Chapter 53 "Gods"

"We agree to all your conditions." In the cafe hidden in the corner, there was a long table with the two camps clearly visible. On one side sat Arvidus and all the directors of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, and on the other side there were only three short elves in tattered clothes.

The leader of the elf blinked. He looked at the wizard sitting opposite with some suspicion. The high-pitched voice repeated the conditions: "Sir, under all conditions, we can freely choose whether to work in the wizard's family and get a salary.

" Vaders exchanged glances with others: "That's right. We can introduce relevant regulations. Before there is really a place willing to hire you, the Ministry of Magic will officially hire you."

The three elves looked attentively at the natural talent in front of them . Just a noble wizard.

"...work in the Scandinavian mountains, working eight hours a day, and enjoying fixed weekends like wizards. As for those who are willing to stay in the wizard's family to serve, the host family will also pay a salary based on demand every week, but it will not be less than ten Nat." Arvids gritted his teeth and stated the conditions.

This is a result that the elf could not even imagine. They originally thought that they would have to engage in a long tug-of-war with the wizard, which neither side was willing to do. Wizards cherish their own feathers, so why don't they cherish their partners? They are not like the house elves in other countries who will smile and be grateful even if they are forced into a desperate situation. But if they are not really helpless, who would be willing to resist being engraved in their blood? The obedient magic in the world rose up to resist the wizard.

They didn't care what made the wizard with high eyesight make concessions. They only cared that the sacrifices of countless partners over the past year had not been in vain.

The great God answered their call, saying tenderly that he never abandoned them.

God favors the wishes of every devout believer.

"Sir," the elf tried, "you are also a believer in the gods."

Avides and a few others looked at each other. Avides had already discussed Mu Yu's matter with them. Avides instantly understood who was behind it. He just knew that girl was a complete lunatic. However, the world has indeed been stable for too long. It’s time to make real changes to the status quo for Muggles and wizards.

They will all be witnesses of a new era.

In the eyes of the elves, the wizard in front of them showed an amiable smile to them for the first time: "Maybe, so."

Mu Yu didn't expect to see acquaintances at the airport. She was sitting in the waiting room, flipping through a heavy alchemy book. She has been studying a chapter over and over again, and the scrawled cursive characters appear clearer on the thick and yellowed pages.

Homunculus. (Artificial life in alchemy)

She had long noticed that not long after she turned the page of the book, a man wearing a hood and a cloak suddenly appeared next to her. The other passengers in the terminal seemed not to notice the appearance of this strange man at all and continued to do their own things.

"I didn't expect that the Minister of Magic, who has so many things to do, would come to see me off."

"You tricked us." Avides casually glanced at the page she was reading, "Alchemy can only be learned in the seventh year at Hogwarts. Content." He secretly wanted to look at the jade pendant around Mu Yu's waist, but gentlemanly education told him that doing so was particularly impolite.

Mu Yu ignored his last words: "You are willing too."

Avides was not sure whether the person could hear it, so he was extremely careful not to show too much emotion: "God, you can't be serious.

" The plane landed slowly on the runway. Mu Yu looked at the endless sky outside the window: "The customs of house elves include the tradition of worshiping gods."

Her serious posture made Avides feel extremely ridiculous, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times. One word said: "family, raising, small, fine, spiritual, customs"

"Why can't they still retain the tradition of praying to the gods every day, begging the Almighty and Holy God to let them serve their masters in all their lives?" At this point, she turned her gaze She turned back from the window, and her brisk tone made it difficult to tell whether she was being sarcastic, "Don't look at me like that, I only know so much. There are thousands of books in the Hogwarts library, but only one has been The History of Magical Creatures left in the corner introduces their beliefs in one line."

She continued to focus on the book in front of her: "The author seemed to write this just because he was angry that they didn't include wizards. Their master regards them as absolute gods." She sighed, as if she was tired of reading, and looked out the window again, "How is that possible? Gods always symbolize the ideal of weaving and the pursuit of faith."

This weirdo seemed. It was as if I really wanted to have a rigorous academic discussion with him.

"We have no common beliefs with house elves, and we are not as naive as house elves."

Mu Yu did not answer him. She seemed to be studying the plane parked outside the window attentively: "Airplanes are a Muggle invention. When Muggles can already fly tens of thousands of miles in a few hours, wizards still ride on broomsticks and play ball." She

continued: "Making airplanes involves many principles. Muggles are constantly discovering improvements. Wizards have long lifespans and there are countless ways to assist memory and learning. If a wizard can devote half of his enthusiasm for Quidditch to research and improve these principles, You said, they will transform something."

Avides almost thought she knew something: "No wizard is willing to focus on studying these weird things of Muggles."

The front desk was already calling for boarding. Mu Yu put away the book and picked up the extremely small box that he brought with him. Avides clearly saw something move inside the box. Only then did Merlin find out how she got through security.

"Theoretical principles have never belonged to Muggles. They exist objectively and do not change with subjective conditions. Muggles can study it, and so can wizards. It just depends on whether you are willing to study it and from what angle."

Freak, madman.

Avides thought to himself, no wonder he could find that person and still take him with him almost all over the world.

