Chapter 125 Moral Dilemma

From the moment he handed over the letter, Avides tried his best to reduce his presence. Dumbledore's letter seemed to slap the Norwegian Ministry of Magic in the air, and the Ministry of Magic's security facilities became a joke.

But he is not a timid person. It is simply impossible for a mediocre person to overcome all difficulties and conquer the remaining old troops of Grindelwald in isolation and continue to pursue an unattainable ideal. He shrunk himself into dust in the corner and analyzed the two people's reactions calmly. This is his best skill. In the past, relying on such skills, the Norwegian army had escaped countless open and covert attacks.

Mu Yu's methods became more and more frequent, ringing alarm bells in his mind. Both of them are madmen and cruel gods who refuse to give in to each other.

This world is too small and can only accommodate one god.

He held his breath and forced himself to suppress all distracting thoughts. Norway holds weapons and even technological secrets, and will definitely be a place of contention in the future.

Back then, for their ideals and for greater interests, they overcame obstacles all the way and used their blood and lives to build the glory that is now under the ground in Norway.

He didn't have the capital to make the wrong choice.

Avides' thoughts were beyond their consideration, and they would not care about such trivial matters. Even though he was extremely angry, Mu Yu still looked at Tom Riddle with a smile, as if this letter was just an ordinary afternoon tea invitation.

She didn't feel panicked or guilty, and she had no desire to explain. She was so calm, so calm that Tom Riddle could clearly see his reflection in her eyes.

He shouldn't have looked at him like this. Mu Yu's eyes are always clear and bright. The bottom of the crystal clear lake water is often full of dirt, quietly absorbing all his doubts and fears.

Her warmth still remains in the palm of my hand.

"The first and last time." He moved a little farther away from Mu Yu, as if he could resist any temptation. Then he reluctantly moved closer a few inches after moving away. "We have invested a lot of money in Northern Europe, isn't it? To build a giant sieve. Keep your part."

For a moment, Avides could hardly believe his ears. He had foreseen countless possibilities, planned all the possible escape routes, and repeatedly considered what he would do if both sides forced him to take sides at the same time, but he never expected that he would be so eerily calm.

At least now they have no tendency to fight among themselves, and the day when the two tigers will fight at least still seems far away, which is enough for him. He couldn't care less about the rest. A sentence of "keep your duty" is not only a warning, but also a temporary stabilizer.

Only then did he feel that his entire body was firmly stepping on the hard floor tiles.

The body moves much faster than the mind. He bowed deeply and expressed absolute respect and obedience: "Yes, there will be no next time."

He didn't need to say more to realize that there was no need for outsiders here, and perhaps he had violated a taboo by asking for a meeting tonight.

He carefully exited the main hall, opened the door gently and closed it again. The whole process was smooth and flowing without making a single sound, as if what he exited was just an insignificant wisp of fine sand.

The strong wind blew for most of the night and did not let up. No matter how much it was damaged, the magic flower outside the window did not wither. Instead, it showed its grace in the wind and rain.

After he left, Mu Yu allowed his laughter to overflow. It was a little restrained at first, but then it became louder and louder. She smiled without any scruples, but it didn't add much color to the house. He was clearly laughing loudly, but it was more terrifying than crying.

I don't know if she was laughing at Arvidus's unfounded worries, or if she was simply venting her anger towards Dumbledore.

Tom Riddle let her laugh without stopping her or questioning her about the means she used. He lowered his head slightly and caressed Nagini, unwilling to look directly at her.

Her laughter is contagious and sometimes even scarier than a profound spell.

Mu Yu didn't give him such a chance. After laughing enough, he sat back in his arms, forcing him to look at her: "Look at me, madman."

He didn't respond directly, just caressing her from top to bottom. . This time, unlike the previous eagerness, the fingertips stayed at each place for an extra long time. He rowed all the way, and no matter how he searched for the body in his arms, it seemed that he could not satisfy his growing desire.

The absurdity of the previous impulse still left little traces, and the flaws on the beautiful jade were all left by him himself. His strange pride and achievement drove him to stop at every flaw, frantically digging into the memory of that moment when he held this beautiful jade in his hand.

Her dress has always been simple and without any extravagance, which also makes the jade pendant hanging around her waist particularly attractive. Weared and played with for many years, the jade pendant was contaminated with body heat and was well nourished. The warm texture seemed to be mercilessly mocking him, reminding him all the time that this corner was filled with Dumbledore's magic weapons.

