Chapter 40 Christmas Eve

The bell rang midnight not long after arriving in London. Brilliant fireworks rose from the Thames River and fell sporadically on the sparkling lake.

The more brilliant the fireworks, the easier it is to annihilate the traces. When all traces fade away in the brilliance, the roaring salute will be more annoying than the buzzing flies.

The curtains were drawn with a clang, isolating the bustling city from the heavy curtains. Mu Yu walked back to the bed and half-leaned on the bedside, but refused to lie down completely.

There is no movement in the diary. He probably won't come out again tonight. She bit her lip, touched her other shoulder with one hand, and immediately retracted it.

The heating in the room is almost the same as not having one at all. Especially when the fireworks outside the window stop, the glass can no longer block the cold air. The cheers and screams outside continued, wave after wave fading with the embers of the fireworks.

She had been sitting on the bedside in the same posture, listening to the noise disappearing, and the little light source shining through the curtains disappeared with the last cheer.

It's the main lights on the street that are going out one by one. It seemed impossible that there would be anyone else in the room.

Mu Yu pulled the quilt and shrank toward the head of the bed before tearing open the clothes covering his shoulders with a loud noise. Even pulling the clothes apart was a waste of effort and left a little bit of flesh and blood.

Under the clothes, it was even more terrible. A long, already black wound ran from the right shoulder to the chest. The flesh and blood were so blurred that the original shape of the wound could not be seen clearly.

She couldn't escape a spell and has been enduring it until now. She carefully pointed the wand at the wound and muttered a spell in a low voice. Black blood continued to spurt from the wound. She held the wand steadily without moving at all.

When the black blood finally drained away, she put the wand aside, took out a bottle of white blood and put a few drops on the wound. A burst of green smoke came out, and the wound made a sizzling sound.

She held on to the bed frame tightly and still didn't make a sound.

"I'm injured"

The white fresh water dripping on the wound is no different from the same pot of boiling water. No, there was no boiling water, but red-hot coals rolling on her shoulders.

It was almost Mu Yu's instinctive reaction to pull up his clothes and turn around as soon as he heard the sound.

This doesn't seem right either. The cold wind behind her still blew against her back.

"Go back to the diary." Just now, I thought there was not much heating in the room, but now I just feel that the room with closed doors and windows is stuffy and uncomfortable.

Only when the whole person curled up in bed did he finally feel relieved.

Not only did the cold aura behind him not disappear, but it actually got a little closer.

"You can't fool me with your little tricks, Yu." His illusory and transparent hand stroked the back of her neck, and he couldn't hear any emotion or anger. "Why don't you want me to know?"

She threw the rosewood wand aside, Mu Yu has never been such a careless person. She was very unusual tonight, as if she was covering up a secret, but also as if she had done nothing.

Something seemed to be running towards an unknown track, starting from the fact that he could definitely feel the anger.

Why was he angry

because of her concealment and avoidance or... He never bothered to think about the answer.

Because of her injuries.

Only then did Mu Yu remember that the wand had been left on the other side, but she didn't want to turn around or move an inch. All her thoughts seemed to disappear with the burning of the wound and cheek.

He seemed more annoying than ever tonight.

"It's not important." She put the cold jade pendant against her forehead and closed her eyes. "What's important is that I always remember the deal and never thought about breaking my promise."

The coolness of the jade pendant barely calmed her down.

Even though they'd been together for so long, she still didn't seem used to it. I'm not used to someone suddenly appearing in my life, I'm not used to exposing all my scars openly in front of him, and I'm not used to it being like this now.

What does it look like now...

"An immortal body, a wider land, a wonderful chess game," he quickly gave up looking for the answer to the previous question, and instead repeated in a low voice what he had said a month ago. The transaction on the tower was like pleasure and expectation, "This is what you promised, always remember it."

The real answer made no sense, and his hand passed through the wand that was left aside.

In the end, there can only be one result.

After the burning, the stinging pain from the wound stimulated Mu Yu one after another.

"Good night, madman," she put down the jade pendant without responding directly, "By the way, Merry Christmas."

It seemed that no one had been with him like this since he was born, and what he gained was either disgust or fear. Mu Yu could always arouse his anger and violence at inappropriate times, and he could also extinguish his anger and calm down his cruelty at equally inappropriate times.

He had never been able to catch her.

The slender and slender hands touched the girl's neck again, and things would soon be different.

He has extraordinary patience in this regard.

"Merry Christmas and good night." He leaned down and whispered softly into her ear, but his eyes were fixed on the ring in her hand.

She put the wand away.

Mu Yu originally thought that all her previous nightmares and inner demons had dissipated since she made the deal on the tower. After all, she had found her own way and decided on the path she would take.

But it's all just an illusion. She never expected that such an illusion would break into a violent storm and invade the dreamland on such a night.

Her most common dream was that she was being chased down that dark corridor, but now that corridor seemed to have widened even further. The pairs of eyes on the nearby glass window no longer flashed with malice and indifference.

Their faces were expressionless, like a pack of lurking beasts, waiting to devour her when she was exhausted.

Boundless darkness came from all directions, squeezing and grinding her hard. No matter how she ran, she could neither escape the spreading darkness nor the gaze from those empty eyes. They worked together perfectly, cutting her soul apart and then clumsily reassembling it.

Depression and pain are like ocean waves, one after another, never ending.

"Profound magic comes either from rare talents or from the deepest pain." The centaur's words kept echoing in her ears.

She struggled to wake up, and the more she struggled, the more she felt herself falling deeper and deeper. There would be no point of strength on the way down, and nothing to rely on.

