Chapter 57 Blueprint

"The days at the Magic Congress seem to be much more exciting than those at the Ministry of Magic." Mu Yu stared at her for a long time, then turned the jade pendant around before speaking, as if to confirm something, "I like the floor so much when I don't get up."

Wei Euler hesitantly stood up. In the absence of blood and killing, this girl looks normal. It should be said that she is too normal, giving people an illusion, as if any idea of ​​​​associating such a gentle and gentle girl with evil is the same. Kind of ugly.

She waved her wand and the dark living room lit up with a few rays of dim light. It wasn't too dazzling, but it was enough to illuminate the outlines of all the ornaments.

Viola was stunned when she saw the wand, and then quickly lowered her head.

"Listen, little girl, I don't care how much you know. I was ordered to go to the United States more than ten years ago, and I have never betrayed you in these years." She followed Mu Yu to the kitchen, "I want to see him, I know many things, Knowing that there are still people outside Azkaban who are secretly loyal and willing to sacrifice their lives for their master, Barty Crouch..."

Mu Yu ignored her words and turned a deaf ear to the cupboard, skillfully turning the stove on with his wand. Tai Ran said: "You are good at timing, just in time for dinner." She threw a dark mass that could barely be seen as noodles into the pot, and quickly stirred the pile in the pot as if brewing a magic potion. Food that is sticky and has no shape can be discerned. "This is really not the way to welcome guests, but unfortunately food is not within the scope of transfiguration."

This girl seems to be extremely indifferent to everything, and she does not welcome her arrival.

"I..." Viola was just about to pick up the topic when a grunting sound sounded at the right time. Before she could be embarrassed, the giant snake just now slid into the kitchen. It looked docile and coiled on the ground, and it didn't look like a cannibal at all. snake.

"I don't have anything for you to eat, Nagini, you have eaten enough," Mu Yu divided the pile of things in the pot into two portions and took them out, "The old gardener, the two homeless people, and a few people today , You can’t go looking for more people, otherwise you will be in trouble.”

Under the dim light, the girl in the white dress jingled with the kitchen utensils, and the smoke curling up from the cooking pots made her every step turn into an oil painting, with warm yellow tones. The clear summer night outside the small window is so deceptive, even the spots on the skirt that are obviously dried blood can be interpreted as unintentional condensation of paint.

It was the gentle and soft voice when talking about people that tore the scroll apart, revealing the madness hidden beneath the warmth. She acted too matter-of-factly, as if the lives in her mouth were not living people, but just rabbits.

Nagini was still lying motionless on the ground.

Mu Yu directly picked up the plate and stepped over the snake. Just as she put the plate on the dining table, a low hissing sound echoed in the empty first floor. Following the sound, Nagini slowly and seemingly reluctantly Move away. She had long been accustomed to all this, but she could clearly feel Viola's instant stiffness.

The sight focused on her was also more complicated and elusive.

She pushed a plate to the other side and said nonchalantly: "You can say whatever you want after eating."

The strange feeling lingered in her heart, and Viola only realized it when they came into close contact under the light. I noticed that the girl's black eyes didn't have the vitality that a person of her age should have. It seemed that all the emotions were forcibly suppressed in the calm eyes, or maybe she didn't have much emotion herself, only the despair of a twilight old man.

She couldn't think of another word to describe him other than freak. Regardless of all circumstances, as if she just accidentally broke into a house on the hill tonight, this girl's every move is completely like that of a family... stubbornly wanting to follow the life pattern that has never changed.

She didn't dare to think about it further.

The atmosphere at the dinner table wasn't much better either. One person was staring at the disheveled food on the plate in a daze, while the other person was eating the food one by one with gusto as if he didn't even notice.

"Little girl, tell me, have you never gotten a T in potions?"

"My name is Mu Yu, not little girl," Mu Yu pretended not to hear what she was saying, and saw that she didn't dislike her at all. , she was obviously extremely hungry but still maintained her basic demeanor, blinking slightly, "You have been running away."

The plate was emptied by her in an instant: "From the time of entry," she didn't know whether she finally regained her strength or thought she was completely safe. , she was much calmer than before. When she sat with her back straight, she couldn't tell that this was a person who had been on the run for many days. "Christine took the opportunity to temporarily send me to the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the British Ministry of Magic, just to get rid of it once and for all. "

She licked the corner of her mouth and showed a smile that seemed to be evil: "I won't make it easy for her."

