Chapter 67: Relics

The weather this year was very abnormal. After the first snowfall in November, it was stormy and rainy for ten consecutive days. People who love Quidditch are absolutely crazy. Daphne dragged Mu Yu up early in the morning to watch the first Quidditch match.

During this period, she spent almost all her time immersed in runes. She stayed up too late yesterday, and her head was still in a state of confusion when she opened the door and saw Daphne.

"Yu, you have to go and watch the first game at all costs. Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff! I told you that Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric is very handsome!"

Daphne said more often. She was no different from an ordinary girl. It seemed that the person who had a heart-to-heart with her that night was just a personality that rarely appeared.

If it were a year ago, she would have been willing to accompany Daphne to watch a game. After all, she had never watched a Quidditch game in the past few years since she came to Hogwarts. But now she didn't have the slightest curiosity about it.

"This damn weather," the sound of rain that could be heard even in the basement gave her a good excuse, "you can't see much if you go there."

She had always been this way, and Daphne was not surprised by her answer at all, and still tried Persuading her: "At least we can have fun together, Yu..."

When she touched Mu Yu's peaceful eyes, she knew that she could no longer be persuaded. Once she makes a decision, no one can change it.

"I will tell you the result of the competition," Daphne said briskly, and just when Mu Yu thought she was leaving, she suddenly said, "Today is the weekend, don't always spend time in the library even if it rains outside."

It seemed that she herself thought so . It was really strange to say such words, like a nagging old woman, hastily saying: "See you in the afternoon." Then she ran away like flying.

Mu Yu was also glad that she had done this. She had never been so reluctant to see Daphne as she was today. However, the development of things is always unexpected.

When she came downstairs, Theodore Nott was the only one left in the common room, sitting in the armchair in the corner reading a book. When he saw she was coming down, he pressed the book closer to her without even saying hello.

Things have never been normal for Theodore Nott since the beginning of school.

Whether his abnormality was due to his father or something else, Mu Yu didn't intend to care. She was about to open the door to the common room because she didn't want to happen to come back from outside alone. Fortunately, she managed to avoid the collision in time.

Originally it was just a minor interlude, but unexpectedly the person stopped her: "Wait a minute."

It was Gemma.

"Dumbledore asked me to pass this on to you," Gemma Foley carefully handed a yellowed and old notebook to her hand. No matter how slight the movement was, the notebook made a soft sound when she took it.

After she took it, Gemma Foley was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, she glanced in the direction of Theodore Nott and cleared her throat slightly.

Mu Yu raised his eyebrows and stood there. He had been acting strange recently. Everyone wanted to talk to her for a long time.

Sensing Gemma Foley's intention, Theodore Nott directly picked up the book in his hand and walked up the stairs without looking back. At this time, they were the only two people left in the huge common room.

"This is my cousin's relic." She had already said this and saw that Mu Yu was still unmoved. She couldn't help but emphasize her tone, "Your mother."

Olivia still had a relic, and in that memory It was never shown, and neither Dumbledore nor Grandpa ever mentioned it to her.

At first she just held the notebook casually, but now she looked at it seriously. The cover was ordinary, with no extra decorative patterns. Someone should have used it and cleaned it before handing it to her.

Magic is always magic, and nothing can cover up the rich earthy smell on the cover.

"I know, thank you."

Mu Yu unconsciously held the notebook gently in his arms. Gemma Foley also didn't notice the subtle change in her movements. What annoyed her was her flippant attitude. Speaking of which, it means that she is not ignorant of everything, but she is not even willing to call her cousin politely.

No matter how angry she was, she had nothing to do with Mu Yu. After thinking about it carefully, she could understand that there was really no emotion between them except for the weak blood connection. She could only say bluntly: "Grandpa is getting worse and worse." At this point, she kept observing Mu Yu's expression, "He has been talking nonsense recently. He wants to meet his cousin and see his only child. "

Mu Yu hugged the notebook in her arms more tightly. When he raised his head to face Gemma, he was not touched at all, as if he was just listening to the experience of a stranger.

They are indeed strangers, whether it is a blood relationship that does not exist at all or a relationship that is almost non-existent.

"Dad said that my grandfather and my aunt have been dependent on each other since they were young, and they have a very good relationship. He has lived with his guilt for his sister all his life. He failed to save his sister's life, not even the life of her child. Dad advised It's no use telling him that he did nothing wrong." Thinking of the terminally ill old man in her father's letter who was still tormented by guilt, Gemma felt sour in her heart and ignored Mu Yu's feelings, "His last wish was just I want to see with my own eyes that my sister only has blood in the world. I know that you have no relationship with the Welfare family, and I also know that this request is too abrupt for you, but I am asking you as if it is to fulfill an old man's last wish. "

Finally . The notes in his arms suddenly seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making Mu Yu unable to breathe. She couldn't even fulfill her grandfather's last wish, so what qualifications did

she have to fulfill a stranger's wish? She hugged the notebook tighter, but her words were gone from her usual gentleness and politeness, and were full of vitriol: "I don't know how. Treatment and a visit to him can't help him relieve his guilt." She clutched the cover of her notebook, as if to draw strength from it, "My mother and I are not the same at all. My surname is Mu, and your surname is Welfare, so I forgive this request. I can't agree. I don't want to have anything to do with the Welfare family in the future."

