Chapter 145 Unknown

"I don't need this kind of sympathy from you." Before Mu Yu could walk down the stairs, there seemed to be an invisible wall blocking her path. "Go away."

In the lobby on the first floor At some point, a crystal ball surrounded and protected by heavy magic was placed. It was the only light source in the room, and with difficulty it faintly illuminated the shadow of Tom Riddle standing by the window.

He was surrounded by darkness and could neither come out nor come near.

"They happened to find this wand from Grigovitch's collection that no one can control. I believe that only you can become the master of the wand." Mu Yu didn't feel angry or uncomfortable. He made up the lies with all seriousness. "It's also my fault that Avides was too imprudent and chose to send it here at this time."

She blamed everything on Avides without any sense of responsibility: "But I don't recommend punishing him. Nordic countries can achieve what they are today. He takes a lot of credit, but he has to admit that it would be more annoying without the Norwegian researcher Albert Greengrass. "

Anyone who said this would end up with a corpse. However, Mu Yu dared to speak without worrying about the possible consequences.

That barrier disappeared. She walked down the stairs slowly, heading towards the thick darkness, blending into the darkness without any hindrance, and stood side by side with him.

She handed over the wand and looked out the window, which was getting brighter and brighter, like flowers irrigated by blood every day: "They will set off soon, which can be regarded as an expedition." Only she dared and could do so almost unscathed. Offering opinions or even corrections, "It's Dumbledore we face today."

Silence has become a way of getting along with them. Too many words can easily cross boundaries, and there is really no need to emphasize what each other knows well.

For example, Mu Yu's words that were soft-spoken but particularly annoying actually completely eliminated all the shadows of anger.

It seemed that as long as she was around, all other pressures, shadows, and fears would cease to exist.

It was a shameful and humbling feeling that Tom Riddle had suppressed and tried his best to stifle. So he took the wand, as if he could curb the despicable and dirty emotions through the paralysis of power.

The magic wand is also reminding him that soon the day will come when he can truly eliminate the source.

"Yew..." He was pleased with the familiar texture and indulged in the surprising power of the wand when he got it. The "core"

seemed to be to verify the power of the wand. He waved it casually towards the courtyard, and the strong feeling The thick black mist finally dissipated, followed by busy phantom-moving figures.

They had never noticed before that this freak could be so amiable and sensible, knowing tacitly when to roll smoothly, smoothly and quickly.

Mu Yu raised his eyebrows when he saw a faint red light quietly sinking into his wrist, as if a smile flashed across his eyes: "Guess"

she was still extremely gentle, but her tone had a rare sweetness.

Like a wisp of gentle breeze accidentally stained with mellow syrup.

Tom Riddle did not miss the fleeting cunning, she created a trap again, and played a game of competition with him.

He won't ask, knowing that even if he asks the girl, she will make up a series of plausible lies, and even lure him into a deeper trap.

He wouldn't mind playing the game with her until that day came.

He won't lose.

They cast their gaze at the swaying flowers outside the window almost at the same time, knowing each other too well.

"I was too careless before." He couldn't put it down with the new wand he got, and he should be extremely satisfied. Such times are extremely subtle, with calculations, conspiracies and indescribable emotions mixed together. It is the best time to use various means to exchanging and digging out secrets from the other party, intentionally or unintentionally.

It was exactly the same as listening to the Tolerance Test countless times before.

"The incompetent servant misled me."

Mu Yu did not comment, focusing on observing the swaying figure of a flower, seeming to be listening, but also waiting for him to say to himself indifferently.

There was a clear clang, and she knew that the crystal ball was broken without looking. A low, hoarse voice floated in the empty hall.

"The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches... Born to the man who has resisted him three times, at the end of July... The Dark Lord will mark him as his nemesis, but he will possess the Dark Lord A power unknown to the devil... One of them must die at the hands of the other. Both of them cannot live, only one survives..."

Mu Yu finally understood where the fear that clung to her that night came from. . The unknown power and destined life and death have always been his unspeakable weakness. For some reason, she almost immediately recalled something Dumbledore had said.

He has no patronus.

She understood many things, understood his mistakes, and understood why he was at this point - so close to the altar, he would still be frightened by a prophecy. But she didn't want to point it out, and there was no need to point it out.

Her hand seemed to want to reach out, but in the end she only touched the wand.

That's enough.

