Chapter 2 The First Arrival

Fire has just burned through the city. The clock tower that gives a bird's eye view of the entire city has lost most of its spire. The sun sets in the west, and the sunset slowly climbs over the ancient and damaged buildings, and then disappears silently in the cracks.

Pedestrians and vehicles shuttle continuously on the road, but there is not much sound. The laughter and laughter of the old era are extravagant and even disrespectful. The sun is taking its last breaths, struggling to flow over the dazzling and eye-catching slogans, but the pantomime of the city seems to have just begun and will never end.

As darkness covers the city, the dazzling fireworks lights in one corner of the city almost illuminate half of the sky into daylight. Only then can a little laughter be heard in the city - whether it is a forced illusion or a sincere self-paralysis, at least it can be regarded as enjoyment. .

This does not make the city come alive. The old home seemed like a pasture with no visible fence.

And she wasn't in it. She seemed to be independent from the sunset, standing higher than the lingering setting sun, standing between the sparse stars, playing the city like a chess piece, and grabbing the unknown and even taboo pleasure for her.

I'm dreaming again - a ridiculous dream that shouldn't exist.

"Maybe this wand is suitable for you." The wrinkled hand stretched out brought Mu Yu back to reality.

The light in Ollivander's Wand Shop was too dim, and it was a world away from the bright sunshine in Diagon Alley. There was originally a wand on the table in front of her, but now Ollivander tried his best to push another box into her hand.

She avoided the box Ollivander handed her, and reluctantly reached out for the wand on the table again. The light wand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she couldn't pick it up no matter what.

She retracted her hand and just turned the ring in her hand quietly, as if almost half of the Mu family's property hidden in the ring would give her much confidence.

Ollivander was not angry at the slightly rude move, and looked like an ordinary old man: "The wand with a unicorn core may not be suitable for you, child. The wand chooses the wizard." He put away the unicorn on the table. The animal core wand handed the box in front of Mu Yu again, "Try this one."

Mu Yu stepped back slightly, not used to staying too close to others. The magic wand lying quietly in the box has a different kind of temptation and charm for her, and in her usual understanding, temptation displayed for no reason is always dangerous.

After all, she didn't want to delay too long in choosing a wand, and couldn't stand Ollivander's strange looking eyes, so she finally picked up the wand.

Once you get it, you won't be willing to put it down.

She waved it in the air, and a cluster of flames suddenly appeared on the top of the wand. The flames were weaker than candlelight. She waved it over her head, and the flames formed an arrangement in the air. A flower of the other side composed of flames was quietly arranged in the air.

When she couldn't help but want to reach out and touch, the flames dissipated bit by bit.

Ollivander was so excited that he clapped his hands: "Awesome, great...I knew it, the wand chooses the wizard..."

After the initial excitement, his excited eyes gradually cooled down.

"Is there any problem, sir?" After all, he had lost his composure just now. Mu Yu blinked and asked casually, not expecting any reply. She didn't want to spend any more time in the wand shop.

"Thirteen inches, alder, phoenix tail feathers," Ollivander had already suppressed a flash of gloom when she asked, "your wand is very interesting. Alder, an Oriental was here with me before. I bought an alder wand. And the phoenix tail feathers..."

He seemed to be looking at the wand in her hand with great emotion: "It is a rare and precious material. I only got three of them in total. I didn't expect to be able to sell all the phoenix tail feathers. Choose ordinary people."

He gave a serious answer.

"An Oriental" Mu Yu carefully tasted the meaning of his words.

"A total of eight Galleons." Ollivander pretended not to hear her question.

When handing over the money, Mu Yu still felt that he had been observing her, as if he was comparing her with a certain person. She took a deep breath, trying not to show anything strange.

"You don't look like your mother at all," she heard Ollivander sighing faintly as she was about to step out of the store. "Silver basswood, unicorn hair, nine inches, extremely flexible."

"My... mother "

Didn't her mother study at Kunlun College like her father?

However, when she turned around, Ollivander, who was still standing in the center of the hall, was gone.

When she arrived at the door of her home, she saw a tall figure waiting by the door. She immediately remembered who it was: "Mr. Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to come so soon." His smile was neither distant nor too close, "I should let Yoyo pour you a cup of tea first."

"No need to bother," Dumbledore paced in front of the main entrance with his hands behind his back, looking up at the small building covered with ivy. The courtyard wall, "I remember that this place used to be full of roses."

After all, this is grandpa's property - even if Mu Yu never thought that grandpa would have a house with house elves in the UK, she was not going to agree with him rashly. The principal just silently opened the ban on the small building, led him to the living room and gave him a cup of tea.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the elf was laboriously plowing the soil in the yard and transplanting several fiery red flowers into the soil.

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and let out a long sigh, as if he was reminiscing about things he had not seen for a long time: "It seems that you can't wait to decorate the yard."

"We must find something for Yunyu to do," Mu Yu followed him "Otherwise she'll do something terrible, bang her head against the wall or something."

Dumbledore stopped admiring the backyard and turned his attention to her.

He was observing her carefully without causing discomfort.

This is not like a teacher observing students, but more like...a kind and gentle elder and old friend caring about the younger generation.

"The house elf looks like this because of a piece of history. But shopping in Diagon Alley is tiring enough. You definitely don't want to spend such a beautiful afternoon listening to an old man talking about history. Can I ask you to let that cute house elf What kind of flowers do the elves plant?"

"Lycoris is also called Bianhuahua in Kyushu."

