Chapter 8 Trophy

It was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival when Mu Yu received the letter from his grandfather. She really couldn't imagine her grandfather using an owl to send letters. But on Friday morning an owl did drop a package to her.

Inside is a letter and a box of mooncakes. Grandpa didn't mention anything in the letter, but simply asked about her situation.

She gently bit into a piece, and the filling was still as sweet as ever.

She picked up the pen and wanted to reply to a letter, but paused the moment she started writing. What should she write?

"Grandpa, about my parents..."

These words were crossed out by her as soon as she wrote them. The owl on the side hooted impatiently.

"The professors are very kind. I met Daphne Greengrass at the opening banquet... I'm doing well, don't read it."

She folded the letter and sealed it solemnly, and tied it to the owl's feet. The owl gave her a sidelong glance. Only then did he flutter his wings and fly away.

She picked out a slug from the pumpkin porridge. Pansy's face changed and she whispered something to Malfoy. It was definitely not a good thing.

After that incident on the stairs, she and the small group headed by Pansy had completely formed a relationship.

After all, they are some pranks, and their methods can be called childish.

There is an essential difference between the sunset at Hogwarts and Mingyuan Mountain.

Mu Yu stood on the astronomy tower, biting into the mooncake in his hand.

Layers of purple smudged between the sky and the waves of the lake, and even the last light that was about to sink at the end of the black lake was also dyed purple.

The black lake covers the setting sun and extends the glow.

Looking at it from a high place is different. Without the hustle and bustle of the city, looking down at the sunset is more like appreciating the last struggle of the prisoner.

"The scenery in the Astronomy Tower has always been beautiful."

Dumbledore seemed to appear out of thin air, and seemed to have been standing behind him for a long time.

"Sir." Mu Yu was just startled by his elusiveness, but quickly regained his composure and greeted him calmly.

She looked back regretfully. With one more person in front of her, the beauty in front of her eyes could no longer be called beauty, it could only be a scenery.

"I hope I didn't disturb..." He glanced at the mooncake in Mu Yu's hand, "Today seems to be a festival in Kyushu, the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day of reunion."

Mu Yu moved to the side and did not answer.

She could see that Dumbledore didn't need a response. When talking about reunion, those blue eyes are filled with beauty that is more intense than the struggle of the sunset.

Mu Yu stared at the railing on the astronomy tower, watching a ray of refracted light escape above.

This kind of beauty is called a story. This old man she had never seen through had a story deeper than the Black Lake.

The mooncake has been eaten, leaving only the last touch of sweetness lingering between the lips and teeth, struggling not to dissipate.

Mu Yu clapped her hands. No matter what the old principal thought of when she mentioned the reunion, it had nothing to do with her, and she had no intention of staying here: "Sir, it's time for me to go." "

Yu," Dumbledore suddenly called Looking at her, he seemed to still be admiring the sunset, "Do you remember our first lesson? Relatives always hope that each other can be happy. There is nothing more important in the world than the wishes of relatives."

"Patronus Charm The most fundamental thing is to make you happy. "It's

an extremely vague comfort, but it's a pity that she has long passed the age of needing comfort.

"Thank you." She

obviously just thanked her reflexively, but when she opened her mouth, she found that her voice was hoarse uncontrollably.

When Mu Yu went back, she was tricked by the steps again. She was accidentally transferred to a strange place by a changing step. This should be the fourth floor. Mu Yu has never been here before. It was dark all around, with only the faint moonlight shining through the window.

"Lumos." Mu Yu took out his wand and said softly, and the top of the wand emitted blue light. She accidentally hit a glass door, lost her balance and fell into a room.

Countless medals sparkle in the crystal glass. This is the prize showroom. Suddenly, Mu Yu's wand shone on one of the huge crystal cups, which clearly read: Yi Mu.

Before she could take a closer look, she spotted four people standing in the corner.

"Malfoy" was Harry's voice.

Mu Yu took the wand and came closer: "Harry, Ron, and Hermione."

