Chapter 6: Recall that

Mu Yu adapted very quickly to life at Hogwarts. This castle was so new to her. She used to see lush trees in the mountains every day. After seeing them for eleven years, she became extremely disgusted with the lush mountains.

Hogwarts is different, it changes all the time every day. There are one hundred and forty-two stairs, each of which is constantly changing. Countless ghosts emerge from nowhere, and there are portraits hanging on the walls that can move and talk. Whenever it was time to go to class with Gryffindor, the corridors were always crowded with people wanting to gather around to see the Savior.

She doesn't like noise, but she likes to watch the noise.

The homework is not as difficult to adapt to as imagined. The world's great road leads to the same destination through different paths. The key question is never the form, but what the Tao is.

As for what Gemma Foley said about the Head of Slytherin when school first started... She had a headache recalling the Potions class she had just experienced.

Professor Snape didn't know if he had any grudges with Gryffindor or Harry. He spent most of his time finding fault with Gryffindor and deducting points.

What bothered her was not Snape's attitude towards Gryffindor, but what he said after he gave her a rare compliment on the hemorrhoid potion he made: "Your foundation is different from others, Miss Mu. From this week onwards, every Every week, I would bring an extra bottle of specific potion to the office."

She had only half-understood the principles of Western alchemy, not to mention that she believed that the potion she brewed was not as demanding as Snape's. The teacher pays special attention to it.

It was as if he had found an opportunity to observe her further.

Once this idea is formed, it is difficult to eradicate.

"Excuse me, can you lend me your Transfiguration class notes?"

Someone called her from behind when everyone was rushing towards the stairs after having endured these two difficult classes.

It's Harry.

Ever since Professor McGonagall praised Mu Yu's notes in Transfiguration class, he had wanted to borrow her notes. Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't often have classes together, so he couldn't find them for a whole week. Chance.

The homework assigned by Professor McGonagall was too difficult. In the last class, only Mu Yu and Hermione turned a match into a silver needle. Compared with the two, the former seemed to be better at talking.

Harry blushed a little. After all, he was completely targeted by Snape in the Potions class just now, which cost Gryffindor two points. Coupled with the scrutiny of the people around him, he was very embarrassed.

Mu Yu pretended not to notice anything unusual about him. He took out the notes from his schoolbag and was about to hand them to him when Hermione caught up and interrupted.

"I want to take a look at your notes, Yu. I think your needles are much sharper than mine. I still can't figure out some parts..."

She clearly saw Ron rolling his eyes without hesitation.

Not wanting to get involved in the lawsuit between these three people, Mu Yu directly divided the note into two parts with a wave of his hand and handed it over: "I have a backup, no need to return it."

"You didn't use a wand..." Hermione looked completely distracted. The notebook in her hand said, "Is this an Eastern spell? Professor Flitwick said you are very talented."

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly added: "I, I just often ask the professor some questions, so..."

" But I learned a little early, and there is no such thing as talent." Mu Yu is used to showing a polite image in front of outsiders, and it is difficult for people to find any mistakes in her words, "I'm leaving first,"

she said. There is still much to do.

Ron winked at Harry: "Although he is a Slytherin, he is a very nice person, isn't he? Much better than Miss Understanding."

He lowered his voice at the last word.

Mu Yu walked down the stairs to the library, but was blocked by a group of people headed by Pan Xi.

This was the first time this had happened to her at Hogwarts except for the first day of school.

"I have to go to class, please get out of my way." Mu Yu said calmly.

Pan Xi let out a strange laugh. She pretended not to hear Mu Yu's words: "Donfangfang, what about your spells? I've never seen your magical spells before. Aren't you just like us, waving sticks to steam?" Slug. Or you are a squib from the East."

The other girls giggled.

"Boiling the swelling potion into a pot of mud makes you more like a pure-blood squib. I have never seen the advantage of your bloodline."

Their guide, fire, and cable were nothing more than a potions lesson. Mu Yu responded unceremoniously.

This seemed to have touched Pansy's nerves. She pulled out her wand and said word by word: "What qualifications do you have to insult my bloodline?"

Mu Yu took a few steps closer, her hands hidden under the cuffs and gently After paddling for a while, she forced herself to stop: "Get out of the way."

Her voice was a bit colder.

"Yu, we have to go to the library again."

A person interrupted them just as they were tense. Mu Yu turned around and realized it was Daphne.

Daphne didn't seem to notice the atmosphere around her, so she stepped forward and hugged her: "I also want to go to the library to find a book, just in time."

Pansy curled her lips when she saw Daphne, and still stepped away, but she also He did not forget to give Mu Yu a provocative look.

When would Daphne go to the library to look for books?

When she was about to reach the library, Mu Yu cleverly took her hand out: "Thank you."

She didn't need anyone's intervention or even sympathy.

Daphne's beautiful blue eyes were a little sad: "Yu, I'm sorry for Pansy's behavior just now. You know, the Parkinson family used to..."

"You don't always need to apologize for her, Daphne," Mu Yu said in a casual tone. No one sounded angry, "Some people are not destined to each other. You don't need to bear the grudges between us because of history."

She seemed to really be thinking about her new friend: "Don't feel guilty about me. "

There is no need for false pity. Such pity is not an antidote for suppressing unwanted thoughts, but a violent catalyzer. Even she herself is not sure what will happen if there is more dosage.

