Chapter 153: Prejudice

is mourning in more than one place.

There are several tombstones standing on the green lawn. During the long summer, a few flowers blooming in front of the tombstone fluttered in the wind, and even the damp and cold air coming from the Black Lake turned a corner. One of the tombs is the most unique. The tomb is filled with all kinds of exquisite clothes, and a line of large characters is engraved on the tombstone.

"Dobby, a free elf rests here."

The crowd lined up in rows on the grass, and their flowing black robes made the grass grow dazzlingly. This number far exceeds the number of teachers and students at Hogwarts. Although Hogwarts still strives to maintain normal teaching, everyone knows that the school is far from a school.

Sobs came one after another from the crowd.

"Dobby said he would be back. He was waiting to wear new clothes and said he was going to make pies..." Hermione lay on Ron and cried uncontrollably.

"No, Dobby gave his life for freedom. As long as there is an elf in the future who can think back and think about why their companions died, he will always live." Harry stared at the inscriptions on the tombstone, as if all his thoughts were filled with this void. As if the tombstone was being sucked away, he called out to the white-haired old man in front of him, who was hunched over every day, "Sir."

Ron was still comforting Hermione in a low voice: "Don't blame yourself, Hermione. Please help. He has taught them a lot, taught them what love is, what freedom is, SPEW has developed so well in the castle..."

The soft whisper was hidden in the warm wind.

"The eternity of the will is the real eternity. This war is a battle of the will. Harry, I'm glad you realize this." Dumbledore slowly walked past tombstones one after another. He moved extremely slowly, no longer as vigorous as he had been in previous years. However, no one showed any impatience at this time. They watched the old but still tall figure lingering in front of the tombs, seemingly merging with the black lake connecting the water and the sky in the distance.

The existence of the "Savior" implies God's weakness, while the standing of the old principal means that the pillar has not completely fallen.

He finally stopped in front of a tombstone. The epitaph on that tombstone is extremely brief: A great father.

"Is Leah okay?" The old principal's gentle inquiry was without any perfunctory tone. No matter how sad or sad the person was, they would suddenly feel warm and friendly when hearing such a greeting.

"I cried over and over again, and finally fell asleep after drinking the demulcent." Daphne wiped away the tears that she couldn't stop no matter what, and looked at the tombstone blankly.

Her father, who had told her to take good care of the family the night before, this man she had resented and even hated, had turned into a tomb overnight. He could no longer give her a solid embrace, a gentle and tolerant smile, and could no longer share the same love with her. She and Leah chatted, recounting bizarre stories one after another from their past journeys.

Resentment and hatred seem less important.

"He is a great father. He has gone through detours and been tempted, but his original intention to protect you until death remains unchanged. It is also his love for you that prompted him to make the final choice and use his contribution to make up for the mistakes he made before. "Don't blame him," Dumbledore patted Daphne's head softly, "Sometimes I feel that the Sorting Hat's decisions are too hasty."

"I don't blame him, he is always my and Leah's father. He is ours." Relatives," Daphne looked up at the previously unattainable principal who could only arrange secretly, with tears in her eyes, "Sir, let me participate in the Ministry of Magic operation. I want to fight, and I want to do it for my father..."

She said. I can't explain why I want to join the battle so eagerly. To avenge his father or... It seems that only by constantly being trapped in the battle, fighting for the so-called justice and freedom, can he barely piece together the perfect and gentle father in his memory.

When the battle was mentioned, Dumbledore's expression gradually became colder. If you look closely, his blue eyes were full of self-blame and guilt: "We have to change our plan."

Upon hearing this, Harry clenched his fists. The first person to speak: "Sir",

all of them have been waiting for this moment for too long, either for the disintegration of their home, or to gradually move away from their own will, even though they know that most of them are likely to be buried here.

Now suddenly being told that this moment has been postponed or even cancelled, one can imagine how everyone feels.

"You heard Norway's speech." Dumbledore looked at the vast black lake with his hands behind his hands. "Although the choices she made were all wrong, she is still the most outstanding student at Hogwarts in a hundred years. I made a mistake A big mistake..."

Dumbledore didn't take into account Harry's hesitation at this time: "I once stubbornly believed that pure evil was not enough to give birth to a noble emotion like love, and evil and evil would only interact with each other. Utilization, self-centeredness. Prejudice blinded me, causing me to misjudge a relationship, which led to mistakes in the subsequent chess game. I had to start from the other side."

He let out a long sigh towards the black lake. This was because the situation had changed. For the first time since then, he sighed in front of everyone, which also made others understand that the old principal in front of him was not an omnipotent god. He also had helplessness and regret: "It may indicate the sacrifice of more people."

