Chapter 141: Making amends

After falling into that familiar embrace, Mu Yu completely let his consciousness escape. She seemed to be picked up in the air, the howling of the cold wind and the warmth brought by the healing spell circulated around her body, building her own, absolutely safe nest.

Only in such comfort can all her senses, and even her last remaining thoughts, truly float freely.

This intertwining of warmth and cold led her into the sunset at Riddle's old house two years ago.

Whether it was the muddy and dirty London fifty years ago or the long summer spent in the old house two years ago, it is the last thing you want to face when you are awake. She avoided the former because she clearly understood that there was no magic in the world that could reverse the shaking of time and allow her to walk from the street to the end of the street over and over again.

And that summer, the scorching sunset kept creating illusions and sketching an untouchable blueprint for her. It seemed that she had already gotten what she wanted, and it seemed so unnecessary to move forward and obey her ambitions.

The reason why illusions become illusions is precisely because they attract people to indulge in them.

She didn't mind staying in a safe haven for a while, otherwise she would inevitably fall back into that dark corridor from which she could not escape.

At least she had someone to keep her company.

The injuries on his body looked scary, but in fact most of them were superficial injuries. The most important thing was actually the spell he accidentally cast. But if the most powerful healing spells and potions fail to work on her, it will really be over.

Mu Yu woke up quickly, and she had very little time to allow herself to indulge.

The sky that had been gloomy all day finally showed some light at dusk. But at this time, the sun was going down, and only a few rays of light were left struggling desperately.

The sunshine at the end of March and almost April is still not warm enough to soothe people. The last few rays of sunlight were bright red, shining on the wall like flowing, diluted blood.

He sat on a chair, flipping through a stack of documents, facing the last setting sun. Obviously the contrast between the two should be bloody and dark, but in Mu Yu's case, he seemed to be much softer, and there seemed to be little difference between his essence and disguise.

Perhaps it is difficult to detect the characteristics of the other party that stand out in front of outsiders only when people of the same kind get along with each other.

The sweetness still lingers between the lips and teeth. Apart from the magic potion, Mu Yu couldn't think of anything else she would drink.

She had never known that the curse-breaking potion could be sweet.

It's not the right time to wake up. She would rather sleep until April 13th, devote herself to the struggle for power all the time, and try her best to forget the many questions she had to face today.

In the maze, if the Horcrux was allowed to be destroyed, her escape would be easier. She was forced by Li Huo to panic and make the stupidest decision.

He was almost as stupid as she was. Maybe it was for the sake of his soul, or maybe it was for other reasons that he dared not even think about. He actually ignored all plans, chess games, calmness, and thinking, and only saw the castle shrouded in golden light.

The last few rays of light flickered out. Neither of them wanted to - or were doing their best to avoid looking at each other.

However, this is not like the past - after briefly wandering at the edge of the territory, it can be solved through temporary escape and compromise again and again.

They must have crossed the line, and it is getting worse.

Something is needed to cover up and make up for it, to suppress the endless illusions, otherwise weak emotions will become addictive and force people to linger in the falsehood. This is destruction.

Mu Yu understands this well. The first thing that can make up for the overstep is power, and the second is desire.

Perhaps it was because the blood red of the setting sun was too bewitching, or perhaps the sweetness left on her lips was too weird, the two of them worked together to bring out the hidden impulse. She had experienced the taste of a little impulse, just a little bit was enough to make people want to stop.

A piece of silk gently floated up to the knee. It felt softer than Nagini, and it was full of freshness that Nagini could never have. The ups and downs were like a snake, but far better than the winding and lingering snake.

Every time, with just a gentle hug, he could completely hold this flower blooming in hell in the palm of his hand.

Eternity is when you have it.

Riddle had regretted it ever since he cast the healing spell to brew the potion. However, regret also belonged to weakness, and weakness controlled him to do more things he shouldn't have done.

Since Mu Yu provided a way to cover up, he was happy to accept it.

He felt a little nostalgic. The beautiful jade gradually faded in the firelight that night, and he was accidentally interrupted before he could explore and play with it.

Desire is morphine.

This body was almost shaped by her own hands. She had to admit that her greed and attachment were probably beyond her expectations. The two drove her to constantly compete for territory.

"Shh. Yu, be quiet. You don't want me to use the silent spell," he was clearly threatening, but in front of Mu Yu, such a threat was more powerless than comfort. He could only continue to be involved in the endless tug of war with her, dragging the two of them towards the flame of desire, "Stay with me, and you are not allowed to leave again."