She looked at the boy shivering in the corner, and still remembered the boy who asked Toad on the train. She finally remembered it. His name: "Neville, it's me, Mu Yu."

"Why are you here? You are Malfoy's assistant." Ron sounded very surprised.

"Ron, I think Malfoy would rather kiss Crabbe and Goyle than let me be his assistant. I took a long drive in the evening and got here by a step."

Ron and Harry were obviously holding back . laugh.

Hermione exclaimed slightly, a little dissatisfied: "Are you all taking school rules as a joke?"

"I think now is not the time to talk about school rules. Hush, there is a sound next door." She quickly made several complicated gestures: " Isolate the sound so he can't hear us."

"Oh, I have to say this charm is great." Hermione did not forget to explore the unknown charm even at this time.

"Mrs. Norris, take a good smell, they must be here." Filch's gloomy voice came from next door. Mu Yu extinguished the light at the top of the wand: "Run."

Harry and the others ran along a corridor full of armor without saying a word. Filch's footsteps were getting closer and closer to them. What was even more unfortunate was that Neville accidentally kicked a piece of armor, and the clanging sound echoed in the castle.

Mu Yu was a little helpless. Her formation could only block the voices of a few of them, but the noise was more than enough to wake everyone up.

They can only run harder.

They passed through corridor after corridor and stopped in the classroom where the Charms class was held. But Peeves came out from the side again.

He seemed very happy to see them: "Gryffindor and Slytherin students don't sleep, don't sleep. Students don't sleep."

He shouted loudly: "Students don't sleep, in the Charms classroom."

At this time, A staircase happened to turn around, and Mu Yu casually grabbed Neville and jumped up the stairs.

When they returned to the second floor, they discovered that Harry and the others had not followed. Mu Yu said a little tiredly: "Neville, you go back to the Gryffindor lounge first."

I hope the other three can find their way back smoothly.

Neville looked at Mu Yu timidly and whispered, "Thank you."

Mu Yu waved her hand and she walked towards the cellar. The trophy in the trophy showroom, Yi Mu... This name really doesn't look like an Englishman, and it has the same surname as her...

"An Oriental..."

Thinking of the horse man's specious muttering, she suddenly had a thought that made people feel chilled all over. guess.

Her parents had both attended Hogwarts for seven years, and they had never spent a day at Kunlun Academy.

Her mother probably did not die in childbirth at all, and it is even less likely that her father suffered an inexplicable plane crash.

After having this suspicion, she tried her best to calm her upset heart.

Mu Yu did not appear in the small room this time.

This is a small playground with only a simple slide.

Tom was quarreling with a little boy. She is a wandering spirit in this time and space, a wandering spirit that only Tom can see.

Mu Yu clearly heard the little boy call "freak". Tom just looked at the boy coldly, and his eyes met Mu Yu who was standing aside.

What on earth are you? She thought a little playfully.

She looked away and wandered around the orphanage.

There are only two caregivers here, but there are as many as a dozen children.

The entire orphanage only has the small playground that I saw just now, two rooms for the nurses, a dormitory, and the single room where Tom lives.

He was isolated. The conditions here are so bad. The children's dormitory exudes a strange smell, and the caregivers are heard yelling something from time to time.

Mu Yu walked around and finally came to Tom's room. The door handle exuded a cold touch, and she still didn't know whether it was a fugue or a real time travel in her body.

She sat in front of the simple desk. Although it was shabby, the entire desk was kept spotless, with only a black diary placed in the upper right corner.

Mu Yu subconsciously wanted to reach out, but realized that this was most likely his privacy, so he refrained from touching the diary.

There is really nothing extra in this room to kill time with.

"You have to see that no one is stopping you." She felt the dazzling gaze as she held her chin in boredom and counted the mold spots on the wall.

"I'm going to hang Billy's rabbit tomorrow." He had a coldness that didn't match his age.

Mu Yu touched the cover of the diary and glanced at the name below, but still did not open it: "Hang him rabbit, he doesn't seem to be so friendly to you."