The sky above London was A rainstorm is brewing. The sky was dim and yellow, and for a moment I couldn't tell which one was turbider, the sky or the Thames River. The street lights were turned on early, but the same dim yellow-orange light was instantly absorbed by the sky covered with thick clouds. The strong wind that penetrated the empty street shook the lights.

The red phone booth on the street is even more dazzling. The door of a private house nearby was opened a crack, creaking and swaying in the wind, and refused to close. Walking against the direction of the wind, a slender figure with his whole body wrapped up tightly seemed as if he would be blown away accidentally. However, he walked extremely steadily. He grabbed the door that seemed to be closed but not closed, and squeezed in without hesitation. , shutting all the coming storm behind that iron door.

There wasn't even a candle in the room. The blinding darkness is more oppressive than the clouds outside. Standing for a while in a space where you can't see clearly and have poor air circulation can be suffocating. The figure stood at the entrance and stopped moving forward.

Can't go forward either.

The mist that merged with the darkness blocked his way.

"Who?"

came the indistinguishable question of male and female voices. Mist began to swirl around my head.

"Guanxiong." This was obviously not his real name, but as soon as he finished speaking, the thick fog and oppressive darkness dispersed a little, and the outline of the room was vaguely visible, and the shadows of several people were clearly visible.

The specific appearance is impossible to see clearly.

"We won't do that for now." The slender figure was not in a hurry to go in, but stood alone at the entrance. As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in the back room stood up impatiently, casting a ferocious silhouette on the wall. The man standing at the entrance pressed down his hand and barely stopped the man's questioning.

"She went to Northern Europe, took over the Ministry of Magic, and suppressed the rebellion that was expected to happen. You are not so naive as to think that without her, the British Ministry of Magic can become our back garden," he stood up facing the latter. People said, "We have the same goal, we all want to hit the target with one blow, eradicate the root cause, and live back to the past."

The person who stood up hesitated for a moment, and finally mumbled for no reason and sat down, but still mocked and refused to admit defeat. : "Our cooperation depends on sincerity. Then tell me, when can we wait for the opportunity to eradicate the roots?"

After touching the invisible and evil eyes around him, he realized that this was someone else's territory, and coughed twice to cover it up. .

When the person sitting on the other side spoke, he was obviously more confident and calm than this person: "It makes sense. If you miss this time, how long will it be next time?"

The figure standing in the entrance is still looking at the person who just stood up: "The timing depends on whether you are willing to cut off your tail to survive. That Muggle is not stupid, not to mention there is a helper lurking in the dark. Your chairman has been held on fire. On the grill, both sides are smashed to pieces, why not take advantage of them to tear their faces apart..."

You don't need to look to understand that the face of the person opposite must be extremely ugly at this time.

The raindrops hit the roof heavily, making the house feel eerily quiet.

"I will discuss with...Chairman." The last sentence was weaker than a whimper, "Then..."

A light spot lit up from the entrance, and the light spot quickly formed a line of words, illuminating the The shadows are brighter.

"The inside should be in harmony with the outside."

At this time, all eyes in the room were focused on a person in the corner, with doubts, scrutiny, and expectations all at once.

The man just stared at the words for a long time. His voice was calm and powerful, but he still couldn't hide his childishness: "No matter who comes back first, I will find a way."

"Very good," the man standing at the entrance bowed, not even a little bit. Taking into account the intentions of everyone inside, "I've finished what I want to say, I'll take my leave first."

He closed the door directly. When he closed it, the old door creaked loudly, and the dispersed light barely illuminated half of his face.

That is clearly a benefit.

"It's normal for the Magic Congress of the United States to be ready to move. It's not worth your special trip. Barty, every second of your time is extremely precious." Mu Yu sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. No matter how elegant and luxurious the interior decoration was, she only liked to sit for long periods of time. At this.

From the spotless windows, you can see the sea dyed red by the ever-setting sun. The waveless ocean always gives people the illusion that they can see the distance when they look down.

There was a shadowy human face floating on the other side of the glass. Although it was a gentle consolation, she did not look at that face much: "The Muggle leader from Eastern Europe is visiting, and the response he gave after that is more important than anything else."

Since the Alesund Incident, she had to wait for Dumbledore's next move in Northern Europe while also taking care of the UK to prevent Dumbledore from taking advantage of the situation. She had not had a good rest for many days. I don't know whether it was because of being tired for days or something else, but her energy became much weaker when she spoke.