Love, dirty, useless, humble. But Mu Yu still allowed it to occupy a small corner in his heart and never gave up. Every time he thought about this, it was hard to breathe, and the surge of powerless rage far surpassed any sleepless day in Albania.

He wanted to take the jade pendant off her body, preferably destroying it completely, but his wrist was grabbed.

Throughout the whole process, Mu Yu allowed him to move without saying a word, letting the coldness in his arms spread all over his body, but when he wanted to take off the jade pendant, he pushed it away like a thousand pounds.

"This won't work," she said softly, like coaxing a child. She was not afraid of his anger and sudden increase in strength, and repeated it patiently, "Don't take it off."

She took the initiative to stick to his chest, Listen to the heartbeat beating in your chest. This is the body she created, and she always has an inexplicable intimacy with her works.

"You've been in there."

As early as she introduced that piece of soul into Jade Pendant, all the emotions and hopes contained in it were wiped out and turned into nothing. She was not so pretentious as to feel sad in front of a pile of ashes.

She wears it all the time to remind herself where she belongs, and to pull herself back from the edge of impulse.

She was afraid that she would not be able to resist the temptation and that if she indulged in temptation, she would eventually make an irreparable mistake.

The girl is hiding part of the truth again, but Tom Riddle is unwilling to pursue it. He stubbornly held onto this shred of truth and refused to let go, as if everything would fly away from his palm like quicksand with the slightest movement.

He could no more tell the difference between joy and pleasure than he could tell in Albania whether the blood was still flowing. All the irritability and restlessness were silently eliminated again, and the desire was rampant, spreading to every part of the body, longing to tie Mu Yu to his side forever.

This can't go on like this, they all know it.

In the end, he was the first to come up with the solution. He gently kissed Mu Yu's eyes. The kiss was very quick, like a speck of dust accidentally falling on the eyelashes.

Mu Yu accepted it calmly. She knew in her heart that this kiss must seal the unknown and danger that they should not explore, but she still couldn't help but touch the place where the kiss fell again and again.

People are always very curious about taboos.

She calmed down when she was picked up and walked towards the second floor. After the impulse and confusion fade away, it should always be the home court of power.

"The Ministry of Magic wants to intervene in Hogwarts, and the candidates are ready." He sat on the bedside and traced her eyebrows little by little, "Lucius wants to bring someone here, just go and see her. Hogwarts's I leave everything to you."

The wind outside seemed to have finally stopped, and all the clouds were blown away by the strong wind, revealing a clear night sky.

Mu Yu leaned sideways on the bed and yawned. At this time, she was extremely sleepy, so she just nodded to this kind of thing.

"I'll go tomorrow."

Her words made Tom Riddle pause for a moment, and then he stroked her hair nonchalantly.

"He can't get what he wants," she still couldn't contain her anger when she thought of the beautiful lines of calligraphy on the letter, "I would be happy to fulfill his noble wish."

For a moment, there was no sound in the room except Nagini's hissing voice. Sound.

"I'm sure it's there."

No matter how sleepy Mu Yu was, she still held on and waited for his response. She understood that he must have something that he had not yet said. His voice was so soft that it was almost confused with Nagini.

She twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Grimmauld Place is the old Black mansion and the only home of Regulus Black. I..."

She stopped, biting the tip of her tongue to stop the rest of the content.

She understands the concept of home and understands that home is always sacrosanct and all problems can be solved there.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he no longer forced her to finish her unfinished words, and even the movements seemed to be a little softer.

"Yu, you know me, I'm not very patient, especially with that old bee."

This sentence can convey many meanings, or it can mean nothing at all. Mu Yu had no extra energy to think. The coldness lingering on the bedside gradually approached, and finally stopped at her side, surrounding her layer by layer.

She cautiously leaned towards the source, uneasy as she continued to approach, as if she was afraid of something. It wasn't until she was extremely sure that what she encountered was not an illusory soul that she breathed a subtle sigh of relief and shrank back inside.

She is safe.

It was windy and rainy all night last night, and it was hard to get a little sunlight the next day. However, no matter how strong the light was, it could not penetrate 12 Grimmauld Place.

Mu Yu paused at the door for a long time, watching with interest as an old house split from two ordinary buildings out of thin air. The old house is like a sponge absorbing all the light.

When she entered the door, she squinted her eyes to adjust to the suddenly dimming light. The long, dark hall twisted and twisted toward the inside, and there was no light at the end. Specks of dust floated in the darkness, like sores rooted in the old house.

