Chapter 127 Confession

She naturally held his hand, and by the way, she held the locket tighter. A thin chain inadvertently connected two people, tremblingly, but always swaying steadily whenever it seemed to slip from one end of the hand.

The two of them walked along the woods toward the end of the road that was destined to be dilapidated and depressed. No one asked why the other was here, and there was no temptation to come and go.

They passed the stage where they blatantly weighed each other's pieces. Doing such boring things at this time is tantamount to childishness and weakness.

"Keep it safe this time," Mu Yu looked up at the intertwined tree branches above his head. Young and slender green buds sprouted from the rough branches, trying to fight against the bleakness in his eyes. She felt bored, and turned to look directly at those familiar eyes, "You may not be able to get them back next time."

The Horcrux seemed to have become an ordinary object to her, and she had to return it without hesitation. It also feels relaxed and freehand.

Tom Riddle held her tightly, and the chain of the locket no longer moved between the two of them, but was now held in both hands. He held the wand that had been with him for decades in one hand and Mu Yu in the other. The temperature on both sides was so comfortable and familiar that he had become accustomed to it.

He knew her so well that he was absolutely convinced that even if Dumbledore tried his best, he would not be able to bring her back. Regardless of his scheming, methods, or style, Mu Yu has never changed. He pulled her closer greedily, as if he could fully see the surprise hidden under the touchable outline.

The endless fear finally turned into expectation in an incredible and inexplicable way. He was addicted to the process of constantly discovering surprises, and was so indulgent that he could not think about the hunter and the prey for a short time, or who had stepped into whose trap.

After all, there is an agreement that after going round and round, they will eventually come to an end.

"Gregovich's head has revealed some interesting secrets." The name Grigovitch did not cause any unnecessary fluctuations in her emotions. This was normal. It also made him more eager and his actions gradually crossed the line. It seems that this thin body is the key to unlock all the secrets, "Come with me."

I saw it last night, the slender and unobstructed white jade trembled on the knee, matching every gentle caress, The silence and coldness of the snake lingered around the neck, but the twists and turns were better than the snake's lingering winding.

This is not enough, a secret surprise is hidden under the skin, and I don’t know how to explore it.

It was obvious that they could no longer continue walking in a normal posture, and Mu Yu was not in a hurry. The fleeting absurdity last night was also unsatisfactory to her.

She used this to recollect her secret desires and trace every contour she had touched at that time. She basically would not allow herself to be seized by excessive and illusory desires, so she took the lead to break away. The two of them were still very close, and the space between them eliminated any possibility of charm.

"We all have a lot to do. Tomorrow Rita Skeeter will hold an interview at the Ministry of Magic. After that, I have to go back to school to make sure everything is on track." She patted her robe again with some disgust, always feeling that Pudif The disgusting smell of the teahouse always had maggots clinging to it, "Those of yours..."

"You want to go back to Hogwarts." He missed the point. He wanted to get closer to her, but instead he was led by her to move forward. Let's go. "We have to go back."

Mu Yu pretended not to hear, ignoring his anger that was about to burst out: "The Daily Prophet has decided to surrender. If the newspaper is used well, it will become the most unexpected weapon."

"Leave it to Malfoy." He became more and more absent-minded, and the sudden distance stirred up the anger that was destined to be fruitless. "You promised..."

They finally reached the end of the path, and there was a cliff ahead. The sunset at the end of February cannot revive the plains that have experienced a long and severe winter. The blood-red sunset chases wisps of withered grass on the wasteland. The setting sun overflows with blood, spreading over the gray plains and climbing over the mountains still covered with residual snow.

He stopped talking. The smile and teasing in Mu Yu's eyes could explain a lot.

"It's just a show. This is necessary before Britain falls into its hands. I really don't worry about Umbridge," she sighed, which was not much different from provocation, "but my home is not there. Madman, I thought you knew."

I don't know when she stopped calling that dirty and shameful name. Every word of madman seemed to carry different but equally hot emotions.

