Chapter 85 Abnormality

Mu Yu suppressed the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, and could not even hold the white fresh bottle steady. A few drops of fresh white blood were dripped on the wound on his left hand, and a faint green smoke came out. The wound seemed to have grown for several days and was covered with a layer of new skin.

She took another piece of snow lotus in her mouth and then managed to stand up. The thick blood in the air gradually dissipated in the smoke emitted by the wand. She pointed her wand at the person on the ground, and the silver-white light entered her temples, slowly modifying her memory. She couldn't let anyone know her whereabouts.

There will be civil strife in Kunlun after today, and it is not advisable to stay in Kyushu for too long. It's a pity, she originally wanted to see what scale Shen Xu has achieved now.

When she saw the only sticker on the dirt wall, she knew there was no need to look. The shiny look of the sticker was incompatible with this house, and the only line of text on it was circled repeatedly.

"God listens to suffering, and God watches over ideals."

No matter how weak she was, she forced herself to stand up, first rubbing the words over and over again, then pressing her face against it, and repeatedly tracing the circle surrounding the font. What is enclosed in each circle is not just a line of words.

She couldn't imagine how desperate she would be before she would put everything into prayer, and she didn't know how to squeeze out a little bit of hope from begging again and again. She will only push everyone further to the dead end and create a beam from above.

Her weak body could no longer hold up, and she slid down against the wall. Mu Yi didn't know where she refined the poison. The poison was so overbearing. If it hadn't been for the mistake in the cave, she would have died today.

She didn't expect that Tom would use the magic circle to establish contact with her at this time. Even though the magic circle allowed their souls to communicate, they had never used it, as if there was an invisible barrier between Hogwarts and Riddle's old house.

The fantasy created by Tom Riddle has no color except darkness. Only their two souls were left in the boundless and endless space. Mu Yu's soul now seemed even more transparent and fragile than his still incomplete soul.

She was still standing firmly in front of him, as if she wasn't hurt at all. She suddenly remembered Mu Yi's words. Even though Mu Yi was not well-intentioned, she still felt unexplainable embarrassment when she thought about it. She unconsciously avoided Tom Riddle's gaze.

This obviously angered the latter.

"Yu, look at me."

Mu Yu only glanced at him, but found that he had transformed into a sixteen-year-old appearance, which was exactly the same as the memory stored in the Horcrux. At this time, curiosity completely took over, making her completely forget about the slightest hint of embarrassment.

"Tom," Mu Yu observed his transformed face with interest, "You don't have to do this at all. Why do you still use this face if you hate it so much?"

"It's just for the time being." He answered so quickly.

The answer is not what was asked. Mu Yu didn't want to get too entangled with him on this issue: "I got the phoenix pine branches and leaves and the phoenix fruit." She omitted the grudge between her and Mu Yi, and didn't even mention the cause and effect. To her surprise, when he mentioned the Phoenix Pine, a priceless treasure, there was no greed or the pleasure of successful conspiracy in his eyes, as if she just went to Diagon Alley to buy something.

"You were seriously injured," Tom Riddle looked at Mu Yu's soul. His eyes finally settled on the lower abdomen, where Mu Yi's poison-quenched sword had penetrated deeply not long ago. He stretched out his hand tentatively, as if he wanted to touch the non-existent scar, but before he could get close to her, she had already subconsciously avoided it.

"Even if Seizing the Body consumes most of his strength, and with the blessing of Li Huo, it will not be easy to kill him." Mu Yu moved further away from him, which made his handsome face distort in an instant.

"He said cause and effect..."

Mu Yu was surprised to notice that there was anger in his voice.

"Just listen to what Mu Yi said. You won't make the mistake of trusting the enemy's instigation, especially...he is also our common enemy," she did not miss that he winked slightly when he mentioned the common enemy. "Tom, tell me, who annoyed you, you are unusual today."

Every word he said today was abnormal.

Mu Yu could always guess his thoughts quickly.

Tom Riddle clenched his fists, not missing the amusement in her eyes.

"Back after the Quidditch World Cup, the last Horcrux should be fused." He gently lifted a strand of hair from her forehead, "It won't be like last time."

She wanted to back out, but finally gave up. This move.

