Chapter 58 Disguise

"Her father was arrested and imprisoned because he opposed the abolition of the ban on miscegenation between wizards and Muggles. Her sister who was stupid and close to Muggles was also killed by a Muggle." It was always Tom Riddle who was the first to break the gap between them. silence. If he didn't explain, Mu Yu wouldn't take the initiative to ask more questions.

He was a little less cold and sharp, and perhaps another legilimency attack had made him even weaker.

"She is the daughter of Aberleon. She took refuge in you when she was most desperate, begging for more powerful power and the power of revenge. At least that's how it looks on the surface," Mu Yu stood in front of the old window and gently pointed his fingers. Knocking on the glass, she quietly drew a tiny formation with her other hand under the cover of her skirt. Her technique was so skillful that it seemed like she had done it many times. "But you don't have to explain it to me."

The remaining warmth of summer seemed to be only at this moment Squeezing in through the unblocked window crack, the fireplace seemed a bit redundant.

"I didn't explain it to you," his voice became sharp again, "She understands the consequences of lying to me, and she doesn't have the guts to do anything like betrayal. Everything is for her idiot sister, but I am the one who gave her the power. and people of power."

A large cloud drifted across the clear night sky, and a few stars began to twinkle.

Mu Yu concentrated on observing the movement of the clouds and turned a deaf ear to his anger at being questioned: "Power can change everything, making cowards braver and wise men more cunning. No amount of disguise can hide it," in his When her anger was about to explode, she changed the subject at the right time, "I don't believe that she was just trying to avenge her sister. I also don't believe that Shen Xu was just trying to revitalize the family, and I don't believe that Greengrass was just trying to restore his daughter's health. Even Arvid Si, I have so much trust in him just because I clearly understand his ideals."

The flowing clouds gradually became thinner under the breeze, just like his surging anger. No matter in the past, present, or in the future if no measures are taken, there is only one person in the world who can not only listen quietly and tolerate his violent anger, but also encourage him to learn to listen and accept.

Even though he had roughly guessed what the girl was going to say next, he was still willing to listen.

"It doesn't matter whether you trust or not, they are all chess pieces." Her vague smile was reflected in the gray glass. It was still like this. No matter how much I imitated it, it was difficult to imitate the charm of the little girl in the Mirror of Erised in the first grade. "I need the clan. To open up the closed situation of Kyushu, we need a bridge to spy on Europe, and we need an informant in the Magic Congress to ensure that they are acting in accordance with their own ideals, which is the bargaining chip to control the chess pieces. "

She has no interest in what both of them understand . She explained too much, but what attracted her was the previous instruction to Viola: "The pasture of the gods..."

"The gods believed in by Muggles are often arbitrary, just like raising a group of docile lambs in a pen." He didn't know when he stood He came to her side, his pale hand gently stroking her hair, "You forgot."

How could you forget. She clearly remembered every page of the book she turned that day, every ripple of different sizes and shapes in the black lake, and every cloud floating in the sky. The flowing clouds and the starry sky above seemed to overlap, and the books seemed to be thrown into the furnace and burned.

The only thing I can forget is one thing.

She couldn't remember exactly how long it took for Tom to disappear that day.

He was still stroking her hair over and over again, and no matter how slow Mu Yu was, he still found some clues.

It seemed that he had been fond of creating such close contact from time to time since Christmas, as if her vulnerability on Christmas night had inadvertently taught him a trick.

Although it seemed ridiculous, Mu Yu still felt that he was facing a child who took the trouble to show off his newly learned skills.

"No, I always feel that there is still half a sentence left." She pressed her head gently against the window, and the pain in her fingers completely disappeared. "I don't want to think about it now."

There was another long silence between them. They just stood in front of the window together and watched the thin clouds drifting across the blue night sky. They both understood that there were thousands of words to say, but in the end no one was willing to speak easily.

"Staying here is suitable for you. It's safe and hidden. Why do you want to go to Hogwarts with me?" Mu Yu kept following the drifting clouds, tilting his head in confusion. Before he answered All the answers were preset, "The spell has almost been put into practice. The theory still needs to be reviewed a few more times with the puppet, but this can be done at any time and in any way."

"We still have to go to Hogwarts to get another Horcrux. , and then come back here to repair my soul after you complete the spell." This was not the real answer, and he had no intention of answering her directly. Maybe it was to avoid the memory that he didn't want to touch, or maybe he simply thought it was unnecessary. Over-explaining to her.

He held out his hand to her.

Mu Yu gently put her hand on the cold and pale hand. It was clear that what she was touching was nothingness, but she seemed to be really holding someone's hand tightly. In the flickering candlelight, their figures looked extremely dependent on each other. Among lovers, there is use, calculation, conspiracy, and even cruelty, but the only thing missing is warmth.

It was on such a warm and breezy summer night that Tom Riddle finally made a decision. He must resolve this bond as quickly as possible in the safest way, even if he gives up some small benefits.

"Yu, until the game between you and me reaches a conclusion, stay with me, otherwise I will kill everyone around you, regardless of men, women, old or young."

Just like that night on Mingyuan Mountain, Mu Yu persistently wanted to get out of his sight. Looking for a madness similar to hers in the withered and broken face, she was so close to him, both her body and her soul: "You too. Tom, if you leave before the end of the game, I will only kill him." Don't think I can't do it."

The cloud was blown away.

She didn't care about his reaction at all, she just looked at the swaying lights of Little Hangleton and sighed: "It would be great if the summer vacation never ends." At this point, the corner of her mouth curled up slightly, and this arc quickly It fell so fast that Tom Riddle almost didn't see it.

