Chapter 167 Difficulty

Before Riddle fully understood the meaning of this sentence, Mu Yu finally rubbed him in his arms unintentionally, pushed him away directly, and arranged his clothes in such a normal way that there was no hint of charm: " Kunlun is about to fully open its enrollment after reform and integration, and I must go back to the East."

She seemed to be confessing, but also seemed to have made up a lie carelessly. She made a slight hiss when she straightened her clothes, and her legs were still shaking. Trembling: "I'll go by myself."

They finally regained the safest distance, and filled the middle with power and temptation.

Riddle studied her every move, refusing to let go of any clues that might reveal lies. It seemed to be no different from countless previous moments filled with murderous intent and secret desire for brains. Only he knew it, and he could only resist the urge to touch his cheek with temptation and silent threats.

The warmth above has not dissipated.

"East" he touched the wand, but he didn't want to take it out at this time. He only took a few steps closer to her, but as if there was a taboo in front of him, he didn't want to come forward again, "You shouldn't lie to me."

Such words became weaker and weaker every time in front of her.

Mu Yu was carefully putting the jade pendant that he had just brushed back on his waist. He was concentrating on how to tie a perfect knot and didn't care about the threat that didn't seem like a threat. She hung up the jade pendant slowly and caressed it gently before raising her head: "Then where do you think I will go, madman?" She licked her lips and gave an innocent and harmless smile, but she didn't shy away from it. She reached out for the wand he had never taken out, and took advantage of the shortening of the distance to whisper quickly, "I'll be back in the evening."

She tapped her cold fingertips along the wand: "Maybe I can do it again then." Speaking of this kind of She was not shy about it, she just asked a simple question without any distractions, "I don't have any objection to whatever you want to do."

If the wand could recite the spell by itself, Mu Yu can guarantee that she would be a corpse by now. Being provocative on the edge has always been one of her great pleasures. She pretended not to notice the fleeting blush on her face, and she was not worried about the consequences of such a provocation. Her soft voice became more and more demanding: "I'm not going to lie to you, madman."

She waited for a long time. , and waited until they were impatient to continue this impromptu game of provocation before responding. The wand only wandered around the neck for a while before reaching the hairline. In the end, it did nothing but lift the hair.

"You will always go home." He seemed to be particularly obsessed with minutiae words, and he didn't know how many times he let her lies that were too obvious and unembellished.

After the slight sound of phantom movement, Mu Yu twirled his hair. He was actually more excited than when the Order of the Phoenix made another counterattack. The inexplicable expectations also overwhelmed the vision of the chess game for a brief moment.

This emotion that I don't know where it originated from did not die until I stepped into the fireplace with a faint green light and stepped on the hard marble floor.

The attic she visited was like an insignificant part compared to the huge manor. The smooth marble floors and the intricate carvings hanging everywhere cannot hide the fact that it has been cold and unpopular for many years.

From the attic window you can glimpse a corner of the vast garden outside the manor. Without the careful care of the elf, and with the cold winter approaching, piles of dead grass and leaves spread out, blending into the same color as the manor that had stood for hundreds of years.

The thin woman sitting alone by the window seems to have grown together with the endless gray waste, naturally connecting it into a sculpture.

When she heard the noise, she stood up immediately, even if she behaved in a respectful manner, she did not look humble. Although she is thin and haggard, she naturally has the bearing of a hostess when she stands tall and graceful.

Mu Yu straightened his cloak, kept a long distance from her, and nodded slightly, ignoring the woman's clasped hands: "Mrs. Malfoy," she admired the skull on the mantelpiece. Not giving the other party much time to react, "Mr. Malfoy responded quickly as always. He submitted his statement of petition today. What surprised me the most was that it was you who finally asked for a statement."