"Only I can kill you, and I will not allow you to die in the hands of others. We have agreed to duel on the day when the chess game is initially decided," she said firmly and insistently, without any hesitation or any pale sympathy or comfort. , "This prophecy is nonsense to some extent. All that boy has is the magic weapon that Dumbledore admires deeply..."

None of them would go into depth on this topic. This is a taboo for two people.

There are many ways to organize language. She could tell him that the prophecy was just a trap of cause and effect as she did a year ago, use word games to further dismantle the prophecy, and convince him that it was just a carefully packaged joke.

However, at this moment, she seemed to be dazzled by the joy of achieving her goal, lost her mind by the wildly swaying flowers outside the window, confused by the low and hoarse voice of the prophecy, and committed an absolutely stupid and childish behavior.

"I want to know your birthday."

The sudden request shattered all the confusion and confusion, and Riddle had to redirect his whole body and mind to Mu Yu.

The girl's machinations seemed to outweigh the prophecy.

"You want..."

He was very wary of this, because this girl would always use various unexpected methods to dig out secrets and snatch territory from him, forcing him step by step to acquiesce that someone should stand by his side as an equal.

"You know mine, but I never know yours." It was just impulsive at first, and she even regretted it at the beginning. However, she unexpectedly found fun in it, and strangely enjoyed the pleasure of teasing, "Isn't this right?" Fair."

"Madman, tell me," she softened her voice, sounding like a hunter silently spying on her prey, or just like a feather crossing the sky. Several close contacts made her realize that he was actually addicted to it, so she decisively took advantage of it and rubbed against him gently, "Don't you dare?"

Mu Yu was actually no stranger to him at this time. He had seen it too much when he was in school. Some girls would always be like this, asking for things with reverence and admiration in a soft and waxy tone. He was most impatient to deal with such behavior and dealing with ignorant and stupid girls...

However, reverence and admiration would never appear in Mu Yu's eyes. He could even distinguish joking and enjoyment from his clear eyes.

She became more and more bold, not afraid of his anger at all, and even vaguely looking forward to it. Riddle turned the wand again and again, never realizing that his patience was so good, and he didn't even have the will to push her away.

She seemed to be just under fifteen, blooming in her best years.

When a line of numbers appeared on the glass, Mu Yu was extremely regretful. She seemed to understand more and more.

This is not good.

Both of them knew.

As if to hide it, she quickly calculated with her left hand. The numbers on the glass kept changing, increasing or decreasing, and finally stopped at one symbol.

"Gen is the mountain, and the ridge is the spring..." She was stunned for a moment at first, and then suddenly sneered. She didn't know whether she was laughing at the boredom and childishness of her behavior or at something else, but she said it with absolute certainty, "You You are the one who will survive."

She said that she never believed in hexagrams, but he actually remembered it.

She seemed to be verifying something.

The prophecy seemed to be completely insignificant in Riddle's heart. He only passionately longed for what she had verified. Power, ambition, and immortality seemed to be gradually approaching nothingness in this enthusiasm.

Even if the answer sought must be fatal.

Fortunately, his desire for power could wake him up, and fortunately, countless self-hypnosis finally had an effect.

He led Mu Yu and walked in the darkness as if patrolling his territory, looking at the distant stars of London that he had seen thousands of times.

This is also a step back, sweeping away all the impulsive desires just now.

"The power we have is something that Dumbledore cannot understand." The hand she held seemed to be even colder, and her skin seemed to be declining again after the First World War in the Ministry of Magic.

His grip tightened.

Mu Yu understood that the power he mentioned did not refer to magic power. She slowly and carefully clasped his long and slender fingers bit by bit, and returned to the fight for power: "He will soon understand." The air was so turbid that the lights of London in the distance could not be seen clearly. "They see too clearly, and it is difficult to understand what kind of faith a person who suddenly gains extraordinary power will pay to defend what he has gained at all costs. It is so sad."

A point of light suddenly fell from a distance like a meteor, and was caged by swaying fiery red petals. Live, scattered in Mu Yu's hands and turned into sealed envelopes. She read the few lines in the letter in just a moment, and her joy changed. She was happy for the smooth progress of the plan: "Someone has stepped into the trap. Shen Yi also invited me to watch a good show to show that they That side's loyalty. Come back with me, madman."

You don't have to say it to know that he won't refuse.

Before leaving, she tactfully lamented, and whether it was self-deception or self-affirmation, she added: "You won't die, madman." She looked at the sky, there was not a single star in the dark night, "I said so."