Just like when she faced Olivia's shadow, she used all the harsh words she could. In fact, she can do many things with that guilt, and she can force the Foley family to do things for her just like she did with Greengrass.

But...she looked at the book in her arms, and what appeared in front of her eyes was the figure of the woman staggering around London with a big belly. Her peaceful smile always overlapped with the gentle image of her mother in her fantasy.

Even though the fantasy had been shattered long ago, the remaining fragments took root and sprouted in her heart.

The Welfare family is not an important chess piece to her, and they cannot escape the destined chess game.

"You can say whatever you want about me," she said, not caring about Gemma Foley's face turning pale with anger, "I'm telling the truth. You are all strangers to me, and I will not satisfy strangers for no reason. "My last wish."

She quickly walked around Gemma Foley, slammed the door to the common room, and rushed towards the eighth floor without thinking.

She just wants to go there now, and that's the only way she can go. Only there could she ensure that she would not be disturbed by anyone, and only there could she take off her disguise.

Even if a little bit is removed, it represents an additional point of danger.

Nagini was still huddled in the corner, seemingly taking a nap, and the jade pendant around her waist did not move. Mu Yu shook the jade pendant that she wore more and more warmly before slowly sitting down against the fireplace in the middle of the living room and opened her notebook.

On the eighth floor, in the room that transformed into a small building in Mingyuan Mountain, she opened the title page.

Through the bonfire dancing in the fireplace, she could clearly see the small line of writing on the bottom of the title page: To Sinclair. She touched the subtle marks carved by the pen tip on the paper with her fingers and continued to flip through the notes.

The handwriting inside is exactly the same as the title page. The writing is not deep, but it is delicate and elegant. On the first page Olivia records her surprise when she found out she was pregnant. "A gift from Merlin." These were the first words she said to the little life in her belly. She must not have seen that ancient book fragment at that time.

Olivia is a person who can turn ordinary life into poetry. From the first week when she found out she was pregnant, she used the most delicate brushwork to talk to the life in her belly. She patiently told her children that she heard the cuckoo's call today, which page of the book impressed her most, and often recorded the work she had done for the Order of the Phoenix.

"Today James escaped with Remus. They encountered the Death Eaters head-on. It is unimaginable that that group of madmen massacred a village. Those ordinary people fell like scarecrows without any resistance. Bellatrix Si cut out the bones one by one and tested new curses on them, and now he and Dolohov are clamoring to burn the place. Remus's condition is not good either. He was induced by Dolohov's curse. With wolfsbane, my healing spell can only ease his pain, but it cannot cure it. Sinclair, my child, Merlin gave me a curse, forcing me to hear the voices of countless people, forcing me to hear the sorrow of countless people in this era. Hesitant, but I don't have the ability to heal the soul, let alone prevent them from finding my partners one by one, finding those innocent people, and then killing them all. I can only listen to the voices of this era getting heavier and heavier, and watch the efforts to disperse them. Dark people are buried in darkness..."

There were five whole pages of such records. Mu Yu only scanned them briefly before tearing the pages into pieces and throwing them into the stove.

This was what Dumbledore expected her to see, but little did he know that these words only made her gag.

Olivia especially loved repeating over and over the name she had chosen for her child: Sinclair.

The word of Latin origin means purity and light. She tenderly poured her life's beauty and sustenance into this little yet-to-be-grown-up life.

There is also her worry about the blood curse in the words. The arrival of the child has ignited her hope for life, "Your father and I will do our best to break your blood curse."

The handwriting below this line of words swept away the usual Juanxiu. Elegant, with a bit more firmness: "You will be born in an era of peace and sunshine, when the darkness is gone and flowers bloom. Even if you have the same ability as me, this will not be a curse, but a gift from Merlin. Blessings. What you will hear will be colorful and diverse ideals, and what you will see will be a gorgeous world far away from pain and despair. I, Dad, and many people you have never seen are working for such a world. Fighting for ideals in this world, the end of life will never be the end of ideals. Sinclair, mother loves you, father loves you."

Mu Yu tore at the page fiercely, the old paper could not stand it. Her tear fell lightly. She covered her shoulder. The injury from the battle last Christmas had not fully healed, and there was still a dull pain on rainy days.

She flipped through her notes more quickly, and as each week passed, Olivia guessed that she might have a gender, her heart began to beat, and she described the first fetal movement in extremely poetic writing. Her handwriting also became weaker and weaker. The fetus was frantically absorbing her nutrients, squeezing her body dry.