"The same goes for you, madman, you must accompany me to the end, "Mu Yu's murmur was like a lingering curse, "Otherwise I will kill you and use all means." The

last two rays of light from the setting sun circled each other on the wall, just a little short of sinking into eternal darkness together.

The two of them stopped exploring their desires at almost the same moment, naturally not because one of them chose to stop at this moment. The connection of souls allows the two to share the same perception.

"Someone is calling you." Mu Yu was the first to react and kissed her for the last time almost reluctantly. There are only a handful of people who can use this right. Once they do, it will be a big deal. Such a summons once again puts the power that had been briefly abandoned back on the table.

None of them will give up their pursuit of power amid the ups and downs of desire.

That is the behavior of the weak.

When he leaned over, the girl's hair was loose, and Riddle hugged her tightly, feeling an undue desire.

He wanted power and possession of her.

If what that person said wasn't so important...

my previous clothes were basically unwearable. Mu Yu put on another dress and sank into another armchair in the room. She was in an unprecedented good mood. She even had the time to show some sympathy to the person who made this move: "It should be little Barty Crow." Strange."

She said it accurately.

From the moment he saw the two of them, Barty Crouch Jr. sensed that the choice was wrong. The struggle in the power arena during this period made him vaguely aware that if he hadn't been far away, he might have had to face his anger.

"They passed the proposal. The Muggle is going to give a speech today," he tried to summarize it in the shortest possible terms. "The island should be jointly controlled by Greengrass, Viola, and Maurice Bernard."

He quickly Bowed: "I proposed to that Muggle to directly use Muggles to kill Christine and force Viola to stand in front of the stage." He slowly revealed the plan while maintaining absolute respect.

This is slightly different from what he said before. He told that such detailed changes also show his loyalty.

"You want to use the Magical Congress to contain Ilvermorny," Riddle reacted very quickly. His voice was always high and sharp in front of others, as if the brief desire just now was just an illusion. "Your frankness is gratifying. Gram Crouch. But actions seem to be more proof of talent and loyalty."

No matter how calm he was, Barty Crouch Jr. felt as if he had survived the disaster.

"Sooner or later, that island will be presented to us by Maurice Bernard himself. The French Minister of Magic is still waiting and hesitating, waiting for the changes in the British Ministry of Magic in April. It is really very French," Mu Yu said before She had been playing with her nails carelessly, and only then raised her head to look at him. Her tone is always gentler, and she seems to care about him all the time. However, only those who understand understand that ruthlessness is exactly the same. "Look at what you really want to do, Barty, and don't worry too much about the bait."

Little Bartik Rauch bowed deeply again, wisely chose not to say any nonsense, and disappeared decisively. Not only because of the vague feeling of weirdness, but also because he had too much to do.

The two intertwined rays of light eventually disappeared with the setting sun.

The room quickly dimmed. Mu Yu flicked his hand and a candle was dimly lit, and the last remaining desire disappeared.

Everything seems to be back to normal again. After crossing the line at high speed, the two pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the sideline, continuing to compete for power and plotting on the chessboard.

"I want to find out what happened in the school. This was not what Umbridge promised at the beginning," her good mood gradually faded when she mentioned the school, but she still smiled and stretched out her hand to him. It seemed distant and ethereal again, and

he couldn't refuse such an invitation "together".

Although he had not stood there for long, Theodore Nott felt that he was becoming one with the old wood and decaying together.

After leaving the castle, he returned home without even thinking of escaping. His father didn't even give him a chance. If Bellatrix hadn't stopped him the moment he was caught here, Old Nott would have given him a long and heartbreaking time.

Just like that night.

"Leave him to them, he is a pureblood after all," the woman was as crazy as ever, but today she seemed a bit tired for some reason. Before he could think deeply, Bellatrix leaned over and poked his face with the sharp wand. She laughed bitterly and taunted him. It was unclear whether she was scorning the Nott family, "This boy is as slippery as his mother."

Those who can stand here are not normal people. Only after that day did he understand that the stained blood was like a brand, deeply engraved in the blood and soul, and it was difficult to erase it by disguising or cleaning it.

The looks around him were either cruel, bloodthirsty or playful. He had no doubt that these ferocious wolves could tear him into pieces with just one command.

It's strange that all the eyes were so merciless when they focused on him, as if they were just looking at a doll, but when they converged, they were also uniform. For a moment, it seemed that all the eyes standing around him were static sculptures.