Tom Riddle had no time to think about such emotions, nor did he want to. The only thing he allowed himself to realize was this.

He was teased.

She was teasing him, mercilessly, and equally unafraid of the many consequences. There would be no consequences if she pinched it right.

The blood of the setting sun climbed up the cliff where they stood. The setting sun has a fatal attraction for her. Since she was a child, she has been keen to explore the blood-red darkness, groping for the prelude to the endless night.

The anger caused by teasing and provocation was thrown into this sunset, struggling in vain with the last afterglow. There is not much anger in it, and what is struggling in it is mostly the fantasy that is forcibly mobilized.

He gently and slowly hung the locket around her neck with great solemnity, as if he were being crowned. The locket was also soaked in blood, bringing out the brightness of the letters in the middle.

"Keep it well."

This doesn't sound like trust, but more like temptation packaged in layers.

He used a piece of soul as a bargaining chip for seduction.

Mu Yu lowered his head and looked at the strangely red S in the middle under the setting sun, and kept stroking the lines on the locket: "Wearing it or not wearing it, it makes no difference to me." The Horcrux could no longer lure her into the darkness. , her darkness may be deeper than the Horcrux. The bewitchment has a deeper meaning, "What happened before will never happen again. It belongs to us, and we will take good care of it."

He is probably really crazy.

Mu Yu squeezed the locket again and pointed at himself intentionally or unintentionally. There was something in the same words, meaning: "I will accompany you wherever you want to go, madman, just like before."

The sun set. At the end of the plain, the blood shed will not fade away easily before night comes.

Nurmengard has completely surrendered to the night, and even the blood of the setting sun is nowhere to be found.

They flew directly to the top of the tower, with the strong wind howling along the way, and the towering tower condensed into a sharp sword that penetrated the clouds and cut off all traces of spring.

She didn't expect to come here. She wasn't that proficient in flying spells yet, so she almost relied on him to hold her up. Therefore, she could better appreciate the bloodthirsty excitement hidden in the strong wind.

He has always been excited about the need for power.

At the top of the tower, the only prisoner seemed to have expected them to come, but he didn't bother to greet them at all. He had been leaning against the window with his thin blanket in his arms, looking down at the bleak scenery below the tower.

Even though he was dressed in rags, stooped and trapped in a shabby house, he still looked like a king who was fully surveying his territory.

Gellert is always Gellert.

The body under the thin blanket only moved when they came in. At this time, Gellert Grindelwald did not get up, but just turned around to face them. The skull-like face broke into a smile, and all his teeth were gone.

"You're here. I thought you would come, one day..." This was what he said to Riddle. When he saw Mu Yu, he showed a little surprise, and the light in his eyes was a little brighter, like a skull beating. "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that there would be someone else. There would be someone to accompany you..."

His sight made Mu Yu uneasy. Grindelwald seemed to see through her instantly. All her thoughts and all the unspeakable secrets buried deep in her heart were invisible to him.

He uses her secret to reminisce about the past. Mu Yu could tell from the changing light and shadow in his eyes that he was looking for something, either a memory or a shadow.

At the same time, he is contemptuous. This kind of contempt is innate and natural, just like an adult standing in front of a child. Needless to say, it is enough to show the difference.

Mu Yu hated this feeling. She hated others invading her secrets the most, not to mention that all the secrets now became this person's tool to recall the shadows of the past.

"Where is it?" Tom Riddle pulled her back, obviously aware of something and not wanting her to have too much contact with Grindelwald.

The spell hit Gellert, and the bone-eroding pain only made him curl up slightly. He had long since ignored the physical torture.

The joy of being about to transcend is enough to overcome any physical pain. This body will be left behind anyway, so what will the pain do?

He did not answer directly, and always kept his eyes on Mu Yu, which seemed to be both pity and emotion, mixed at the same time. A bit of condescending charity: "I know what tricks you are playing, little girl. All those magics have a price, but you are very weird. The price is constantly suppressed and even disappears." He raised his head, "But so what? I won't repent."

