Chapter 24

The day after the banquet ended, it was obvious that everyone was disappointed. Harry and Ron were still sitting at the Gryffindor table. Not even one of Gryffindor's gems was missing. Mu Yu clearly saw Malfoy's face becoming paler.

The first day of school was marked by extremely bad weather. Breakfast also matched the weather. Mu Yu frowned and looked at the rows of pickled herrings. She resisted the urge to vomit. She had a good sleep last night, and not even Tom Riddle came to disturb her. The rainy weather and the nauseating smell of herring quickly ruined her good mood. Mu Yu ate some porridge, and as if the day wasn't bad enough, an owl swooped down on the Gryffindor table. It was a red howler letter.

Mrs. Weasley's voice nearly brought down the ceiling of the Great Hall. After the howling letter was reduced to ashes, several sneers erupted from the Slytherin table. Malfoy laughed very hard. Mu Yu couldn't bear it anymore, so she grabbed her textbook and headed towards the herbal greenhouse.

"Yu, wait a minute." Harry pulled Ron behind him and panted after her. Mu Yu stopped and looked at them quietly. Ron's face was almost as red as his hair. In the end, Harry stammered: "Yu, we, we are very sorry, we didn't listen to you that day..."

Ron continued: "Yu, I'm sorry, I spoke a bit harshly to you that day." He just looked down. own toes.

"You don't have to say sorry to me." Mu Yu has always been gentle, and she doesn't preach like Hermione, which makes the two people who have been controversial since the beginning of school feel more comfortable, "Ron, to be honest, I don't I don’t quite remember what you said at that time.”

She looked at the time and said, “It’s over now. Let’s go into the greenhouse. It’s time to go to class.”

When they were about to walk to the door of the greenhouse, a man in a suit appeared in the distance. A man in a very flashy purple robe walked over. Mu Yu didn't even look at him and went straight into the greenhouse. But Harry and Ron were not so lucky. Mu Yu saw Lockhart pulling Harry and saying something, and bragging to Professor Sprout: "I used to be very good at herbal medicine." Professor Sprout, who had always been kind, hissed for the first time. Lockhart even took Harry away.

Mu Yu lowered his head to hide the disgust in his heart.

There were still a few minutes before class, and it wasn't until Lockhart had gone far that Mu Yu smiled at Professor Sprout and said, "Professor, I happen to have a seed of the meat mushroom you learned about last semester." She placed a transparent seed here. The seeds wrapped in glass were handed to Professor Sprout: "I will give you the planting method, you can try to plant it. But they are very naughty when they grow up." Mu Yu blinked and said a little shyly .

Sprout saw Lockhart's disdain and said kindly to Mu Yu: "Yu, I just mentioned it casually last semester, but you still remember it. It's just..." She was a little embarrassed, "Meat Mushrooms seem to be very precious in the East..."

Mu Yu smiled relievedly: "Professor, it's just a seed, it will just rot in the warehouse. It would be best if you could cultivate it." She said. She looked at the plant they were going to get to know in this class, mandrake, and said, "Mature mushrooms combined with mandrake are the most powerful recovery medicine." She didn't say that there were handfuls of these seeds in the Mu family's private vault. of.

Professor Sprout was very happy: "Ten points for Slytherin. Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape will like it, my dear."

"Astoria, why are you so afraid of Yu. Yu has always been good. You're embarrassing."

After finishing the herbal medicine class in the morning, Mu Yu had lunch and went to the library. She heard Daphne's whisper at the corner of the corridor on the third floor.

Astoria said in a coquettish voice: "Sister, I don't like her. I know it's not good, but she makes me uncomfortable."

Daphne was obviously embarrassed, and Mu Yu heard her sigh heavily: "Astoria. Even if you don't like it, you can't do it openly."

Astoria was silent, and the two sisters were obviously confronting each other.

Astoria suddenly whispered: "Sister, actually you may not be particularly close to her. I don't understand."

Her question left Daphne speechless for a long time, so long that Mu Yu almost lost the patience to wait any longer. In other words, her patience has been rapidly disappearing since she encountered the conversation between the two sisters.

Daphne never won a confrontation.

Seeing that her sister didn't answer for a long time, Astoria said in a very weak voice: "Because of me."

This weak voice quickly turned into sharp: "Sister, you are exactly the same as dad. You really don't need to do this for me... "

At this point, Daphne should have pulled Astoria, and the voices of the two people's discussion gradually became lower.

Mu Yu made sure not to bump into them again before going around to avoid embarrassment to each other after meeting.

