The Eve of Chapter 36

Things have become increasingly dramatic since that time in the library.

Just after Harry ended his argument with Ernie, the nearly headless Gryffindor ghost Nico and Justin Finch-Fletchley were both found collapsed in the corridor. By coincidence, Harry was the first person to discover them. This made the atmosphere in the castle even more panicked, and everyone was almost scrambling to order tickets for the Hogwarts Express.

Mu Yu also walked into the Potions Office with his leave application. She wanted to go back and personally confirm something that had been bothering her for a long time. The Christmas holiday was long enough, but it was not enough to squeeze it all into the small courtyard in Mingyuan Mountain.

Even too short.

This was her last act of willfulness.

Snape's usually expressionless face finally became a little angry: "You will be on leave until February, Miss Mu. Although I understand this is human nature, and your homework has already far exceeded the second grade level, but Hogg Watts has never had this precedent."

Mu Yu, who had always been gentle, did not back down this time. She looked at Snape firmly: "Professor, this is the only time. I will complete my homework during this period. "

Snape's sharp eyes seemed to see through her. After a long time, he said: "I will ask Dumbledore for his opinion."

Mu Yu originally thought that her request for leave would take a lot of trouble, or even some trouble. Maybe she would have to deal with Dumbledore again. However, what was unexpected was that Snape sent her Dumbledore's news just on the day she submitted the leave request.

"Dumbledore agreed to your application. You must hand in all the homework assigned by the teacher when you come back. As your head of house, I will personally check whether your potions level has deteriorated. I will not do it because you are a Slytherin." The students will protect you, Miss Mu."

Snape's tone was still emotionless.

"Of course."

Mu Yu hasn't seen Tom Riddle for a long time. He has been elusive recently. Basilisk attacks became more frequent, and Mu Yu knew that this had something to do with him. The day after tomorrow, she was going to the Greengrass house first. When Mu Yu returned to the dormitory to pack her luggage, Tom Riddle was leaning in front of the bookshelf in her dormitory, flipping through a book. He can already touch real objects.

There are no lights on indoors. The sparkling lake outside the window reflected an eerie light on his already pale face. This Tom Riddle is so confusing. His soul seemed gentle at this moment.

"I'm going back to Kyushu after Christmas. I won't be back until February." Mu Yu waved his wand, sorted the piles of things and put them into the space ring.

He put down the book, and the gentle illusion was shattered at this moment: "What are you going back for?"

Mu Yu looked at him strangely: "Of course it's the layout." She didn't want to tell Tom Riddle yet that she still had to find out something. thing.

"Lie." Tom Riddle sat on the four-poster bed indoors and stared at Mu Yu. He got to know Mu Yu better and better, and he could already see some clues through Mu Yu's gentle mask from time to time. But it was far from enough. What he saw was just the tip of Mu Yu's iceberg.

There are so many secrets buried in her soul.

Mu Yu gently played with the lyre that had been abandoned for a long time on the desk. Since her grandfather passed away, she has never touched the piano again. Amidst the clank of the strings, she was a little less sharp and a little more gentle to Tom Riddle: "What do you want me to say, Tom?"

She adjusted a few notes at will: "There are too many stories. Tom "What story do you want to hear?"

She would not tell him the truth, just like he would not open his whole soul to Mu Yu, even if Mu Yu already knew his deepest secret. He wanted to lift her hair, but even though he had absorbed a lot of Ginny Weasley's life force, he still couldn't touch Mu Yu. His hand still went straight through the ends of his hair.

Mu Yu has been an erratic Xingyun from beginning to end. No matter it was in the time and space of obsession or now, he couldn't touch her. He couldn't catch her.

He is just a memory.

That won't be the case any time soon.

"Any story about you. I'm always happy to hear it."

The music stopped.

Mu Yu turned around and got closer to him. This was the first time Mu Yu took the initiative to get so close to him. At first glance, he seems like a perfect noble man, and his every move is always just right. It was hard not to trust him, and it was hard not to open up to him under such circumstances and as he patiently seduced her step by step.

But his ambition, his madness, and his persistence cannot be hidden from Mu Yu. Their disguises were so similar that Mu Yu didn't need Legilimency to know what he was thinking.

"We are even." Mu Yu did not answer his question directly, "You have seen my memory, my past, and I have also seen your past. These are the past that we are most miserable and least want to look back on. Do you want to If you want to get more from me, use your own way. This is the chessboard of the world. I won't let you get away with it."

Tom Riddle smiled a little cruelly, and he stretched out his hand to touch it. Mu Yu's face was clearly close at hand, but what he always encountered was nothingness: "I can't do it either."

This must be Mu Yu's trap. He'd known he'd stepped into a trap from the moment they'd made the deal in the tower. But he couldn't refuse, he couldn't refuse the temptation of power, and he couldn't refuse the desire to subvert the order.

No one person can perfect that spell.

She knew it from the beginning.

Their bond will only grow deeper in the chessboard of the world.

He didn't want to admit his fear and uneasiness about this layer of bondage in front of Mu Yu. He shouldn't feel this way.

Mu Yu was already about to close the bed curtain. He leaned over and said to her, "I'll go with you."

"No." Her answer was simple and quick, without even hesitation.

As if expecting such a reply, he stopped her movements and said with great certainty: "You have traces on your body. Any magic you perform will be tracked by the Ministry of Magic."

"Traces"

"The Ministry of Magic's method of controlling underage wizards" ," His words were full of contempt for the Ministry of Magic, "What they call... prohibiting exposure of our world, protecting Muggles."

"Is it to protect Muggles or themselves?"

Tom Riddle did not answer this directly. He looked directly into Mu Yu's eyes. He could be particularly sincere when needed: "My wand is buried in the ruins of Godric's Hollow. I can take you there and help you solve this problem." ..."

Mu Yu tightened his grip on the bed curtain and looked at him for a long time, until he was almost impatient and then said: "I remember you were just a memory of sixteen years old."

At this time, all his masks disappeared.

Mu Yu didn't care about his feelings. She closed most of the bed curtains with a slight force: "I promise you."

"I didn't peek into your brain that day."

When she almost thought he had disappeared, a voice came from the room. Whisper.

So low that she couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.