Chapter 174 TE(2)-Light

Tom Riddle felt like he was going to die, and the last piece of his soul was about to turn into ashes in the flames. The magnificent palace was crumbling in the burning fireworks.

It looks like a tower that has been blurred by the long years, with a few rays of sunset dancing in the fragmented memories.

But there is no sunset today.

The leading young man was high-spirited, holding up the slender Gryffindor sword. The red gem was illuminated by the flames. His eyes were not only full of hatred, but also full of sorrow. Everyone behind him also surrounded him with hatred, with The determination and courage to fight to the death.

"You lost. We have studied the spells you used to confuse people and exposed the truth about the so-called gods. It is time for the false altar to collapse." The young man held up his sword steadily without a trace of fear. "I want to do it for you." My ancestors have avenged those who died because of the truth in the past two centuries. We have the same belief and are willing to die for our own ideals and ideas until we kill you."

His eyes looked at death . There was no fluctuation, as if I had already prepared for this moment.

Much like his ancestors, those people who stubbornly adhered to their own ideological beliefs, Riddle could hardly remember their names.

Including his former enemy, the boy who had humiliated him so much and made him live in exile for more than ten years.

He has lived for too long, standing alone on a high place, walking in the boundless time, integrating with the eternal forward time and space, constantly enjoying the inexhaustible power, in eternal life, power. Go further than anyone else on this road.

He alone is eternal and immortal.

He stood up slowly, not looking at the dazzling Gryffindor sword in the firelight, not bothering to think about the embattled situation, and only focusing on the wand in his hand. Time has corroded many things, but only this wand with flowing red light will accompany him through eternity.

A long time ago, for power, he crazily desired the Elder Wand, the legendary weapon made by Death. Until Dumbledore fell from the tower, he took the trophy, only to find that the legend was nothing more than that.

This was a Horcrux, he knew it when he first got the wand in his hand. Having split souls several times himself, he knows more about Horcruxes than anyone else in the world.

Years and time can blur the memory of names, but he can't forget the traps and puzzles that the girl carefully designed, just like he can't forget the figure that suddenly fell from the tower that day like butterfly wings.

On a scorching summer evening in Little Hangleton many years ago, when his still-incomplete soul had the illusion of eternal life and stopped pursuing power and immortality, he realized that this would be the only exception on the road to eternal life.

In fact, there is still a piece of soul - the common soul that belongs to the two of them is hidden in the wand, and has already merged with each other in the passage of time, regardless of each other. Mu Yu split his own soul and mixed it with the soul fragments peeled off from Potter's body into this wand, accompanying him forever.

He knew all about that girl's tricks and overly obvious conspiracy, maybe because of his natural arrogance, maybe because of contempt, or even because of emotions that he couldn't explain and didn't bother to understand, so he chose to let it go time and time again.

Horcruxes without bodies are nothing more than useless products. She will never come back to life, and no one will compete with him for the right to weave ideals at the top.

The top is too high, and you can neither hear the screams and cries of the lambs at the bottom, nor the sound of your own soul walking, so that those last words not only did not pass with the passage of time, but became clearer and more profound as time went by.

She was right, they would all eventually see through the trap of physical immortality and step into the same eternity and immortality.

He has never left the red mist-filled paradise, and has even become a part of it.

The game between the two ended in Mu Yu's victory, or Tom Riddle was completely defeated in this game.

Everyone is ready for a fight to the death.

"Precious courage," his voice was still high and cold, full of sarcasm. The flames were getting closer and closer, and the flames that had been refined with countless efforts for hundreds of years tried to engulf the ruined souls. "Like your ancestors, reckless, stupid, and arrogant."

He finally waved his wand, and the flames surrounding him became He lost his direction and threw himself violently at the besieging people. The dilapidated palace could no longer bear it and collapsed suddenly. Before the piles of falling rocks rolled down, they turned into blazing fireballs. Half of the gloomy sky was filled with sparks. Dye with the color of sunset.

All the people who could be here to watch on this day came and watched silently as the altar collapsed. There were even octogenarians who came forward even though they were being pushed by wheelchairs, letting their tears evaporate in the residual heat of the flames.

The fire was out and there was no more sound. The crowd even forgot to cheer.

This site has been permanently preserved to commemorate the countless warriors who fought and sacrificed their lives to protect their ideas over the past two hundred years. Tens of thousands of poets and writers volunteered to write magnificent epics for the martyrs who fell before dawn.

No one cares what else is buried under the desolate ruins.

