Chapter 39 Accident

She hesitated for a moment, then picked up the photo and patted the witch on the shoulder: "You lost your things."

The witch was stunned for a long time before looking back, and her eyes were still blank when she looked at her.

"This should be yours." Mu Yu handed the photo to her.

The cloudy eyes only moved once or twice after receiving the photo.

"The people inside seemed to move just now," Mu Yu acted like a completely ignorant ordinary child, "Maybe I saw it wrong."

"Muggle," she muttered, and looked at her a few more times. , "Why don't you go home so late?"

When she spoke, she was more like a kind old grandmother, not as lifeless as she looked.

Mu Yu stared at the cemetery huddled in the lighted corner of the church: "Only for Christmas, Dad will bring me back, but Mom... is inside. I want to stay with my mother for a while. "

She took a step closer to the cemetery fence to make more space for the old man.

The witch was obviously sad when she passed her, and hesitantly wanted to pat her on the shoulder. However, perhaps because she rarely had contact with ordinary people, The witch was very taboo about this.

She finally walked out of the cemetery and walked towards the path that was completely opposite to the village. The orderly rows of houses gradually became sparse and scattered on the path, and the bright lights of the village on Christmas Eve could only be cast feebly at the intersection. A light shadow.

The wind and snow covered the witch's footsteps, and the thin figure turned into a moving black spot in the flying snowflakes. Mu

Yu stepped on the dark path and followed the pace of the witch.

Bagshot..." Tom Riddle was about to whisper in her ear, but she interrupted him directly.

"Shh. "

The cemetery is also fading away. From where she is now, she can only see the shrubs beside the cemetery, the church, the village, and the graves condensed into a black thread.

She rarely interrupts him.

There are few candlelights in the houses on both sides of the road. , and accidentally

came across one or two bright houses that were crumbling in the heavy snow.

It was not difficult to find the ruins, which had been covered with hedges for more than ten years, and the gates were almost invisible. She saw the outline of a small building, which looked more like a raised tomb amid the overgrown weeds and gray night.

When she walked to the gate, thick fog spread in the village, and the fog obscured her surroundings. , only a foot square of light reflected on the snow. The iron door handle was very rusty, and as soon as I put my hand on it, a wooden sign emerged from the weeds, and the gold letters on the sign shone brightly in the darkness

.

The ruins serve as a memorial to the Porters and as a reminder of the violence that destroyed their family. "

She just hurriedly scanned the last line of the wooden sign, and there was a rustling sound on the snow, as if someone was stepping on it. Her hand touched the ring for the first time and wanted to take out a teleportation talisman from it. When she squeezed the talisman, nothing happened. Her heart skipped a beat when she didn't react at all.

Before the sound was completely hidden, she jumped around the wooden sign and headed towards the grass on the right side of the house, which was also the direction of the room that was blown up by the curse. As soon as she made a move , a spell passed through her hair, and

the weeds buried under the snow were corroded into a black ash. Mu Yu

followed

closely like a talisman, and nimbly dodged spells. Snowflakes exploded all around, and the occasional snow foam splashed on his body made his skin painful.

No matter who was behind him, they only wanted her.

The ivy that covered the outer wall twisted a few times, looking more like a wild beast with its teeth and claws.

The long sleeves covered the reflection of the dagger in the cuffs, and the fragments of

the obstacle on the grassy ground were getting closer . More and more flying spells bloomed around her.

She leaned down and groped in the weeds, and as soon as she leaned over, a green light narrowly missed her and

smoke erupted from the soil .

Just one inch.

There was no time to think, no time to rejoice, her body reacted faster, and the dagger was thrown in the direction of the green light almost at the same time.

The smell of blood was cold after a short scream . The screams were followed by

several violent explosions, and the continuous curses completely stopped.

This may be the first real life to disappear directly in her hands,

and it will not be the last.

