Chapter 13 Parting

Mu Yu calmed down, only her red eyes showed the violent ups and downs of her emotions.

The boy opposite is still handsome and gloomy. The obsession is over, he is not only the Dark Lord who once dominated Europe, but also the eleven-year-old Tom Riddle.

Mu Yu only saw Tom Riddle: "I'm curious about what your obsession is." Mu Yu waved his wand to clean up the leftovers.

He didn't speak. They had known each other for three months, and their conversations often answered questions that didn't make sense. This is what Tom Riddle enjoys most, this is the secret language between them, an area that others can never decipher.

"Can you play a piece of music for me as a Christmas gift?"

He rarely used such a polite tone. Eleven-year-old Tom Riddle wouldn't do it, and Voldemort fifty years later wouldn't do it either.

Mu Yu smiled sweetly. This was not a fake smile, but a real smile from the bottom of his heart. The guqin appeared on the long table, Mu Yu gently stroked the strings, twisted them lightly with his bare hands, and played the first note.

In the mountains and rivers, it is hard to find a true friend.

Eleven years. Mu Yu didn't know if she could survive these eleven years. He was hiding in a dirty corner with his last breath, watching his former subordinates defecting one by one, and watching the world become more prosperous because of him.

She has no concept of good and evil, and is simply trying to understand a person from the perspective of a companion for the first time.

The Dark Lord at his peak would not and did not need a partner who could listen to him, just like the trace of resentment that was stifled by Mu Yu. But eleven-year-old Tom Riddle needed, even desperately wanted.

Whether it was eleven years of despair that affected fifty years of time and space, or whether the wish from fifty years ago was reflected in reality, Mu Yu no longer knew. She never quite understood obsession, which involved very profound rules in the world, and she didn't know how she got involved.

At the age of eleven, Mu Yu, who was struggling on the edge of good and evil, met eleven-year-old Tom Riddle, and that was enough. She once grasped the edge of the light, but it was he who opened her hand bit by bit. It can be destruction or rebirth.

She found her way.

Tom Riddle also relieved his obsession.

It is both each other's salvation and the degradation of embracing each other.

His obsession has long been clearly explained by the roaring gunfire of fighter planes.

The song is over.

Tom's figure is also gradually becoming transparent. He closes his eyes, as if he is still intoxicated in the music: "It sounds good."

His fingertips still retain the temperature of the apple pie that day, and that little bit of temperature is quietly reflected on the cold rain curtain in London. A tiny window melted out, and a blood-red Bianhua flower swayed behind it.

Only he can pluck this flower from the other side.

First it was a small test, more like he was just trying to pull her closer than a hug. He soon realized that this distance was far from enough, and he tried to hug Mu Yu in an extremely awkward posture - an action he had never done before.

Those people call it...a hug. No one had ever hugged him like this, and he didn't bother to hug anyone.

But now it seems that only this kind of hug can keep Mu Yu forever and ensure that this flower of the other side will always be in his hands.

This is just Tom Riddle's obsession, an obsession that is destined to merge with the ontology.

The hazy mist and rain in London are too small and helpless compared with fifty years of time. Therefore, he wanted to remember her firmly, remember the bright color that suddenly broke into his dark world, and the cloud that floated leisurely through his world.

Mu Yu's first reaction was to step back, and he even almost threw a spell at him. Unfortunately, she was pulled forward by him before she could react. The cold body made her shiver, but it miraculously calmed her panic.

This is really not the right time to recall those things.

Even though the deformed and strange posture didn't look like he was hugging her, but rather like he wanted to strangle her, she still stayed safely in her arms, gently and slowly pulled his hand to her waist, and patiently corrected his posture.

At first, he struggled to get away, but when he couldn't get away, he let her play with her.

The faint scent of sandalwood lingered on the tip of his nose, and he lifted up Mu Yu's fallen hair, as if to catch something. Mu Yu whispered: "Merry Christmas."

She kept this posture. The bodies that were so close to each other first became colder and colder, and then gradually became emptier, until there was only air left in her arms.

He disappeared.

Mu Yu had stood in this small room countless times. No one knows that the most terrifying dark wizard was born in such a cramped and dirty room, and no one knows the Dark Lord's deepest obsession.

Tom Riddle has long been sealed by him. Only Mu Yu accidentally touched the dusty memory.

"Mr. Dumbledore, you have to know that Tom is having a very unpleasant time with some children."

Mu Yu listened to their voices indifferently. She saw Mrs. Cole and Dumbledore standing at the door of the room. Tom sat calmly in his chair. Mu Yu stood next to him.

She saw a younger Dumbledore.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore held out his hand.

Tom hesitated, but still shook Dumbledore's hand.

"I'm Professor Dumbledore."

Tom glanced at Mu Yu who was standing by the closet. His eyes were full of vigilance when he turned to Dumbledore.

"Professor" he chewed the word carefully.

Dumbledore glanced in the direction of the wardrobe. No one was there.

He explained patiently: "I am Professor Dumbledore, and I work in a school called Hogwarts. I am here to invite you to study in my school, your new school, if you are willing."

He didn't miss Tom's wink in the direction of the wardrobe at the mention of Hogwarts. Tom was still full of distrust towards him: "Hogwarts, where is that place?"

"Hogwarts is a magic school. You are a wizard, Tom."