They are trained.

Theodore Nott knew who was coming and stared more closely at the smooth marble floor.

Mu Yu gently pressed Riddle's wand. Only she dared to do this.

"Look up, Theodore," she was almost always so gentle that no emotion could be discerned. "You made a promise to send Potter and his friends. Was it a mistake?

" His words became colder and colder: "You were still lying to me from beginning to end."

Nott met those eyes - emotionless, cruelly digging into his thoughts in the most gentle and undefensive way.

The light I had when I looked at the Mirror of Erised has long been extinguished.

"There are teachers among Potter's group. Almost half of the school is on their side. Of course, Professor Slughorn is among them. It is very possible that he discovered my potion at his level." Obviously he looked at them sincerely, even with tears in his eyes, but Theodore Nott knew that his soul had long been separated from his body. "Umbridge didn't do what you said.

" The process was extremely long and cruel. Two forces that were completely different but seemed to have the same origin were constantly exploring in his brain, considering his every word.

It won't be anything. There will be nothing.

The silence said it all.

He sobbed: "Umbridge is still addicted to power, and only uses punishment, never rewards or favors, so that the new students who enter the school are filled with hatred instead of respect, and they turn to Potter's side. She was still trying to escape at the last moment when the school was closed." He crawled over and tried to kiss Riddle's robe as if he had gone through extreme torture, "It was my incompetence that caused everything, Master."

Tom Riddle twirled his wand, avoiding Nott's touch: "Where is that woman?"

This was not a question for Nott.

"Azkaban," Lestrange immediately bowed forward, "awaiting your instructions."

"Keep her and let her live well and intact until April 13th," he mentioned Um Richie mentioned a fly at the same time without any difference. He glanced at Mu Yu before turning to Nott with interest and fun, "You are not qualified to be punished by me."

Those red eyes looked at Old Nott. The person was completely different from the majesty in front of Theodore, and could hardly stand.

"You shouldn't be such a waste that you can't even discipline your son." The smooth and high-pitched tone was full of teasing and sarcasm, but it made Old Nott tremble all over. Riddle paid no attention, lazily turning his attention away from him.

"Hogwarts is the last resistance of that old man Dumbledore. Sacrificing magic power cannot guarantee their permanent safety, and they will pay a heavy price in the future. Before that, I don't mind mercifully allowing them to huddle in the castle. Watching relatives and friends die one by one," he hissed. Except for Mu Yu, no one dared to make any noise to attract attention at this time. After all, everyone could hear his hidden rage at this time, "But if April If Thirteen makes another mistake..."

Mu Yu accepted it naturally, as if he didn't realize how chilling what he said was: "You can then see what happened to Umbridge."

They didn't . I spent too much energy worrying about what might happen during the April 13th meeting to discuss the confidentiality law. Now almost everyone can't believe that they were not punished in any way. After all, Bellatrix...

After they recovered from their confusion, they immediately understood that now was not the time to stay in this unsightly place. Everyone left here as fast as they could. If they stayed any longer, something might really happen.

"Mrs. Lestrange," Mu Yu suddenly raised her voice, and even her husband who was a little closer to Bellatrix immediately apparated away, almost escaping. In their eyes, this freak was more terrifying than a scourge. "Let's talk alone."

The whole hall suddenly became empty with only the two of them left. Bellatrix turned around warily. Because she had fought with Mu Yu before, she knew clearly that the current scene was not real, but an illusion constructed by this freak.

She wanted to play another trick

, but Mu Yu actually handed her a bottle of magic potion: "That spell is difficult to endure."

She almost without thinking, wanted to knock over the potion. She would not accept any compassionate care, let alone such care from a bastard.

"Thank you," Mu Yu anticipated her actions and held the medicine bottle firmly without explaining too much. He was even very honest. "This is just a thank you, not a concern. You don't have to accept it."

They all knew it. Why did this sentence of thank you come from, and it was rare to maintain a tacit understanding without mentioning the details.

Bellatrix paused for a moment before shaking the medicine bottle. The emollient is clear in color, and you can tell at a glance that the producer has good potion skills. She snorted softly, with her usual bad tone: "I really hate you." She threw it with a little force, and the medicine bottle was accurately thrown into the fireplace. The flames shot up with a roar and then became silent again, "But I don’t want to find a bastard among a pile of corpses one day.”

This weirdo's seemingly unchanging expression was what she hated and found most boring.

"How can you nail it to the wall if your head is no longer fresh?"