Chapter 132

When the school approaches Hogsmeade, it is no longer convenient to apparate. Mu Yu walked quickly on the narrow path. He didn't stop until he saw that there were still dozens of meters left before entering the village and sighed: "It seems you shouldn't go in this direction."

"You don't even need to use the Cruciatus Curse..."

Bellatrix At first, he was a few steps behind, but he was not willing to walk behind her, so he hurriedly took a few steps to force himself to walk side by side with her.

She stopped talking when she realized that she was actually asking this bastard for advice.

"The Cruciatus Curse may make Fudge suffer for a period of time, forcing him to be driven by fear. But these are not enough to completely control him. There is one thing that can make Fudge really suffer and stimulate his desire," Mu Yu said nothing. Worrying about her feelings, he stopped and looked at the lantern-dotted castle standing on the top of the mountain in the distance, "Think carefully, what is this?"

The best thing to do at this time is to ignore her question and walk away. Haoji tried his best to humiliate her again.

But Bellatrix couldn't do it. Mu Yu seemed to be showing off, which made people hate him but he was powerless to do anything about it. Whether it is ignoring or insulting, it seems to be another form of admitting defeat.

This freak.

Mu Yu seemed to be unable to feel her emotional ups and downs, and reminded her kindly: "His extreme desire, Dumbledore was able to get it without any effort, but he refused in every possible way." She always looked up at the man sitting in front of him. The castle standing on the top of the mountain seemed to be majestic and inviolable when I first entered school, but now it is different.

The last ray of sunset floats away like a ribbon on the top of the mountain.

"It's power. Cornelius Fudge wants to get rid of Dumbledore and be the minister forever." This sentence seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

"Look, it's not that difficult to think about these things when you calm down." The increasingly bright lights in the castle fascinated her, and the shadows of the flames danced in her eyes. "I hope a spell can solve it once and for all."

The people around him probably wanted to pull out the wand. Mu Yu knew that if he could choose Bellatrix, he would rather give her a once and for all death. Not

only did she not care about it, she also took the initiative to ignite such hatred and unwillingness: "You should go back, otherwise the curse will really be unsolvable."

The curse seemed to be brewing again, reminding Bellatrix that she had been saved by a bastard.

"You are so willing to go back to the castle to do those ridiculous homework under Dumbledore's supervision and fight with the filthy Mudbloods and pure-blood traitors."

Facts have proved that she should not have brought shame on herself. Anything you say in front of a freak must be considered carefully.

Mu Yu played with his wand, as if thinking of words, and hesitated for a while before looking at Bellatrix.

"We all have things to do." Although those eyes looked directly at the person, there was no reflection of the person, "but I always have to go home."

They are so alike.

For a moment, Mu Yu thought Bellatrix was going to pull out the wand, but she didn't know whether it was because she was anxious to get rid of the curse or for other reasons. In short, she just closed her robe unnaturally, as if to cover up, and stopped looking at her. With one glance, he turned and left without saying a word, turning into a thin black mist under the night and drifting into the distance.

The lights in the castle became brighter, and the bright light left her with no extra energy to care about what others thought, so she had to walk along the increasingly rugged road toward the source of the light.

The shadow is cast on the winding path, like a dark cloud gradually enveloping the light on the top of the mountain.

Dinner was almost over when we returned to Hogwarts. Even the last sound of knives and forks stopped when she entered the auditorium.

Everyone was looking at her, exactly like the situation in the Ministry of Magic, with curiosity, fear, vigilance, and pity all mixed together and falling heavily on her. She never got that much attention in school.

Likewise, none of this affects her. The emotions stacked up on him could not shake his steady pace.

There has been a change in the teaching bench. Umbridge's disgusting pink hair was too recognizable, and Snape's original seat was replaced by a fat, bald old man like a walrus.

Neither the other teachers nor the principals of several schools at the table looked at her, as if they were just a ball of air.

Mu Yu chose an empty seat at the Slytherin table and sat down. It wasn't until she sat down that something seemed to click, and buzzing discussions began to swirl around her.

Astoria almost instinctively wanted to shrink into her sister's arms, but she changed her mind halfway. He grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and sat there as if nothing had happened.

Daphne was different. When she came over, she only glanced up quickly and then had no contact with her again.

