Chapter 46

Sinclair Mu Yu tightly held the note in his hand, and it was time to serve the last dessert at the celebration banquet. However, she received a note from Dumbledore at this time, inviting her to go to the principal's office after the banquet.

She secretly clenched her jade pendant and glanced at the teacher's desk. Dumbledore was chatting happily with Professor McGonagall. Mu Yu only glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, nonchalantly cutting off a small piece of soft tiramisu.

There won't be any problems.

Harry Potter's heroic deeds once again spread like wildfire at Hogwarts. Everything is back on track, Dumbledore is back, Lucius Malfoy is expelled by the school board, Gilderoy Lockhart is forced to go to St. Mungo's Hospital to search for his memories, exams are canceled and the petrified man gets... After the treatment, the Gryffindor gem in the Great Hall suddenly rose a lot, so that the cheers of Gryffindor at the celebration banquet became louder and louder.

Everything is credited to the Boy-Who-Lived.

No matter how the whole castle is boiling, the principal's office is always peaceful. The past headmasters of Hogwarts are in the frame either napping or lazily glancing at the girls who walk in.

Time seemed to have stood still in this circular room.

The tattered Sorting Hat was placed in the middle of the huge table. It was from such a tattered, dusty, and even patched hat that Harry pulled out the silver sword. Mu Yu got closer and took a closer look at this ordinary-looking hat. The hat was enchanted with a powerful spell that she couldn't see through.

She couldn't show much interest in the hat. So Mu Yu just looked at him for a few times and then turned to look at the other furnishings in the principal's office. There was a shallow stone basin in the corner, and something unknown whether it was a liquid or a gas was flowing in the stone basin. She had never seen this stone basin before.

Just as Mu Yu was about to come forward, Dumbledore walked in quietly from behind the door: "Sometimes I feel that there are too many memories in my mind, and the Pensieve is a good thing for sorting out memories."

Mu Yu turned around, Dumbledore said Bullido was standing behind the huge table, looking at her with a smile and patiently explaining to her. Mu Yu fiddled with the stone basin suspended in mid-air: "Such a thing is really useful."

Fox kept looking at her without blinking. This was nothing like how Fox had once treated her. Mu Yu felt the suspicion in Phoenix's eyes. She kept her gaze on the ripples in the pensieve, and she began to think of countermeasures quickly.

On the bright side, she just lowered her head slightly, as if she was full of the curiosity that a twelve-year-old child should have for such a thing that stores memories. She seemed very patient and did not rush to ask what Dumbledore had asked her to do.

"It's summer again in a blink of an eye. Do you want to go home for summer vacation?"

Dumbledore took a few steps and walked to the window. In early summer, Hogwarts has been dyed with layers of green. The window edges creaked in the breeze, and the wind carried a hint of the humidity of the Black Lake.

Dumbledore only remained suspicious of her. No, it was more of a temptation than a suspicion. If Fox had discovered her and told Dumbledore, Mu Yu could guarantee that the seemingly kind-hearted principal would never talk nonsense to her here.

Phoenix, or more accurately the Western phoenix, is naturally sensitive to energy. However, no matter how sensitive the talent is, at most it can only detect that there is another person in the secret room.

Mu Yu raised her head, her eyes showing a bit of sadness. In the early summer of last year, she lay in the ward and watched the sunshine passing through her fingertips inch by inch. She handed over the magic stone without hesitation, looking forward to summer as the time to go home.

She has no home. The small courtyard on Mingyuan Mountain is still lush and green, and the flowers on the other side of the courtyard are still carefully cared for, but everything will be distorted by interests and calculations.

"There's no point in going back. It's just an empty house, but that's all I have." She couldn't lie in front of Dumbledore. She could only use her emotions again and again, and wasted away in the use again and again. The only warmth left in her heart.

Will she be like those Death Eaters and never be able to summon a Patronus in the future?

"I want to show you something," Dumbledore said, taking out a crystal bottle from a row of shelves behind the principal's office. There was gray liquid flowing in it, "a memory."

He slowly poured the liquid in the bottle into the pensieve. His eyes when looking at her were still so kind, and he made a gesture of invitation: "Just bury your head in it, I think. It's best for you to read this memory alone."

Mu Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally buried his head in the stone basin under his calm gaze.

She found herself in a narrow, dirty alley in the heart of London.

Densely packed low-rent houses overlap on this narrow street. The cry of a baby, the scream of a woman, the drunken curse of a man, and the malicious glances in the corners. The residents living here have long been accustomed to all this.

In Olivia's memory, she had been here before, and the dilapidated apartment building not far ahead was the place where she was born.

An old man walking towards her attracted her full attention.

