Chapter 133 Change

"Marble is the base, and the pendant is made of spiritual stone from the Norwegian spiritual stone mine. Every stone and every decoration is embedded with magic." His joy has always been brought by trophies, and the blueprint of the Norwegian palace was given to him. It was nothing more than an easy-to-get trophy, "This is a generous gift from Northern Europe to God."

He seemed to be still just like three years ago, pouring the "gifts" plundered from elsewhere in front of her and waiting for a response.

It seemed as if something had quietly changed.

Mu Yu stared intently at the two overlapping shadows on the wall, and obeyed his mercy. The candlelight flickered a little, and the shadows swayed slowly. She traced the movement of light and shadow, not caring so much about this body.

At this time, there is no room for ambition and interests to burn even in the candlelight.

They learned how to briefly stop at certain points and temporarily build an illusion they could call home.

"I thought it would be later in the evening," the unreal light and shadow found it difficult to satisfy her. She was about to move several times but stopped, showing that at least tonight he had no intention of returning to his previous absurdity. She turned to describe his face with a slight boredom, "I thought they would just wait."

The coldness moved, and she almost mistakenly thought that Nagini was wrapped around her, and she slipped and was hugged tightly again.

"Obviously, they all want to play some tricks." He took out the well-hidden pendant and played with it. The chain kept rubbing her neck. "Through the formation you built, a letter came from Dongfang. ."

He couldn't help but put a piece of paper into her hand, obviously wanting her to read it out.

Mu Yu didn't believe that he didn't understand the content of the letter at all, so he wouldn't obey him at all. She began to read the letter silently by candlelight.

This letter was definitely not written by Shen Yi or Shen Xu. The text is rough and full of grammatical typos, and several places where characters should have been replaced by strange and crooked symbols.

She read very slowly, almost studying each word. Riddle noticed that he would always follow her gaze unconsciously. Every second she paused on a word, the irritation that emerged became stronger.

The candle burned too brightly.

He stopped playing with the locket and instead hugged the person in his arms tightly. This is his unique way of fighting - relentlessly seeking to prove her existence.

"The north has been unable to be conquered for a long time. They decided to temporarily use the river as a boundary to openly announce the existence of our world to the whole world." Mu Yu casually pointed out a line to him. Rather than pointing, it was better to shake it briefly and quickly take it. He said, "Madman, they will admit the existence of magic and gods in March."

It seemed that he should have known it for a long time. Mu Yu finally knew where his vague ecstasy came from.

She did not stop, always watching the flames dancing in his eyes, gradually blending with the madness in his red eyes: "The whole article is full of praise. They firmly believe that it is a supreme honor for the gods to read their words, fanaticism Praising the palace that was being renovated on the top of Kunlun Mountain, praying that God would continue to give them strength and illuminate their future."

The letter was thrown on the candlelight and burned, and she lowered her voice when the fragile paper gradually curled up in the flames. Laughed out loud.

The school teaches people what is right, and people copy the disciplines and norms over and over again, but a palace is being built on the top of the mountain, with spiritual stones and white jade as the foundation, constructing a generous gift to the gods.

Needless to say, Riddle could see through her mind and pulled her further in.

"Fudge came to see me today, and our smart friend across the ocean actually did two big things in one go." He began to kiss her hair, the violence gushing out of his words was in stark contrast to the gentle and tender kiss. , "The excitement has just begun, Yu."

Whether it was sowing discord or assassinating the Muggle, or even Barty Crouch Jr., he didn't care. But the former bereaved dog, the loyal servant lying at his feet, actually tried to take Mu Yu away from him.

Only he has the qualifications to cut off this flower.

As if on occasion, there was a knock on the door. He continued to hold Mu Yu in his arms and said with a little complacency, "The guests are here, and they are also your acquaintances."

No wonder he was so restrained today.

Mu Yu looked at the door with his chin up in boredom, and then tried to open his hand again: "I probably know who it is."

The main door opened slowly and automatically, and Riddle let her go from the moment it opened, becoming cute again. Scary and difficult to approach. Mu Yu didn't take it seriously and carefully arranged the wrinkled robe.