Tom Riddle was once very afraid of death. His mother died weakly after giving birth to him. That was a time when gunfire was flying and human lives were like nothing. Disease, war, poverty, and conspiracy make life particularly fragile.

Want to fly over death because of fear of death.

This was his only obsession when he was tortured in the turbulence of time and space.

There should be something more beautiful than flying away from death, shining in his sinful life and falling into the abyss together.

A girl walked through the unknown for fifty years, and in the gloomy spring of 1937, she handed him a flower that bloomed in the bad land, casting the only bright color to hell.

She always wants to go home. She no longer has a home.

In addition to endless torture and pain, wandering with no end in sight is also accompanied by loneliness. He has always enjoyed loneliness and indulged in a person's world, but habit is a terrible thing, which makes him weak and lost, and indestructible weakness emerges from it. He is used to an existence that is as cold as himself; used to lying side by side with such a being in the middle of a power struggle on a lonely night, because they understand each other so well that there is no need to say anything; he is used to letting each other vent their desires, in a blur. The desire quietly and briefly crossed the rigid boundary.

Weakness breeds undue curiosity.

He was curious about the old man's last words, curious about how graceful the flowers blooming in the sun would be, and even greedily wanted to go back for a while, to the hills that the girl had longed for.

The raging turbulence blurred his perception, so that he could hardly feel the existence of his last soul. He could only clearly see the flickering light, which might be reality or an illusion.

Until he stood on the hard ground, wrapped in the unique fragrance of the woods. The five-year-old girl raised her head and looked at him warily: "Who are you?"

Riddle had never seen Mu Yu when she was five years old. When they first met, Mu Yu was already trapped in that dark corridor from which she could not escape, trying to understand the bright kindness that she would never understand.

The little girl did not give up and stood stubbornly: "You have no specific form, but I can see you. Come out, or I will tell grandpa."

Riddle knelt down and looked at Mu Yu-Shang Huan carefully. He has not learned to disguise, has not put on a mask of gentleness, and has not been surrounded by cruelty and blood.

It turns out that an obsessed and broken soul can actually retain the most useless and weak tears.

"I hope you are happy."

Every word spoken ignites boundless karmic fire in the soul.

The little girl was very confused.

He gently hugged the little girl. They had hugged each other and even lingered countless times, absorbing the coldness from each other. But at this time, Mu Yu was warm and vigorous. Such warmth burned Tom Riddle's riddled soul.

She was deeply loved.

Mu Yu did not break away. Her natural sensitivity made her realize that this weird soul had no ill intentions, so she let her withered hand touch her head: "But, who are you?"

The voice above her head was even more ethereal than the breeze.

"I am your partner, your only, and indivisible family."

On the day the jade pendant shattered, he was trapped in an illusion, surrounded by the mirror of Erised that could detect light, reflecting the image of Yongsheng in sole control. . Every self in the mirror is screaming: "Kill her and remove the only fetter on the road to eternal life."

This was the answer he repeated thousands of times to several fantasies in the magic mirror at that time, without changing a word.

The girl was stunned and didn't react for a long time. He had been waiting patiently, enduring the burning pain in his soul that was like being scorched by a blazing fire.

Just like the eternal day and night in Norway, when she held him carefully, even though the invisible fire spread in his soul, he endured it for his life, cherishing the rare closeness.

Mu Yu tentatively stretched out his hands and hugged him in disbelief: "Is it mom...or dad..."

Riddle let her hug him, acquiescing to her illusion.

"Invoke God, protector." The voice of chanting the curse was softer than a sigh. He no longer wanted to worry about how dirty and humble this spell seemed in the past, and he didn't want to think about how to summon the patron saint without a magic wand.

He smelled the sweetness of apple pie.

A king cobra swims gracefully and wantonly in mid-air. The sinister and terrifying creature gently wrapped the little girl in its arms.

Mu Yu was not afraid at all. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the snake in the void. He wanted to touch it, but all he encountered was nothingness: "This is... the guardian spirit."

"Yes," his voice was as soft as singing a lullaby. , "Only happiness can summon the guardian spirit. You must always be...happy."

"Happiness...of course I will always be happy," the little girl hugged this obsession more tightly, as if this could prevent him from disappearing. Her tone was full of confusion and uneasiness: "Then you..."

She firmly asked this most likely parent's obsession, "Do you love me?"

It is easiest for children to ask such straightforward questions. doubt.

For a moment the wind seemed to have stopped blowing.

"I love you." Love is humble, dirty, and useless. Riddle never thought that one day he would utter these words. The girl in front of him overlapped with the falling figure on the tower. He stubbornly hugged the girl in his arms. The body seemed to be able to catch the unreal light in this way, repeating over and over again, "I love you."