"The MAC is about to change its term," Mu Yu still stared at her closely, not missing any small move. "It's really not as glamorous as the reports said."

A simple sentence proved that she was by no means ignorant of the situation on all sides.

Now Viola is not surprised by anything this freak says: "The glamor is only for outsiders to see. If you don't show some brilliance and power, how can you attract people?"

The light flickered, and her eyes were connected. Something seemed to be ignited and extinguished quickly.

Mu Yu tapped his fingers on the table, as if he had relaxed his vigilance and no longer looked at her, nor did he comment on what she said. The two empty plates flew staggeringly towards the pool, and she was in a complete mess under the housekeeping spell.

Viola didn't even take out her wand, she just waved it with her hand. The pots and pans that had never been listened to under Mu Yu's command now seemed to be manipulated by invisible hands and thrown into the sink and polished, as if she had already Did the same thing a thousand times.

"If you had taken care of your sister for more than ten years, you would do this too." She seemed very sad when mentioning her sister, holding the edge of the table tightly with her hands, as if even mentioning it even a little bit was torture.

Tiny noises began to echo in the room again. Nagini, who had been quiet all the time, climbed up the old stairs. The dim light on the first floor did not illuminate, but made the dark second floor even more eerie.

Mu Yu stood up first and looked at the jade pendant spinning around at the top of the stairs for a long time before saying, "Come with me."

They followed Nagini through the dusty hall, saying that they were together but Mu Yu himself Gu Zi walked in front, but Viola just tried her best to match her pace. They were silent all the way, only the creaking of the old and rotten boards.

The door of the room at the end of the second floor was ajar. Mu Yu stopped in front of the door and got out of the way. She didn't want to see how he weaved his ideals to the old office.

The voice from inside the door was sharp and high-pitched: "Come in, everyone."

She glanced at Viola, who was watching the show completely out of the way this time. She walked right in.

There was a fireplace in the spacious room. Tom Riddle was sitting in the armchair closest to the fireplace. His soul was still weak, but it was much better than before. Nagini was sitting next to him with half-closed eyes, looking dazed. Sleepy look.

He didn't shy away from her at all.

Mu Yu raised his eyebrows, sat down on another armchair and stared at the dancing fire in a daze.

"Viola, I thought even you had forgotten me." His red eyes looked straight at her, obviously using Legilimency.

He had done this more than once in just an hour or two.

"It was Bellatrix who introduced you to me back then, promising that you would be very useful to us. You knelt beside me like a dog and begged for your strength, swore your loyalty, and swore that you would quickly rise to the top of the Magic Congress. High enough to control the overall situation." If you ignore the bad tone, he can be called nostalgic, "For twelve years, you have lived more and more gloriously in the Magic Congress. I thought you forgot the master who gave you strength. The original vow.”

Viola didn't care about his subconscious doubts and temptations. She immediately rushed to his side, even her voice was choked: "Master, believe me, I have never thought of giving up on you. This time Christine will send me out. I also want to find you in the UK and explain to you how to better realize the concept of the past. Please allow me..."

Mu Yu stroked Nagini for a while, looking at the woman kneeling on the ground piously as if she was watching a scene. A play that is both good at singing and reciting.

"It's always been like this, you've always sounded like a politician..." When he discovered that Mu Yu seemed to be more willing to focus on Nagini, his hoarse voice became deeper and deeper, looking more like a poisonous snake lurking in the dark. Neighing, "Then let's hear the vision of the Vice Chairman of the Magic Congress."

Viola glanced at Mu Yu secretly, and then quickly looked away.

Although he is so weak and does not even have a complete body, he is more terrifying and unpredictable than before.

"The number of wizards is still too small, and there are too many Muggles. There are two things you can do," she looked up at her former master again, and continued after seeing that he didn't say anything, "The first is to reduce the number of muggles." Only black magic can do this to create disasters for Muggles. Only you have advanced the research on black magic to an unprecedented level..."

She paused and said more . One word seemed to put double the pressure on me: "The second one is to make magic known to the world and build a new order. You are an absolute god, and the pure-blood family will become a real noble. As for the others, mixed-blood , Mudblood... although he is despicable, he is not completely worthless like an animal."

Mu Yu looked at her seriously for the first time and kept twirling the ring in his hand.

