Chapter 48 Albania

It wasn’t that difficult to find him.

The end of the forest has always been an absolute forbidden area for the villagers in the surrounding small villages, a land cursed by the devil. Over the past eleven years, people have often discovered a large number of animal carcasses, most of which were snakes. Nowadays, villagers are unwilling to go deeper into the rainforest when hunting. They are afraid that one day they will become a sacrifice to the devil.

Mu Yu stepped into this forbidden land when the sunset had the last ray of light left. The cascading leaves above the head blocked the halo, splicing the purple sky smeared by the rays into a large net.

From the moment she stepped into this land, she didn't hear the movement of any living creatures, not to mention the chirping of birds, not even the sound of the flapping wings of insects.

Something was approaching her, and any movement in this dead, tomb-like place was particularly jarring. Soft living things crawled gently on the ground, like dead leaves rubbing against the soil.

You don't need to look at Mu Yu to know what this is.

A giant snake.

She didn't even stop, stepping on the mottled purple light on the ground and continuing to walk deeper into the woods.

The giant snake raised its head and hissed, ready to enjoy this sudden delicious food.

An even deeper neighing echoed in the dead woods. As soon as it heard the neighing, the giant snake immediately stopped all movements, docilely returned to the ground, and swam towards the nearest big tree.

There is a shadow behind the tree trunk that cannot be illuminated by the setting sun.

"I'm coming, Tom," she followed the giant snake as it tried to circle around the tree trunk and approach the shadow, "I never break my promise."

The hoarse neighing sound was followed by a cold command: "Stop, don't come over."

He recognized her voice from far away. Eleven years in a situation that was no better than death made him particularly sensitive to sounds. I don't know if it was the eleven years of extreme silence or other unknown factors that made him listen patiently to her approach.

He could no longer tell whether his heart was still beating, whether his blood was still flowing, and he couldn't tell now. But when the girl got closer and closer, his heart, blood, and even his entire incomplete soul became lighter and lighter. Then all the memories that he was willing or unwilling to recall were laid out in front of him one by one.

He clearly remembered the blooming flowers of the other side of the world in the dark London, the two shadows leaning on each other reading a book in the autumn sunshine, and the emotions of the soul turning over and over again. He clearly understood it, just as he Know clearly that you have never died.

But when Mu Yu was really close, he began to panic again, just as he was so afraid of death. It was as if he didn't want Mu Yu to see his weakness, or maybe he didn't know how to face this girl.

She could not be his servant.

It seemed like no one should be able to see him at his weakest.

Mu Yu paused for a moment, looking at the shadow, then looked up at the sunset that was cut into countless pieces by the leaves, and leaned on the other side of the tree trunk, as if he was really enjoying the sunset.

She still seemed indifferent to his world.

More hesitation diluted the initial lightness, but made the memory more vivid, so that he had to use more commands to cover up the fragility: "Don't use that name again," his voice sounded when facing this girl now. It was hard to be sharp, "A dirty, Muggle name, the same as the one your mother gave you."

He knew that memory, and he had seen that memory with her.

Mu Yu is supposed to be on guard. She has always been absolutely wary of anyone who enters her world, but among them is Tom—an obsession, a ghost, or a broken soul.

She never knew the answer.

"But you are Tom, and you have been since I met you. You will not be forgotten by the past, nor will you be changed by the future." The sun finally set, and the purple sky was gradually being eroded by darkness, leaving only the last cluster. Flames fell in her eyes. She seemed to be saying to him, but also whispering to herself, "Just like when I met you, I was Mu Yu, never Sinclair."

Silence fell between the two of them.

He couldn't be angry with Mu Yu, not even a little bit.

The purple faded completely from the sky, and a few stars hung sparsely on the sky.

Large swaths of fireflies began to fly in the woods. They flew out of the endless deep jungle and fluttered their wings in an attempt to fly towards the sky and towards the gaps between the sparse stars.

Mu Yu caged a firefly, and faint fluorescence kept flickering on her fingertips: "Come closer, Tom," she released the firefly toward the other side of the tree trunk, "I want to try to fuse that soul with you. "

The firefly once again touches the buried memory, and after the fusion, all the surging and crazy emotions will no longer be separated from him.

They all understand.

Mu Yu was waiting for an answer, while he was struggling with rhetoric.

He couldn't let her fuse all the Horcruxes. Without the Horcruxes, he would once again fall into the endless fear of death.