His silver hair was combed to perfection even in the heavy rain in London. His back was straight and his steps were firm.

"Grandpa." Mu Yu called softly, but naturally there was no response.

She had to follow him in a hurry.

Grandpa stopped in front of the small apartment building. This building at the end of an alley exudes an air of decay from the inside out. The wall outside the apartment was covered in graffiti and maybe a drunk's vomit. He knocked on the rusty knocker. A grate on the door was pulled open, revealing a pair of bloodshot and cloudy eyes: "Who are you looking for?"

"Olivia from 302."

"She died. Just today." The voice said viciously, saying There was no trace of mercy when he died, as if this was a normal thing, "Who are you to her?"

"A relative." Grandpa answered briefly. At this time, there was a sudden thunder, and the heavy rain that had been falling for five hours showed no signs of slowing down, but became more fierce. Behind the door was a hunchbacked man. As he opened the door, he muttered, "Come in this damn weather."

The inside of the building looked even more decayed than the outside. The tiny skylight on the roof simply doesn't provide enough sunlight, especially in such bad weather. There was no light, not even a sound. The whole building looks like a tomb.

Mu Yu followed the two of them up a narrow and steep staircase. The man's rough hands fumbled for a match and lit a candle: "Ha. It's very quiet, isn't it. Everything will be different at night, sir. Come with me. Well."

He seemed to have not spoken to anyone normally for a long time, or maybe he had too much resentment: "302 That woman, your relative, came here three months ago, she is pregnant, she is about to give birth. Girl. But who is not pitiful about the girl who comes here?" The man chuckled, showing his disgusting yellow teeth, and he came closer with the candle: "I think you look like an Oriental. "

Mu Yu frowned and took a few steps back. Even though Olivia's memory had already hinted at what kind of transactions would be carried out in this building at night, she still felt very disgusted when the man talked about these things unscrupulously.

The man was still winking: "I understand, I understand. Men, there are always times when you are confused. Sir, you are very kind to come and ask for your seed back. Your sweetheart gave birth to a girl last night. After giving birth, He bled to death. My wife and I were trying to keep the girl, after all, she looked like a pure oriental. What do you call this? Exotic, yes. This word. As a result, an old man in a robe came here this morning and said that he was the girl's teacher and was here to take care of her funeral. He also said that her relatives would come in the afternoon. Relatives, I understand..."

Grandpa didn't explain too much all the way. He stepped on the tattered floor in silence, his eyes seemed like the dead rain curtain, nothing.

At this time...he should have "killed" his son by mistake.

The man who led him took him to the door of a room, and he knocked on the door: "What is that teacher's name? Dumbledore, yes, Dumbledore, a weird surname. Mr. Dumbledore, Olivia's A relative is here. Are you there?"

The door creaked open, allowing Mu Yu to see the whole thing.

This room was as cramped as the entire building. There was a small bathroom facing the entrance, and the wallpaper was covered in moss from years of humidity. Walking down a corridor is the space where Dumbledore is.

The kitchen, living room, and bedroom are all squeezed into this space of less than ten square meters, like a pile of worn-out Lego bricks piled randomly.

There is only one small window in the whole room. The window glass may not have been cleaned seriously in ten years, and even the heavy rain can't wash away the stains. Dumbledore sat on the only wooden chair in the room. He turned his head slightly and looked at the continuous rainstorm.

There was a cradle in front of him.

It's weird to be exposed to your baby self in this way. Mu Yu stood motionless in front of the cradle. The baby slept especially peacefully amidst the sound of rain, and even hummed and spit out a bubble.

A blank piece of paper.

Her hand slowly covered the baby's delicate neck, but when she passed through the baby's body, she realized that she was in a memory.

"Mu, you're here."

From the moment he came in, Muren fixed his gaze on the sleeping baby girl.

Mu Yu had never studied her grandfather so carefully. She wanted to find an emotion in him and find a reason to alleviate her guilt. Grandpa must know everything. He must know that she, Olivia, and the Mu family have no blood relationship.

It's a pity that she could never see through her grandfather.

Dumbledore followed his gaze and looked at the baby girl: "A very healthy child. I'm sorry that Olivia was already dead when I arrived." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and moved closer to the cradle, "She She didn't want to live anymore. She only had time to say a word. "

Muren's Adam's apple moved slightly.

"She said she just wanted this child to be safe, happy and happy throughout his life."

Muren's hand rested on the simple cradle. They were a pair of old hands covered with veins. It's hard to tell whether he's seeking support or not.

"Is there anything else?" His words seemed to be forced out of his mouth.