The taller the open door is, the more insignificant the figure standing in the middle becomes.

Only a shaky, thin silhouette could be vaguely revealed from the darkness. When he gradually entered the range of light and shadow, he finally showed his real appearance.

Despite his expectations, Mu Yu was surprised to meet Theodore Nott on such an occasion.

He was even thinner, as if he would be blown over by the wind even if he took a few steps, but he stood steadily and stopped a few feet away in a very measured manner.

He lowered his head, not looking at Mu Yu or anyone else.

"Theodore, welcome," Tom Riddle opened his arms casually in a welcoming gesture, and his smooth and lazy tone also lacked much emotion, "Theodore showed courage that his good-for-nothing father did not have, and it was rare to show his wealth. As a pureblood should, I decided to reward him with an honor."

He said it not as if he wanted to give someone an honor.

Mu Yu glanced at Theodore Nott, but his brief gaze did not change anything. He was silent, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

"Honor..." Nagini began to swim on the ground and hissed. He was going out, and he would not take her with him this time. Mu Yu chewed the word repeatedly, "It is indeed an honor."

"You can see this surprise tomorrow..."

He seemed to be explaining, which was not in line with his style at all. But Mu Yu would not wait for an explanation from him.

"The excitement has just begun," she stared at Theodore, who lowered his head lower and lower, but was not entirely speaking to him, "I didn't expect you to make such a choice, Theodore."

She said . Step by step, she stepped up the stairs and leaned on the railing. She couldn't tell which one was softer, the night breeze or her voice: "There is a new teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Tomorrow is her first class. Don't be late." ."

It wasn't Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that heralded a new day.

It's crying.

The sky had been gloomy since breakfast, and thick clouds hung on the ceiling, as if they could collapse it if not careful.

The crying broke out in the morning when the clouds were rolling in and everything was ominous.

It was low at first, like a ghost lingering on the Hufflepuff table, and then it became higher and higher, so desolate that other houses could not ignore it, and composed a lament throughout the entire hall.

It's Susan Bones. This girl, who had always been kind, quiet and shy, burst into tears in front of so many people for the first time.

The loud crying didn't last long, and gradually became intermittent, compressed into small whimpers and sobs.

There was no one at the teachers' bench, making the auditorium even more empty.

There was rare silence in the noisy auditorium, and the only sound was the occasional crunching of knives, forks and dishes. Few people can eat in such an atmosphere.

Mu Yu stirred the pumpkin porridge in the bowl, with the latest issue of the Daily Prophet pressed under the bowl. It seemed like she was equally sentimental about the news that had just been released. In fact her attention was never on the words.

The Daily Prophet spent a lot of space reporting on what happened near the Ministry of Magic yesterday, using only two lines to list the list of victimized wizards, and the name Amelia Burns was prominently on the list.

The cold and emotionless black letters were undoubtedly the strongest stimulus to Susan.

This news item seemed to have been drafted a long time ago, preferring to describe in detail how the Minister of Magic Fudge announced how to deal with "abnormal Muggle activities", including the immediate appointment of Umbridge as the High Inspector of Hogwarts.

Even in this whole article, I don’t want to waste a word on the victim.

It was only then that Hogwarts, far away from the center of the storm, finally felt some of the power of the impact, and those inside truly realized that the outside was not a paradise like the castle.

It's a pity that Dumbledore has protected this world too well over the years.

Several eyes fell on her. They were angry, forbearing, and calculating. She ignored them all and continued to sip the porridge in small sips.

"How could the Daily Prophet..." Astoria muttered, and before she could finish speaking, Daphne pinched her hard to shut up.

This move is somewhat redundant. First, there was a bright flash of lightning across the sky, and then a thunder covered up all the small sounds. A tall, thin shadow staggered in amid the lightning and thunder, as if it had just crawled out of the earth.

It was Theodore Nott.

I don’t know how he spent this night. He staggered very much in just a few steps and almost slid to the Slytherin table.

Nott was no different from an invisible person in the school itself, and his appearance did not attract much attention. After all, most people were still immersed in the sadness of Susan Bones. However, Nott's arrival attracted the attention of the entire Slytherin for the first time.