"Orientals are always so romantic." He finished the tea that had just been refilled, and he raised his glass and looked at his hand. Exquisite porcelain, "Such a mellow tea is so addictive, please bring it to school. But I won't favor you just because of this."

He winked and said half-jokingly.

He seemed to be really here for afternoon tea. He chatted casually, talking about Eastern food and customs, and asked about Mu Yu's daily life. Mu Yu was surprised to find that this white wizard, known as the greatest in the Western world, also had profound insights into Eastern customs and culture.

Most of the afternoon slipped away quietly while rambling. It was not until the sky was getting dark and the meager glow climbed onto the dining table through the floor-to-ceiling windows that Dumbledore seemed to realize the topic of today: "Your grandfather specifically told me how many times First of all, he hopes that you can have a single dormitory in Hogwarts. Although the school has never had such an exception, I still respect and understand."

She lowered her head slightly when she mentioned the single dormitory. Grandpa may be...preventing her from doing what she did in the past.

"The second thing," Dumbledore did not miss the slight change in the expression of the girl in front of him, "he wants you to learn the Patronus Charm from the first grade."

"Patronus Charm" Mu Yucai heard the unfamiliar words She raised her head and wondered, "What is that...?"

The pronunciation of the word "that" was hard to pronounce.

"A profound spell that relies on happiness to be cast," Dumbledore tapped the table lightly. "Many adult wizards do not have a Patronus. I thought about it for a long time and agreed to his request."

"But..." Since it is profound spell, would it be too early for her.

However, Dumbledore waved his hand, indicating that she did not need to worry too much: "Your grandfather told me about your study status. I think you have the ability to contact the Patronus Charm in advance, not to mention that casting the Patronus Charm does not rely on advanced magic."

He paused for a moment and looked at her with a softer look: "Can I call you Yu?"

"You're welcome."

"Has your grandpa... ever mentioned the wizarding world in the West to you?"

She nodded: "He has mentioned some. Like Diagon Alley, and several magic schools in Europe. He said he would let me explore it myself in the future."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, as if he was not surprised by the result: "But it is true, little one. The most important thing for children is curiosity. After all, no one knows what is hidden under the iceberg, and it may not be all light."

His words seemed to have meaning: "Yu, I look forward to you bringing it to Hogwarts. Something different," he said as he took the last sip of tea. "The ancient country that has been passed down for thousands of years has too many mysteries. Our things are like monkey tricks in front of this ancient country."

Mu Yu's hand unconsciously rested on the armrest of the chair: "They are all spells, with different forms, and each has its own merits."

Dumbledore did not respond directly. He smiled kindly: "Bibi's multi-flavor beans are an interesting snack. You never know what you will taste next. "I have tasted cow dung before."

Before Mu Yu could react, he stood up and bowed in a very gentlemanly manner: "A very pleasant afternoon tea, Yu, I think I have to leave." Departing from station nine and three-quarters, your grandfather must have told you goodbye at Hogwarts." The

small building was banned, and Mu Yu walked him all the way to the gate, and she was about to step out . Suddenly she asked softly: "Sir, have you seen me before?"

The half-moon glasses reflected an inexplicable light in the gorgeous sunset: "I had some friendship with your grandfather, Yu."

"No," she He said firmly, "I mean, it feels like you've seen me a long time ago."

However, Dumbledore disappeared directly, leaving no trace of his departure.

Mu Yu leaned against the door. The sunset in London was far less bright than the sea of ​​​​Fragrance, and even the evening breeze always carried an unbreakable chill.

Every word the Headmaster of Hogwarts spoke this afternoon was laced with both veiled concern and polite probing.

For the first time, she felt at a loss. No matter how caring or polite she is, she will always feel uncomfortable due to the scrutiny and observation of outsiders. This was beyond her complete control.

The wand in the wand shop that I couldn't pick up and the unknown dream last night became lingering shadows.

The veil in that scene was finally completely lifted, and what she saw was no longer a blurry figure.

This is a very handsome boy. Maybe he rarely gets the sun, his skin is pale, and his black hair hangs on his forehead. He looked so bad, but his eyes were so bright.

That kind of brightness had nothing to do with hope. It was a kind of burning heat, hotter than the flames she had seen countless times.

"Who are you?" His voice was cold and hard.

Raindrops pattered on the dusty windows, making the scene in front of him even more bizarre.

"Who are you?" She looked directly into the boy's black eyes. It was rare that she looked forward to something so much that she was willing to drop a little bit of the pretense of gentleness here.

The boy suddenly smiled, but there was no warmth in his smile, as if this was just a trick he used.

He was like a colorful snake, calmly waiting to ambush its prey: "I have seen you 913 times. I seem to be trapped here."

He seemed extremely sad and pitiful when he said this: "Day after day. An old man came to show me..." He seemed to be observing her expression carefully, "Magic. I should go to a magic academy, can you help me?"

His eyes were locked on her: "You must do it. You're helping me, right?"

Mu Yu was not in a hurry at all, she even sat on the only chair in the room to look at him leisurely.

It's so interesting - it's the first time to appreciate someone who is as good at pretending as she is.

Unfortunately, all the pictures seem to be torn and faded at this time, and she feels like she is being pulled back to reality - bed curtains with almost no color, plain. The wallpaper looked so boring and lacking in aesthetics.

She spent longer than ever lying on the bed like a corpse, trying not to imagine the surroundings being destroyed and twisted and pieced together piece by piece.