Chapter 64 Boggart

She had never suffered so much frustration when learning a spell.

A black flame suddenly flashed across the tip of the wand, and sparks splashed onto the ground, immediately poking a hole in the ground.

There is no more, the inside of the wand seems to be blocked, no matter how much the spell is recited, it can no longer emit even a little spark.

"Continue," Tom Riddle stood aside and turned a blind eye to her tiredness. He even seemed very happy that finally a spell could stump her. "This is a very, very complicated magic, especially if you want to make some innovations." ..."

She always thought that Snape was already a very bad teacher, but compared to Tom Riddle, Snape could be called conscientious. He never hides his madness in his twisted teaching mode. She could finally understand how Dumbledore felt at that time. Even if other factors were put aside, Tom Riddle would never be a qualified teacher.

It's just that she won't be afraid of him.

Mu Yu brushed her sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. Even though her head was throbbing with pain due to the long-term loss of magic power, she had no intention of shouting to stop: "I want to see you do it again," she said to him He shook his wand in the opposite direction. This action seemed almost like a provocation to him. "I need a demonstration. This task is obviously too difficult for Nagini."

The viper coiled at the base of the wall seemed to shrink to the corner again. Shrinking, Mu Yu glanced at it. Nagini looked less and less like a snake.

"I never give demonstrations." The warmth of the jade pendant allowed him to gradually condense into a form. Although it was very blurry, it was better than the black mist before. He stared at Mu Yu expressionlessly, and his hissing tone was less deep than when he faced her before, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

In the past, all he needed was a look like this, without even speaking a word, it was enough to make an adult wizard tremble.

However, Mu Yu has always been an exception. She leaned against the wall, unmoved by the pressure he unconsciously unleashed, and just looked at him calmly, and at the boy who tried to let the snake bite her to death, and the boy who preached to her to eliminate all Muggle-born wizards. There is no difference at all.

She would neither care about his anger nor fear his further actions.

"Yesterday I demonstrated the formation to you, and you understood it immediately." Her calm tone did not seem to be explaining the facts, but more like giving instructions. "It's just a small exchange, Tom. There have been many exchanges between us. Not bad like this."

This girl is as cunning as ever and good at creating traps, he should have known it.

"Only once."

The last time they were so close was when Tom asked her to open the secret room. It was so fast that the door to the secret room was already open before she could react, or she didn't even notice.

This time when she slowly let go of the use of part of her body, she could finally experience the feeling of Ginny Weasley when she was possessed. The coldness spread all the way down her back, like pieces of ice being slowly squeezed into the blood one by one, and then It melted into a puddle of ice water in her blood vessels, freezing her to the core.

She didn't like this, not only because the control of parts of her body was in the hands of others, but also because it always reminded her of what those boys almost did.

They tried to use such things to completely destroy her, to establish absolute authority in such a way, and to trample her soul under their feet. She turned the situation around with more cruel means and gained the upper hand.

But how should she treat Tom?

The hand holding the wand shook. This was not her action.

Strangely, she seemed to have received some kind of comfort, and she could barely suppress the weird question just now.

It's different, no one is used to sharing their body with others.

Black flames engulfed the entire courtyard, and the blooming Bianhua flowers were burned to ashes in the raging flames. The flames even turned into a giant snake rolling in mid-air. However, no matter how the giant snake moved, it seemed as if it had been ordered to do so. It would not cross the boundaries set by her, otherwise the whole house would be burned down.

When she could feel the destructive heat wave getting closer and closer, the giant snake dissipated into clusters of small flames jumping in the courtyard. The small flames gradually gathered again, converging into a wisp of candle flame, gentle on her fingertips. beat.

She observed every step carefully, not even noticing how long he left.

The flower-filled courtyard turned into a charred wasteland. The seedlings of Bibihua flower sprouted again at an extremely slow speed, and the small water flow re-entered the courtyard little by little.

"Using Li Huo as the eye of the formation is a very genius idea, but the premise is that you have to make it obedient and tame it with enough cruelty." His form became a little more illusory, but he was unwilling to return to the jade pendant.

