Chapter 155: Taking a leisurely stroll

Durmstrang is backed by a vast mountain lake, blending the reflections of the castle and the mountain tops together, creating a distorted and majestic shape. In the past year, another line of slanted words has been added to this strange reflection.

The font was engraved neatly and magically on the walls of Durmstrang Castle. It is not difficult to see from the reflection from a distance that both the inside and outside have been polished repeatedly. When the breeze blew, the crooked font barely showed its outline under the water waves, and it appeared in six languages ​​in turn. Drive the devil, Save human. Drive the devil from the body and save the human soul.

Layers of strange phenomena and endless greed and desire are clearly reflected in the clear lake water. A figure invisible to others stood on the shore of the lake, looking down at the reflection in the water. The Disillusionment Spell made his shadow merge into tiny shimmers dancing on the lake.

Mu Yu recognized him as soon as he came back. Surrounded by mountains and lakes, with the majestic castle as a backdrop, Tom Riddle is a little less sinful and cruel, and a little more divinity of unknown nature.

He came back and rushed directly to Norway.

At this time, she forgot everything. Their newly incorporated territory, the unpredictable chess game, and the next move of the group headed by Dumbledore were all forgotten. All reason, calmness, and thinking were mobilized by her to resist the desire to run. She walked step by step, unhurriedly, and only she knew how much effort she put into each step.

After the period of eternal day and night, the boundless darkness gradually eroded the Norwegian sky. Fortunately, the glow and sunset still lingered in the cracks of time before the true darkness came. The sunset dyed the lake purple-red, and their figures were reflected in the clouds and setting sun together. They looked at the castle reflected in the lake, as if they were patrolling the shared land.

The sunset and the sunset are perfect for covering up the blood.

After not seeing each other for several months, neither of them was willing to take the lead in breaking the silence.

The previous trials and cautiousness have become rusty due to the passage of time. Needless to say, each party can understand the hidden fear of the other. This is also considered a game or a game.

When he reached out to her, Tom Riddle knew he had lost. He seemed to have returned to the days and nights in Albania, tortured by endless illusions every minute and every second, repeatedly questioning and despicably longing for her existence. In order to prove that the moment exists, sometimes he allows himself to lose or win regardless of victory.

Mu Yu put his hand on it. From the moment they hooked up, both sides were holding on tightly until their fingers were intertwined and there was no room for change.

"Madman," she gave in, or actually moved out of the same chess piece, and sniffed the blood, making this game a win-or-lose game. "You're back."

Her words were louder than the ripples on the lake. Thin and light.

They walked on the lake shore. For some reason, Nagini didn't stick to anyone, but instead got into the rocks.

"I killed those chiefs. There are no annoying old things. The land they have guarded for generations will eventually change hands." He never concealed his arrogance and ambition, and there was no need for it in front of her. I don't know if he said this out of boredom. Intimidation or simply showing off, "Dumbledore's plan failed."

The situation must not be so easy and comfortable, but he lightly downplayed it into one-sided suppression: "The old man underestimated me, thinking that he could kill me in this way. He wanted to get rid of me and contain our power, but he didn't expect that Beauxbatons was infiltrated by all the traitors of the French Ministry of Magic." He stopped on his own initiative and touched her face proudly, "Avides told me everything. You really won't disappoint me."

Dumbledore may not underestimate his strength. Is there a possibility that the situation in Western Europe was not something Dumbledore had planned for him, but something else that

Mu Yu was unwilling to dwell on.

"You're hurt." She took his hand, not overindulging in joy because of victory, not cultivating admiration because of his pride, just stating a fact calmly.

It was just a simple sentence, but the panic caused to Tom Riddle was far greater than the predicament of being besieged by more than a dozen people that day. At that moment, he shamefully had the idea of ​​​​escape. Knowing that it was shameful and clear that doing so represented a sign of weakness, he would not do that. Instead, he used cold words to cover up the truth: "I don't need your help."

Mu Yu suddenly shouted Smiling, she would never put on a mask or disguise in front of him. The laughter was different from the past. It was not mixed with any ridicule of power and profit, but simply came from the joy after the prank succeeded. She was already in her best years, but her disguise and planning made her too mature. At this moment, when she took off her mask, she appeared brighter than the sunset.

She laughed so much that she almost couldn't stand up: "Who said I was going to help you?"

He was teased again. This girl is always like this, cunning and cunning. Every time I thought I had captured a strand of her thoughts, I never thought it was just a deliberately created illusion. She took pleasure in this and stepped on the edge of his rage. Gradually the edges were smoothed away, and there was no longer any anger. Riddle accepted her bad taste and included the bright joy that burst out in a moment into the category that he should keep and treasure.

Possession prompts desire to sprout again, guided by the twinkling eyes, urging people to take the most practical action.

Mu Yu took advantage of this and tore off his clothes, revealing a hideous wound that almost penetrated his chest. The wound was not even healed, and black blood kept oozing out, exuding an ominous aura. If the new body wasn't so special, the wound wouldn't be so simple.

Even so, she still became angry. They actually wanted to destroy the body she had created with her own hands. What she created can only be destroyed by herself.

It's a pity that those people are probably dead, and it may be difficult to even keep their whole bodies. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel very sorry.

She thought so, and basically said the same thing: "The spell hurt your soul. I will not accept a final duel with a broken soul. Your soul is mine," she said as she began to study the wound carefully. Fiercely, "Don't move, madman."