For some reason, Shen Qitong arrived at the Gryffindor table and sat down with Phil Garcia.

I didn’t expect that the school would change a lot after being away for only a few days.

A crisp sound interrupted the ongoing discussion. Dumbledore stood up and tapped the rim of his glass with his spoon. Even though rumors were rampant, especially with such a big event happening near the Ministry of Magic today, Dumbledore's authority as the principal seemed to still firmly protect the school.

"I want to announce two things tonight. The first is that after discussion, the finals of the championship will go on as scheduled. I hope that every warrior can eliminate interference and be fully prepared to face the final challenge."

Although he spoke He glanced at everyone equally, but his eyes focused on the Gryffindor table.

"The second thing is a temporary change in the position of the teacher. Professor Snape took a leave of absence to search for rare herbs. During his absence, Potions was temporarily taught by Professor Slughorn."

The one who looks like a walrus The old man stood up, and scattered applause broke out from several long tables.

Slughorn... Mu Yu immediately remembered where he had heard this name. Dumbledore invited back the old professor from fifty years ago...

"As for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, unfortunately, due to physical reasons, Professor Moody is no longer qualified for this position, so I am happy to introduce Professor Umbridge, "Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher"

He didn't look happy at all. Umbridge stood up for a very short time to accept the welcome. Dumbledore almost stood up and continued: "Hogwarts has always been the best." It's Hogwarts, the home where we study and live together. It won't be shaken by mysteries and rumors, let alone by dark clouds..."

He didn't even mention the accident of the second project.

"Ahem."

When the artificial cough sounded, no matter how the people below thought about Dumbledore, they all looked at Umbridge in disbelief. No teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore's speech so bluntly.

What is even more surprising is that Dumbledore, who has always been humble and self-restrained, did not give in this time.

"Mixed information tempts people to make easy but incorrect choices. Hogwarts will not only teach you magic, but also teach you how to make the right choices..."

"Thank you, Headmaster, thank you for saying so. A warm welcome." Dumbledore's disregard made Umbridge embarrassed for a while, and Mu Yu's gaze made her shudder involuntarily. She has seen what this girl can do. Therefore, she had to interrupt quickly while Dumbledore was speaking.

Dumbledore did not sit down, and although he did not say any more, just looking at her so quietly was enough to make her break out in a cold sweat, making her feel ashamed and angry.

The standoff between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore seems to have finally reached the school.

Mu Yu tapped the table again and again. Umbridge glanced at her quickly, and finally her embarrassment and fear forced her to continue despite Dumbledore's invisible pressure: "Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts." Her voice was as sickeningly fake as ever, "It's so nice to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

"A lot of unpleasant things have happened recently, and the Ministry of Magic is very worried about you little kids. "Safety." She cleared her throat and frowned with concern, making her face more like a wrinkled toad skin. "Thoughts are the core of magic, and correct thoughts are the cornerstone of magic... "

This is not what Umbridge would say. Dumbledore immediately focused his attention on Mu Yu.

Umbridge still spoke in that sweet, cloying tone: "I know your little heads are full of expectations for colorful spells. But in the time we are about to spend together, we will do so with absolute safety. Explore the mysteries of thought in the form of understanding what is right, what is wrong, what is truth, and what is heresy. Positive, optimistic, honest and other beautiful qualities will replace negativity, pessimism, hypocrisy, and form shining crystals. The lovely magic wands in your hands create bright fireworks. We will work together to build a better tomorrow for the wizarding world and build our shared home."

The expressions of most of the professors at the teacher's desk changed. Professor McGonagall's brow had not relaxed since Umbridge spoke. The look Ning Yue looked at Mu Yu was far less subtle than Dumbledore's, and was as substantial as a needle prick.

Umbridge's voice was so sweet that it was boring to senior students, but it was still fresh to first-year students who had just entered the school a few months ago.

They are still young and have no understanding of thoughts. They only know that this seems to be a novel and fun thing that is as magical as magic.

"I promise that this journey will not disappoint you, and the wonderful things along the way will never disappoint your imagination. Now tell me, are you ready to start this wonderful trip?"

Ning Yue wanted to get up and start talking several times. It seemed that he was holding back for some reason. Katherine Jones only looked at Dumbledore, while Karkaroff lowered his head as if there was gold on a plate on the table.