Or maybe he didn't want to show any sign of weakness at a time like this.

"They look down upon you, Tom," Mu Yu thought of the disdainful look in Zhao Mu's eyes when he was in the first grade. "They will pay the price for it."

Even Mu Yu was surprised by his talent. He was born with extraordinary abilities. With extraordinary understanding, he only needs to master the most basic rules and then continue to expand on this basis until he subverts the rules.

But...

once she got rid of the pins and needles discomfort she felt when she was possessed, she was finally able to regain some normal rhythm. She waved her wand and chanted the spell, using the remaining instincts in her body to imitate all his movements accurately.

A small snake emerged from the tip of the staff. Compared with the giant snake just now, it was as weak as a caterpillar. It swam on the ground twice before struggling and dissipating in the air as if all its strength had been exhausted.

It's a pity that the flowers that have just grown will suffer a new round of destruction.

So much better than flames.

"You need to go back into the jade pendant." She twirled her wand without looking proud of her progress.

"I don't need it yet," unexpectedly he didn't show any fear or even displeasure.

The rare progress made Mu Yu ignore his abnormality, and the cruel practice stopped until she no longer had the energy to release the weakest magic.

Nagini wandered along the courtyard wall, restless ever since she was left in this magical room in the eighth-floor corridor. Tom Riddle hissed from his throat, and Nagini gradually became quiet in the corner following his voice. Mu Yu directly picked up the parchment that was covered with dense notes: "It is starving. Hogwarts cannot provide the food it wants. Your servant must prove it after being a rat in the Weasley family for twelve years. He has some value. He will know who to be loyal to."

She waved her wand, and a symbol on the paper was changed.

In this regard, they have formed a silent understanding. The slender finger pointed to another place. Without further ado, Mu Yu realized the problem and directly changed it to what he wanted.

Her obedience in this regard pleased Tom Riddle, and only Mu Yu could feel his current pleasure.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, we are almost successful," he kept staring at her, his tone particularly lazy, as if he didn't care about the matter, "There is only one step left to control, the most critical step."

When I came out of the eighth floor, I was just in time for dinner. The long Slytherin table was not used to the absence of Malfoy's group of people who had their eyes high above their heads. Mu Yu heard some small whispers along the way.

"Hagrid, hippogriff, Malfoy's arm..."

Daphne was sitting on the side struggling with her arithmetic divination homework with a distressed look on her face. Mu Yu walked over and sat next to her. Daphne was still struggling with a bunch of numbers. .

"Damn it, how many more times do I have to add it to figure out Abelion's spiritual number." Daphne said to herself.

Leon

"e is a vowel, you missed it." Daphne's paper full of drafts was automatically corrected when Mu Yu just sat down. Daphne threw down the pen and cheered: "That's great. His psychic number is 2. He is a person who is prone to extremes." She swept a pile of books aside and then realized: "Yu, you didn't choose arithmetic and divination. " How do you know?"

"I learned it when I was a child." She is not particularly proficient in divination, but she still has no problem with simple arithmetic. Mu Yu just brushed it off: "What did Malfoy do again?"

"Care of Magical Creatures class," Daphne was unwilling to mention Hagrid's name, "Let's get in touch with a Hippogriff, Deng It's time for Bully to take care of it. Draco is scratched, and he won't let the bird go. "It

's been almost three years, and Malfoy doesn't look mature at all. He swaggered into the classroom in the middle of Potions class on Thursday morning. As soon as he came in, he yelled that his arm was broken and demanded that Ron cut him daisy roots and Harry peel figs for him. Mu Yu had met his father before. Although they were both arrogant, his father generally knew the importance.

Mu Yu silently poured a few drops of leech juice into it, and her potion was the first to turn into a bright green.

"Very good, ten points for Slytherin."