Of course he has been to Hogwarts, he Been there too many times.

"You are also a wizard."

"Yes."

"Prove it to me."

The flames burned the wardrobe, and Dumbledore raised his eyebrows: "It seems like something is trying to get out."

"Theft is not allowed, Tom. Hogwarts not only teaches you magic, but also teaches you how to use it correctly."

Tom lowered his head, but looked at Mu Yu from the corner of his eye. In her hand was a blooming Bana flower. Mu Yu approached him and placed the fiery red Bianhua flower in his palm.

Tom was neither surprised nor panicked in the firelight. The burning wardrobe is not like the Manzhushahua blooming everywhere. Neither beautiful nor cruel.

"Hogwarts will provide certain subsidies to some students." Dumbledore took out a bag of gold coins, which were gold galleons. Tom looked greedily at a gold coin. This was a turning point in his life.

"I'm very willing to accompany you to Diagon Alley to buy necessities, Tom."

Tom still looked at Mu Yu. The girl was wearing a black robe and her eyes were staring directly into the rain. He saw her a total of 913 times. At that time, she liked to wear white very much. Black is the most suitable for her.

"No need, Professor." Tom showed a charming smile. Mu Yu knew very well that he was born to confuse people.

"I can also talk to snakes, which is unusual among wizards, right?"

Dumbledore paused obviously as he left. Tom blinked at Mu Yu, a very weak blink.

"Yes, a very rare ability."

This was his challenge to Dumbledore for burning his wardrobe.

As Dumbledore left, the scene in front of him collapsed piece by piece. The rain outside the window vowed to tear everything into pieces. The noisy London is distorting and disappearing, and even the roar of distant fighter planes is gradually blurring. All buildings are like an onion being peeled off, layer by layer, gradually falling off.

Mu Yu waved his hand, and the flower of the other side was still as red as blood, blooming with its last beauty in the gradually collapsing space and time.

"Beauty blooming to its extreme is darkness, Tom." The soft petals became sharp and turned into countless blades that pierced the pale wall. The wall quickly disappeared, and the bright red color turned into ashes.

Mu Yu knew it was time to truly say goodbye.

"Vol de mort." She whispered softly: "Fly away from death. What a beautiful name."

"To transcend death, first of all, don't be afraid of it."

Tom murmured. His voice was like the neighing of a snake: "At the end of the semester, go to the last room in the corridor on the fourth floor."

His voice returned to the tenderness of a child, and his figure twisted a bit, but refused to leave, as if he was doing something. Struggle: "Will you come to me? Come to Albania"

The surrounding scenery faded into a blank, only a corner of the room was still struggling to hold on.

He's asking for a promise. Fifty years later he would not ask in such an uncertain tone.

"Yes, definitely."

She didn't even ask what was waiting for her in Albania, she didn't even hesitate.

"Goodbye."

The goodbye was so clear and quick in the orphanage that turned into nothingness.

When Mu Yu woke up, the cold lake water was always lapping at the dark window in a monotonous rhythm. The green curtain blocked the only reflection from the lake.

There was a heavy texture on her hand, and she realized that she had actually kept the diary.

"Goodbye." Mu Yu looked at the simple diary and said softly.

Who would have thought that the first partner in her life with whom she could speak a few words would turn out to be a dark devil who did all kinds of evil.

He's just Tom Riddle.

Christmas is the most deserted time in the entire castle. Mu Yu especially likes to lean against a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and read a book, and he can spend an entire afternoon without realizing it.

On this day, as usual, she borrowed a book on rare magic spells from the library and sat under the tree to read quietly. From time to time, she used her wand to draw tracks in mid-air.

Snow fell from the treetops a little further away, and the clatter of horse hooves came from far away. Mu Yu just brushed away the snowflakes flying on her shoulders and continued to immerse herself in the book.

"Your magic power is far more advanced than that of your peers." Firenze didn't mind her rudeness. He glanced at the wand in Mu Yu's hand, "Alder likes advanced wizards."

Mu Yu gently turned the page and said, The pages of Huang's old book made a tiny crackling sound as they were turned.

"High magic comes either from rare gifts or from deep pain. You are surprised to have Chiron in the twelfth house and Pluto's shadow in your chart. Pain, struggle, and even sin are not It will stimulate your soul to produce powerful power." He smacked his lips, as if he was very interested in this.

The book in Mu Yu's hand shook slightly. She raised her head from the book. The winter sunlight reflected on the side of her face, making her look even colder: "We don't seem to know each other."

Firenze looked up at the sky: " I'm curious about your divination skills."

Mu Yu frowned and said, "I'm afraid I won't live up to your expectations. I'm not good at divination."

She picked up a dead branch from the ground and threw it deeper into the forbidden forest. : "The hexagram is just a guide. After all, destiny is made by oneself. Being trapped in the hexagram is the real stupidity."

Firenze shot arrows at the tree trunk with some boredom: "You really don't look like a Eleven-year-old girl." He put away his bow and arrow and walked deeper into the woods.

Mu Yu turned a deaf ear to the horseman's words. Horse people are good at divination, and they may actually see something through the stars.

Even life cannot last forever, let alone divination that relies on fate.

A shadow was cast above her head. She raised her head alertly, but after seeing the person clearly, she was surprised and said: "Why are you here?"