Chapter 135: Operation

Barty Crouch was not in a hurry to respond to her. Instead, he observed the indoor layout with interest for a while and said, "You are becoming more and more bold, which proves that the results are not small."

Mu Yu continued Focusing on the book in her hand, she couldn't help but put her forehead with her hands when she saw that he hadn't gotten to the point for a long time: "I'm very busy tonight. According to the procedure, you shouldn't see me directly." She put down the book, still looking like the wind that he was so familiar with. Yun Dan's appearance said, "To make a long story short."

She was even more haggard than before. Perhaps it was because of the endless accidents that had happened recently, or perhaps the haggardness came from the secrets she tried so hard to hide.

The withered hand always appeared in the flickering firelight.

"Bellatrix is ​​there." Seeing that Mu Yu nodded slightly, he understood that she knew everything well, "I'm here to ask for advice. Do you still want to keep Viola?"

I wonder if it was because he had been with Ivan for a long time that he had unconsciously acquired some habits. Now he was very strict and normal when talking about business. Mu Yu was not used to it for a while.

She stroked the pages of the book and looked up at the office across the wall. , the cruel punishment continued, and after writing it so many times, there were still only light red marks on the backs of their hands. She seemed to feel tired, and she stared at the beating fire again.

"Snape is okay." Are you comfortable?" Barty Crouch Jr. could clearly see the corners of her lips twitching slightly. It was obvious that she was enjoying this moment extremely.

"Very comfortable," he blinked, as if he could see through the fuzzy rising furnace . The fire analyzed her every move thoroughly, "Severus acted as if he was truly willing to devote himself to us. "

Dedication," Mu Yu sneered, put down the book and stood in front of the transparent wall to carefully observe the indoor scene. After a long time, he imperceptibly snapped his fingers. The moment the sound fell, the red marks on their hands were revealed. It went deeper, and the outline of the letters could be vaguely seen, “Of course I’ll keep it. After finally putting a bait down, it would be a pity not to catch a few big fish. "

Every second she looked away was as painful to him as torture.

"That Muggle Ivan may not be a Muggle. "He said it in a hurry, like a child who couldn't wait to show off his achievements and win the attention of adults.

This seemed to make Mu Yu a little more interested, and his tone was raised: "Oh, it's kind of interesting," this interest quickly disappeared. He fell down, "But what does it matter?"

He should be gnashing his teeth with hatred for this weirdo, but now this weirdo's indifferent tone urged him to continue to prove himself to him: "I have done a lot, in the United States and A bunch of Muggles are dealing with each other. If it weren't for me, Ivan would have died at least ten times..."

Somehow, he had a hint of grievance.

"I know, I know, we all understand your hardship and helplessness. Comparable loyalty," Mu Yu's voice became dreamy and ethereal as the flames became weaker and weaker, "It's just Barty, you still need to learn from Ivan, whether he is a Muggle or a wizard, his patience, disguise , a unique sense of smell as a politician..."

She turned around and gently fiddled with the fire. The originally shaky flames regained their strength under this fiddle: "You said you would not let us down. "

The door was lightly knocked, and as she fiddled with it, the flames flickered and flickered, and finally went out with a pop.

A candle dimly lit up in the room at the moment the flames went out. In the two dark rooms, only the back of the hand was bright red. The handwriting reflected a strange red light.

The door opened with a creak, and the thin figure began to wander around when he saw the girl sitting upright on the chair, going back and forth in the darkness and the cold light of the candle flame circle.

"You're right, Theodore. "Mu Yu crossed his hands and leaned on the soft chair, his whole body melting into a still oil painting in the candlelight.

"Come here. "Umbridge's sweet instructions penetrated through the short gap, tearing apart the beauty of the oil painting.

That beauty was originally fake.

Only then did Harry and Daphne stand up, and the weak light could illuminate the two of them. The trembling hand. The wound had healed, but the red part on the back of the hand was still blurry, with tender flesh on the outside.

Mu Yu raised his chin towards him, gesturing for him to come in. Theodore forced his eyes away from the transparent wall. Facing the light of the candle, I walked step by step into the halo of futile struggle in the room.