Curiosity, fear, jealousy, longing, there are so many emotions that can hardly be accommodated on one table.

No matter how ignorant they were, they should still vaguely understand that one of their companions had already made a choice.

Draco Malfoy was so excited when he saw Theodore Nott that he almost stood up. Mu Yu cut him off before he could say anything, and took the initiative to greet Theodore: "You're late, Theodore, but there's still some pumpkin porridge left."

After being a classmate for almost four years, she had never taken the initiative to greet Theodore . He said such a long polite speech.

She was different from last night. Last night her whole body seemed to be suffused with the warmth and light of the candlelight, no longer so distant and ethereal. However, after returning to school this morning, the dancing candle melted into a pool of cold spring again.

The water is gleaming, but it is also bottomless.

"Thank you, I'm not hungry."

He still lowered his head and stared at the patterns on the oak table, refusing to look at her head-on.

Mu Yu didn't care about his alienation. She pushed away the porridge in front of her and stood up first: "That's good." She walked to him and clicked on

the new class schedule. "Otherwise, the first Defense Against Dark Arts class wouldn't be that good. It's hard."

In fact, Umbridge proved how difficult this class was with her actual actions.

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Umbridge was already sitting behind the podium, still wearing a pink cardigan and a black bow that did not match her age, and the blush on her face had not dissipated.

Sudden access to power is always exciting.

"Good morning, classmates!" Even the usual greetings are so enthusiastic.

Several people made random noises in response.

"Tsk, tsk, that's not possible," she shook her head pretentiously, "I hope you will answer like this, Good morning, Professor Umbridge."

"Good morning, Professor Umbridge." The others had to answer in unison.

"That's right," Umbridge's voice was still very tired, "It's not too difficult. Please put away your wand and take out your quill."

After everyone did as she was told, she took out a short The amazing wand struck hard on the blackboard to reveal the big words:

Rightness

. "Students, your teaching of this course has always been intermittent and unsystematic, right?" Umbridge turned to face the crowd, crossing her hands and fingers. Duanduan was placed in front of his chest, and he glanced at Mu Yu who was sitting in the corner from time to time, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them do not seem to follow the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, and have never touched the core of this course. "

These problems are about to be corrected. Our first lesson is Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the core of magic as a whole." The extremely short wand tapped the blackboard again, and the word became brighter. "Correct."

Even during the lecture, she tried her best to imitate the sweet tone of the little girl: "Why don't you take out your quill pen and copy this word thirty times. After that, we will move on to the next step.

" The only sound that could be heard was the rustling of quills writing on parchment. Mu Yu looked at the shining words on the blackboard, turned the pen in his hand, and then took out a heavy book to read.

She doesn't need to copy it correctly over and over again. Correctness is funnier than a joke in her eyes.

Daphne looked back and started writing half a beat slower than the others. In her eyes, Mu Yu was quietly copying at his desk like everyone else. But she no longer wanted to believe what she saw.

Just such a brief hesitation made Umbridge come to her, with a weird and disgusting smile on her face: "Is there any problem, dear?"

Daphne touched the quill with her hand, and it seemed that she even picked up the pen. A difficult question.

Umbridge's shadow pressed against the desk, blocking out the light.

She took several deep breaths, as if desperately trying to grab some air from the gap.

"Professor..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, the classroom door was slammed open. In the darkness, Shen Qitong's fiery red cloak was the most beautiful color. This fiery red light drove straight in, like a sharp sword that cut through the oppression that Umbridge had deliberately created.

Shen Qitong didn't show any dignity to Umbridge, and walked straight into the classroom as if she were an outsider and sat in the back row: "Do you mind if we come to sit in and experience the teaching at Hogwarts, Professor?"

She said Followed by Phil Garcia, who was more polite than her in comparison, and showed an apologetic smile towards Umbridge, but how sincere it was was a matter of opinion.

Umbridge's face looked like a misshapen, half-melted sugar cube.