The contempt and arrogance in his words reached its peak, but his eyes when looking at Mu Yu were always complicated. He kept looking for something in those black eyes, hoping for a script that had never happened: "You are very similar. , you took another path..."

Mu Yu probably understood what shadow he was looking for. Rita Skeeter's book may not be entirely true, but it must be based on reality. She pressed Riddle's wand. Grindelwald pitied and despised her. Correspondingly, she also sympathized and despised him: "Let him say, he is just a dying person."

Gellert pointed at them and laughed harder and harder, He seems to have seen more through this, and he does not take his shaky life seriously: "I have been to the East and Kunlun, where it seems that I can grasp the ideal by stretching out my hand. I have learned some things, reincarnation, cause and effect. , you are the most familiar with these, aren't you, little girl?"

He laughed so hard that tears came out. Even though he was emaciated, he could still catch a glimpse of his former flamboyant style: "We are all at the same level. The steps are stacked repeatedly, and I have never jumped out of reincarnation. The roads you have walked are all the ones I have walked, and the roads you have taken are all the ones I wanted to take but could not get. We are all the same, with similar endings. In addition to repentance, there is only repentance. This is something you will never learn."

Mu Yu gently held his hand, knowing that at this moment he must be because of Grindelwald. Contempt arrogance and irritate fear.

Grindelwald thought he had something that neither of them had, but he didn't understand what she wanted.

She will not follow the cycle of reincarnation.

"The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, and the Death Wand are all in my hand. Kill me. I am happy to welcome death. Kill me, and the Elder Wand will be yours, as long as you can find it." The madness just now seemed to be just Illusion, he returned to his usual disdain, "You still don't understand many things."

Death was naturally his destined ending, and he was as calm as he said. When the green light hit him, he fell from the window sill like a rag doll. It was not like welcoming death, but more like embracing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

Grindelwald gave up the altar and used confession as the key to open the unknown door.

Is it salvation?

The sound of the wind disappeared on the tower. For a moment, the prison seemed like a silent tomb.

None of them spoke. They have always been cautious and determined not to touch territory outside their own territory. Gellert Grindelwald went too far. His disdain and arrogance abruptly tore open the fence on the border and forcibly exposed a corner of the border.

What they are still unwilling to get involved in or admit is useless and insignificant...

"He is not the master of the wand."

They broke the dead silence in the tower at almost the same time, and even the words they spat out were exactly the same. This isn't the first time.

Mu Yu laughed and didn't bother to worry about why he still wanted to take her with him even though it involved such crucial information about the whereabouts of the Elder Wand: "Everything Dumbledore has will eventually fall into our hands. It's not difficult to kill someone, it's difficult to kill someone." How to annihilate will. If his death brings hatred, and hatred gives strength, then his death is of no value to us."

Grindelwald's contempt is to him . It was truly an out-and-out humiliation. Mu Yu took his hand and gently rubbed his cheek, seeing his anger dissipate little by little: "Before the duel comes, we can all show off our methods. I only see ours. The chessboard of the world, nothing else matters."

Tom Riddle stopped letting her play around and started stroking her face. They had been getting along almost every day since Albania. They were rarely separated, and he couldn't see any change in this face.

It's best not to change.

"Don't repent."

He was no longer as tough as before. Perhaps it was Mu Yu's misunderstanding, but he always felt that this was a genuine request.

Responding with words is too thin. She gently kissed the corner of her lips, just like the kiss on her eyelashes last night, without any impurities, sealing all taboos that crossed the line.

Together, they forgot the price she might be bearing.

"The war is about to begin," he stroked the place where he had just kissed again and again, which made Mu Yu very satisfied, "Go home first, madman."

The tower stood alone in the cold wind In the middle of the mourning, brick by brick is like a stacked and accumulated staircase.

It's nothing more than one level emphasizing the other, and there has never been any change.