"I really have to go to the library to look for information. It may take an hour or two. I'll see you at dinner." She held Daphne's hand again, completely comforting the latter.

"Yu, just tell me if you have anything. We are friends, aren't we?"

Daphne's twinkling blue eyes were full of so-called sincerity.

"Okay."

She didn't see the indifference on Mu Yu's face after he lost his gentle disguise when he turned around.

"Be like water and blend in..."

But why was Mu Yu staring at the cover of the heavy book in front of him in the library, as if he was trying to make a flower out of it.

The bathroom was dark. The switch has been pulled down, leaving only the half-length mirror on the sink shining brightly in the darkness. However, this does not give people warmth. On the contrary, it adds more darkness and terror.

The little girl kept turning the door handle, but the locked door handle did not move at all.

"Xiao Yu, you can't use your abilities in school. You have to blend in with your classmates."

Why not?

"We have locked that freak in the toilet, and I have turned off the switch. Come quickly."

"No one will see him." "

"Don't worry, there is someone here at this time. Besides, even if it is seen, the teacher will never care. It won't be the freak who will be scolded and punished."

The little girl bit her lip.

Grandpa, why should I blend in with them? The

door was slammed open with a bang. The little girl's thin body was hit hard against the hard and cold tiles. Her hair was roughly grabbed.

The picture once became chaotic, as if it was dyed with layers of fog. Slaps, punches and kicks, the child's long nails dug into the little girl's delicate skin. They seem to have found a new way to play. They find that sometimes nails are much better than fists.

The greatest humiliation, the deepest pain.

I hate them, I hate everyone. Why can't I use abilities? Why can't I use curses?

Several people were still venting their emotions on the little girl who was already hugging a ball. Catharsis has nothing to do with good or evil, it is just the most primitive impulse. The most primitive impulses lead to the darkest sins.

No one noticed that the dressing mirror on the sink was gradually leaking blood, and the blood had spread to the feet of those people. Perhaps because they were too involved, no one noticed that the water tank in the unoccupied washroom stall automatically started pumping water. There are more and more strange things, miserable cries, spreading blood, crazy heads extending from the mirror...

It feels so good to control fear like this.

Everything is under control, and no one can escape...

Fear engulfed the shaky picture, and the boundless darkness eroded a louder scream.

It can also make them more frightened, seeing themselves cut into pieces in the mirror... No, it won't work.

Mu Yu, calm down, think about other things, think about grandpa. Think about the happy time with grandpa, think about the joy of walking along the Mingyuan Mountain trail, think about the small bun shop at the foot of Mingyuan Mountain...

one, two, three...

the picture shrinks sharply, terrifying The bathroom, the figures running away in panic, the dark corridors, everything was twisting and turning into insurmountable mountains, making Mu Yu breathless.

Mu Yu struggled to wake up. The pillow was soaked with sweat. The rippling lake water at night gently slapped the window. This failed to slow down Mu Yu, but made her even more suffocated. Leave here, leave the underground, go anywhere, just leave here immediately.

She took out a phantom charm and stuck it on her body. Even the fire in the lounge was out at night. There was a chill in the whole basement. A squid slowly swam past the window, with only the small eyes on the top of its head shining in the darkness.

Mu Yu came out of the common room and walked up the stairs until he stood at the top of the west tower. The cold wind howled through the empty tower. But she felt like she was alive.

She leaned against the tower railing. Away from the pollution and hustle and bustle of the city, the starry sky looks particularly clear and distant. The stars hung in the deep darkness, their light both cold and hot.

She never paid attention to the twinkling stars. What she always saw was the darkness between the stars. Darkness weaves the Milky Way, and starlight shuttles through the abyss. Never get out. Is it because of death?

The things she did in the past may be more terrifying than death.

"I always thought that night walks were Gryffindor behavior."

Mu Yu knew who it was without even looking. It was the ghost, Helena. She withdrew her gaze from the endless sky. She returned to her usual gentle demeanor.

"The night here is beautiful." She expressed the usual longing and dreaming of a little girl.

Helena floated over and stood side by side with her on the tower. She looked up at the starry sky above her head. For a moment, she became sad, as if she was missing something. The sadness soon faded away, as quickly as a meteor streaking across the sky.

"Little girl, you are not happy."

"No." Mu Yu stroked the cold railing. She suddenly wanted to go back to the dark common room. At least she was alone there.

Mu Yu could clearly see Helena moving the corners of her mouth, as if she was struggling to say something, but in the end she just said softly: "Little girl, if you have something to tell me, actually. I'm not very good at comforting people, but I think it's A good listener." It seemed to take a lot of effort for her to say this, and it was obvious that she rarely talked to people like this. Her face turned even paler.

She looked at Helena with a smile: "Thank you. But I really have nothing to do. It's a bit cold here, I think I should go back to sleep."

She nodded politely to Helena and walked away without looking back. Go down the tower. The few stars on the tower were gradually fading away, and the deep darkness gradually swallowed her up step by step.

Helena still stood blankly on the tower, she no longer looked at the stars. Her gaze was fixed on the shore of the Black Lake, where there was a faint shadow of a willow tree. The tree shadows bared their teeth and claws in the darkness, twisting their branches restlessly.

"Olivia... maybe you were too naive at the time."

Her slender fingers stroked the skirt without a trace of wrinkles: "Just like me before."