Mu Yu sniffed, with a choked voice: "Don't leave, stay with me for a while, stay with me again. A moment."

The spring sunshine sparsely shines through the leaves, hitting the pale and transparent figure. He held the girl and swayed mechanically until the sunlight diluted the shallow silver of the King Cobra, until the light burned him to ashes.

This obsession was on the verge of dissipating, and he was about to fall asleep and disappear in this time and space.

Yet he could still hear sounds and see blurry surging lights and shadows.

His inexplicable arrival could not reverse Mu Yu's fate of being chased in the corridor. It could not prevent the girl who had hugged him and refused to let go from putting on a mask and disguise again. It was irreversible that her relatives were heading toward death step by step.

Only this time there was less indifference and violence behind the mask. She still wore the warm jade pendant on her body.

The jade pendant is intact as before, with no signs of breakage.

Dongfang's unique understanding of the soul and her powerful talent destined the so-called second war in the wizarding world to end prematurely with minimal casualties.

The disguise she puts on this time is called Kindness and Light.

The Second Wizarding War was just a small episode in her long life.

After completing her studies, she made a decision that surprised everyone - she resolutely returned to her hometown and entered the poverty-stricken and filthy left-behind area. She gathered all her abilities and carefully taught the children in the left-behind area like an ordinary person. .

She teaches more than just knowledge.

Dumbledore came all the way to visit her. At that time, the old principal had already resigned from his position and left the school in the hands of Professor McGonagall with confidence. No matter how powerful the wizard is, he cannot withstand time.

You have to look up at Dumbledore for a moment to see clearly the girl who stood in the principal's office summoning her Patronus over and over again. She was taller, in her prime, and still looked youthful even without makeup.

"Seeing you walking out of the past and inheriting his legacy, your grandfather can rest in peace." Dumbledore seemed pleased and seemed to be equally happy for her from the bottom of his heart.

Mu Yu stared at the old principal gently. Unexpectedly, she did not respond immediately with humility or politeness. Instead, after a long pause, she finally said slowly: "What I inherited is not entirely my grandfather's will."

Deng Bu Lido raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"My grandpa taught me since I was young that I should have a bright heart and a kind heart," she looked directly into the principal's blue eyes, "but I actually don't understand what light is, what kindness is, and why we should pursue these things. You may not believe it at all."

"I believe you," Dumbledore said very seriously, obviously not perfunctory, "This does not prevent you from educating others and working hard with Shen Xitong to make your hometown a better place."

The old principal always said. Tolerant and calm, he did not make a fuss about her statement, and even showed his pride and admiration for her both in and out of words.

"I have had some terrible thoughts. Scary is not enough to sum up those thoughts," Mu Yu looked up at the sky, and finally smiled slyly at the old man with whom he had known each other for several years and kept in touch with each other through letters. "However, I was deeply loved, so I decided to weave my ideal in another way."

She said briskly, agreeing not to explain to Dumbledore, who naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

They didn't have much time to talk. When Mu Yu got up and sent Dumbledore to the gate, the old man looked at her carefully in the light: "Yu, you are great."

Mu Yu remained silent in the light, and Dumbledore was about to step out. Suddenly, he added without any reason: "My patronus is a king cobra."

Even though he was full of confusion, Dumbledore still responded politely: "A very beautiful and elegant patronus."

She didn't want to Explain again.

She continues to teach one person after another how to realize their ideals, and points the way for people who don’t know what their ideals are. Some people's ideals are as small as a meal, while some people's ideals point to the common people.

In her ideal, there is no distinction between high and low, poverty and wealth. The world has changed, and the child who had made a great ambition to pray for the common people in the past realized her ideal. She persistently asked her to serve as an official again and again, but after being declined repeatedly, she finally gave up. He persuaded her to worship her as a mascot.

She will not personally manipulate the changes in Muggle politics, and she will not usher in a new era with blood on her hands.

A perfect fairy tale.

She lived for one hundred and fifty years, and was very old. She sat in the courtyard where she grew up and watched the gorgeous sunset in the sky. Time flows extremely slowly in this courtyard.

I have never married or had children in my life, but I seem to have a family full of children and grandchildren. I have been shrouded in light throughout my life and will return to the light at the end.

The children who had sworn their vows before her came to visit her. All kinds of precious gifts fill the hall, but you can't even get a glance at them.

With the remaining light of the setting sun, she stared at the child who almost watched him grow up and realize his ambition step by step.