Viola understood that if she said the wrong thing at this time, the snake would get an extra plate of midnight snacks.

"This requires control, no, support for the leaders of Muggle society, and support for powerful forces loyal to us among Muggles." At this point, she became terrifyingly calm. "Grindelwald has walked this road. His mistake was that he chose the wrong person."

Tom Riddle sneered, unable to hear the emotion or anger: "You want to say that the people we are supposed to support are the blood of the Lestrange and Leon families. He has fallen to such a level and has colluded with the dirty Muggles."

Viola lowered her head, as if this could show her humility: "The Muggles are also about to change, and they have controlled the Muggle capital for twelve years. Being an elected member is the limit of what I can do. We are all your loyal servants and your most obedient puppets. "It

is obviously summer, but the room is colder than an ice cellar, and the air seems to be freezing.

His response was unexpectedly soft, even unknowingly tinged with Mu Yu's usual gentleness and calmness. He always looked at Mu Yu, as if the other person in the room was just an ant: "No, although Dirty, but you did a good job. Whether it is causing disaster or killing, only hatred gives people power, and Dumbledore likes to use these powers to make them not even dare to hate me. When there is only fear. I want to build a new god. No matter Muggles or wizards can only see this god, they can only believe in this god. Slogans are always the cloak of power, and the meaning of God will be reborn among Muggles. Interpretation."

What he meant was obvious.

"You...you want to take advantage of the upcoming Muggle election..." She was obviously not a fool, and she didn't need to say anything more after she half understood what she said.

Mu Yu listened to him whispering about the Dharma discovered in Norway, but the abnormalities of Grindelwald's old team were hidden. He had changed a lot, becoming more convincing and beguiling than before. He has always been a quick learner.

She also didn't expect that he would always remember what he said in the past.

"Those who have always been loyal to me will receive the inheritance. Those who hold the inheritance will always be at the top, and pure-blood families who rely on inheritance will always be pure. Others will only fight for the inheritance, or become pure-bloods completely. The vassals of the family. As for Muggles, they will only see the hope of having power, hoping to make them worship the god who gives them hope. At that time, who will care about the existence of Dumbledore's old-fashioned ideas. Doctrine, the ideal that the gods watch over every lamb, including yours, poor, miserable Liz."

He was weaving ideals for others again. Liz was like Viola's taboo. When she mentioned this name, her face turned pale at first, and then blushed as if from excitement: "I will do my best and will not let you down."

Mu Yu But there's always something weird about it. She doesn't act like she's doing it for one person, but more like...

just for herself.

But now is not the time to think. The news Viola said next was equally shocking: "Barty Crouch, Jr., he is very likely still alive. I also want to find out about him when I come to the UK this time. I swear to you that his loyalty and I have never wavered. A three-month term is enough to do a lot, and I can stay here to take better care of you."

She glanced at Mu Yu again, not daring to make everything obvious. Hogwarts is clearly not a safe place to hide.

Mu Yu heard about Barty Crouch Jr. The youngest Death Eater, he fell seriously ill and died within a few years of entering Azkaban. The most talked about thing is not his identity as a Death Eater, but his father, the former Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, also named Barty Crouch.

It's really interesting that a high-ranking Ministry of Magic official raised a son who was associated with Death Eaters. It's even more interesting that a person who has spent twelve years trying to climb up in MACUSA can guarantee that he is not dead.

But these are not that important at this moment. No matter how much she delays, she has to face the facts brought about by Viola's sudden appearance.

Riddle's old house is indeed far safer than Hogwarts. At least here, you don't have to be wary of Dumbledore all the time, and at such a time, someone who can take care of him happens to appear.

She turned the jade pendant around. Quickly turning the jade pendant allowed her to maintain normal and rational thinking, but it could not stop the sourness from spreading again.

She had finally made a decision in Norway, but now she was being pushed back to square one.

"I don't need your care," he said this decision without any emotion, even more coldly than before, "your only use is to wait out your term in peace and return to the Magic Congress to do what you should do. I don’t want to hear any news about the mysterious murder of a senior member of the Magic Congress during this period.”

“Go out.”

On a summer night when the fireplace was burning, the room seemed to be covered with frost.

Viola's eyes quickly wandered between the two. This was not something she could interfere with, so she wisely chose to shut up, stood up, bowed deeply and walked out.

After she left, the only sound left in the room was the sound of burning fire. The atmosphere was eerily dull.