"Because it's not the right time yet," they walked side by side in this void, the whole space was so quiet that they couldn't even hear their footsteps. After a long time, they said, "You should really see where I am now." There was a hint

in her voice . They were all excited: "Shen Xu is still living in the dream of restoring the clan. He thinks that I can do whatever I want if I am not in Kyushu, and thinks that the clan is the god. He is wrong." There

are many things that they have always talked about between them. Tom Riddle only needed to ensure that he was aware of the trends at all times. As for how Mu Yu would act, he never asked much, just like Mu Yu never asked how he would deal with his former subordinates.

It's like a silent understanding, but also like a deliberately maintained distance. It seems that once this distance is crossed, it will be an abyss for both of them.

"I'm going to watch the World Cup during the summer vacation." He suddenly mentioned it without any warning.

Mu Yu didn't react for a moment, and was stunned before saying, "It's time for Greengrass to take the next step. He certainly can't wait."

"Potter will go too."

She didn't know how he suddenly changed from The World Cup also talked about Harry Potter: "The Ministry of Magic will definitely make thorough preparations for the World Cup. There are too many wizards coming, so it is not a good time."

She explained the reasons softly, and even gave a rare comforting voice. He: "The tournament is the best time, Tom. There is still one year..."

"I will not be stupid enough to kill the Boy-Who-Lived in front of so many wizards." Even though he knew that Mu Yu was right, Tom Riddle still felt extremely uncomfortable, as if she was always a little softer than usual when talking about Harry Potter, "I saw some strange thoughts in that boy's head..."

He stopped abruptly . .

"I didn't know that you would be so bored as to treat a fourteen-year-old boy with Legilimency." Mu Yu rolled his eyes and said with interest. When he said this, he completely forgot that he was not even fourteen years old.

"I sometimes connect to his thoughts," Tom Riddle quickly explained, "Maybe it's because of the protective spell cast by that woman."

Maybe he didn't even know that a blush quickly passed over his ears, Mu Yu He acted as if he hadn't noticed anything and changed the subject as if nothing had happened: "When I return to England tomorrow, I will immediately clear out the house and move it to another place. The old Riddle house is not a permanent place. Dumbledore understands your past. That's where he will think of immediately. "

Mu Yu's soul is becoming more and more transparent. She can no longer stay in the illusion array for long. Her soul needs to be nourished. After all, there are more troubles to solve when she returns to England.

"It's time for me to go. I will go back after the Quidditch World Cup."

The phantom formation was gradually collapsing, and Tom Riddle still kept the face that he hated so much. At the last moment when the phantom formation collapsed, he suddenly whispered: " Happy birthday, Yu."

The illusion dissipated just as she realized that today was her birthday, and what followed turned out to be a ridiculous thought.

She never asked Tom's birthday.

The idea was thrown out of her mind as soon as it occurred, and it was best never to think about it again.

She leaned against the wall quietly, leaning against the dirty wall, making sure over and over again that every extra thought in her mind was tightly locked. A trace of the rising sun showed through the small window covered with dirt, which made her have a splitting headache.

She straightened up while holding on to the wall, and arranged every fold of her clothes very carefully. Shen Yi

stood upright outside as if she had made an appointment long ago. When she came out, she almost bowed to the ground: "Please allow me to offer you the Shen family's true gift."

Mu Yu had already changed into black at this time. Wearing a long skirt, her hair was still loosely tied back with a red rope. The sunlight not only weakened her frailty, but also added a bit of inaccessible sanctity to her. This halo of hypocrisy perfectly covers all sin.

Shen Yi almost questioned this decision.

"You finally made your choice," Mu Yu smiled and held his arm, seemingly intimate, but her hands tightened little by little, "I hope this is a surprise."

Shen Yi held a picture tightly in her hand, ensuring that it would be in the sunshine. She could see every detail clearly. The picture was not particularly clear, but it was enough for phantom migration.

The slight sound was fainter than a mouse crossing a garbage bag in the noisy left-behind area. When they regained consciousness, they were already deep in another place, and the hot and humid air rushed towards their faces, mixed with various unspeakable smells.

They were at the top of a building, and the well-designed glass did its best to isolate most of the dirt and filth, but it couldn't get rid of the lingering blood. Looking around, you can see that there are many scattered buildings, crowded together within the towering walls that cannot be seen at the end.

