Chapter 164 Dedication

Without waiting for Bellatrix's reaction, Mu Yu lifted up his robe and walked through the many magic circles towards the exit, as if he had entered his own home. Such an arrogant attitude made Bellatrix want to give her a curse several times, but in the end she endured it considering the overall situation.

She would never admit that the two brief encounters left too deep an impression.

This prison independent of the island is nothing like Azkaban - it is either filled with dementors or a thick and gloomy fog all year round. The endless blue sea pushes the gurgling water waves and the light cloudless sky together. Occasionally, seabirds fly over, screaming strangely as soon as they reach the island. There are only layers of waves hitting the steps that extend all the way into the water.

Mu Yu sat on the top step with his chin in his hands, his legs soaked in the sea water, and he was kicking and playing in the water. If one ignores the tall and gloomy tower behind her, her figure and the water and sky in the distance can completely blend into an ink painting.

"It was a wise decision to hand over this island to you." She just looked up at the unchanging sky. "You have managed it very well."

This weirdo didn't look like he was passing by for business, but like he was on vacation. . The soft tone matched the rhythm of the waves, and with the blow of the sea breeze, all the irritability and anger disintegrated into the rippling blue water. Getting angry with her is like hitting cotton with your fist, and it may even bounce back and hurt yourself.

Bellatrix stuffed her wand into her robes and took a deep breath to avoid being unable to control herself from casting a curse that was destined to be fruitless. She had to endure it and sat on the steps on the other side. Fortunately, the steps were long enough to keep her distance from the freak. Meeting this bastard once would cost you at least several years of your life.

"Nott, that shameless traitor, deserves nothing more than to die in torture. I have a thousand ways to deal with that brat," she perked up after saying this, looking up and down at Mu with her usual malicious eyes. Yu, "Give him a good time. I didn't expect you to care about the friendship between classmates."

After finally catching a handle, it was rare for her to be so arrogant.

Mu Yu picked up a handful of seawater, and the remaining smell mixed with the weird mango aroma was washed away by the salty water: "There is no need to waste time and space keeping a worthless person," she held the remaining smell in her palm. She splashed the sea water back, "I haven't had enough fun after such a long time."

She always has all kinds of truths, and what's even more annoying is that these truths are often difficult to refute.

Bellatrix snorted, revealing Nott's story, but she couldn't say anything: "It's an honor for me to take over this island." When she said this, her breathing became a little heavier, and she didn't know. Is it because of the heat or why? There was also an abnormal blush on his cheeks, and the tone he used was also extremely dreamy and unreal, which was very inconsistent with his previous style. "He came to see it and affirmed the results I achieved. Naturally I won't Let him down."

"Oh." Mu Yu flicked the cool water without looking at her.

How could she expect this freak to understand faith? Since in the final analysis it was all about playing harp to a cow, she didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. She stood up and left: "If you came here just to deal with Nott, then you can get out."

Mu Yu held out his hand. The last handful of water splashed into the distance, and finally he no longer just looked at his own faint reflection in the water, but instead studied the shadow behind him that had become blurred due to distance: "I don't think about having a child."

That shadow almost fell into nautical miles.

"Will and faith always need to be passed down," she pretended not to notice the little movement and stared at the shadow in the water without changing her face. "Whenever you want, Norway will always provide you with a potion, and Lestrange doesn't even need to do anything. ."

If she just wants to have a child, there is always another meaning in her words. This meaning involves the most obscure secret that even oneself is not aware of, like burning a fire on dry wood, forcing people to become angry.

"What do you know about faith?" Bellatrix tried to attack her several times, but felt that fighting her was meaningless. Therefore, her hands were crossed and twisted in a very strange posture, "A yellow-haired girl who only knows how to talk and is eloquent. You are not worthy of talking about faith with me."

No matter how angry or agitated he was, Mu Yu calmly responded to her changing gaze. Those black pupils seemed to be contaminated by magic and could suck people in at any time.

"Decades ago, your filthy half-blood mother had no chance to give birth to a little bastard like you. At that time, he promised to restore the glory of pure blood and trample those mongrel beasts under his feet. You haven't heard of him. He never gave a speech, nor did I fight or shed blood for him. He personally asked me if I was willing to be the most loyal friend and the closest family member." Her tone was as fierce as ever, but gradually became softer as she spoke. , "Of course I do, I do. I say it to the dementors, to the wall tiles, and to the bunch of losers from the Ministry of Magic who occasionally come to inspect every day in Azkaban. I am afraid that one day I will forget this sentence. If I have children "For him, I can even dedicate my child."

"Then dedicate everything you can to stabilize the position you have obtained today." Mu Yu suppressed the emotions that surged when he heard the words "friends and family." He walked closer step by step, and his momentum increased with every additional step he took. She would not engage in unnecessary arguments with Bellatrix, "You have to promise me that you will be loyal to your faith from generation to generation and will not change or shift."

