Chapter 34: Spells

After Halloween, teachers in each subject assigned a lot of homework, and this pile of homework seemed destined to accompany them through Christmas.

Professor Binns' history class was just as boring. The only ghost professor in Hogwarts always recounts historical events in his unchanging and rhythmless tone.

"In 1960, the Magical Congress of the United States passed a decree to abolish the law that wizards were not allowed to marry Muggles. This law was firmly opposed by the pure-blood families headed by the Leon family and the Victor family. In May 1963, headed by the Leon family, The pure-blood wizards of the Magic Congress launched the Magic Congress under the banner of regaining the glory of Grindelwald. They were suppressed and the 43-year-old patriarch of the Leon family was detained..."

Being able to tell the magnificent history so boringly is actually a skill. .

Mu Yu could miss the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but she always forced herself to listen carefully in Professor Binns' class. She will not despise history. Any history is a mirror worth learning from.

Just as Mu Yu was about to listen, Hermione raised her hand.

Professor Binns seemed surprised that someone raised his hand in his class: "You are..." "

Hermione Granger. Professor, I want to ask about the Chamber of Secrets."

Mu Yu twirled the feather in his hand Pen. Hermione is indeed very smart. The Chamber of Secrets is an ancient legend that few living people can accurately tell. But what about the dead?

Professor Binns said dryly: "Our lesson is to study real history, not mythical legends, Miss Granger." He was about to continue telling the story about the coup in the Ministry of Magic launched by the Leon family, Hercules Min's hand was raised high again.

Professor Binns never thought that someone would interrupt him twice in a row in his class: "Miss Granger"

"But legends are also based on facts, right" Hermione said reluctantly.

"Okay." Professor Binns cleared his throat, and everyone woke up from their drowsy state. Never before had so many people looked at Professor Binns attentively.

"You should know that Hogwarts has been founded for more than a thousand years. More than a thousand years ago, four wizards, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, in order to protect wizards from being He founded Hogwarts with the intention of seeking talented students, but gradually Slytherin and others began to disagree. He believed that the admissions criteria should be more stringent and should be more limited. Children from a wizarding family..."

History always coincides with that.

"The disagreements became more and more serious, and Slytherin left Hogwarts. This is something recorded in real history. As for the Chamber of Secrets... Legend has it that Slytherin created a secret room in the castle when he left. Legend has it that only Only when his true heir comes to school can he open the secret room, release the monsters in it, and eliminate those who are not worthy of learning magic." "I don't know

what kind of monster it is

. Legend has it that only the heir of Slytherin can control it." There is no secret room. All the previous principals of Hogwarts have searched and found nothing."

Mu Yu thought of the basilisk swimming in the pipe... and the sound that Harry said he could hear in the pipe. She vaguely felt the dark evil energy in Harry's soul.

The debate in the classroom continued, and more eyes fell on Mu Yu.

"What if only the heir of Slytherin can open it? After all, Dumbledore is not the heir of Slytherin."

"That's enough!" Professor Binns hurriedly organized his notes, "There is no secret room or monster at all. It’s just a legend.”

He started talking about the rebellion launched by the Leon family in the United States in the 1960s. The whole class fell into a drowsy state again.

After class, Mu Yu walked towards the library, where she almost lived these days.

What she was reading was not a book.

She didn't make a single move on the parchment on the table for two whole hours.

Seeing that there wouldn't be much progress in a short period of time, she simply put down her pen and looked out the window.

I don't know when the snowflakes rose up in the gray sky, and scattered in the direction of the wind. Although it was extremely light, it covered the mud.

She leaned her head against the glass, as if she could clear her thoughts.

A figure was slowly reflected in the glass. Mu Yu sighed silently, she still underestimated the benefits brought by Ginny's vitality.

If this continues, she is not even sure that she will be able to...

No matter what she thinks in her heart, she always maintains a posture, as if she is really addicted to the snow scene.

She didn't cover up what was on the paper.

Through the glass, she vaguely saw Tom Riddle sitting next to him, carefully studying the chaotic symbols on it that were not systematic yet.

"The forbidden book area still retains this curse," he said in a longer and longer voice after reading all the symbols, "You are modifying this spell."

"The last resort of the Byzantine Empire at the end of the road," Mu Yu sat She straightened up and carefully picked up an almost falling apart booklet that had been put aside. She turned to one of the pages, which was painted with an extremely cruel and bloody ritual, "Orthodox Faith, Almighty The Lord can't save them, and evil heretics seem to be the only way out."

She stopped looking at the snow scene and looked at the complicated symbols on the parchment with her chin propped up. Some of the handwriting is almost invisible, and brand new and neat notes are densely distributed next to these handwritings.

"Through sacrifice, we try to give ordinary soldiers extraordinary powers." Her fingers kept wandering over the mottled marks. "The dark wizard who invented this spell did not leave a name, and his ritual also failed. The most powerful person in the army." No strong warrior can live for more than an hour. But he is indeed a talent."

Tom Riddle seemed to want to retort, but hesitated to speak as if he was worried about something.

Mu Yu didn't care what he thought. She even made everything more clear: "If ordinary people have the chance to have power..."

"If you want lowly Muggles to become wizards, first be house elves, then mud..." Muggle-born wizards, now even you have to bring Muggles in."

His tone was full of sarcasm, but it was much less angry than the last quarrel, and more like a leisurely spectator watching the show: "They don't deserve it, Yu. . The power belonging to wizards did not choose them, which means that they are born inferior. Only people like Dumbledore would bother with inferior creatures."

"It is not a gift for them," Mu Yu ignored his sarcasm . , "The gods need believers. I have never denied their lowliness."

She flipped through the book in her hand, but her mind was not on it at all: "They are so weak, so weak that they can only continue to invent weapons and use the power of external objects to express themselves. My own strength. I just want to use faith to weaken them again and make them believe in the uselessness of weapons and their own strength, but the so-called strength..."

The page of the book once again freezes in that cruel magic ceremony: "I have been thinking, Is there anything that can make the beneficiary of the spell live an extra hour, two hours, or... more than ten years?"

"They will resist," there was no trace of the innocence of a little girl in her voice at this time, more like a calm politician, "Mortals who suddenly have power always think that they can challenge the gods. They must first tame wild wolves into dogs, and then tame the dogs into docile lambs. This will be a big game, but only in this way is it fun."

She saw it The twinkle in his eye.

He seemed to be admiring but also afraid: "You want to weave ideals for everyone and become the only monopolist." His hand passed through her cheek again, "But Yu, you are so sure that I will There are pure-blood families who will complete this deal with you step by step. It is me they believe in and you have nothing to fear."

Mu Yu tilted her head, ignoring the threat she faced . Like a child who is truly ignorant of the world: "Tom, you should know the beliefs of pure-blood families better than me." She avoided his touch, "We are walking the same path, with or without you, I "We will all go on."

"We" Tom Riddle chewed the word repeatedly.

Mu Yu has packed up his books and is ready to go back.

He always felt like she was avoiding some topic.

"It's true that what you want is not eternity," Tom Riddle whispered in her ear as she walked into the corridor, as if he was proud of the secret he discovered, "You want revenge for your past."

Mu Yu paused for a moment . , quickened the pace again, and the girl's monotonous voice became a little more annoyed at this time: "You like to peek into my thoughts so much"