"Olivia made it very clear in her letter to me. In accordance with her last wish, I scattered her ashes under the roots of the Whomping Willow. I stopped by the Pig's Head pub and asked for some goat's milk. Mu Yu

noticed that his grandfather's hands were shaking when he patted Dumbledore on the shoulder, but his voice was still sonorous and powerful: "Albus, a simple thank you can't accurately express my current mood. You don't have to do so much now in England." The situation is serious, you already have a lot of things to worry about, Voldemort..."

A purple lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark room was also illuminated by this lightning, and Dumbledore's half-moon glasses reflected a ray of light.

His voice became long and profound with the thunder that followed: "No. Everything is necessary, Mu. Many people have died in the war, and more people will die in the future. We can All we can do is avoid unnecessary death."

Rolling Thunder woke up the sleeping baby girl. The baby started crying. Even the cries were quickly buried by the thunder.

Muren seemed to have stood like a sculpture.

"It rarely rains like this in London." Muren said softly, and even the weak cry of the baby girl almost covered his voice.

"The rainstorm may have just begun."

"She needs relatives. I will take her back to Kyushu and raise her personally, but she was born in England and will definitely return to Hogwarts after eleven years."

"This is also why I contacted you. "Purpose, I can't let a child live in an orphanage, or be trapped in a place like this, especially a child who must have a strong magical talent." He looked at the rain screen again, "After all, there is a precedent.

" Everyone probably knows who the precedent is.

"I'm not good at raising children. It can be said that I'm a failed father." Muren stroked the baby's tender face with his rough palms, "But I can try again and be a good grandpa."

Another flash of lightning flashed, and just before In an instant, Mu Yu finally understood all the emotions in his eyes.

The complexity and entanglement disappeared faster than lightning, followed closely by the outpouring of love that was finally no longer concealed.

This should be considered... what the book calls family love.

But family love doesn't seem so strong or solid.

"Olivia gave her a name, Sinclair. You can keep it as long as you like." Dumbledore leaned down with him to look at the baby girl in the cradle.

The baby was still crying. Muren picked up the baby girl and caressed it gently. His movements were surprisingly skillful: "It originates from Claro, which is bright and pure. It is a good name." The baby girl gradually stopped crying in his arms, " But there is no absolute light and purity in the world. Excessive expectations will become a burden. Mu Yu, I just hope you can grow your wings and escape from the cage as soon as possible."

Mu Yu suddenly raised his head from the meditation basin. Only Dumbledore's blue eyes and Fawkes' fiery red feathers met.

"That was the time when your grandfather was in the most pain." Dumbledore did not comment too much on this memory, but simply stated the fact calmly, "Several Hogwarts professors were willing to raise you after knowing about it. I will raise you "Leaving it to him is not only because of your mother's last wish, but also because of family ties. It is a two-way redemption."

"Can I see your patron saint again?" He suddenly made such a seemingly weird request.

The silver king cobra swam out from the top of the wand, curled up into a ball and lazily bathed in the scattered sunlight in the room, bright and powerful.

Dumbledore sighed quietly: "Last question, Yu, have you been to other places in the UK during the Christmas holidays?"

"No, sir."

Her answer was as skillful as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Dumbledore was noncommittal to this answer.

"The house is just an empty house, the real home is here." He stretched out his hand and tapped the lazy king cobra floating in the air. The snake turned into a silver light and disappeared, "I remember correctly. Your birthday is in July. I wish you a happy thirteenth birthday in advance. Thirteen is still an age where you can have fun and be carefree. "

It turns out that she is already thirteen. This was the first time an outsider remembered her birthday.

But what's the use? She won't give up her entire chess game just because Dumbledore remembers her birthday. Her sense of security is not given by a simple happy birthday. The inner demon has not really been eliminated, it is still hiding in a secret place, waiting for the opportunity to devour her mind. It is more dangerous than Mu Yi.

Playing to one's heart's content and being carefree may belong to any twelve or thirteen-year-old child in the world, but it can never belong to her.

She was even more unwilling to accept the name Sinclair, which was just Olivia's self-motivated expectation.

Dumbledore's choice at that time was still wrong.

She'd rather be handed over to a professor at Hogwarts.

"Thank you." Mu Yu imitated the bright and cheerful little girl he saw in the Mirror of Erised. She has always been extremely talented in imitation, but the little girl's smile has been deeply engraved in her mind, but she can't even imitate it.

"Yu," Dumbledore stopped her as she was about to step out of the office. After a long and depressing silence, every word of the weather-beaten principal seemed to be carved out with a stroke of a knife, "she is not only a great... Mother was a brave warrior. We still remember her and remember every warrior who sacrificed for justice. I hope you will not forget it." She just paused and did not turn around: "I know the chess game

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At first, even the first son had fallen, completely cutting off all her escape routes.