The smell was nauseating. Mu Yu kicked away the scattered debris at his feet and walked over to pull out the dagger. The corpse at his feet twitched for a few times and then stopped moving.

The warm blood splashed on his body, and there was no warmth from the sunset. What a difference. Something broke away and fled toward the darkness.

She took the wand in the corpse's hand, pointed in several directions, and whispered: "Broken. "

The squeaking and twisting sounds of the ivy in the hedges all over the yard don't sound like plants at all, but like old and rusty machines.

The situation today is still weird. It seems that everything ends with the death of this person, but Mu Yu doesn't believe this. The sudden attack was entirely the work of one person.

Those spells were all silent and deadly. Only specially trained wizards could use such spells to isolate the ruins with magic from the first moment. Look, they don’t want to make things worse.

Although the wand they stole is easy to use, casting spells is not as smooth as their own wand.

“The wand is flying. "She recited the Flying Curse in a very low voice, and held another wand in her hand.

The wand was covered with dust and stained with snow and weeds, but it was not separated from her, even It was more comfortable than her own alder wand, as if it had been with her for more than ten years.

She waved her hand, and a wisp of flame came out of the tip of the wand and fell on the corpse. The flame covered the pungent blood. In the bright light, she could clearly see that the gurgling blood dyed the white snow red, soaking drop by drop into the grass beneath it, and was buried under the soil with the despair and decay of the ruins. No one else was standing

around him the whole time.

There was no movement in the snow until the flames finally burned the body. A gust of cold wind blew up and picked up the remaining embers on the ground.

"Is he...really...dead?"

She was like a dream after the last trace of flames was extinguished. As if awake, she bent down and picked up a pile of dust, letting it flow away from her palms

like the last ray of sunset on Mingyuan Mountain.

She had imagined the pleasure or guilt that would come from killing, but she had never imagined that it would actually happen. It's so ordinary, but a handful of dust blown away by the wind and a few drops of blood on the clothes that can be cleaned at any time.

The warm hands holding her on Mingyuan Mountain may still be able to hold her back and remind her that killing is primitive. Sin.

But that person also turned into a handful of ashes under the loess, and his family was destroyed together.

Tom Riddle stood beside her, or he had been silently accompanying her to watch the corpse disappear,

just like before . Listen to his story silently and tolerate his past.

"Is this... dead?"

She asked again, not knowing who she was asking.

"Dead," he confirmed the fact to her. Talking about death was like talking about an ant. "Are you still guilty?"

He seemed to be no different from the Tom in his memory when he asked this question, just as sharp and with the same emotion. A slight tremor.

Mu Yu shook his head and casually compared the two newly obtained wands: "It's just too boring."

Her answer never disappoints him.

"The others have phantomed." Only then did he have the intention to pay attention to the two wands in Mu Yu's hands. He did not worry about Cai Cai's situation in the slightest, "You know, Yu, I am willing to go with you wherever you want to go." Together."

His hand unconsciously wanted to touch the former wand, but it stopped in mid-air.

He became alert, and a strange feeling suddenly arose, which was exactly the same as the feeling on the tower at that time.

It's like the wind blowing across the wilderness, and like the fierce fire eating away at the hollow bones inch by inch.

He seems to have gotten used to not hiding things in front of Mu Yu, and also used to dropping a little bit of hypocrisy in front of her.

Habits make people weak.

Mu Yu pretended not to notice his little move. The ashes in her hand either drifted away in the wind or rolled into the soil. The blood stains on her body were also cleaned up. "Really?" She stroked the few marks carved on the end of the new wand. Letter: "I can't stay here any longer. I want to go to London."

"sbjrn," she said with difficulty in pronouncing the letters through fluorescent light, "it seems that there are foreign guests who are also curious about me, or they are particularly interested in money. She

brushed off the snowflakes on her shoulders and smiled sweetly at the person in front of her, as if she didn't realize how dangerous he was at all: "That Minister of Magic in Norway may be particularly short of money."