Chapter 76 Escape

She rarely looked down at the village of Little Hangleton from the hillside. Little Hangleton is like any other village in England. At this time, the lights and fires in every house had been extinguished, leaving only the only bar in the village flickering with light. The March night was still a bit cold, and she gathered up her cloak. Did Tom decades ago stand here overlooking this quiet village like she does now? What would he be thinking about his father at that time...

"You expected what that boy was thinking, his kindness, his nobility, Dumbledore's favorite things..." Nagini couldn't wait to get out and swim into the dark night. . Tom Riddle stood beside Mu Yu, and he would always put down his high and sharp tone when facing Mu Yu. At this time, the hoarse voice will seem more like the temptation of a poisonous snake, the devil's whisper: "Destroy them all, Luo Yu, you have changed too much, it's a pity. If Remus Lupin didn't cause trouble tonight, I might be able to It must be interesting to see you kill Sirius Black with your own hands."

Weird pride and inexplicable excitement completely dominated him at this moment.

Mu Yu ignored his whisper and looked up at the faint moonlight. For some reason, she suddenly thought of the stubborn, resentful boy sitting in front of her on Christmas two years ago. She listened to his story and tolerated his unwillingness. She also fantasized about her father, but all she got was disappointment and hatred.

She would even do the same thing as Tom, and soon...

"I didn't expect you would choose this time to fuse the Horcrux." She said while arranging the formation.

Naturally, there was no response. She knew that Tom would not speak easily if he did not know what she meant. He became increasingly cautious.

Really boring.

Ravenclaw's diadem shone in her hands, illuminating the ruined house.

"If Peter hasn't come by dawn then we must return to Hogwarts." Mu Yu has always been so calm. She got close to Tom Riddle, and only when she stared into the eyes that she knew so well that she could say softly: "Madman."

Only then could she be sure that what she was pursuing was not a shadow of nothingness. .

The moonlight had slowly moved to the center of the hall at this time. Her wand drew complex traces in the air, and a faint brilliance rose from the four directions of the hall.

"It's time to get started. "

She's not Olivia and she definitely won't be Olivia.

In the Hogwarts principal's office, Minister of Magic Fudge left in a hurry. At this moment, he had to believe that they arrested the wrong person twelve years ago, and Peter Pettigrew was the culprit. He promises that the Dementors will give Peter a kiss right away and once and for all.

At this time, no one noticed that when he walked out of the door, he stood for a while before striding away.

There's Dumbledore again, he's never wrong and always cleaning up the Ministry's messes.

Harry and Sirius sat together at the round table. Everything that happened tonight felt like a dream to Harry, and it still felt unreal to him. He will soon have a real home, a real home with his godfather...

Sirius excitedly said to Dumbledore: "I have a house in Grimmauld Place, and Harry can definitely do it during the summer vacation." Live with me. You can't imagine how bad his aunt and uncle are!"

Harry said nothing, but looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"Sirius, I'm sorry I can't agree. Harry must stay at Privet Drive until he reaches the age of seventeen."

Harry seemed to have been hit in the head: "Why?" He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. "Why am I fed up with that!"

Sirius pressed Harry's shoulders gently to calm him down.

Dumbledore said gently: "Sirius can write to you and even visit you from time to time. After all, he has been cleared of his wrongdoing. Harry, remember what I told you in the first grade about the protective spell left by your mother." Lily's protective spell will not expire until you return to Privet Drive every summer vacation. By the way, you summoned a powerful patron saint on the Black Lake. James will be proud of you. "

Dumbledore. " The gentle and gentle explanation calmed Harry's disappointment and irritability. Then he thought about it and there was nothing wrong with it. If the Dursleys knew that he had a godfather...

he couldn't even wait to see their faces.

"Professor Lupine has been teaching me. He is a very good Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Harry hesitated and finally said to Dumbledore, "Also, there is Yu."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Dumbledore's eyes seemed to become sharper when he mentioned Mu Yu.

"She told me to use the strongest emotion to summon the deepest happiness. I never understood it before... But the moment the dementors came over, I suddenly understood. Without those words, I probably wouldn't be able to summon it. Patronus," Harry said honestly.

"It's amazing." Dumbledore was thinking about something, and his voice suddenly slowed down. He repeated over and over again, "It's amazing. In so many years, there is only one person who can compare with her..."

He stopped in time. , restored his kind and kind demeanor: "Tonight is a reunion night. As an old man, I don't seem to have any reason to disturb such a beautiful night. Harry, if you have nothing else to do, you can go and enjoy this night." "

Harry looked at Dumbledore uncertainly, and then at Sirius, who noticed his thoughts and nodded at him encouragingly.

"Professor, something happened during the summer vacation that I never had a chance to tell you. My scar started to hurt. I, I seemed to have dreamed about Voldemort."

Dumbledore's amiable expression disappeared in an instant, and he looked solemn. It was even harsh. Even though Harry knew that the harshness was not directed at him, he still felt great pressure.

Only then did he understand why even Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore.

Harry continued: "I just remember that the noise was very loud, as if it was flying in the air... as if, as if I was thinking about something..."

Harry covered his forehead. Whenever he thought about the scar, he would feel burning pain.

Dumbledore took a step closer and said softly: "What is he thinking about? Harry, take your time, don't rush."

​​"Dumbledore, Harry is tired enough tonight, he needs a good rest."

Dumbledore said to Sirius waved his hand: "A good night's sleep can temporarily make Harry forget all his troubles, but when he wakes up, the pain will still exist and even intensify. Some people have walked out of fairy tales at the age of eleven. No matter what Harry is tonight, The courage to deal with Peter and face the Dementors also greatly exceeded my expectations. Harry, I hope you can show that kind of courage again."

He knelt down and looked directly into Harry's emerald eyes. A warm big hand held Harry's hand: "Take your time."

The pain in Harry's scar seemed to have eased.

However, no matter how he recalled that layer of memory, it was like there was a layer of gauze between them. He was sweating profusely and shook his head guiltily at Dumbledore: "I'm sorry, Professor, I really can't remember."

Dumbledore did not blame Harry. He stood up and paced back and forth in the principal's office. When Harry and Sirius were at a loss, Dumbledore suddenly said something without any source: "Xianghai is a charming city."

"What?" Sirius said confused. .

"A city located in Kyushu. There will be a grand event next school year. I will go to Kyushu in a few days. It has been a full forty-eight years since my last visit." Dumbledore changed the subject, "Haha Harry, overthinking is not a good thing when you have too many memories..."

He suddenly pointed the wand at his temple, and Harry saw a thin, shining silver thread flowing down the tip of the wand. Dumbledore carefully placed it into a small bottle.

"Just like this." Dumbledore winked at Harry mischievously, and before Harry could respond, he quickly said, "Good night."

However, tonight was destined to be restless. When Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders and walked out of the principal's office, Fudge, who had been waiting outside, stumbled in: "Peter Pettigrew, he ran away!"