She didn't like the foyer, it always brought back so many bad memories. She once ran along similar corridors, trying to find the nihilistic light.

The old floor began to creak from the first step, and high-pitched and loud screams emitted along with the decay of the wooden floor.

"Oriental man! The most despicable bastard! Beast! How dare you come in and desecrate my ancestor's home!" Every sound in the silent house will be infinitely amplified. The moment the sound is heard, it is hung on the wall. The portrait of the old woman screamed and cursed obscenely, one after another.

Originally, Mu Yu would not take such scoldings to heart at all, but the long hallway deepened her boredom and brought back more downplayed past events. She pointed at the curtains on both sides of the portrait and they were forcefully closed. The entire house was left with only the wooden floor groaning uncontrollably.

The house was dying, decay emanating from every corner.

There was only one thing that was incompatible with this dying house.

The sweet and mellow aroma of tea gradually filled the entire old house. The dust and dilapidation that the aroma hit was temporarily soothed and put away its fangs, allowing the dying old house to seize a glimmer of life.

Mu Yu walked to the stairs, where a row of crumpled house-elf heads were displayed. She walked directly up the stairs to the second floor without even looking at them.

The second floor is the sunniest place in the house. At this moment, all the sunlight is poured onto the round table in the middle without reservation. The white porcelain becomes more crystal clear under the sunlight.

As if he had calculated how long it would take for her to come up, she saw Dumbledore slowly pouring tea into another teacup on the table. The color of the tea is clear, making the sunlight look a little muddy. The sound of gurgling water makes this place less like a gloomy old house and more like a rare paradise.

Mu Yu walked by without squinting. Neither the cabinets filled with miscellaneous items nor the strange portraits in the living room seemed to attract her attention.

Her every word and action must be observed.

She sat opposite Dumbledore. The tea had just been poured, and he picked up the tea cup and took a sniff, seeming to be completely intoxicated by the fragrance of the tea: "Good morning, sir."

The sunlight dyed Dumbledore's gray beard into a golden light. Mu Yu thought about the first time they met, the half-dead sunlight in London gave her a splitting headache, and she was half anxious and half expectant, waiting for the beginning of a new life.

She respectfully and cautiously presented her best to the old man, nervously thinking about what he said about her and the looming mysteries.

The two met again in this way, and they were already playing their own chess, fighting to the death.

"Good morning, Yu," Dumbledore responded to her with a smile and raised the teacup in his hand. "The last time I had this kind of tea was with your grandfather. It's a rare and exquisite product. Try it." So

many big things happened yesterday, he Not a word was mentioned, as if the two of them were still ordinary teachers and students, the relationship between elder and junior.

Mu Yu was not in a hurry and took a sip: "The buds are upright, the soup is clear and fragrant, and every bud and leaf is top quality. It is indeed a good tea." She looked around first before looking directly at Deng Bu. Lido, "If you want to invite me to drink tea, just come to me directly. It's too troublesome to go around in such a big circle."

Dumbledore's eyes were calm and powerful. A person with evil intentions would inevitably feel guilty no matter how deep the city was in front of him, but Mu Yu Not much difference appears.

Even when her grandfather was mentioned, she didn't move at all.

"You were not at Hogwarts yesterday." The way the two of them get along now seems to be no different from when they were learning the Patronus Charm. "I'm sorry that something like that happened yesterday, and I'm also reminded that I don't act as a guardian at all. I'm sorry for you, but I have no face to face my old friend's last wish. It's a pity that as the principal, I was really busy with trivial matters yesterday, and you will no longer be in the school when the matter is dealt with."

He put away his warm smile as he spoke, although he was still calm. Angry, Mu Yu could still feel the waves hidden under the sea.

What is he regretting?

"You really don't have to blame yourself for your personal choices, unless you are also deeply involved in the choice." Mu Yu looked at the floating tea leaves before looking at Dumbledore again, "I have always regarded Hogwart as My family turned me away yesterday. I wanted to be alone. It was my fault. I was so sad that I didn’t even apologize

. Dao De is also extremely perfunctory.

"Hogwarts is not your home," Dumbledore waited patiently for her to finish speaking before he said firmly, "Your home is somewhere else."

Mu Yu held a teacup, enjoying the rare sunshine, and waited silently. There was no trace of panic in his words.

"Home is not as simple as a house that shelters you from the wind and rain. The reason why you call it home is because there are people you care about, either relatives whose blood is thicker than water, or close friends who are close to each other," Dumbledore elaborated on these. As if she was still the teacher who taught her the true meaning of the Patronus Charm, the calm narration covered up the scars of the past and turned it into a meaningful sermon, "Your home has never been Hogwarts. It hasn't been since the first grade, and now. No, it won't be the case in the future."

