledore's tone was polite and his words were extremely polite. Only the last sentence revealed a slightly unusual meaning.

"The old house has been in disrepair for a long time. I can only accept one guest."

After receiving the letter, Mu Yu grasped the paper tightly and released it without leaving any trace. She thought that the trick she had done on Barty Crouch Jr. was unnoticed, and she knew that there was something she wanted in that house even though she had never entered the house.

At this time, Dumbledore had also guessed that there might be something she coveted in Grimmauld Place. He did not hesitate to threaten her with the whole house, and even sent this letter to Norway. "Professor Dumbledore," Mu Yu slowly folded the letter. Every crease was made as perfect as a work of art. The

more angry she became, the more indifferent she became, "It's indeed a good method."

After the first few incidents, she restrained her murderous intention, first because of her grandfather's expectations, and later because she fell in love with another way to solve the problem. Violence is always the worst method.

The letter unexpectedly stirred up desires she thought no longer existed. It turns out that the previous violence and killings have never disappeared, but are lurking in the soul in a more obscure way.