"Hands. "Umbridge issued a new order. Her

fat, stubby fingers with a bunch of ugly old-fashioned rings touched their hands: "Tsk, tsk, it seems I haven't left a deep mark on you yet," She smiled brightly and said, "It doesn't matter, we can try again tomorrow night, right? You can go. "

I remember you once said that you wanted to live in seclusion in Godric's Hollow and be a drug dealer." Mu Yu didn't care about Umbridge's perverted pleasure at all. He only held his chin and looked at Nott, as if he was very concerned. He said like, "Why did you change your mind now?"

"This is a waste of my talent, especially under such circumstances." Even sitting in front of her, Theodore could only touch a chair, his The words seemed to have been prepared directly in advance, "I want to serve you, at least I am more valuable than my father. "

These remarks did not touch Mu Yu much. She had seen too much. She had a gentle smile from beginning to end, but in Nott's eyes, she would rather not smile. Such a smile is really cold.

"Can you show me your hands?" She was

obviously not as arrogant as Umbridge. On the contrary, she was extremely gentle and polite, but he felt that there was no difference between her and Umbridge's

long sleeves . , the black snake imprinted on the arm seemed to come alive in the firelight, whether it was because of the flicker of the flame or something, it seemed to be vaguely twisting and hissing,

Mu Yu took the hand and held it carefully under the light. Admiring the mark: "You still chose to be a madman," I don't know if she was laughing or just stating calmly, "This road is not easy to change. "

The slender index finger kept rubbing the mark, which seemed to be very comforting. The ferocious snake seemed to be quiet under such gentle caress.

"Look, I can't stay in school all the time, but not We hope that an unwanted accident will happen, and Professor Umbridge alone is obviously not enough." After fiddling with it for a long time, she seemed to be tired of it, and let go of his arm, "Theodore, this is an extremely small thing. A small commission is the beginning of your accumulation of value. "

Under the gentle caress just now, the snake that finally settled down seemed to come to life again, grinding its teeth bit by bit in the seam of his bones.

Theodore Nott's eyes never flashed, always allowing her to Look yourself in the eye and say: "Whatever you want me to do, I will do it. "

His shadow was all swallowed up in the shadows that could not be illuminated by the candlelight.

The cold wind swirled in the corridor, making the torches in the corridor flicker. Harry couldn't even look at it since he walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. Daphne, who was walking out together, just kept walking forward.

"Potter!" Daphne suddenly called him, but he ignored her and continued to stride forward. Daphne chased him for two steps and saw that he was walking further and further. Soon, he was about to disappear around the corner and shouted again: "Potter! Wait a minute!"

Harry seemed not to believe that this Slytherin really wanted to talk to her, and only stopped after the second time, Looking back in confusion,

Daphne panted and chased after them. She carefully cast a barrier around the two of them before speaking: "Stop confronting her." She ignored the impatience on Harry's face and glanced at the bright red face. He said quickly with the back of his hand, "What good is it to face her face to face except to get hurt? You can't change anything at all, no one will hear your voice, let alone know the truth. "

She took a deep breath and ignored Harry's surprise and doubt: "Why don't you try a roundabout, more subtle way. For example, why don't you set up a Defense Against the Dark Arts tutorial class privately? You also know the current Defense Against the Dark Arts We're not even allowed to have wands in class, so what useful things can we learn?"

The barrage of words made Harry stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, his shock turned into deep alert: " I remember you are a Slytherin."

Daphne didn't expect that he was so prejudiced against Slytherin, and her tone couldn't help but become irritable: "What does it matter? Hogwarts is also my home and my school. To protect her own family, she is divided into houses."

She stood in front of Harry, as if she would not give up until she got a clear answer: "Listen, Potter, we need a qualified teacher to teach us real knowledge, and you are the best. A suitable candidate. I don't believe Granger hasn't said something similar to you."

Harry originally wanted to mutter a few words of denial, but the hope in those blue eyes was so intense that it hurt him. No matter how long it takes, the rhetoric seems extremely weak: "I, I... who wants me to teach them? I am just a monster, a mentally disturbed lunatic now."

"Oh, I will let you know how many people are willing to listen to you. "Daphne was very sure about this. Seeing that he didn't refuse so much, she patted his shoulder, "You are not alone, and Gryffindor is not the only one who is fighting. Potter, please think about it carefully. I will look for opportunities to contact Granger when the time comes."