Tom pursed his lips.

"Is it enough to just hang the rabbit?" Mu Yu said softly. She paused, as if she was resisting something.

She shouldn't, she shouldn't be going back to the dark past, and grandpa doesn't want her to do this.

Tom came closer to her and put his hands on the table. His hands are also very slender and slender, but who would have thought that such hands could bring endless misfortune to people: "Do you have any good suggestions?"

He smiled very charmingly.

Mu Yu closed his eyes: "How can hanging a rabbit be enough? Hanging a rabbit will only make him hate, and hatred will give him strength. Use your ability to mix the rabbit's eyes into his lunch, and tell him that you ate your own Rabbit, put one of the rabbit's legs on his bed, cover his desk with the rabbit's skin, destroy all his will, and let him see you with only awe and not even a trace of hatred."

She said . Have done it before.

She did the exact same thing. She also did many things and became a nightmare for many people. When grandpa found out, he made her kneel in the courtyard for the first time for the whole afternoon.

That time...

it was too late.

The power of fear is like a drug, once you taste it, it is difficult to quit.

His pupils shrank slightly and quickly returned to normal.

Mu Yu ignored his scorching gaze and continued to whisper: "This is only the first step, and it is also the stupidest step."

His smile became abnormal, as if what was hidden under this skin would soon break through. And out.

"So, what should we do next?"

She was unwilling to answer, just staring down at her toes.

"My name is Tom Riddle. What's your name?" He held out his hand.

I just saw his full name in the diary.

Mu Yu smiled and shook his cold hand: "Mu Yu."

She probably figured out what Tom Riddle was.

Everyone has obsessions. If the obsessions are strong enough, they can travel through time and space, return to the time they most want to return to, and change the past. Obsession must arise when you are at your weakest, when you feel like you are alive but not dead. Such an obsession must be extremely strong, and if the wish cannot be fulfilled, the obsession will dissipate in the long river of time. The past will still be the same past, but if the wish is fulfilled, the obsession will dissipate and merge into the person's own memory.

It is not easy to have obsessions. Even the obsessions of the ascetics when they are dying cannot stop the turbulent flow of time and space.

Whose obsession are you

? What puzzles Mu Yu the most is how she traveled to this time and space.

Mu Yu looked at the dirty streets and the hurried pedestrians. London was desolate at this time. The war is eroding this once prosperous city step by step. She fiddled with the space ring she wore on her index finger. If this was a time and space, she would quite like to see it.

"I want to go outside and have a look, do you want to go?"

She clearly saw Tom Riddle's eyes lighting up a little bit, even though he still pretended to be indifferent. Mu Yu added: "I have a way to prevent them from seeing you." She did not ask Tom Riddle again about his wishes, but directly took out a phantom talisman and hit him.

Mu Yu held his hand, but he shook it away uncomfortably. She didn't care.

"I'm not a child anymore, I don't need help." He said coldly.

"It's up to you." Mu Yu walked towards the door first, and turned around when he was about to go out: "Follow me then. This spell has a time limit."

Tom Riddle stepped out of the door doubtfully. People in this time and space could not see Mu Yu, but at this moment they also turned a blind eye to Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle looked at Mu Yu in shock, with greed in his eyes: "A very magical spell."

They were already approaching the entrance of the orphanage, and Mu Yu ignored his reaction. For some reason, Mu Yu's reaction at this time made him feel inexplicably irritable. He was not used to being with others, but he was annoyed when Mu Yu really didn't look at him again, as if the scenery on the street was more attractive than him.

A carriage passed by along the street, and you could faintly see the splendor of the people inside. But there are more beggars begging along the street. Their clothes were in rags and their breath was dying. The streets are also dirty and everyone has a sad look on their face. Mu Yu even saw a clothing store that had half a floor blown off.

A mother and daughter were lying in front of the clothing store. The little girl lay unconscious in her mother's arms. The mother had used all the clothes she could use to wrap the little girl. Unfortunately, even so, the little girl's body was still shivering in the cold wind.

