Chapter 25 Guess

"Yu, Yu, wait a minute, I have something to tell you." On Wednesday evening, Mu Yu finished dinner and was about to rush to Dumbledore's office when he was stopped by Daphne.

The two of them hadn't spoken much since the opening party, especially after hearing the conversation between Daphne and Astoria, Mu Yu somewhat avoided her.

She stopped and it took Daphne two steps to catch up with her. When she finally approached Mu Yu, she started to be tongue-tied again: "Yu, Yu, I..."

"Daphne, I said it doesn't matter."

She had always been extremely considerate in front of others.

"But..." Even if Mu Yu had a hint of anger or discomfort, Daphne could continue what she said, but Mu Yu just stood there and looked at her with a smile, as if nothing had happened, and she even knew What she was going to say.

"Daphne," Mu Yu held her hand, "If I really want to apologize, I should do it. I've been very busy these days, and the information I have to read is getting more and more difficult, but my grandfather still insists on letting me do it. Go to Dumbledore's every Wednesday to practice some magic. So you see..."

"I don't really have much free time, and I didn't expect this to bother you."

She wouldn't let anyone find out she was real if she wanted to . Emotions.

Of course Daphne knew how busy Mu Yu was, and after Mu Yu's explanation, she was sure that Mu Yu didn't care about Astoria's affairs. This made her sigh in relief and held Mu Yu's hand understandingly. : "I know everything. Yu, I really envy you to get the personal guidance of Professor Dumbledore. This is an opportunity that no one else can even imagine."

This sentence was half true and half false, but that was never what Mu Yu cared about. She smiled sheepishly: "So... can we have afternoon tea in the common room this Saturday?"

She was tired of the constant hesitation and going in circles, and couldn't wait to discover the benefits that Daphne wanted to seek from her. .

A friendship that has no results and has been all false from the beginning is not worth investing more time for her.

It was Daphne who always invited Mu Yu to attend small gatherings, but Mu Yu rarely extended an olive branch like this. Daphne was surprised and a little happy at the same time. Without an invitation without any reason, Mu Yu must have something to ask for.

As long as she wants something.

"Of course, Yu. I can take a look at your Potions class paper by the way. You know how bad I am at Potions." Daphne looked distressed.

"Then it's settled." Mu Yu waved his hand at her, "Professor Dumbledore and I have an appointment at seven o'clock. I'm almost late. See you later."

After bidding farewell to Daphne, Mu Yu went straight to the principal's office. . She stood in front of the stone statue in the principal's office and was about to say the password, but found that there seemed to be outsiders in the principal's office.

"Mr. Dumbledore, no matter what, the vice-president of our college died in Hogwarts. I have no other intention of coming here this time. I just want to know more details. Please understand."

The visitor listened during the conversation. He came across as polite and polite, even too polite, and seemed more like a perfunctory way of doing business.

This man didn't seem to expect any answers.

Since she could hear their conversation, it was obvious that Dumbledore was not shy about her.

Mu Yu directly said the password: "Lemon Snow Treasure." The stone statue turned away. The first thing Mu Yu saw was the back of a tall and thin man wearing a long gown. Hearing the sound of opening the door, the figure turned around and smiled at the first sight of her.

"This must be Xiao Yu."

This man's hair and beard looked like they hadn't been taken care of for a long time, and were piled up in a mess, but he was very kind when facing Mu Yu.

"You must not know me anymore. The last time we met was when I took Qitong to Mingyuan Mountain to attend your first birthday party eleven years ago."

As soon as he mentioned Qitong, Muyu understood his identity. The current head of the Shen family, Shen Xitong's grandfather. Grandpa has never liked socializing with the only remaining clan, and Mu Yu is not surprised at all. What aroused her curiosity was the complicated and entangled look on the Shen family head's face when he mentioned taking Shen Qitong to the first birthday party.

She said nonchalantly: "I knew it when you said that. I saw Qitong

when I went back during the summer vacation." It was just a casual statement, but she was keenly aware that the head of the Shen family mentioned that Qitong went back to visit his grandfather. More depressed mood.

Shen Qitong once said that even her own grandfather gave up on her...

But Mu Yu had a lot of things to worry about and had no extra energy to worry about other people's pasts.

During their greetings, Dumbledore always smiled and sat behind the huge desk. The light in the room was very dim, and only Fawkes' fiery red feathers reflected bright light in the dancing candlelight.

"Yu, you're here," Dumbledore interrupted after making sure they had finished their politeness. "Want to have something to drink."

Mu Yu sat across from him: "Thank you, Professor, but I just had dinner."

" Mr. Shen, as for what you want to say, I think that explanation is enough." He turned to look at the head of the Shen family who was still waiting for a reply, "Hogwarts does not tolerate theft."

This sentence pulled Mu Yu back. Back to the past memories.

Mu Yu seemed to see a burning wardrobe in front of his eyes again.

"Hogwarts not only teaches you magic, but also teaches you how to use it. Hogwarts does not tolerate theft of any kind." Dumbledore's words from that time and space were still buzzing in her mind.

She almost thought Dumbledore knew everything.

In response to this answer, the head of the Shen family just raised his eyebrows: "They asked for compensation... I know those demands may be difficult for the foundation of Hogwarts..." How could Mu Yu

be easily eliminated from the prejudice caused by hundreds of years of isolation ?