"Why should I promise you... .." Bellatrix swallowed the rest of her words mid-sentence and looked at her more carefully. There was something wrong with her everywhere today.

It's not like I'm just passing by for business, I'm just here to explain something.

Mu Yu turned the jade pendant that was about to fall apart. Not wanting to explain to her any more, he shook off the water drops on his robe and said, "Let's go."

"Mu Yu!" The sudden name made her pause. It turned out that Bellatrix remembered her full name and didn't seem completely crazy.

"You have to give me a few more years to live."

She put the wand in her hand and played with it, becoming more interested.

"I'm still waiting for the day I can nail your head to the door of my house."

She was overthinking and was still a lunatic.

"I promised your father that I will do my best to ensure your safety."

Daphne stood in the principal's room, which she had never set foot in before, facing the various looks from the portraits on the wall, silently confronting the principal who had always kept a distance for the first time.

She has been standing here for a long time.

The old principal didn't have much emotion caused by her offensive behavior, and only raised his hand to stroke Fox's head. The hand hanging in mid-air could hardly be called a hand. It looked like a piece of dry bark, as if it was about to weather when the wind blew. The color of Fox's fur became much darker and no longer so vivid.

No amount of anger and unwillingness can be poured out in front of him at once.

"Therefore, I cannot allow you to participate in this battle," Dumbledore looked at her calmly, the kind concern in his eyes would not make anyone uncomfortable, "Xiao Di, why do you want to fight?"

"You are actually a Slytherin." A portrait hanging on the side has never had a good look towards Daphne since she came in. Seeing her being so stubborn, his eyes widened, "Merlin's beard, now Slytherin has fallen to this point.

" After Blido glanced at it, the portrait immediately closed its mouth knowingly.

Daphne was disappointed when she saw that Dumbledore would ask this question. She composed herself, stood up straight in front of the old principal, and looked at the gentle and polite blue eyes: "There is a friend who likes a colorful and different world, and I inherited her will. As long as the will still exists, She will live forever."

Dumbledore blinked, as if trying to blink something away. He withdrew his hand from stroking Fox and walked to the window. The lawn in the distance was still green and never withered due to the cold winter: "Miss Shen is very lucky to have a friend like you."

"No, I can know Qi. Tong is my luck," Daphne suppressed the pleading and bitterness that came to her mouth and continued to plead firmly, "Sir..."

The spiral staircase made a slight sound, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps. Astoria was panting from the walk, and Daphne immediately supported her worriedly.

"Speak slowly, Leah." Dumbledore thoughtfully conjured a glass of warm water out of nowhere and handed it over, but his expression suddenly became sharp.

Astoria shook her head and shook the envelope in her hand: "The Ministry of Magic is a trap, sir. Malfoy told me, we, we fell into the trap ourselves," she was still uneasy after handing the letter to Dumbledore in person. , he added to himself, "He said it cryptically, but I... believe him."

Cornelius Fudge yawned, barely straightened up, and gathered his energy to listen to the formal proposal below. Since the Ministry of Magic took the initiative to adapt to the new order, there has been one more meeting every month in the name of fairness.

Fair enough... He stared at the ceiling pattern in boredom. At first, he really enjoyed sitting at the top and listening to a bunch of people reading meaningless compliments one by one.

Enjoy it just as much now.

"As pure-blooded wizards, we also work for the development of the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world. We need fair and equal treatment." After this sentence, the sleepy Cornelius Fudge woke up. He squinted and looked at what he was saying. The person who made this suggestion can guarantee that this is not in the manuscript.

It's someone who works for Foley. He immediately glanced at Foley, who was sitting aside. The latter completely regarded him as the Minister of Magic as nothing. The old god was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

"The Ministry of Magic advocates benevolence and fairness, so it should not favor one over another, let alone favor those who were once blind followers. That was not what was done in front of the International Federation of Wizards and the Wizengamot at the meeting to abolish the Statute of Secrecy. The tyranny of war will eventually pass, and then the only people who will build the Ministry of Magic are..."

"Nonsense!" At first, he said it normally, but later on, Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but shudder. Shaking a row of tables, "Do you know what you are questioning?"

He vented his anger to Foley: "You still have people like this?"

"He knows exactly what he is questioning," Foley stroked his pocket watch and opened it. He rolled his eyes and faced Cornelius Fudge calmly, "All we want is true fairness."

He looked up at the sky and sneered, "Not false ideals."

The room was suddenly divided into two. Digging, the anger instantly became stalemate, both sides pointed their wands at each other. Foley was not surprised by this situation. He glanced at Malfoy on the other side, and he had no expectations for Malfoy.

"You can go outside and take a look, Mr. Minister," Foley said softly, "and then consider our proposal carefully."

There was a faint noise outside.