The skinny little boy who didn't have enough to eat had his head raised. His once dirty face was covered with years of wind and frost, and his white hair was neatly styled. His whole body seemed to have been measured with a ruler.

"I feel relieved to see that the teacher is in good health." The visitor was not surprised by Mu Yu's reaction and carefully placed the gifts. "There is a question that has troubled me for many years and I have always wanted to ask the teacher."

She still looked intently. He looked at the guests without saying a word. There is no emotion in his eyes, but it is enough to make anyone lose patience.

The man took a few steps forward, his Adam's apple rolling, as if he wanted to go further, but in the end he just clenched his fists and stopped at the boundary drawn by the setting sun: "Teacher, do you want to be a god? One of a kind, above all others." "

He asked without being roundabout. Mu Yu tilted his head, adjusted the angle of his inspection, and answered directly: "I don't have that ability."

The visitor first moved his toes, took a deep breath, and then tried to hide it. Revealing a little desire in his eyes: "You are humble, I know you are special..."

When he found that Mu Yu had caught that little desire, his calm eyes seemed to have changed, becoming sharp and sarcastic, he couldn't help but He straightened his spine, as if he could do his best to express something like this: "You told me that Kunlun and the secular world should be completely separated. You taught me that chivalrous people use martial arts to violate the prohibition, and Confucianism uses literature to violate the country." He tried his best to keep calm and not let out any rumors. , "I have done it all. There will no longer be gods. Everyone only believes in their own ideals."

"You did it more thoughtfully than I imagined, no, far beyond my imagination," Mu Yu was obviously praising people. , but it always sounded wrong, "It's just that I missed an extremely important point when I taught you many years ago."

For a moment, the standing person seemed to want to make some small move.

She ignored the visitor's reaction and looked at the slowly setting sun leisurely: "Gods do not necessarily need to have special abilities. As long as they can weave ideals for others, they can be called gods." She suddenly asked He asked about an unrelated topic, "Decades ago, when you and I first met, what was your ideal?"

He moved his lips and answered loudly: "Please help the common people."

The sun had already set for the most part.

Mu Yu stretched out his hand, as if he could retain the sunshine in this way. Even as he aged, he could still see the sweetness of his smile, but such a smile was extremely dazzling and sharp in the eyes of some people: "There is one more thing I forgot to tell you, God's "Existence is a paradox. God means eternity and immortality," she let go of the light in her hand, "but how can there be eternity in the world? Even the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and rivers are divided into yesterday and today." She

was full of ridicule and sigh. She lost everything in the sunset: "It's time for me to rest. You can go back."

The light moved inch by inch in the room, and it seemed like there was a sound at this moment.

"You're still there," she suddenly turned to the air next to her, her gentle voice was lost in time, but her eyes were still bright and clear, "Mr. Unknown."

The obsession that was about to dissipate slowly squatted down and held the hand. Those old hands.

Riddle never bowed his head to others, even if he was besieged and pulled off the altar, several lives would be taken with him.

Except her.

Mu Yu didn't expect a response.

"When I was young, I was ignorant and thought you were my mother. However, Olivia did not love me, and she would not come back specially." She leaned forward to touch the fragmented soul, with tenderness flowing in her eyes - unique to Riddle. "Who are you? I seem to have seen you before."

"It's unimportant," he gently pressed his face against her dry hand, but what he tasted was the bitter drop of her hand when his desire reached its peak that night. Tears, "The person who wants to confess to you."

"I listen."

It is impossible for Tom Riddle to confess the sins and killings he has committed, let alone reflect on the arrogance and violence in his soul.

"I once broke off a flower," he still said in a seductive tone, and kissed his hand preciously, "but I didn't want anyone to forgive me, and I didn't want to admit that it was a sin."

Mu Yu struggled to get it . Standing up to take a closer look and even touch the blurry face, it seemed like there were thousands of words that I wanted to say, but I didn't know where to start.

"But I still forgive you." Even though she is old, her eyes are still calm and tolerant, no different from the girl who sat at the table and struggled with the final boundary between good and evil.

The hand finally dropped down weakly, and the whole person fell asleep in the brightest warm light of the sunset.

The obsession dissipated. He seemed to be in King's Cross Station, which was several times brighter. A train was roaring past, but he was never qualified to get on. The ugly and twisted self, huddled under the white bench, was shattered by the last ray of wind as the train passed by, and merged with the warm white light all around.

The pain, obsession, and madness all disappeared, and he seemed to have become a wisp of air, a breeze blowing across the hills, scattered among the drops of water and sinking into the soil.

Cease to exist.