"If Viola wants to take advantage of the situation at this time, I will kill her directly and not care about what fish I can catch," Barty said as if she found that he was too indignant and overflowing with emotion. Crouch quickly regained his composure, and even looked a little cold when facing her, "Just telling you."

Nagini slowly came over at this moment, she just bent down and stretched out her hand to the giant snake, and she was extremely dependent on it . As if he climbed up to his knees along his hands, he supported his head and watched the bloody sky and sunset with her. She seemed to be amused by Crouch, and her clear and shallow smile diluted the fatigue accumulated over the past few days: "You haven't changed at all."

There were few ships on the calm sea.

After being silent for a long time, she found that the shadow on the window did not disappear. Instead, her expression became more and more strange. It seemed that she was trying desperately to suppress a certain emotion but failed, and she seemed to be rejecting a memory. She asked casually: "So free?

" His smile also dissipated with the waves hitting the rocks.

She is too self-disciplined and unwilling to give herself even a little bit of relaxation.

"That boy back then couldn't..." Looking at her face, Crouch knew it was best not to continue and quickly changed the subject. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was always a sense of pride and confidence in his words. "Whether it's the Magic Congress or the American Muggles, I'm always here."

Before he could say more, he knew smartly that it was no longer suitable to stay any longer.

After the shadow on the glass disappeared, Mu Yu held Najib in her arms and sat in the same posture like a statue for a long time. Until the sea with red waves and the thick clouds in the sky turned into monotonous lines in her eyes, she finally He finally let go of Nagini and let her wander around on the ground. A slight sound of apparition sounded, and when he saw the figure behind him through the glass, all the hesitation and even fragility he felt for a moment subsided.

She became extremely calm, just like when she first came to sit in Norway to quietly quell the rebellion that might break out, calm and calm, not showing any emotions that she shouldn't have.

"Eastern Europe has taken action," she said with the ease and interest of a cat and mouse.

"No, it's..." Avides took a deep breath and continued very smoothly, "The ministers of magic of the German countries and Brazil want to visit Northern Europe, which is called mutual exchanges and discussing the overall situation."

"They are actually It's a rare opportunity to get together," she said without caring. Her hand touching Nagini paused for a moment, and finally she asked, "There is really no news at all in Western Europe, not even the Muggles.

" Vaders' silence spoke volumes.

She bit her lip hard and pretended that the hesitation just now did not exist: "It just so happens that you plan to patrol Durmstrang in a week."

Avides reacted very quickly, and in order to cover up the boredom just now, he immediately responded: " I believe that the Ministers of Magic are looking forward to seeing Durmstrang's results. They have been curious about this school for a long time. "

You don't have to worry about talking to smart people. Mu Yu couldn't help but smile: "Are our people enough?"

Avides understood that what she said was enough was not just quantity: "Since that day, everyone has been eager to give all their strength, and we have been training quickly and slowly. After so many days, multiple traps were laid, and with the help of the terrain, they never thought that our trump card had not been destroyed. They spotted the opportunity a week later, and we happened to take a fancy to Kodos Dorez and Eastern Europe. Ministry of Magic, you will blast away defensive magic..."

Mu Yu had been listening to his plan quietly before, without commenting, but when he heard the last half of the sentence, he laughed out loud: "Kodos Dorez is, after all, A school as famous as Hogwarts, and their Ministry of Magic is not a piece of shit. Do you think I can break through their defensive magic?"

She was teasing, but it was clear that she was smiling, but Avides even broke into sweat. It's time to come down. Is there anything this freak can't do? "Can you..."

"I can't," Mu Yu said very straightforwardly, "I don't have enough magic power to break through a magic building." The school's defense mechanism."

It was only then that Avides suddenly realized that the freak-like girl in front of him, this leader who firmly controlled the crisis at the critical moment and sincerely repented at the grave of the deceased, was just over fifteen. They actually completely regarded her as another person...

who could suddenly break through the defense mechanism of a magic school... Avides was reluctant to talk about this. The atmosphere just now was enough for him. In fact, Avides could not mention many things without mentioning them.

From the time of Grindelwald to today, he is extremely insightful in some aspects, but in most cases it is not his turn to talk.

Mu Yu lost his mind of teasing: "Bellatrix keeps bragging about how powerful the weapons on the island are. I have also read the reports sent by that group of people. It's time to test the actual power. Ke Dostorius is not as enlightened as the people at Hogwarts about sacrificing magic power." When she mentioned this, her eyes lit up a little bit, and she was full of anticipation like a child who wants to play with a new toy, "Just blast it. If it doesn't work once, then twice. If it doesn't work twice, then three times. I want to test how tough Kodosdorez's magic circle is."