Chapter 69 Promise

"You really know how to pick a place," Viola glanced at the tea cup in front of her with disgust. They were sitting in a cafe by the Thames, with the river flowing quietly at their feet. The biting cold wind blowing from the river in December made it impossible to drink anything. "Actually, there is no need to waste time saying goodbye. The more risks you and I meet,"

Mu Yu leaned forward slightly, as if he was not affected by it at all. Cold wind effects. No matter how gloomy the weather was, it couldn't hide the darkness under her eyes, but it didn't affect her spirit at all. She still spoke softly, but it made people wary: "Of course I know there are other ways. That mark is not a decoration." She looked around, and the store was still full on such a cold day, and her eyesight continued. Fixed on Viola's left arm, "But there are some questions I want to ask myself, and this is the safest place away from the gathering place of wizards."

In some aspects, they are becoming more and more alike.

At this point, Mu Yu paused, and seeing that she had no extra reaction, he continued: "I'm really curious about which Muggle you are lucky enough to choose to cooperate."

Viola has been looking forward to this question since the first meeting, and she also I had already prepared the most comprehensive answer, but I didn’t expect it would take so long before I had the chance to answer. She tried to make her answer sound natural.

"Ivan, a friend who grew up with Liz. He almost went crazy after Liz passed away. I revealed..."

Mu Yu fully understood after hearing this: "I thought you would use the Imperius Curse. But I like this. In this way, deep feelings are sometimes more reliable than powerful spells." She pinched the jade pendant and looked up to see the strange expression of the person opposite, "There are still questions."

"To be honest, your trust scares me."

This sentence was not meant for her, and Mu Yu didn't care about it: "You have sworn an oath and have seen the fate of traitors. As for that Ivan..." She seemed to have no need to hide her contempt for him, "Powerful The spell may not be reliable every time, but it will definitely work."

She took the initiative to pick up the cup and touched it lightly. The crisp sound and the shadow of the cup covered the trace of her left hand across the table: "This time next year, Ma. The election results of Gua should be announced, and the new year will be the election of the Magic Congress. It is a pity that you need to fight alone, but at this time, loyalty is the most rare and the reward is the most generous." She added, "I think your father would be very happy if he were alive."

She could predict Viola's expression without looking at it, and she really didn't want to look at it, so she just turned her head and looked at the white and turbid river. .

"I will do my best."

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the phantom moving and confirmed that she had completely left that Mu Yu turned around and swept the steaming cup to the ground. Because of the spell barrier, no one around noticed the movement here.

She was as calm as if she had just brushed off a speck of ashes on the table.

"I've given her a chance, more than once," she said, looking at the jade pendant. She didn't know whether she was gloating or regretting, "Power is the most peculiar magic. No matter who you are, if you get a little bit of it, don't think about getting away. It can even give you People have no power to betray their original intentions and betray their past vows."

The jade pendant did not make any sound for a while. Mu Yu was not in a hurry and continued to sit here and drink tea leisurely. When the dense fog was about to dissipate, a whisper came to his ears: "You also have the opportunity to kill her directly."

Since he knew the dementors' suspicion and noticed Snape's abnormality, he became more and more cautious, absolutely Wouldn't appear on such an occasion.

Mu Yu looked at the buildings on the other side that finally showed their outlines after the thick fog dissipated: "I also regretted rescuing her at Riddle's old house. Without me, she would definitely have died in the chase, but I'm glad I saved her." "She took out two pieces of parchment and looked at it carefully. Apart from a schematic diagram of the human body, one of the pieces of paper was densely packed with characters. She stroked the piece of paper over and over again, as if treating a rare treasure.

It is indeed a rare treasure.

"For the sake of my childhood sweetheart, I am willing to fight against the mysterious wizard and the tiger. This story is very touching, and I am willing to believe it. But she forgot that I have also lived in ordinary society for ten years, and their struggle is not like the Ministry of Magic's play house. A Ordinary people who rely solely on hatred will not have much of a way out. No matter how superb Occlumency is, it can't fix the loopholes in logic."

At first, she wanted to calm down her emotions, but the conversation in Hogsmeade that day kept happening again and again. The suppressed anger was aroused once, whether because of being tricked or because of betrayal.

She shouldn't be the one most offended by the betrayal.

The inexplicable increase in anger burned part of her reason, so that when she realized that she had gone too far, it was difficult to take back the words she said.

Tom was eerily quiet.

She took another deep breath.

"Don't be angry."

Two voices sounded almost at the same time, and then disappeared in a tacit agreement, unwilling to explore the reason.

Mu Yu lowered his head and filled in two words in the blank space on another piece of paper, automatically ignoring the coincidence: "She is more useful alive," she traced the font over and over again, "I can't wait to see his Answer. When an ordinary person with authority seizes the key to the new world..."

No matter how you describe the newly added words, it will be awkward.

"for love."

"Step into the pasture of the gods, for... love," Tom Riddle read this sentence word by word, and sneered when he struggled to pronounce the last word, "This is what you want After a few months of giving results, I still won’t be reduced to using Dumbledore’s weapons.”

“It’s not what Dumbledore calls love. This is love of desire, which is the purest and most primitive thing.” "

The girl's voice was like the breeze blowing over the hills, gentle and gentle, and it completely alleviated the embarrassment just now.

"There is no love at all in the world, only the desire for power and strength."

The dark clouds were gathering thicker and thicker, pressing low on the gray London. The first snowflake falling from the sky landed on the tip of her nose. She didn't refute, and she didn't need to refute.