"Audience must be submitted for approval, Miss Shen, Mr. Phil Garcia," she quickly adjusted and showed an expression of triumphant enjoyment. "Although you are warriors, you are also guests. As a professor, I He is also the Senior Inspector of Hogwarts. Without my approval, you have no right to break into my classroom. "

It's okay not to mention this. Shen Qitong laughed out loud when he mentioned this, which made Wu Mu laugh. For Richie, it was undoubtedly a public execution: "You are not yet the principal, madam, so you'd better take your time, don't be so hasty. Being too hasty can easily cause you to lose your temper."

She never looked at Umbridge, but instead spent most of her energy on it . Put it on Mu Yu. On the surface, she said that the principal was trying to hurt Umbridge's face, but in fact, her target was not a clown at all.

The word "principal" was an insult to Umbridge, and she almost couldn't help but get angry, but when she saw Mu Yu gently knocking on the table again, the fear of being burned by the flames came back again.

She had to suppress all her anger and continue to turn to Daphne, trying to ignore Shen Xitong's provocation: "You still have problems."

Daphne has been much calmer since Shen Qitong and the others came in. Now that we have reached this point, there is no need to back down: "Yes, Professor. You didn't mention how to use defensive spells." The

rustling voice stopped for a while, Girls like Pansy looked at Daphne as if they had seen a ghost, and then returned to copying.

Umbridge was very satisfied with the current situation. She raised her eyebrows and asked in a cooing tone: "What's your name?"

"Daphne Greengrass."

"Well, Miss Greengrass, you seem to be dissatisfied with what I said yesterday. The understanding is not deep enough. The correctness of thought is the foundation of magic. In the first lesson, I am teaching you what is correct."

Daphne moved her lips and tacitly blocked Umbridge without waiting for Shen Qitong to respond. He casually pulled away the parchment on Daphne's desk and raised it in his hand: "Is it true that you can establish correct ideas by copying? I am really worried about Hogwarts. It is still continuing the teaching method that was abolished in the East a hundred years ago."

"Classroom discipline!" Umbridge stood back on the podium and looked at Shen Qitong with the most disgusting smug expression, "Even if you come to observe, you must abide by my discipline, Miss Shen. You actually don't care about the face of your own college..."

"Rather than losing face to Kunlun," Shen Qitong interrupted her slowly and pointedly, "I'm more surprised that someone has mastered the essence of Eastern dross and brought it outside..."

"We must start from the age of five. Tempering the Taoist heart, training and shaping the Taoist heart is an indispensable part of Kunlun's rebirth. The Taoist heart, to a certain extent, is the correctness of thoughts, Qitong, you may have forgotten," Mu Yu said as always Gentle, as if Shen Qitong didn't slap her at all a few days ago, "When grandpa taught you, he also asked you to copy the Heart Sutra."

Although it was equivalent to breaking up with Mu Yu after the second project, Shen Qitong never expected that she could be so shameless.

"How dare you..."

Phil Garcia pulled her, and she felt that Mu Yu was irritating people. This must be her usual method.

"Miss Mu came to Hogwarts when she was eleven years old, so she knows all about the Eastern School." Phil Garcia never made people feel uncomfortable, but it was like a frosty spring breeze that made people feel stuck in their throats.

Mu Yu ignored Phil Garcia's words and made a gesture of invitation to Umbridge: "I'm sorry, professor, but I feel it is necessary to correct a small cultural misunderstanding. You continue."

"Come to my office after class . , Miss Greengrass, we can discuss your questions," Umbridge said as if singing. "Students who have finished copying, open the newly issued textbook, "Magical Defense Theory", and read the first chapter Chapter, don't whisper while reading."

No one believed that she really wanted to discuss the issue seriously with Daphne. When she heard Umbridge's announcement, Daphne's face turned pale and she almost fell off the chair. .

The more uncomfortable she became, the more excited Umbridge became and took great pleasure in her pain.

"Although I am not the principal, but as a professor I can talk to any student, Miss Shen." The black velvet bow on her head looked like a dangling fly. "Also, as a professor, I have the right to refuse the requests of the auditors." Join us. This will not happen again, ladies and gentlemen. "

Although conversation is not allowed, private glances are inevitable.

Even a dull person like Crabgoyle can feel that Hogwarts is changing.

School is becoming less like school.