Chapter 93:

Mu Yu was packing her luggage on the second floor. She ordered all the supplies in Diagon Alley before the Quidditch match and went to pick them up today. This semester means a lot to her.

The huge clock in the main hall on the second floor has pointed to nine o'clock, but the sky outside the window has not changed at all. Dark clouds piled up in the sky, as if foreshadowing a heavy rain.

She barely slept a wink that night, but she wasn't very sleepy. She stared at the last piece of clothing she pulled out of the suitcase in a daze. Compared with various other books and medicines, this piece of clothing seems particularly redundant among all the luggage.

When she went to the robe shop to pick up the clothes, Mrs. Malkin pointed out that the dress was specially made for her by Shen Xitong.

This is an improved oriental cheongsam. The hem of the cheongsam has been elongated and rolled with simple lace, making it more like a skirt. The original short sleeves have been transformed into wide sleeves, which does not hinder walking. The whole dress is pure white, with a cluster of lifelike blue baby's breath blooming on it. The flowers of baby's breath resemble the twinkling stars in the sky.

Mu Yu lifted it up. He didn't know what the cheongsam was made of. The texture was softer than silk. Even if there is no sunlight, the dim light indoors can actually have a faint fluorescence flowing on the blooming gypsophila.

A dress that was breathtakingly beautiful, but she had never needed anything so flashy.

She was about to put it away when someone walked up to the second floor silently. She folded the dress calmly, and now only one person could go up to the second floor.

The pale hands of the "dress robe" moved over the complex and blooming stars, and the originally bright blue was stained with a layer of gray under the caress of these hands.

"I didn't buy it. I'm not going to take it with me." She put the folded clothes aside and walked to the window. She tapped the glass with her left hand, just like that summer two years ago - she and he were the only ones left in this house. "You capture their ideals."

"It's us," he corrected again.

Mu Yu lowered his eyelids and looked intently at the growing clumps of Bianhua flowers outside the window: "Once some of the Dementors reach Kyushu through the teleportation array, the other chess piece must be moved immediately, otherwise everything will go according to plan. It will feed his heart bigger and bigger. "

They share that formation, and he will know the situation in Kyushu sooner or later, but that is not what he cares about now. He regained his real body, but she still preferred to look at the flowers rather than look at him.

"Look at me." He threatened softly, not realizing that this order was now even softer than talking in his sleep.

The glass vaguely reflected his appearance.

"How did you..."

His appearance when he had just recovered was clearly reflected in the glass.

She couldn't speak anymore. He first played with her hair one by one and rolled it between his fingers very patiently. Then came her cheek, and her slender fingers touched her lips repeatedly.

If that night in Norway was like a basin of ice water being poured down on the head, then now it is a large bucket of hard liquor with ice poured straight into the blood and bone marrow from the Tianling Cap, and with an electric numbness, it gradually quenches every instinctive resistance. In sprouting.

This was the feeling she hated the most. It was as if someone had opened a valve and the previously dusty memories poured down and occupied her whole body: "Madman, let me go."

He also happened to let her go at this moment. Her panic briefly confused him, and soon excitement took over. He seemed to have grasped another weakness of this girl.

He always likes to watch people struggle, especially prey that he has obtained, or objects that he has appropriated as his own.

"I didn't find any curse in your body," he lifted her hair with his wand. "Whether what he said is true or not,"

he was still struggling with Mu Yi's words.

Mu Yu didn't care much and pulled his left sleeve down a little further: "No curse can be hidden from you. Since you didn't notice it, it means it's not there."

Scarlet eyes stared at her for a long time. She had long been able to look at him openly, so that he could not find any flaws.

Tom had stopped using her Legilimency a long time ago, and he didn't know whether he was unable or unwilling.

"After I kill Harry Potter, you don't have to go to Hogwarts. They can't teach you anything there." He stroked her hair again, "This is the body you helped me reconstruct."

It's a pity that the last sentence was so vague that she couldn't hear it at such a close distance.

Really? Mu Yu closed her eyes. She stayed at Hogwarts not just to learn things. In the first grade, she once thought that Hogwarts was her second home. Also in the first grade, she traveled to every corner of the castle with that obsession. In the second grade, when the Horcrux entered her world, The flames burning in the Slytherin common room and the corners of the library were secrets she was unwilling to reveal to others easily.

Until she traveled to the Albanian rainforest to keep her promise.

However, she always knew what was the best choice.

"I won't go, I have more important things to do."

Thousands of thoughts could only turn into cold calculations on his lips.

Tom Riddle sighed softly and touched her face: "Stretch out your arms."

This time he didn't see her eyelashes twitch slightly.

"No."