The location is also extremely clever, allowing you to have a panoramic view of the various figures in each building. They are busy, struggling, escaping, shouting, and screaming. From this point of view, they are just like chess pieces fixed on a chessboard.

Mu Yu stood in front of the window, admiring this rather spectacular sight of all living beings: "It turns out that the left-behind area is not all of you."

Once here, Shen Yi even became less humble and stood with her in front of the window. : "Only my cousin thinks that every piece of gold in our hands is the accumulation of the Shen family, and it comes cleanly and pure. Back then, we were forced to have no way out by Kunlun, and we went through many hardships here - countless intrigues, countless A narrow escape from death. At first, it was all my cousin's fault, but later he found that I was more suitable."

The girl next to her lowered her head and pinched the hem of her skirt, as if she didn't care what he was saying.

Shen Yi's eyes were shining in the filthy miasma: "How can my cousin fit into these conspiracies? He is a direct descendant. He was born when the Shen family was not yet lonely. He learned the way of a gentleman. He is brilliant and brilliant. How can he know how to do this? It's different for me to deal with villains. I was born humble and had no one to teach me. Escape, conquest, scams, and business all taught me how to survive and play tricks."

Mu Yu was still studying the subtle patterns on the skirt, which was undoubtedly true. He was embarrassed and couldn't help but raise his voice: "I saved these rubbish. Without me, they would still be hiding from debts, running away like mice, and living worse than those in the left-behind area. It's the Shen family, no, it's me. Shen Yi put an end to everything. It was me who used these wastes and brought all the shady industries that grew in the left-behind area under my control. I should feel honored to be able to contribute these wastes to our cause by continuously providing support.

" His attitude was still respectful, but it always sounded weird: "You are playing with weapons. Of course I am familiar with this. This cannot be done with a few pieces of gold. No matter how many times the Mu family's gold mountain is mined, it will not be enough to meet your ambitions." ," He moved closer to Mu Yu, his smile becoming more exaggerated, "I am the best partner, a more reliable partner than the people in Norway..."

The screams replaced what he wanted to say next. The scene outside the door can be clearly seen from the dark room they are currently in. A large group of people were being pushed forward like pigs, like a group of lambs being carried into a slaughterhouse.

Mu Yu looked at Shen Yi playfully, who lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking.

She played with the wand in her hand, immersed in the screams one after another, enjoying the despair and ideal seeping out of it.

"Then let me see your sincerity and see what value there is in such a piece of garbage." She suddenly laughed, her eyes seemed not to be dizzy at all by the filth here, and her pupils blinked. It seems to reflect the lake, and the shadow is tempting to continue moving forward.

When Shen Yi came back to her senses, she only saw the reflection of the blue sky reflected in the glass. At this time, his clenched fists were loosened, and his fingers slid out of track on the glass as if unintentionally.

she left.

Mu Yu didn't leave. She stepped into the filth of the core and walked in the weird-smelling corridors. She walked extremely slowly, walking leisurely in the narrow, iron-caged space, admiring the pupils of each eye in the dim light.

Many of them once had ideals in their eyes, or it was the heart-scratching desire spawned by ideals that made them appear here, melting into a puddle of mud in filth, and even their ideals were about to rot and die in the mud.

The black dress absorbed all the dirt, but made her whole person look more and more spotless.

She casually raised a face - a face full of blood and scars, admiring the dying ideal in her pupils.

This was her pasture, her pasture as it should be. At first she circled slowly around the crowd, one step at a time, faster and faster, as if she could see more clearly, as if she could seize some time. She wandered around again and again, like a shepherd inspecting the farm; it was not enough; she wandered around in circles, like a lord looking down on his subjects; it was not enough; the unknown excitement kept pouring out from the emptiness in her heart, and she wandered over and over again. Leading her to get lost.

Not enough, still not enough. She desperately grabbed every trace of grayness in the air, raised her wand, and chanted the spell she had practiced countless times in the second grade.

She raised her head, like the sky embracing the earth.

A silver king cobra jumped out of the wand. The warmth and filthiness all over its body were incompatible with each other, yet they complemented each other so well.