She turned her hand around. Ring, she took off the skull and played with it without treating her as an outsider at all: "The Malfoy family has been working hard in the past few years, so I decided to visit the Malfoy Manor instead of mentioning you to the Ministry of Magic." After

playing with her for a while, she He lost interest in the skull and looked at Narcissa Malfoy intently, like a child waiting to hear a story.

Narcissa Malfoy trembled when she heard the Ministry of Magic, and when she looked up at her, there was only silence. Her words were firm and abnormally calm: "I killed my son."

Mu Yu heard such explosive news at first sight However, he raised his brows and expressed his willingness to hear the details.

As if she still couldn't accept the fact, Narcissa Malfoy choked for a while before continuing, her calm tone never changing: "He made a big mistake. Inquiring about the inside information of the Ministry of Magic from Lucius, I accepted it." Storia Greengrass passed the news to Hogwarts in confusion." She sobbed equally calmly, never losing her composure in front of outsiders. "He took leave from Durmstrang and came home in panic, crying to me for asylum. , I can only kill him."

She bent down deeply, and when she lowered her head, she could no longer see her expression clearly: "I cannot bring shame to the Malfoy and Black families, and I cannot allow Lucius to work in vain for several years because of my son. Please forgive me. Please forgive me for my self-assertion. He has devoted all his time to the Ministry of Magic in the past few years. It was me who spoiled Draco and caused him to get into great trouble under the influence of a girl. "I

have long admired him . Yu didn't even have much impression of Narcissa Malfoy. At school, Draco Malfoy liked to show off his father the most. Others only recognized her as Mrs. Malfoy and Sister Bellatrix. Even Bellatrix rarely mentioned it. And this sister.

If she were really a featureless housewife who knew nothing about the outside world, she wouldn't be able to make every statement to the point.

"You killed your son," she repeated Narcissa Malfoy's words gently, but the latter couldn't stop shaking. "Where's the body?"

Narcissa Malfoy almost couldn't hold the wand and waved it several times. An open coffin appeared in the attic. She couldn't help but turn away and sob: "I can't... please, I don't want to see it a second time."

Mu Yu leaned over to inspect the body. The figure in the coffin was exactly the same as the Malfoy in the memory, except that he was less arrogant and arrogant. He seemed to be asleep when he was lying quietly in the coffin. It was obvious that he did not suffer much pain before his death.

The wand started to move downward from the top of the hair at an extremely slow speed, and Narcissa Malfoy's calm statement came to her ears: "Lucius told me that Hogwarts may use this to cause trouble and sow discord. My son is dead, any rumors from unknown sources will be rumors and Hogwarts conspiracy."

"Raise your head." After examining the body, Mu Yu slowly closed the coffin as if he couldn't find anything wrong. , she doesn't appear to be bossy when giving orders, she is as gentle as if she is casually chatting with people. This way she could always find out the secrets she wanted, but when she saw the face as pale as paper in front of her, she felt a little regretful.

There is nothing on this face except the image of a haggard and heartbroken mother. It is precisely because there is nothing that it appears abnormal. Narcissa Malfoy accepted her gaze calmly, without flinching or hesitation, as if she was firmly walking on a path that others could not see, and would never change her path no matter how hard it was.

Much like Olivia, the woman who struggled to wander around London with her belly covered but insisted on giving her life. This woman even arranged for her to be so well organized that she never had to suffer a day's wandering.

Mu Yu hates the memories about Olivia that pop up from time to time. Such memories are weak and useless. If they are not careful on the chessboard of power, they will become a weapon for others to criticize. She pressed the locket to her face before she managed to break free from the swamp of memories: "This happens only once."

Narcissa Malfoy almost fell to the ground.

"If Hogwarts takes this to cause trouble, I don't have to worry about Malfoy anymore." She didn't want to look at Narcissa Malfoy anymore, and her tone became harsh for no reason, "Take Malfoy's coffin and get out."