At this time, his eyes were wrongly looking at Dumbledore, waiting for his response.

Dumbledore didn't want to wait for him to finish speaking and said directly: "Although the deputy dean was at fault first, but the crime of theft is not punishable by death, Hogwarts is still willing to pay the compensation required by your school."

Portrait of the head of the Shen family He didn't expect that Dumbledore would accept these conditions so quickly. However, his surprise did not last long. He bowed behind him and said, "This is the best," and then turned to look at Mu Yu who was standing aside. He smiled and said, "Xiao Yu must come to Shen's house to play if there is a chance."

Mu Yu rubbed the jade pendant around his waist and nodded politely to him: "Definitely."

"It's hard for Mr. Shen. Kunlun College insists on an explanation. Their butler was unwilling to come to negotiate, so he had to push him out." It was not until he left that Dumbledore stroked Fawkes' beak and said.

Mu Yu really didn't know how to approach this topic, and she still wasn't sure of Dumbledore's attitude towards the senior management of Kunlun College. She also had no intention of letting Dumbledore notice her hatred.

It's more contempt than hatred.

Dumbledore did not dwell on this topic: "Then, we will get to the point, the Patronus Charm."

Mu Yu became irritated for no reason at the mention of this. She had never spent so much time on a spell. The key is that investing so much time has no effect at all.

Dumbledore seemed to have noticed her disappointment, but did not point it out. Instead, he said jokingly: "The Duke of Bees has just released a new drink. I'm sure I don't want to have one."

"No need," Mu Yu took out his wand directly. "Can I start now, sir?"

Dumbledore adjusted the frames of his half-moon glasses and made a gesture of invitation.

Mu Yu waved her magic wand, and the memories of the past replayed in her mind frame by frame. The figure hanging on the ceiling fan, the desperate and weak cry during the disaster, London under fire, the fireflies flying on Mingyuan Mountain...

this time ... There was no white smoke coming out either.

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses and said gently: "Yu, this is normal. The reason why the Patronus is a profound spell is not that it requires powerful magic power, but that it depends on the memory mobilized in your heart."

Mu Yu was a little confused: "But, Professor, I have tried my best to mobilize the happiest memories I can imagine."

"There is no pure happiness in the world. At least when we get out of infancy, pure happiness becomes a luxury . Your memory may not be purely happy, but its emotions must be strong and rich. Only the emotion that bursts out in that moment is the source of summoning the patron saint."

Mu Yu savored this paragraph of Dumbledore . talk. Dumbledore turned to another topic: "Did you have a good holiday?"

The topic jumped too much. One second they were discussing how to summon the Patronus, and the next second they were asking about the holiday. Mu Yu was a little confused. Can't react. During the holidays...

Mu Yu thought of his grandfather's increasingly older face and his painstaking advice.

Grandpa is the person who knows her best, he understands everything.

Mu Yu's stomach was churning, and she didn't even dare to look directly into Dumbledore's eyes at this moment.

"Very good." Mu Yu himself knew how powerless these two words were.

Fox chirped softly, and the candlelight grew dimmer. Even at such a close distance, it was difficult for Mu Yu to see Dumbledore's face clearly at this moment. But there was no doubt that the old man, the greatest of the White Wizards, was now lost in deep memories. Mu Yu had a vague feeling that his memories must be related to him, but just like the meteors streaking across the sky, they were far away and disappeared so quickly.

Practicing the Patronus Charm is no different from last semester. However, Mu Yu waved her wand again and again until she was exhausted, and Dumbledore handed her a cup of hot chocolate. Teaching her the Patronus Charm seemed not to be Dumbledore's true intention.

"I always feel like he knows something." Mu Yu walked in the empty corridor during curfew, and Tom Riddle only appeared next to her after she left the principal's office. They walked in silence. The armor gleamed in the light of the torch.

"Dumbledore has always been like this."

"You are afraid of him." Mu Yu was particularly sure.

"I'm not afraid of anyone." His voice was cold and sharp.

Mu Yu ignored him at all: "He saw something about you clearly when he was in the orphanage. I don't think he liked you as much as other teachers when you were in school."

Mu Yu heard the thing squirming in the pipe again. The sound, its murderous intent almost penetrated the castle walls.

"You shouldn't be afraid." Mu Yu said the password and walked into the common room. The stove had been extinguished and the lounge in the cellar was still cold. She didn't seem to see Tom Riddle's gloomy face, "You should be excited. It's so fun that you are feared by the greatest white wizard. Although I admire him, it doesn't stop me from wanting to play a game with him if I have a chance, or... play a wonderful chess game..."

Mu Yu's wand . A flame lit up the fireplace in the lounge. She lay lazily on the sofa, took out her book and continued to study how to make puppets. The firelight cast a ray of madness on the girl's face. These are slightly crazy but contradictory to the peaceful girl who is half lying on the sofa and turning the pages of a book.

Tom Riddle wanted to get closer and observe this contradiction.

"You are not afraid of Dumbledore," his transparent body leaned on the sofa at the other end. "What you are afraid of is another person, your...grandpa." He said the last word particularly awkwardly.

Mu Yu turned over a page: "It's not fear."

She refused to say any more.