"But it doesn't matter, Yu." She didn't need to see anyone to know that there was always someone watching the falling snowflakes in London with her. The only thing she had to do was listen, "You can deceive them with love, it's nothing more than building faith. "

The scattered snowflakes finally became one.

Snow has already woven a solid silver-white cage in New York.

Densely packed red brick houses crowd the most chaotic neighborhoods in New York. The criss-crossing and dirty alleys separate the closely packed houses while also paralyzing the vision of outsiders.

One of the buildings was the most dilapidated and looked almost collapsing under the snow. The fire escape outside the building was also rusty and creaked in the heavy snow.

A man and a woman were sitting on the top fire escape. Both of them were wrapped in thick cloaks. The man's silhouette was still vaguely visible under the cloak, while the woman's face was completely covered by a shadow. There is only one advantage of this building, and that is that from the top floor, you can see all the way to the high-rise buildings on the island on the other side of the river.

Even the almost stagnant river water in winter cannot stop the prosperity and exaggeration pouring out from the heart of the city.

The man's eyes were fixed on the street downstairs that was almost becoming a garbage dump.

The pure white snow fell on the street and was quickly dyed black.

"This is the result you gave me, Ivan. There is only one year left, and you tell me the situation is unclear."

"A lot of things can happen in a year, and countless variables can arise. No one knows who will win or lose until the last moment." Ivan continued to stare at the street in a daze, his tone colder than the falling snow. "The number of wizards is rare. The change of power is nothing more than a fight between two people and a group of people voting according to the situation. Muggles have long since passed the age of using pottery to determine the leader. Every competition is not a struggle between people, but a conflict between interests. You must be careful every step of the way, show your value internally, and use interests to weigh your choices externally."

He seemed to know that it was too harsh, so he took the initiative to soften his attitude: "I'm trying my best, Viola, I, I..." He said. He began to tremble, as if he was more afraid of failure than anyone else, "Please believe me, I have never forgotten how Liz was tortured to death, and I have never forgotten the promise I made in front of Liz's grave." The one who

had been silent on the side Viola sighed at this time, seeming to understand his difficult situation: "I'm sorry, Ivan. It was me who was radical. You have always known best in this regard. At that time, you said that it was not possible to use the Imperius Curse to control Muggle leaders. I have no idea how useful it will be. Dad trusts you, and Liz trusts you, so I trust you even more."

"It's all over." Ivan's hand grasped the railing tightly when he said it.

"Liz accidentally killed the Muggle on this street, and it was this street that completely ruined her. I will never forget the day she came home covered in blood and told me...she had killed a Muggle. When she first came home, her entire face was swollen, and she had at least a dozen stab wounds on her hands and body." She didn't stop. "Before I even gave her fresh food, people from the Magic Congress took her away. Have you forgotten those days? We kept interpreting every word in the law and wrote testimonies again and again. What happened?"

Ivan held her hand: "Stop talking."

Viola pulled away from him. , tears filled his eyes: "I just met Liz once when the verdict was handed down. They didn't treat her injuries properly. Several wounds rotted away. Such a delicate little girl didn't even cry. She also asked me..."

She looked at Ivan with a face hidden in the shadows: "She asked why Ivan didn't come and whether he hated me."

"I decided to take this path the day the verdict was handed down. , and you..." Ivan seemed to sigh in particular, looking at the man she was cheating on under his long sleeves, "exchanging dignity for strength, and also for more weight."

"It's an equal transaction," she corrected expressionlessly, " I put my dignity under my feet and did a lot for him. He also gave me the strength I wanted. Now that he is too busy to take care of himself, I don't think there is any need to continue the transaction."

She gently touched her left arm: "I. Unlike those cowards who didn't dare to study the mark during the ten years since he disappeared, and missed the opportunity in vain," she changed the subject, "I have only been loyal to my vow to Liz from the beginning to the end, even if I want to give her a new world. Use it for ten years, use it for twenty years, use it for a lifetime, Ivan, you must be like me, you don’t want Liz to die with her eyes closed..."

After saying this for so many years, from being firm to now, even I am almost real. Believed.

Ivan pursed his lips: "Don't worry, I will always cooperate." His eye circles were slightly red, "If ten years are not enough for the new world given to Liz, then twenty or thirty years, until I change." "

I have always believed in you, just like Liz relied on you," she repeated, slowly walking down the old stairs and blending into the whiteness.

After she left, Ivan's face no longer looked sad, and he turned his attention to the dirty street again. No matter how much sadness you have, it is wasted away in acting again and again.

Not showing any hobbies or showing any inappropriate emotions was something he learned in the first lesson. Every emotion shown deliberately can become a weapon to criticize the opponent, and every preference revealed unintentionally can become a position for the opponent to counterattack.

This is a lesson learned over and over again.

"Is it for Liz's new world or for yourself?" He thought to himself and took out a flat envelope from his arms.

He has actually read it countless times, and he has always cherished the only thing that hit his weak point so far.

"The gods watch over everyone's ideals. For love, step into the pasture of the gods." He repeated over and over again to suppress the impulse that had been dormant for a long time, "I am indeed ready to spend my whole life. No matter how we fight, the total amount of interests will It has never changed, but if new elements are injected..."

He turned the letter over, lightly tapped it with his fingertips, and a line of words was automatically engraved on the paper.

"You don't have to wait so long, Liz. Your gift is almost here."