Mu Yu picked up a wisp of dust on the table and blew it lightly onto the messy floor. In Dumbledore's eyes, she had long lost the meaning of preaching, so now...

"You are right." Her smile has not changed over the years when facing outsiders. It has always been gentle and shy. "My home has always been in Mingyuan Mountain. Even though this person has passed away, That house also became an empty shell, but it has always been my only home."

Only when she mentioned Mingyuan Mountain did her tenderness become somewhat real.

It's true, but the truth is all lies.

As the sun rose higher, the sunlight finally became dazzling, reflecting a strong light on the half-moon glasses.

"Your grandfather and I were worried that you wouldn't be able to make friends. Too much talent is not necessarily a good thing." If you ignore the deeper meaning behind each sentence, he seemed to be really trying to care about her. "There are many kinds of friends, and talent is The pride that grows does not allow you to become a submissive follower."

He refilled her cup of tea.

Tea and porcelain once again intertwined beautiful notes. Mu Yu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. No matter what, he kept a perfect smile on his face: "We are just on the same road, and one day we will each walk on our own path. "You should have experienced this feeling before."

Needless to say, she also knew that Dumbledore's story was his bottom line, and she should not provoke him easily. However, Dumbledore also stepped into her minefield last night.

She was just returning the favor.

The peace and serenity in those blue eyes can be forged into a sword that is enough to scare people just when it is unsheathed. Mu Yu knew this from the beginning. At this moment, the sharp sword was hanging directly on her neck.

"The right path is never forged by the blood and pain of others. Grimmauld Place is Blake's old home. Blake has settled here since he accumulated huge wealth. It has been passed down from generation to generation, but the wrong path was chosen," Dumbledore said as the aroma of tea lingered. The voice seemed to come from another world, "Sirius is the only legal heir. He has decided to clean up everything in this house tomorrow."

He looked around and locked eyes on Mu Yu: "The Black family It is a dead end for generations."

At this point, Mu Yu no longer wanted to be secretive and submissive. Why not let Dumbledore's suspicions be confirmed: "What are your conditions?"

Dumbledore knocked lightly. On the edge of the tea cup, he adjusted his half-moon glasses, still staring at her: "Give Hogwarts a way out." Only

then did his true purpose come out. He used No. 12 Grimmauld Place as a bargaining chip to openly Ask her to stop her involvement in Hogwarts.

Mu Yu decided to come here so that she could be sure that Dumbledore would not kill her or surround her in Grimmauld Place, and she would not die so easily. Now that the struggle between the two sides is stalemate, once the Order of the Phoenix makes such a move, it will undoubtedly take the initiative to connect them. She had thought that Dumbledore was just using this as an opportunity to seek negotiations, and it would be best to use this opportunity to find out what exactly she coveted in this old house.

Unexpectedly, he actually made Hogwarts a condition of negotiation.

But she wants Hogwarts, and she also wants No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"I probably don't particularly agree with what you said before," she took a leisurely sip of tea. "As far as I know, Sirius Black was expelled from the family tree and naturally lost his inheritance rights. There seems to be a loophole here. According to the procedure, Bellatrix is ​​the only one who has the only legal inheritance right now."

She leaned back and faced Dumbledore's gaze more boldly: "The location of Black's ancestral home is really wonderful, where Muggles gather. Oh, I know that you have already cast a protective spell on them, and I have no intention of doing anything to these ordinary people."

Her tone became softer and softer: "You should know what Kyushu is doing now, their beliefs, and the gods they believe in. "The gods give them power, but they can also punish believers for showing their power at any time. This kind of deal is very fair." Her smile widened and she peeled off her usual disguise, "I will wait for two minutes and there will be one." A lamb was sacrificed. I agree with you, sir, a house is not enough to support a family."

No matter how happy he was, Dumbledore's face was rarely gloomy . Go down. There was a bright fire burning in the blue eyes.

Mu Yu always had a sense of revenge: "Thousands of people die in the world every moment." She admired the change in Dumbledore's eyes. "It's just one person, a small, insignificant, far away." You are an ordinary person thousands of miles away. With your status, you don’t have to worry about it. "

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We have spring break on the 12th. I will go to the city first. After playing for four days, I couldn't bear the stress. The city is not very safe. You may not bring your computer or tablet for fear of being robbed (bushi)