" Your mother explained the situation in the letter. Hogwarts is naturally willing to accept you. Mr. Malfoy, this is everyone's home." Dumbledore was feeding Fawkes a cuttlefish bone. His hands were dry and he looked at His claws were rougher than Fox's claws, and even though he was getting more and more haggard, his eyes were still bright. "The only thing our family cannot tolerate is betrayal and deception."

Harry stood next to Dumbledore and forced his attention to chewing on the bone. Fawkes didn't want to take another look at Draco Malfoy.

"My mother..." Draco Malfoy rarely restrained his temper in front of the principal. He didn't even care about the embarrassment of his rival being present. He looked at the principal anxiously, as if he was extremely expecting to get a definite answer from it.

"She is a great mother, and her nobility has fulfilled your life." Dumbledore looked at Malfoy calmly. "Now is not the time to push the Malfoy family to a dead end. Yu also knows this. What's more, I don't I believe she has given up all her illusions about Olivia. Your mother will be fine."

Before Malfoy could think about the meaning, he raised his voice and faintly heard the joy in it: "The door to the principal's office is never locked. , Leah."

Draco Malfoy looked like he wanted to step forward but was unwilling to move.

Unable to escape, she had no choice but to walk up the spiral staircase step by step. Astoria didn't want to go any further as soon as she reached the door. She looked at Malfoy uncertainly, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, as if he deserved nothing. Same as the research.

Seeing that Malfoy didn't show much emotion, she bit her lip hard, not caring that she was in the principal's office: "Why are you here? I hate you, Draco Malfoy."

She didn't even say hello to Dumbledore. , then hurriedly turned around and ran down the stairs.

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's wrinkled face: "I suggest you follow as soon as possible, Mr. Malfoy. Miss Greengrass will find a place for you."

Draco Malfoy was at a loss for a moment, and he still couldn't. He was immersed in worries about his mother, but did not want to stand eye to eye with his arch-rival Potter. He nodded to Dumbledore with difficulty - this was already the most polite move he could make, and then disappeared into the spiral staircase. .

Harry was also confused, but when he came to his senses, Dumbledore's gentle and kind smile had faded away, leaving only a sigh: "Let's continue, Harry. I don't have any loopholes in the evacuation plan you just proposed." Thinking of it."

"Sir," Harry refused to say any more. He looked at the principal's skinny palm and finally couldn't help but doubt in his heart, "This is not like you."

Dumbledore did not rush to explain, but listened patiently to his words. .

"Although the Ministry of Magic..." Thinking of the tragedy that happened, Harry couldn't help but feel angry and sad. The principal's tolerance gave him enough courage, "We are far from the last moment. Hogwarts's defenses are strong. As long as the school still exists, Our will will never die and we can always plan actions again and again. You shouldn't be so pessimistic."

"How can you be so sure that the school's defense can last forever?" Dumbledore never gets angry because of doubts, he always is. Calmly and calmly, his face remained unchanged when talking about the topic of life and death, "Just like I can't be with you forever."

He passed over Harry's face inch by inch. Starting from overthrowing Umbridge's high pressure, this face gradually The impulsiveness of youth has faded away. He has witnessed too much in the past few years, from the fall of Eastern Europe to the failure of the East, and then the tragedy of the Ministry of Magic. Gradually, this face has learned to filter out sadness and anger in front of outsiders, wearing a mask of perseverance all day long. .

Others still have time to indulge in mourning, but he alone cannot.

He made his choice, but Dumbledore was not happy.

"You became as good a warrior as James Lily, Harry," he paused for a long time, "but you had more choices and more time, and so did your peers. They should have been at school now. Cope with schoolwork and enjoy the troubles and sweetness of adolescence."

He didn't let Harry answer: "Every child should not be tamed as a thoughtless lamb when he is born, but similarly, a baby should not be expected as soon as he is born. "Become a warrior," he blinked his blue eyes, as if trying to blink something out, "Your generation is the most difficult, to watch a world being shattered soberly, and to strive to regain the lost beauty."