He said harder: "You don't want to have the symbols I branded with my own hands to become my family, my...friends"

"Family, friends..." Mu Yu murmured and repeated these two words, and suddenly She laughed, she had never laughed so heartily before, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, you are a complete madman."

He had no defense when the girl pounced on him. It was precisely because of being at a loss for a few seconds that a touch of warmth touched the corner of his mouth.

In the memory, the London fog seeped into the street that seemed to be endless, intertwined with the spreading sin, and continued to climb up along with the sin, creating a provocation that you and I would not give in to.

Beyond the territory shared by the two, there is only the boundless unknown.

The unknown means destruction.

No one got any benefit, and both of them stumbled in the entanglement.

"Think carefully about who I am, madman," she turned around and prepared to leave as if she had no regrets at all. "I will be there when you kill Harry Potter." You

could hear the needle drop in the room.

"You must abide by that agreement and you are not allowed to leave early." His coldness at this time was enough to scare anyone, but it could not scare her. "Take this thing away."

The dress robe floated directly into her ring. middle.

"White doesn't suit you, and neither does the sky full of stars."

He kept looking out the window without looking back: "Have a good semester." Everything just happened was like a dream that disappeared without a trace after waking up.

He didn't see Mu Yu wrinkle the front of his clothes when he turned around.

As she walked around, a small section of the sleeve on her left hand was exposed, and a piece of dead skin on her wrist was incompatible with the smooth white skin.

It looked like a piece of skin from an eighty-year-old woman had been forcibly transplanted onto the girl's body, and the cracked marks seemed to be spreading across her entire arm.

Mu Yu arrived at King's Cross Station a full twenty minutes early, and she was not in a hurry to cross the wall between platforms nine and ten. Thick dark clouds still gathered in the sky, pedestrians were rushing around, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing.

She walked straight to a bench in the corner, next to an abandoned dessert shop. Lucius Malfoy was sitting impatiently on the chair. He only touched the chair slightly, as if he thought any more touching would be a stain on his robes.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy," she sat next to him. Lucius Malfoy almost subconsciously moved a few inches to the side, "I have already said what I should say about the arrangements between the school board and the Ministry of Magic last night. I'm just here to emphasize something."

She stared at the ring on her hand and thought: "If you have the chance, find the reporter Rita Skeeter. Her last report on Avides in the Daily Prophet left me with it. A deep impression. It hinted to her that there must be a rich past behind a great wizard who spanned two centuries. What news could be more exciting than revealing this past?"

Lucius Malfoy was further away from her, and he was really unwilling to do so. He was at the mercy of a little girl, not to mention that this little girl grew up in the East, which he had always looked down upon. But he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with what she said.

Even if there were any omissions, he would not dare to ridicule her.

Mu Yu glanced at him, and his thoughts were clearly visible in front of her: "Your son and I have had some unpleasantness, but those are just children's nonsense and do not affect our current relationship, don't you think? "

She politely said the most irritating words in the gentlest tone. Draco was so frightened by the children's nonsense that he had nightmares for a whole month. How could she have the nerve to speak so brazenly in front of him, blaming everything on the child's play?

Mu Yu's black eyes looked at him unblinking, patiently waiting for his reply.

Lucius Malfoy suddenly felt a little cold. That illusion... No one knew what happened to Avery last night, but he had been shivering and unwilling to say a word to anyone since he mentioned it after he woke up. This was a new trick that could only come from...

Draco still had to go to school.

He had to tell Draco to stay as far away from the monster as possible before he got on the train.

Mu Yu didn't care whether his answer was sincere or not: "The Malfoy family is sitting on huge wealth. Has Albert Greengrass approached you for cooperation, such as... some transactions with the French Minister of Magic?"

Simple This question made Lucius Malfoy's heart almost jump out of his throat. How could it be possible that Albert had not asked him a few years ago if he was willing to jointly invest in a project led by Maurice Bernard, and the financial requirements were extremely huge. , it is not a simple project, and the forces behind it are intricate. He has always cherished feathers, so how could he agree so easily.

"Do you want to sit here and grow grass?" She didn't even mean to urge him, she smiled as if she was just joking with him.

"He asked, saying that he and Maurice Bernard have a hugely profitable project, and asked me if I would like to invest." His language had completely overtaken his thinking, "I refused."

At this point, he became stuck. He was stunned, and he didn't know how to explain why he refused, but Mu Yu had already given him the answer: "I'm not surprised that the Malfoy family will never drown unnecessary muddy water."

She clicked everything. Very thorough. Lucius Malfoy reaffirmed that this was a freak. He also had to tell Draco not to mess with anyone but this freak.

He laughed dryly, preferring to bear the Dark Lord's wrath rather than spend more time with this weirdo who couldn't figure out his temperament.