Even though this girl gently told him countless times that if you want to transcend life and death, you must first not be afraid of life and death. However, he has seen too much death, from his mother to those who fell under gunfire, to his father, to countless people who died at his hands.

Death is so humble.

"You want to fuse all the Horcruxes" The only thing darker and more unpredictable than death is the unknown.

Just a little bit, Mu Yu would ask a question.

Are you still afraid of death?

This is nonsense. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She could pour out her disdain for death to eleven-year-old Tom, but she could not utter a word when facing him fifty years later.

Perhaps the wind blowing through the Albanian summer night was too soft, or perhaps the light of the fireflies was too hazy. Her voice was gentler and more real than ever: "This piece is the most important, and I will fuse the two Horcruxes later." , you can reshape a truly powerful body." When she mentioned this, she finally felt a little proud and proud that a girl of this age should have. "I read a lot of ancient books for this, and practiced the formations over and over again. Once again, there won't be any big mistakes, madman."

She walked around the tree trunk and stood in front of him unexpectedly. She could no longer endure the distance between her and him, at least not for a moment.

He couldn't even maintain his specific form, and he could only vaguely see a pair of scarlet eyes in the black mist.

This time, no longer separated by fifty years, no longer separated by artillery fire in London, and no longer separated by the magic of Horcruxes, she truly came to the world that belonged to Tom Riddle, failed all expectations, and rejected the light. Repeated calls.

Mu Yu's eyes reflected a boy standing in a small room. For the first time, someone said to her: "There is nothing wrong with taking revenge on them."

No matter he was the gloomy and lonely boy in the orphanage, or the graceful young man in the Horcrux, or the person who had gone through many magical transformations before her eyes As for the haggard Dark Lord, in Mu Yu's eyes, he had never changed.

She stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch his brokenness, but she held back. Her black eyes shone in the fluorescent light: "I can even help you create another Horcrux," she cast her gaze on the quiet and docile Viper on the ground, "in the safest way. You know, Tom, the best in the East The realm is the soul."

It's time for her to bewitch him.

Her eyes were so gentle that it made Tom Riddle embarrassed. Embarrassed, of course he had. He felt great shame that night when he was defeated by Harry Potter, and only that boy's life could wash away such shame. But nothing could wash away the embarrassment he felt in front of Mu Yu at this moment. Such embarrassment prompted him to hold Mu Yu firmly in his hands, even if she was so erratic.

The girl in front of her is so full of vitality. Her stature has grown a lot this year. Girls in their prime are naturally beautiful. Beauty is supposed to be something he destroys, but he can't resist the mixture of beauty and cruelty.

Then there was joy, maybe because of the easy benefits, or more likely because...

she once again placed a new piece on the chessboard.

Tom Riddle took a look at the ring on Mu Yu's hand. There was something very interesting in it, but he was in no rush to reveal it now.

"That spell seems to be making no progress at all."

Mu Yu's tenderness broke for a moment, which gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. He said almost lazily: "It's normal. This involves a lot of complicated black magic, and there are a lot of books about black magic in the forbidden book area..." He couldn't suppress the flash of disgust, "They were all collected by that old man Dumbledore. Entered the principal's office."

"I can help you in this area, Yu. Together, we can complete the creation of that spell," his voice became lower and lower, "weaving traps for others, or you call it weaving ideals. ."

He was used to repeating words that were extremely unfamiliar to him in the past.

Like us, like together.

Mu Yu's gaffe only lasted a moment, and no one even felt that she had lost her composure for that moment: "I thought I would have to quarrel with you again on this issue."

It is difficult for anyone to resist such a dream.

Ordinary people dream of possessing legendary spells, while wizards or ascetics who already have spells either long for immortality or long for their talents to continue in future generations.

It's a win-win thing.

She will have absolute monopoly and interpretation rights just like the academy. No, the academy only monopolizes resources, but what she monopolizes is the deepest desire of human nature.

"We still need to do tricks on it. We can give them power and we can take it back." She lowered her eyelids, and it was difficult for others to read her emotions for a while. "This is a huge conspiracy, Tom. You can't do it alone. It won't work on my own. We are together. You will not die, and I will not allow you to die before the world chess game is over and our chess game comes."

She knows the dangers of Tom Riddle, and she also knows the evil of making Horcruxes. Nothing could stop her stubbornness and persistence: "You must accompany me to the end of this road."

"I promise you." He was also infected with Mu Yu's usual gentleness, and of course he would always keep this plant The flower of the other shore suddenly bloomed on the way forward, and I caught it in my hand.

In his own way.