If you ignore what happened before, she looks like a normal girl.

"You're weird." Viola said the first words she had gotten along with in the past few days when she saw the girl in front of her eating all the pancakes on the plate and still searching for syrup.

They were sitting at the long table in the lobby on the first floor of Riddle's old house. During the day, the entire lobby on the first floor looked clean and tidy, with a decent coffee table and sofa. As for where they came from, it was hard to say. It was impossible for Mu Yu to go into the store and buy it openly.

After all, everyone still sees her lingering in the mountains of Scotland.

She slowly scooped up the last bit of syrup. Looking out the window of the restaurant, she could only see thick dark clouds piling up in the distance, brewing a heavy rain.

"More than one person said that. Also, I have to thank you for doing the cooking these days. Your cooking skills are really good."

"No, I mean you are very much like my sister in some ways."

Although he still remained calm. Mu Yu looked unmoved, but she was secretly alert in her heart. In just a few days, Viola would not be able to talk to her for no reason.

The dark clouds outside the window are getting thicker and thicker, weighing heavily in the sky. This is more unbearable than a heavy rain. Viola's eyes gradually blurred, as if she had returned to the distant past: "My sister Liz, like you, likes to add double syrup when eating pancakes. She is also very smart. She studied at Ilvermorny College for three consecutive years. Got straight A's. Liz has a gentle temper and always speaks softly. You are really similar in these aspects."

The answer seems obvious. Viola is trying hard to find a shadow, the shadow of an ideal thirteen-year-old girl, even though it is clear from the first unharmonious encounter between the two that she is not essentially similar to that little girl.

Mu Yu can be very gentle and considerate when necessary. She frowned slightly, looking very regretful and apologetic: "She should... I'm sorry. If Liz grows up smoothly, she will definitely become an excellent wizard."

"Excellent" Viola put away all her nostalgia and snorted. , "Excellence was not our goal in the beginning. You may not believe it, but I was actually opposed to my father's ideas. I naively believed that Muggles were no different and that purebloods did not need to continue to maintain their superiority. Not to mention Liz."

Mu . Yu seemed to be interested and sat upright.

Seeing that she was really interested and didn't reject her much, Viola continued, but compared with her previous memories, her statement was very cold: "Liz's father had an accident not long after she was born, and she didn't care at all. Like her father. She can play with Muggles without any scruples. Sometimes she is even more like Muggles than Muggles. She is familiar with all their trendy culture. It was one summer when she came back from a party of a Muggle friend. She was attacked by a Muggle lunatic on the way, and she accidentally killed her when she resisted..."

The plate was thrown into the sink with a clank, and several bottles of beer suddenly appeared on the table. It looked like it should be the pub where she grew up in Hangleton. Came along.

She directly grabbed a bottle of Gulu Gulu and drank most of it: "The Muggle law cannot bring justice to her, and the wizard's law wants her life more." Maybe it was because of the effect of alcohol that her eyes were red, " It was also that incident that made me realize how naive my previous ideas were. Why do wizards hide from Muggles? Why can't wizards completely override Muggles? The slowest way to solve the problem."

Mu Yu held her hand and stopped her from continuing to drink. He looked directly into her eyes so that she could clearly feel her sincerity and empathy at this time: "A group of Muggles brought this to the people. "I have been humiliated for three whole years." She would not show a trace of weakness or care when mentioning the past in front of outsiders. "Various methods and endless tricks are a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than the attack of a Muggle lunatic. Of course you don't want to know how I retaliate against them."

She felt something strange when she held these hands, but she didn't show any emotion and showed just the right amount of concern.

As expected, Tom didn't want to trust anyone easily, and she still underestimated his ability.

"We will cooperate in the future, and it's important to be honest with each other. I'm also very curious about this issue." Viola looked seriously at the pair of eyes that seemed to be filled with water, except for the empathy for similar pasts, which seemed to be serious. There's nothing more. "Liz's life took an irreversible turn at the age of thirteen, and you were only thirteen, but bullying doesn't seem to be enough to make a girl like you go down this path. What else can be done? Let you go on the road of no return."

I don't know if she was testing her at this time, or if she really thought of her as Liz, the sister who was once surrounded by protection and love.

"I chose this path earlier, and you protected Liz so well." Mu Yu let go of his hand, stroked the jade pendant around his waist, and looked at it again. The dilapidated big clock in the living room, "It's time for me to go to Diagon Alley."

She stood up, walked a few steps toward the door, and suddenly turned back to Viola, who was still frowning and thinking, "So what have you been doing all these years?" Everything I did was just for Liz."

Viola answered this question solemnly and without hesitation: "Just for Liz. The day she left, I swore to her grave that I would give her one one day. Gift - a new world where wizards can walk freely, cast spells, and no longer have to hide."

The rain that had been brewing for a long time finally poured down, and the raindrops beat the ancient mansion mercilessly.

"I am willing to give my life for this."

Laozhai's wailing mixed with Mu Yu's sigh, as if he was moved by Viola's belief, but also because of something else: "I only have one grandpa, but grandpa can't Like my mother and my sister, they always protect me in every possible way, so I learned to disguise." At this point, she didn't have the helplessness and resentment that an ordinary girl should have. "What I'm best at is actually not spells, but disguise. ."

A bolt of lightning struck down, drawing a clear line between the two of them.

The door was pushed halfway open by her, and the strong wind carried rainwater into the empty hall: "I hope all your ideal plans you want to realize will go smoothly." Her gentleness made her seem independent from another world, "Happy cooperation ."

The door was slammed shut, blocking out the miserable wind and rain outside, but it couldn't block the coldness that clung to every corner of this old house.