"We have reached an agreement with the house elves." He originally wanted to see Mu Yu's reaction, but found that Mu Yu just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue. She was not surprised or suspicious at all. .

"We hire them." Avides couldn't believe that one day he would use the word hire to house elves. "This mine is half of my answer."

The last sentence was obviously addressed to another person.

They each knew full well that each other had only spread half of their chips. That person realized that he was hiding something, and Mu Yu... Avides did not miss the change in her expression at the moment when the crystal was taken out. There must be something fishy about this mine.

No matter how disguised she is, she is just a thirteen-year-old girl.

Mu Yu just waved to him at the boarding gate: "Let's say goodbye here. Next time we meet..." She looked out the window, "Norway will have another scenery."

Avides revealed a meaningful expression Smile: "It's not just Norway. The scenery around the world is changing every day. Have a nice trip."

"Miss, your hot milk." The flight attendant leaned down and handed a cup of hot milk to Mu Yu. The moment she bent down, she saw Mu Yu. She blinked at the gloomy and pale face in the newspaper that Yu was reading. Maybe she was dazzled, and the photo seemed to move. When she looked over again, the photo was motionless.

"Sirius Black," she said casually, "terrible guy. I don't know how they let such a deranged murderer escape."

Mu Yu's finger lightly crossed a line of words, "Muggles were told that Black carried a gun (a metal wand used by Muggles to kill each other)." The British Ministry of Magic actually has close ties with the Prime Minister.

Mu Yu thought this, and while taking the hot milk, she said casually: "Indeed. It's time for them to reform the prison management system." When the flight attendant left, Mu Yu quietly poured out Nagini's venom that had been prepared in advance. A few drops on the jade pendant. She opened the visor, and a ray of sunlight filtered in from the window, the midsummer sun.

She still remembered that last summer, the sun was shining brightly at Heathrow Airport in the UK. The plane left the dazzling sunshine far behind. At that time, she only wanted to return to Mingyuan Mountain and the small courtyard where it was like spring all year round. This summer, she has traveled almost half of Europe, from the UK to Albania and then to Norway.

Eventually I will return to Mingyuan Mountain, but it is no longer home.

"The Ministry of Magic has always been a bunch of idiots."

Mu Yu had long been accustomed to his sharpness. Eleven years of escape and the fusion of obsessions may have made him reflect on some things, but no matter how difficult the situation was, he could not erase his arrogance.

"Sirius Black never served you. The Ministry of Magic made a mistake." Muyu always pointed out exactly what he wanted to say. She didn't care who his subordinates were, and she seemed to prioritize appeasing Nagini more than caring about his subordinates.

"We're almost there, Nagini, be quiet for a while."

The sunlight outside the window moved to Mu Yu's long hair, and the dazzling golden thread danced on the black jade-like hair, and Mu Yu's face It was completely hidden in the shadows. Nagini wrapped herself around her arm and spit out the letter, and she dipped her fingertips into some milk and fed it to it.

She would rather take care of Nagini than ask any more questions. Muyu's indifference only reassured Tom Riddle, who never liked to reveal any information about himself. But now Mu Yu's indifference made him feel strangely irritable.

However, the next second, Mu Yu's gentle face was distorted for a moment, and Tom Riddle felt that Mu Yu had multiple illusions superimposed around the two of them at this moment. Nagini also immediately retracted the small bag she carried at Mu Yu's signal.

Mu Yu's hand holding the hot milk was still trembling slightly. She remembered her suspicions after the Duel Club last semester and the information she found on the weapon refining compendium. Her suspicions were not wrong at all.

Tom Riddle just looked at Mu Yu quietly. When Mu Yu didn't want to tell him the answer, he would never get it. Even if she was willing to tell him, her answer was carefully packaged.

He didn't want to invade Mu Yu's brain again. The tower had already taught him a lesson that time.

Every intrusion is enough to make the still unquenchable flame in the soul stronger and more blazing.

"Tom, Occlumency can be performed without a wand."

The plane was passing over the Indian Ocean, and thousands of miles away in London, at No. 4 Privet Drive, Harry also woke up from a strange dream.

Harry felt like he was in a dream, and his scar felt like it was on fire.

He seemed to be flying in the sky. But he remembered nothing but the roaring noise, everything was a blur. His scar ached more intensely when he tried to force his memory back.

Why she never asked further

was the only thought etched in his mind.

Harry stood up and looked at the scar on his forehead through the broken mirror hanging on the wardrobe. There was no change in the scar. If he hadn't tried so hard to recall that dream, the scar wouldn't have hurt so much.

Who is she and what does this have to do with his scars. The last time the scar occurred was because Voldemort was nearby and Harry opened the curtains. Privet Drive was silent in the early morning, not even a meow. Dumbledore said that Voldemort was still hiding in the Albanian forest, weak and abandoned by everyone. It was impossible for him to wander to Privet Drive thousands of miles away in a weak state.

Harry scratched his hair and forced himself not to think about Voldemort. The form that had to be signed by a guardian to go to Hogsmeade for the weekend was enough to give him a headache.