Because no one would want her, the person who gave her a little warmth left her, and her imaginary parents turned into dust in the fantasy.

The wound on his shoulder seemed to be getting worse.

"Any fantasy is weakness, not to mention that you technically have no relatives." When she opened her eyes, Tom Riddle had been sitting on her bedside at some point, and seemed to have been studying it for a while.

He always felt a strange pleasure when talking about having no relatives.

She is just like him.

Mu Yu sat up and moved in the other direction: "How many times have I told you not to pry into my brain, Tom Marvolo Riddle."

She was really angry, so much so that she could scream without any scruples. His full name.

Tom Riddle also leaned over and touched her sweat-covered forehead. Those deep black eyes were the only light in the dark room: "I also said that there is a force protecting your brain," he lowered his eyelids. "It's just a feeling."

After she completely woke up from the aftermath of the nightmare, Mu Yu could think normally, and the discomfort before going to bed was finally swept away. At this time, she looked at Tom Riddle with great interest: "You are very good at it. Lie, Tom."

"You don't really want to save the Greengrass girl," he suddenly changed the subject, "you just want to use her to contain Albert Greengrass and get in touch with the French Minister of Magic."

Mu Yu said to him. There was a little movement over there. He was an existence colder than the cold air, but when mixed with the confrontation of power and interests, he attracted her like a magnet.

"I only promise to do my best to maintain her health." Tom Riddle lowered his head and could guess her mood. She must be happy in this regard. "There is no secret recipe at all, only a more powerful curse." In order to offset the blood curse. I only promised her health, not the price of health."

The previous spells and Bai Xian still failed to relieve the pain of the wound, but the fun distorted the pain.

"The French Minister of Magic is just the tip of the iceberg. Albert Greengrass has more secrets, and secrets can always bring surprises." She pressed the wound, "I want to see what the love he keeps saying can actually bring about." "How long can you hold on?"

He didn't comment too much on her arrangement, but walked around to the other side and sat closer to her: "Love is empty talk in the face of power."

The room seemed to be a little warmer.

He began to stroke her hair inch by inch, which was not a real stroke because of the void form, but it was enough for a nightmare.

"But you are still afraid, still hesitant, and even still longing for it. I don't have Legilimency, and you have been talking in your sleep just now." He stopped stroking, with doubts and more impatience, "Why? "

He knows everything, and there is only one person left in the world who can peek into her darkest and most helpless past.

Mu Yu turned the ring on her finger in circles. She was resisting desperately, resisting the desire for expression that surged in the night, resisting pouring out more secrets to an unknown edge.

Tom Riddle won this round outright.

"I don't want to fail, and I can't fail." She stopped what she was doing and looked at the heavy curtains, as if she wanted to find some shadow in the heavy curtains. "I'm not afraid of the death that failure will bring. I'm just afraid of returning to that path again." Corridor, living a life more humble than a reptile."

For the first time, she openly revealed the fear deep in her heart. Because of her fear, she always wanted to escape to an illusion that could not be more false.

Just this once, she reassured herself again and again, just this night.

"Darkness, endless darkness, this is the message that the body in Albania keeps sending to me." Tom Riddle seemed to be chatting casually, and his soft and hoarse snake-like whisper seemed the most seductive at this time. The forbidden fruit of man.

Mu Yu did not avoid his touch, which made him very satisfied. He thought he had taken the initiative, "I asked countless times why I lost at the hands of a baby, why did my loyal friend abandon me? "

He always used gentleness and understanding as a disguise, and Mu Yu was willing to stay in the trap, but just because he could get something from his trap.

Like a temporary escape from the endless nightmare, like true tranquility.

But now, on a cold Christmas Eve in London, she couldn't tell the difference between trap and reality.

"My true body is more helpless than a wandering soul. I can only humblely possess animals." When he mentioned his true body, a strange light seemed to flash in his eyes. "Gradually, I understood that the answers to these questions are all It makes no sense. Yu, we all have only one choice, and that is to let the darkness spread until it covers everyone."

His touch was softer: "This is the fun you should enjoy, don't push it away easily. So, don't waste it."

It seemed as if there was an impulse driving him, as if a desire was shouting, and together they pushed Mu Yu towards an unknown edge.

She gently, extremely slowly, extremely tenderly stretched out her hands, as if she wanted to catch the air, but also as if she wanted to wrap her arms around something: "Madman, will you always stay with me?"

"Of course," he answered without a trace. Without hesitation, "I have always understood you, Yu. We can ignore each other until the end of this chess game."

Mu Yu paused and repeated: "We cannot distinguish each other." He

retracted his outstretched hand. What little light filtered through the curtains flickered on her face.

"No matter how different we are," he confirmed her question, "I will always be by your side."

As if he had finally found support, Mu Yu gently hugged his waist, although it was no different from trapping a bunch of air: "The ideal that covers everyone...is indeed the ultimate pleasure. Will you always be here?"

She asked a similar question twice, the last time being extremely serious.

"Forever." He always had a perfect smile on his lips, and with those black eyes that seemed to be able to speak, anyone could easily drown under his gentle coat.

"Forever...but it's a very strong word..." She let go, and the raging impulse and crazy silent shout seemed to be thrown into the bottomless night outside the window, "Then let's go together."

It turned out that fifty years ago The time and space she accidentally broke into, the foggy London she set foot in, have really disappeared, and she can never come back.

There will always be a price to pay.

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Originally, this chapter was supposed to be published a week ago, but I got the wrong time in the manuscript box and it read November. Posted, I'm really sorry.