"It's not fair to just let the Malfoy family bear some expenses. I still have some gold in my private treasury. You're welcome, Mr. Malfoy." Mu Yu seemed to be tired of playing with the ring in his hand, and opened his palm to observe carefully. Holding one green-white finger.

Lucius Malfoy's head spins the fastest when it comes to interests. Whether it's to win over some money-minded guys on the school board or to get rid of the grassroots of the Ministry of Magic, he is really reluctant to spend the wealth accumulated by his family like filling a bottomless pit. Get out, the Mu family's private treasury...even he knows there is more than just some gold.

But I also know that there will definitely be a price to pay for using this freak's money, and it is very likely that you will pay more than just gold. But he understood that this was not a request for advice.

Rather than saying that he was afraid of Mu Yu, it was better to say that he was afraid of his master.

Mu Yu walked between the two platforms without waiting for Malfoy's response.

At this point, Lucius Malfoy knew how to make a choice as long as he was not stupid.

The clock at the train station struck eleven o'clock, and the red Hogwarts Express spewed out white steam and rumbled forward, leaving the scenery and even time behind it and rushing towards the gray-black mist in the distance.

Since last night, it has been raining heavily in Nurmengard, and the rain is also mixed with large hailstones. The torrential rain hit the towering fortress, and the stone fortresses and towers made a heavy low groan under the erosion of the heavy rain.

This fortress, this tower also has a history more terrifying and glorious than Azkaban.

There were only two people left on the tower, a prisoner and a visitor. Rainwater mixed with ice slag poured down from the roof that had lost its magical protection, and formed a waterfall along Dumbledore's long beard.

Dumbledore did not apply a waterproof and moisture-proof spell. He stood quietly outside the dilapidated wooden door. The wooden door was covered with moss. Some places were corroded by the constant rain. It was so fragile that a breeze could knock it open.

It happened that it was raining heavily today, but there was not even a breath of wind.

Dumbledore stared at the wooden door as if studying the patterns of moss. He had been here since receiving Severus Snape's letter last night and stood there until dawn. He did not expect that Voldemort would be resurrected at this time, and he was not sure whether Voldemort used the ancient alchemy method. The only thing he was sure of was that someone had beautifully disrupted his preset chessboard.

The unsolved case in Albania, Trelawney's prophecy, the changes in Northern Europe, and Mu Yu, the girl who has always been quiet and well-behaved on the surface...

Norway can be a smoke bomb set by the enemy, or it can be his breakthrough point. Arvidus is a key part. As Grindelwald's latest and youngest supporter, his performance has been perfect for decades. Even now, he can do it when the Wizengamot goes to investigate. Watertight.

Only Grindelwald understands Arvids, he shows enough care for each of his followers, and he understands each person's character. Only Dumbledore could make Gellert reveal his past secrets more than fifty years later, otherwise even the most brutal Cruciatus Curse would not make him speak.

Dumbledore knew this, as anyone who lived through Grindelwald's era knew.

Even if neither of them wants to believe it.

So he came, and he stood in front of this wooden door all night as if he was under a petrifying spell.

Time passes easily, but inner demons never disappear.

Dumbledore's old hand touched the wooden door again, and he could push it open with just a little more strength. Ariana's innocent smile, the confusion in the barn, and the 1945 flying towards him were all seen. The wand caused Dumbledore's strength to disintegrate little by little. He lowered his hands in vain.

Behind the wooden door, a pair of equally old hands also touched the wooden door. His skinny body fell to the ground as if it had lost its support. His lips were murmuring, as if he was trying his best to say something.

Maybe he said it, but the broken words were torn into pieces when they merged into the heavy rain.

Both prisoners and visitors find it difficult to push open the fragile paper-like wooden door. Inside and outside the door lie two worlds of alternating light and darkness, as well as the chaotic and confusing long summer in Godric's Hollow.

At the same time, a letter was placed on the desk of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The beautiful cursive script repeatedly emphasized only one content - be wary of the chain effects caused by Peter Pettigrew's escape, and strengthen the investigation of Azkaban. The restraint of ghost monsters protects the Muggle Prime Minister.

He tore the paper into pieces with disdain, not noticing the gloomy look on Albert Greengrass's face: "Minister, I'm talking too much, but Dumbledore did cross the line," he leaned over and whispered in Fudge's ear, " You should also be prepared. Otherwise, the authority of the Ministry of Magic..."

Seeing that Fudge didn't object, his voice became softer and softer. Outside the door, the entire Ministry of Magic was noisy about the events of the past few weeks, but there was a dead silence in the spacious minister's office.

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There was a small problem with the content of this chapter, so it was delayed for a while. I hope it can be done this time, otherwise there is no other way but to do English reading comprehension. doge (just a joke)