Magic . It was rare that the lights were still on at night. The golden statue in the main hall was renovated, and the male and female wizards in the center were carved to be more gorgeous and shiny. The other races fell to the ground in more humble postures, watching the wizard in the center of admiration. There is a line of words engraved on the base of the fountain.

"Faith establishes power."

Several people in suits and ties began to look at it from the moment they entered the hall, but most of their attention was focused on the inscriptions on the base of the fountain.

They had no surprise at all when entering another world for the first time, as if they had already been psychologically prepared for the existence of this world.

However, when they saw a row of people hanging above the hall, they all took a step back.

The main reason was that the scene was so horrifying that they simply couldn't understand what kind of power allowed a bloody man with only a thin layer of skin left to live and breathe. From the intermittent and weak screams, it is not difficult to infer that they still retain the sense of pain.

"Good evening, everyone," a man appeared in front of him like a ghost, stretched out his hand to briefly shake their hands, "Thickness, Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic."

He ignored the fear of the group and said He waved his magic wand and conjured up several tables and chairs out of thin air: "I'm sorry that everyone has to stop here. A Muggle expulsion spell has been cast within the Ministry of Magic, and any ordinary Muggle who has not gained power is not allowed to enter."

Seeing that few people were seated, , he seemed to realize and looked at the ceiling: "Ah, I almost forgot. Don't be afraid, these are all heretics, either disobedient or disobedient, or publicly express their views and advocate abandoning God's call."

He was polite and courteous. , no offense, but they are too polite, as if they are no different from a brick on the ground.

"Heresy" one of the people immediately retorted, "This is an antique. Our world has not heard this word for hundreds of years."

"If you travel to the East or across the ocean, this word must be familiar to you," Zink Nice was unhurried and didn't even look at him. "Based on your thoughts, I can't guarantee that you will come back alive and well."

The leader pulled his partner and directly introduced the topic: "You have crossed the line. After so many years We have all discussed it. Our top management knows that another world exists, and we should keep secrets together to maintain stability." He paused, observed Thicknesse's expression, and then changed the topic, "Now that your confidentiality law is invalid, Abolition, Europe is not like those two places, where it is open to the public and restructured when it is called. The world has not completely changed, and there are still people who do not accept having a god on their head and living back to the days of the Middle Ages..."

See Thicknesse . Interrupting, he continued to speak coherently: "We need reasons and negotiations. We need sufficient reasons that can convince us to go public under great pressure, and we also need negotiations on how to implement the regulations. This is our intention, and I think , Sir, it seems that just one deputy minister cannot bear the heavy responsibility."

"I fully represent Mr. Minister and uphold the will of God." Thickness did not give them a chance to interrupt. "If you don't accept it, you can look at the so-called. Investigate and count how many people have asked for disclosure."

Seeing the person on the other side lowering his head and remaining silent, he added: "I remember that there have been many more corpses on the beach across the ocean recently."

"Some places are very stubborn, and the war... "

The outbreak of war can only have two results. Either everyone will violate the taboo and be destroyed together, or it will inevitably become public in the end," Thicknesse responded eloquently, "You should have seen the weapons in the hands of those who have gained power." How terrifying, the old weapons should be eliminated."

Everyone's eyes inevitably lit up when the power weapons were mentioned, and the olive branch that followed was even more difficult for them to refuse.

"God is willing to give the gospel, and it never represents a monopoly. Technology will not be a secret, and you can produce it yourself. Of course, power is always the cornerstone of production."

The whole place was so silent that only the breath of the person hanging above his head remained.

"What's wrong with making it public?" Thicknesse's tone was full of bewilderment. "It's just a trend of world development and evolution. The magical world is fully open, and all Muggles, even people like you, can Gaining power that was unimaginable before. There will be more resources, and the entire game pattern will have the opportunity to be reshuffled. The development of technology and weapons will not stagnate, and may even achieve a leap."

He spread his hands: "You have actually discussed the answer. , I just want to confirm whether your interests have been harmed."

Everyone looked extremely uncomfortable as if they had been told something.

"You can still retain your current status. Wizards will not interfere in the disputes, changes, and involvements among you. The only extra thing is to accept a belief. This is not without traces in your history, and What's the big deal?" He smiled, looking more like a demon with fangs exposed under the dim light and blood shadow, "What we want is just a new status."

"We...want to have a real conversation with..." Thicknesse waited as long as they were silent. Until the leader struggled to make a request, he vaguely mumbled the word.

"Impossible," Thicknesse was very insistent and cold on this. "Only those who have gained power are qualified to talk. You don't have such ability now."