All recording stopped abruptly at twenty-four weeks. By then she should have understood what was going on with the child.

This child is a product of heaven and a tool for her lover to save her life. The bloodline and family love that Olivia had imagined in the past were all illusions. She even gave up naming the child herself. The moment she learned the truth, Sinclair's not-yet-fully developed child had been stillborn.

Mu Yu rubbed the notebook over and over again, a line of tears sliding down her cheeks. She herself didn't know whether this was her remaining conscience or the ridiculous expectations she still retained for her parents' affection.

She didn't want to think about why Dumbledore suddenly asked Gemma Foley to hand over this notebook to her.

In some aspects, Dumbledore is not omniscient and omnipotent.

She really believed that Olivia had personally told Dumbledore to name her Sinclair, and never thought that the name might just be taken from Olivia's relics.

"So a word of peace and happiness is your last gift to me." She threw the notebook directly into the burning fireplace, "I won't be like you."

The paper made a slight whine in the flames, Mu Yu began to In the end, I straightened my back and watched the flames devour the lines of writing, and watched the yellowed paper soften into black ash in the fire.

She sat there motionless, neither wiping the tears on her cheeks nor paying attention to the increasingly faint flames.

"It's all burned, not even a piece of paper is left." She was very familiar with his voice, and it was this voice that forcibly brought her back to reality.

She wiped the long-dried tears on her face and said nothing about what happened just now: "Madman, you said that you will always be here." Her sobs only lasted for a moment, "You have to remember what you said. ."

Olivia has always been a touchy subject between them. The Legilimency on the tower in the second grade allowed Tom Riddle to know all of Mu Yu's secrets, and they had always been tacit about this to each other.

He could leave her relationship with her stupid "mother" alone, and the more vulnerable she was because of it, the better for him.

But...

this girl is not only like a black hole that crazily absorbs all the violence and anger, but is also bringing out the weakness that he had long ago extinguished bit by bit.

Fortunately she won't be around for long.

He has always been talented at bewitching people, but when it comes to Mu Yu, he can never tell who is being bewitched. He doesn't want to go into details. He has a lot of patience for things that are about to disappear and prey that are gradually entering the net.

"Of course, Yu, I will always be here," he answered the question tirelessly, leaning closer to her, as if he wanted to caress her head, "I also hate the name she gave her."

Two of her representatives They refer to completely different people, but they still fit so well.

In addition to the paper, the gradually weakening flame seemed to burn something else. Mu Yu stood up and avoided his touch: "Go back."

She walked out without hesitation. The moment she stepped out of the room on the eighth floor, she hung up all her disguises again, as if she had just burned them. All that fell was a pile of waste paper.

As soon as I returned, I heard about a major accident that occurred during the Quidditch match. Dementors broke into the stadium, causing Harry to fall off his broom and his Nimbus 2000 to be smashed into pieces by the Whomping Willow.

There are never any secrets at Hogwarts. The news immediately spread to everyone. In the days that followed, Mu Yu never saw Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, walking so high-spirited, as if he personally threw Harry Potter off the broom.

Malfoy was finally willing to take off the bandages after his arm had been in a sling for a month. His greatest pleasure now was pretending that Harry had fallen off his broom in Potions class and making weird screams. Snape always had an unusual tolerance for Slytherin House, and he would never stop Malfoy from such childish behavior.

His parents pampered him into being ignorant and fearless.

After the potions class was over and they were sorting out the materials, Daphne told Mu Yu: "The Ministry of Magic has decided to execute that bird after Christmas, that is the hippogriff."

Mu Yu thought about it for a while before he realized what he was doing . Why the Equine was executed was a trivial matter to her that could not even be considered a minor incident. But when did the Ministry of Magic move so quickly?

"It was decided so quickly. I thought it would take a few more months."

Daphne shrugged: "The lawsuit was dismissed directly, and Uncle Lucius asked them to deal with that dangerous magical creature as soon as possible." She ignored the glares of the three Harrys on the other side, "Their efficiency will be very fast at certain times. "

Yu, wait a minute." Daphne had to go to arithmetic and divination class, so she separated from Mu Yu as soon as she left the Potions class. Harry found the opportunity to stop Mu Yu, "I, I want to ask, how to summon the Patronus." He originally thought it would be difficult to ask, but before his brain was still struggling, he moved quickly. step.

Fortunately, Mu Yu didn't ask him carefully, nor did he laugh at his fear of dementors like Malfoy did. She never pretends to be pretentious when speaking: "This is a complicated spell. Harry, I can only tell you the principle. Use the strongest emotions to summon the deepest happiness. But why don't you ask Professor Lupin? A great Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Harry was clearly confused by what she was saying, but it reminded him. He actually forgot about Lupin.

Harry quickly thanked Mu Yu and ran up the steps. He didn't notice Mu Yu looking at him in a trance behind him.

His soul became increasingly divided.