Dumbledore was the first to applaud, followed closely by intermittent applause in the auditorium, with the most intense applause coming from the first-year students. In their eyes, there was nothing more than a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Seeing Dumbledore applauding, Mu Yu paused before smiling and clapped his hands twice. Few people noticed that Umbridge secretly wiped the sweat from her forehead after seeing Mu Yu's smile.

It looks like a lively scene with flowers and brocades, but it always looks like a jigsaw puzzle that has been forcibly put together, so fragile that it can fall apart at the slightest touch.

"Sister." Astoria involuntarily moved towards Daphne and called out softly.

It seems that no one around her can be trusted, and the only one she can rely on is her sister.

"Don't be afraid, Leah," Daphne gently took her sister into her arms, blocking her from the unreal noise. Her eyes met Shen Qitong, "It will all pass."

She held her tightly with one hand. Astoria held her steady, but her other hand was balled up under the table.

"I'm not afraid," Astoria took her hand away and refused her defense. "I just took a look to see if you were there." Of course,

Mu Yu would not stay at school again. After dinner, she left directly from the auditorium door openly. No one stopped him. Dumbledore would not stop him easily at this time, and the others had no position to stop him. Everyone watched helplessly as the figure merged from the brightly lit lobby into the ink-like darkness.

Some people shivered for unknown reasons while watching, and soon the crowd learned to play dumb, lowering their heads and no longer paying attention to the shadow that disappeared directly by the gate.

On the way back to the dormitory, Astoria held Daphne's hand and never let go: "Theodore is not here."

The little girl's voice was trembling no matter how hard she pretended to be brave.

"I know," Daphne held her sister tightly, she seemed to have grown a lot in a few days. Seeing that Astoria couldn't stop looking back at the door, he gently pulled her back and said, "Don't look, Leah. Sleep well, there will be Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow."

Her words always caught the attention of the first. Astoria was comforted for a moment.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin common rooms are far apart, and the two houses are separated on the first floor. Before entering the cold basement, Astoria raised her head and glanced at the changing and rotating stairs in the castle.

The warm light caused by the dancing candlelight in the stairwell blended so harmoniously with the faint light of the lake in the basement.

She had never noticed it before.

It was already late at night when we went back. This house in the middle of nowhere in London is completely silent day and night without any light.

When Mu Yu went back tonight, he saw the light at the door that hadn't been used in decades was on. The lamp was lit by someone's magic, and the faint green light rippled in the night, much like dancing fireflies.

She stood under the porch for a moment before deftly opening the door and walking in.

When she closed the door, a few faintly dancing green lights under the eaves suddenly went out.

The living room was no longer as dark as before. For the first time, a few candles were lit, illuminating one wall blood red. Nagini was curled up comfortably by the fire.

He sat by the fireplace and read. When he read quietly, he was insulated from violence and cruelty, and blood had nothing to do with him. Huo Zhu even added a layer of faint gold rim to him.

Mu Yu first stood a few feet away and admired it for a while. He didn't know whether he was admiring the beating patterns of the candlelight or pondering Nagini's coiled tail. After that, he took the initiative to walk over and lean into his arms without him having to express any more.

As soon as she leaned closer, Riddle held her tightly in his arms. In this regard, they have formed a silent understanding.

"The Daily Prophet has sent the article that will be published." He put his chin on her shoulder and motioned her to look at the thing in her hand.

In fact, it goes without saying that Mu Yu knew what this article was about. The bold title is hard to ignore.

Gods—existence or legend?

She glanced at it roughly, knowing exactly what the Daily Prophet would publish. The article seemed well organized and full of all kinds of evidence, but she knew that the evidence was almost random fabrication.

However, how many people would pursue the authenticity of the evidence?

He should be in a very good mood, not at all angry about the assassination that happened today, and he didn't know what Bellatrix told him: "The East is about to announce it... "

Mu Yu only felt a cold feeling on his earlobe, as if Nagini was coiled on it, spitting out letters little by little. He kept hugging her tightly, as if he could get some warmth from her.

"Norway is building a palace on the top of the snow-capped mountains."

His extreme joy was as elusive as the dancing candlelight, but Mu Yu could always capture its trajectory.