Led by one person, like a sheep leading a flock, the crowd instinctively approached the sudden light source in disbelief. She melted into a blur of light: "Are you desperate? You want to pursue your ideal, but you are about to end it." Bury yourself," she softly blended her sigh of compassion into the dirty air, and whispered into the leader's ear, "Pray to me, ask me to give you strength, pray to me, and ask me to weave ideals for you. "

She stroked the bone-deep wound extremely patiently, waiting for the wound to heal very slowly with the infusion of magic power.

The person being touched began to sob, whether because of the relief of pain or because of the joy of realizing the ideal recovery. He is asking questions for the lost sheep and searching for the path for the fireflies that have fallen into the dark cracks of the night sky.

Even if everything is an illusion generated by extreme despair.

"There will be gods to bless us. We are as humble as mice."

She savored the stubbornness, unwillingness, and madness in this mind that was very different from other lambs: "We are all skins."

"We are as humble as dust."

"We are all . It's false."

"Will you judge our jealousy, judge our resentment, judge our darkness?"

The king cobra lazily wrapped its head around the neck of the sheep and generously gave it warmth. Mu Yu stretched out his hand under the light of the patron saint, as if he was standing in a real paradise: "I never judge my lambs."

More lambs sensed hope and gathered together as if they were snatching food.

What a wonderful despair.

They lay down one by one in the silver light gathered by the patron saint and cried bitterly, not knowing whether they were repenting or rejoicing.

It's all the same to her.

"What price do we need to pay?"

She was impartial and caressed every lamb that came forward equally. She didn't even care about the cracks in her own injuries - after all, they were all bloody, and who would know the source?

"Pray to me, Exchange faith for strength; let more people pray to me, exchange piety for ideals; you can only pray to me, exchange loyalty for hope," she kept whispering, surrounded by people in the halo, and for the first time, she could A glimpse of the ultimate power. She kissed each person's forehead one by one, "Entering my pasture, you will all be new and equal."

The only halo of light above her head was moving away, and she moved silently through the shadows.

Shen Yi knew nothing about this.

"Yuyou, you must have thought carefully about not wearing clothes."

She has not returned to this house for a full year. The house is still cleaned spotlessly by the diligent house elves, and even the flowers outside the window have been taken care of. It has to stretch into one piece. She leaned lazily on the sofa and played with the exquisite porcelain in her hands. The elf sat on the ground and cried and begged.

"Master, please, don't give me any clothes. Is there something wrong with Youyou?"

Mu Yu slightly bent down and looked straight into the elf's huge eyes. She became more and more gentle. It was difficult for anyone to see through the darkness hidden under the gentleness: " Having clothes means you are free. You can go to the kitchen of Hogwarts, and you can even go to Norway. I heard that Norway also gives house elves a salary."

However, Yuyou seemed to be insulted when she heard the salary. Any house elf who wants a salary should be ashamed. Yoyo knows an elf named Dobby. He feels honored to get his master's clothes. He should be ashamed of it!"

"Dobby"

"Malfoy Manor. The former elf. He got the clothes a year ago and went around lobbying other elves for freedom. "Yuyou wouldn't even hide her disdain for Dobby in front of Mu Yu.

A year ago... She suddenly thought that the blocked platform was also caused by an elf...

It had nothing to do with her. She quickly put the incident behind her.

"Are you really willing to stay here?" Mu Yu solemnly asked again.

Youyou sobbed and said, "Yes, yes. Otherwise, otherwise Youyou has nowhere to go."

"Okay."

Before the elf could break her tears and turn into a smile, a green light had already hit her. She fell down with her eyes wide open in disbelief. Soon a burst of flames rose up and burned her little body into a wisp of ashes that fell on the carpet.

"I will not let an unstable factor stay around, even if the loyalty of the house elves never needs to be doubted." She sat up and stepped on the insignificant wisp of dust on the carpet to the window and looked at the blooming Hibiscus flowers outside the window. In vain, she thought of Mu Yi's words.

Divine punishment...

A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, but this confusion quickly dissipated. Since she was stained with blood for the first time, she has never been able to wash it away. This is the path she has chosen, and she will not regret it.

After enjoying this ultimate fun related to planning, she will go to Mingyuan Mountain to see what kind of fate the so-called heaven has arranged for her.

She raised her usual gentle smile again. After such a mix-up this time, the relationship between all parties will definitely be more exciting.