A gloomy voice sounded behind Mu Yu. Only then did Mu Yu realize that Severus Snape had been standing behind her for who knows how long. He didn't have any unnecessary expressions at first, but the look he looked at Mu Yu was particularly frightening. He didn't even look at Mu Yu's crucible. All his attention was focused on Mu Yu at the moment. Mu Yu quietly found the jade pendant with her other hand. Even if Snape was once a Death Eater, he would not be able to find it. Since she learned about the function of the Dark Mark in the Leaky Cauldron, she became even more cautious. Or maybe he had used a secret method to vaguely detect something.

She never thought that the Head of Slytherin House would be a simple character.

As if she didn't feel his scrutiny, she poured the shrinking potion from the cauldron into the bottle and handed it to Snape. Snape stared at her for a few more seconds before taking the bottle and writing an o on it.

"Don't forget your extra homework this week." The sharp scrutiny just now seemed to be completely gone, and Snape's voice was as lazy as before. He turned back to trouble Neville Longbottom.

Mu Yu was thoughtful until the Defense Against Dark Arts class started. If it weren't for the jade pendant, why would Snape pay so much attention to her? He has asked her to hand in extra homework every week since the first year, just because she is a student of Slytherin House and her Potions scores are pretty good. Do you have to open a small stove for her? I'm afraid it won't be that simple.

She thought of Dumbledore immediately, even though the communication between them was normal, they just exchanged a few letters to greet each other during the holidays, and they had not exchanged a few words since the beginning of the school year.

Gryffindor had just finished a lesson when they went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and everyone's face was filled with excitement. When Mu Yu was still thinking about Dumbledore, Daphne pulled her: "It's too much."

"What's wrong?"

"Neville Longbottom's Boggart turned into Professor Snape, Lupine guided Na He turned Professor Snape into an old woman wearing a ridiculous dress!" Daphne said angrily, "In front of everyone in Gryffindor."

But Mu Yu felt that Neville was the same as Snape. She wouldn't be surprised if the boggart could be transformed into anything.

Perhaps because of this, everyone in Slytherin was not interested in Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They only cheered up when they knew that they were indeed going to use wands to deal with Boggarts. Lu Ping is the most normal Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Mu Yu has ever encountered.

Facing a Boggart that may come out of the closet at any time, a thirteen-year-old child will feel nervous or excited. This is the first time they face their own fears. However, for Mu Yu, the fear brought by the Boggart is just a false fear carefully maintained in the greenhouse.

Daphne's Boggart was a grinning doll, and Mu Yu was lined up just behind her. When Mu Yu stepped forward, the doll paused for a long time, and with a bang, a long, narrow and winding black corridor stretched in front of her. There were no lights in the corridor, and a gloomy wind blew from the other end.

The good mood I had maintained until now disappeared the moment this corridor appeared.

The bright classroom shrank and shrank in her eyes, and finally merged into an inconspicuous black spot on the dark corridor. She seemed to be alone again, running desperately in this corridor with no end or light source in sight, with the chasing crowd behind her and the unknown future in front of her.

She knew what spell to use to deal with the Boggart, but she couldn't pronounce it. She couldn't think of anything funny.

This was the strangest thing in her thirteen years of life. She has long been accustomed to disguise. Her mask is deeply embedded in her soul and can never be taken off again. All memories under the mask are cast a shadow of sadness.

Even the patron saint who carries the joy of a lifetime condenses the pitiful happiness that bursts out from strong emotions. There is always a difference between happiness and laughter. Maybe the little girl with a bright smile in the Mirror of Erised can force the Boggart to become the funniest thing, but the Mirror of Erised is an illusion that is even more fragile and false than an illusion.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Mu Yu put down his wand, "I can't do it."

Everyone looked at her in surprise. She has always been the best among her peers, but when faced with a Boggart, she gave up without even reciting a spell. Malfoy let out a weird laugh.

Lupine did not force her, nor did he ask why. He just looked at her deeply and stood in front of her. The long, dark and endless corridor immediately turned into a silver-white ball. He recited warmly: "Ridikulus."

The silver-white ball turned into a screaming balloon and flew around the classroom.

This semester was really terrible from the beginning.