Tom Riddle let her manipulate him. After all, they were exactly the same in terms of their desire for possessions, and there really was nothing to criticize each other. She recited the incantation extremely slowly, and her sweet voice symphonized with the passing breeze into a strange and ethereal movement. The East is really good at souls. The sins and madness in the souls are soothed in the sound spells, making them seem so insignificant.

The wound healed quickly, the black blood gradually slowed down, and scars covered the surface. However, his attention was no longer on it.

He was looking at her, looking at her intently. This gaze was carried out countless times in the dead of night. He greedily and unsatisfiedly glanced at every inch of her face, confirming her existence, enjoying the possession at that time, and occasionally fantasizing about what a perfect and obedient Horcrux this would be like two years ago.

This time is different. While healing, the spell seemed to temporarily take away something, and he began to pay attention to superficial things.

Her eyebrows became more refined, and her every frown and smile gradually became charming. The black hair is as soft and smooth as ever, softer and more lingering than silk when it flows through the fingertips, and even the lips are fuller and rosier. At the age of fifteen, the girl grew up rapidly, and her tall figure gave birth to a swaying posture, as if she could be as soft as a puddle of clear water in her arms with a gentle hug.

There is no doubt that she has grown up.

Covered by shrubs and dimmed by the setting sun, from a distance it looks like nothing more than a man and woman having a tryst. The red setting sun stirs up the ambiguity to the maximum extent and boldly touches the painting. Blood and curses are relegated to supporting roles.

It should have been him who started it - the torment of being unable to stand the temptation and eager to possess it, was covered with the tenderness that he had explored countless times: "You are mine too, Yu, soul, body," he paused for a moment, "I can only Let me do it.”

Mu Yu was stunned for a few seconds, and then he started to fight back, but he couldn't get what he wanted: "Dumbledore has set up a bigger plot in Northern Europe, not only inciting house elves. In the Muggle army, those who have gained strength "Those who have not gained the power have thoughts that they shouldn't have." She whispered in his ear like a ghost, "Guess what I did." It

was very embarrassing to say these words at this time, but she would be different in the future. The charm is cleverly blended with the ambiguity flowing in the air.

"You made it difficult for them to resist, and expanded their territory with the help of Dumbledore." The answer was too simple. He stared into those eyes and also began to lay a trap. "They landed from the strait and advanced all the way through the remaining internal resistance. The Vatican, the hidden entrance to the Ministry of Magic, is also..."

"A holy place created by Muggles for fictitious gods."

"Not anymore," he lingered in the ups and downs. "Maybe they want me to be buried with the lowly Muggles. Together, they were even trampled under the feet of Muggles. I let their blood flow for seven days and created a real gospel for those Muggles. Only then did I have the power to define what is a devil and what is a god..."

The trap really works . . He finally got a glimpse of real emotion.

Her guilt and self-blame were too strong.

"I also made mistakes." It was too difficult for him to admit his mistakes. No matter what, it seemed stiff. "Our arrogance and underestimation of the enemy are the same." It is

suitable to say these words at any time, but not now. Mu Yu immediately He understood what he had just done and what kind of trap he had stepped into.

Anger replaced all the possible mixed emotions.

She used her strength: "Madman, you can't use Legilimency at this time." She simply took him to the ground and whispered, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, how can you use Legilimency at this time to spy?"

The place where she held "my brain" made it seem like she was not as ignorant about certain things as she had previously thought.

"Let go," he threatened, even though he knew she wouldn't be afraid at all, "let go, Yu, I'm warning you one last time..."

"Shh." Mu Yu put her index finger on his lips, neither letting go nor She made unnecessary movements and hung him like this without any fear. Even the anger she had shown just now seemed to have subsided.

The lake water was suddenly drawn up and poured over him, followed closely by her wanton and light laughter.

Everything seemed to be a play for her. She seemed to pour her little happiness, childishness, and wantonness into this amusement.

Of course, if it were anyone else, there would be no unnecessary end except turning into a corpse.

"Today is not the time, madman." She tilted her head and poured another handful of water over her, like a child indulging in a water fight.

Finally let go, but the overlapping torture of ice and fire is not over yet. Riddle raised his wand several times, he was too indulgent to her, even in the orphanage, he didn't treat her like this. It's very simple, it only requires a spell, just a spell...

It couldn't be done before, and it's even less likely to be done now. Not to mention the incantation he was so familiar with when he saw that smiling face, he almost forgot all about it. Even the drops of cool water forcefully brought him back to his senses.

Who knows what kind of trick this is. She was too alive today.

Mu Yu lay on his back next to him, and the clouds gathered in the sky, bidding farewell to the last sunset and putting an end to this absurdity.

The clouds are still flowing, the light is fading, and only time has stopped.

She suddenly missed the eternal days and nights in Norway, which at least outlined a false eternity. She gently squeezed the hand again.

They have a tacit understanding on this, as if they can capture the passing time in a short time.

"It will be quiet for a long time. We need to consolidate the territory, and they need to reorganize their manpower and re-strategize their chess game." Riddle pulled her closer. "This is the last time they have the upper hand."

The last ray of light was also looming . If it appears, the half-dead body will soon disappear.

Mu Yu pointed the jade pendant at the ray of light, and the last ray of light before the night came could reveal clear cracks on the jade pendant. Before he could react, she immediately put away the jade pendant and planted a gentle kiss on his face: "Let's go to hell together, madman."

She would not give him any chance to think about the deep meaning in his words and actions, and patted him. Dust stood up: "It's time to go back. It's not good for us to tire Avides' group to death."