Mu Yu and Tom Riddle walked silently through the dark streets like ghosts. Sadness and anxiety spread in every corner of the street. At this time, the roar of fighter planes suddenly came from the distance. Screams, cries, and shouts blended into one mass, mixed with the dirty water constantly flowing on the streets, and the sky full of smog, making this time and space seem even more chaotic.

Suddenly the loud noise of the bomb covered everything, and the screams, crying, and shouting were all buried in the ruins at this moment. The sky-high flames rose from a distance, tearing apart even the thick haze. Where they had just passed, a little girl was crying in her mother's arms. In the chaos just now, they were pushed down by the crowd and may even have been trampled. Their condition worsened.

Mu Yu just stood there and watched the mother hold her daughter tightly in her arms. Even if she didn't have much, she would rather give it all.

At least they still have each other.

Fighter planes were still roaring and circling overhead. She felt intense, desperate emotions. Endless despair. Mu Yu spoke for the first time at this moment: "She won't live long." She said this to the girl held in her mother's arms.

The fighter plane finally circled away. Tom Riddle looked up at the gray sky: "Life is so fragile and short."

As if Mu Yu didn't hear what he was saying, she repeated: "She won't live long."

Tom Riddle frowned. He frowned and his voice suddenly became sharp: "You sympathize with her?"

Mu Yu shook her head, and her hand gently touched the little girl held in her mother's arms. None of them could see her, but the little girl seemed to be aware of it.

Mu Yu's hand gently placed on her head: "Sympathize".

She closed her eyes and squatted on the ground. The little girl could still sob weakly, but at this time her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared quietly. sound. Mu Yu watched her warm body turn cold, watched her gradually lose strength in his mother's arms, and felt her breathing gradually stagnate. Her mother seemed to notice something. She suddenly hugged the girl tightly and cried, her tears flowing uncontrollably. But no one gave her an extra look.

What a pity, not even death can keep them apart.

There seemed to be a small voice whispering inside.

No, she just wanted her to be relieved as soon as possible.

"Life is indeed fragile and short." Mu Yu stood up, her hands still trembling slightly. "She was terminally ill. She either died of bombing or disease." Her hands were still trembling slightly. She didn't notice that her usually calm tone had become a little tense at this time: "It's just a matter of getting relief soon. At least, she wasn't in pain just now."

The real pain is never death.

She stood in the woods and watched indifferently as several boys circled desperately in the dark corridor that she had run through countless times, chasing non-existent ghosts behind them.

The girl's hair was hung on the fan, and she was completely awake during the whole process.

The scream was louder than the other.

"What are you thinking about?" Tom Riddle interrupted Mu Yu's memory.

"I didn't think about anything, it's time to go back." Mu Yu looked away from the lifeless little girl as if nothing had happened.

Tom Riddle did not move. He looked at Mu Yu with interest, as if he was excited to finally catch her flaw: "Lie. I saw something. You are thinking about something."

He did not continue to delve deeper. , turned around and looked at the down-and-out mother and daughter with disdain: "No strength or power, just as humble as ants."

Mu Yu looked straight into his eyes: "You are afraid."

"I'm not!" He said He replied subconsciously.

Mu Yu looked at the place that had been bombed just now, and the firelight had not dissipated: "What kind of power do you want?"

Tom Riddle moved the corners of his mouth. If it were another person, he would not bother to talk about such a topic. They are like ants, they have no power, they don’t understand how to have power, and they even have many ridiculous and stupid ideas. But Mu Yu is different.

Mu Yu didn't expect his answer: "It's time to go back." She directly held his cold hand, and this time Tom Riddle did not shake it off. He was still immersed in what he had just seen.

That was Mu Yu's memory.

She had more secrets than he thought.

As they walked on the broken streets and were about to step into the gate of the orphanage, Mu Yu felt that her figure was gradually dissipating. It was time to go back. When she was about to go back, Tom suddenly said: "Let me think about it."