This incident seemed to be just an incident for her, as she was flipping through the weapon refining compendium in the library. This was the year she could start making puppets.

Perhaps because of the extreme difficulty, her progress always stayed on the first page after watching it for a long time.

"It doesn't look so pleasant."

Tom Riddle sat in the empty seat next to her and looked at the weapon refining outline with her casually. When he saw the densely packed processes and diagrams in the book, he could no longer take his eyes away: "Puppet."

Mu Yu's sentences were a little cold, and it was unclear whether it was her usual personality or the influence of the bad weather. : "It's good to be able to recognize such complicated words."

"Just because of a stupid little girl Yu, you can't." He drawled his tone, with sarcasm in his black eyes, "You wouldn't do it because of a little girl Yu Her intuition is angry. Although her intuition is quite accurate..."

He wanted to lift Mu Yu's long hair hanging down on his shoulders, but it was obvious that his illusory figure could not do anything. His somewhat ambiguous move was emotionless and even calculated with a coldness: "Or let me guess, you still want to be friends with the Greengrass girl. She was the first one at the opening party. The person who took the initiative to talk to you. I thought you didn't have those stupid girl fantasies..."

"I only know that you are noisy."

Mu Yu turned a deaf ear to his nonchalant whisper. She studied the book in her hands quietly. When she studies something, no one would associate her with darkness and chaos. She is like a conscientious scholar, exploring freely in her own field.

Tom Riddle sat with her in this small corner of the library. Afternoon time always passes extremely slowly. Everyone will be confused by Mu Yu's appearance. Only he knows what kind of soul is hidden under such a peaceful and peaceful appearance. He once walked into this corner of this soul by chance. This is a soul that is extremely useful to him.

He would not allow such a soul to escape his control.

Either control or destroy.

It wasn't until the sky slowly darkened and the rain became more intense that Mu Yu closed the book in his hand. Amidst the sound of raindrops, she closed her eyes and deduced the theoretical knowledge over and over in her mind. When she opened her eyes, she saw the diary that was originally in the dormitory lying quietly next to her hand.

Only then did she have the time to pick up the diary on the table.

The pounding rain outside the window suddenly brought her back to the old London.

It was as if she was still sitting at the old desk, and the gloomy boy was still sitting on the little bed.

Time and time again he expresses his fear of death and his desire to be above life and death.

And like fate, she accidentally went to that time and space in order to better teach him that only by not fearing life and death can one transcend life and death.

The rain was falling even more fiercely, and it looked like it was impossible for it to clear up before evening.

Mu Yu opened the diary, but as expected, it was still blank.

It's a pity. She held her chin and stared at the rain. It was raining in London, and they had not yet stood at the top to watch the sunset in London.

Otherwise she would tell him that there is no place in eternal life more beautiful than the sunset.

"Want to read it?" Long and pale fingers passed through the old diary. Mu Yu closed the book regretfully. Memories were always interrupted at inopportune times. Now she had to deal with Tom Riddle's never-ending temptation.

"The days in the orphanage were a shame, but you always have some privileges." With his innocent eyes, handsome appearance, and the close distance between the two of them now, there should be very few girls who can refuse him.

"No," Mu Yu answered very simply. She imitated his innocent and caring look and watched with satisfaction as his mask was broken bit by bit. "Privilege, there will always be a price, and I don't need to pay it yet. Such a price. What's more..."

She deliberately lengthened her tone: "I'm not interested in your shame."

"Lie," he was not irritated. Instead, he came to watch the rain curtain with her, which made her reluctant. He moved his chair and said, "There is nothing interesting about the sunset in London."

The whole of London, along with his previous gloomy memories in it, should be destroyed.

He was peering into her thoughts again.

"Tom Riddle, don't try to peek into my thoughts. My past is crazier and more dangerous than you..."

Two distorted figures, one shallow and one faint, were reflected on the glass. Mu Yu stroked the glass with one hand, as if to look at him more carefully: "What I did to them was far more cruel than physical harm."

She wanted to continue, but the coldness from the jade pendant in her other hand was not Stirring her violently. The cold touch always reminds her of her grandfather's old face.

She sighed: "Forget it, it's all over. I don't want to brag about my past."

There is nothing worth bragging about.

"How can we stop?" Tom Riddle seemed to be unfinished. He stared into Mu Yu's dark eyes, "Go on, Yu, you need to know what you have done. You did nothing wrong."

But she was already convinced. I was so determined that I didn't want to talk any more. She packed up the pile of books spread out on the table, turned her gaze back from the window, and said as if nothing happened: "It's getting late, it's time to go back."