() "... I have only one request, please make your own decision, my friend!"

When Voldemort uttered this sentence, his gaze toward Maca contained an inexplicable relief, as if he had been waiting for this moment to come.

Maca squinted her lips slightly, her palm holding the staff was a little pale, but his heart was not shaken.

He is not incapable of dying ... it is better to say that no matter who it is, we will face the day of death. Didn't Dumbledore often say, "Death is not the end, but another great adventure?"

But at least for now, he couldn't die.

Voldemort was not a credible person. Ever since the moment when Willie was held hostage, he had never considered releasing Willy's father and daughter.

Velly's father was strong, which Makar had experienced with his staff. Maca, who also played against Voldemort, knows that if Velly's father and Voldemort fight, most of them will lose Voldemort.

And once Voldemort loses, he will not be Voldemort anymore, the Bewitching Monument will swallow his soul relentlessly. At this point, Voldemort himself certainly knew better than him.

Under this premise, Voldemort would not choose to let him go after offending Willie's father.

"... Veli."

With her back to the maiden's side, Maca whispered gently with a volume that she could only hear.

"Oh! By the way, didn't I say just now? I have a 'good news' to tell you ..."

In this silence, Voldemort's melodious tone sounded again.

"Before you die at the meeting, I think it's better for you to know the news ... After all, you've been so busy for so long, and you should always know the ending soon after, don't you?"

"What?" Marka asked succinctly.

"Our common teacher, Albus Dumbledore, you have gone to find the **** of death to share a tea party!" Voldemort spread his hands and smiled. "How is it? Is it a good news?"

Maca narrowed her eyes and snorted softly.

"Where did you see such a cold joke?" Sing Back "?"

"Joke?" Voldemort ticked at the corner of his mouth, but stared at Maca without blinking. "Maybe! I told you anyway. As for what you think, I can't control it ..."

He paused and gestured for Maca.

"... So, it's almost time, please go!"

How to do? Stimulate the magic at full speed, and let the power of the cool rune completely burst out?

No, in a desperate situation, he might be able to guarantee that he would not be seriously injured, but Willie would never be able to control it.

So, is there any other way? For example, use a secret method to compare speed with that wizard disguised as Hesse.

No, although he is very confident in his casting speed, it cannot be faster than the opponent's zero range casting.

But after all, does the other party dare to hurt Willie?

No, this is simply gambling, and the stakes are still Willie's life ...

Countless thoughts quickly flowed in Maca's mind, the scene was rehearsed again and again, and then rejected again and again. He couldn't stop thinking, even if he felt that his brain was almost drained.

"Not yet? Mr. Hogwarts, right?" Voldemort said with interest.

Is there really no way out? Really ... can't help it?

"I'm sorry, Luna ... It seems that I haven't broken the paper, that's right." Maka murmured secretly in her heart. "I never thought I would be a liar in the end."

The next moment, the wand in Maca's hand moved slightly, and in the sight of Voldemort's alert, the cool rune drifted slightly towards Maca's forehead.

"A 'weak' like me, or 'give up' ..."

"Maca!"

As Cool Rune floated towards Maca's forehead, Velly's voice sounded. Although the sound line was still bland, when it fell into the macar, it seemed that there was something more.

"What's more?"

At that moment, Maca's mind had only time to flash such a question.

And in the next moment, an inexplicable weird wave centered on Velly and spread out in a spherical shape. The speed of its expansion is as if making time all seem to be in vain, drowning everyone in the room in silence.

Is time stalled? No, that doesn't seem to be the case ...

With the exception of Willie, everyone's face became dull, his hands dangled weakly, as if something had taken his soul.

For a while, the stone room was silent, and only the sound of breathing continued.

"... Maca."

Willie gently lifted the wand against her neck and stomped her toes out of bed. The crystal-clear white hair behind her slipped off the bed as she moved, almost falling to her leg.

After calling Makar's name again, Willie silently bypassed her father and stood in front of Makar.

"You ... should you come?" The girl looked up at Maca's face, her long eyelashes flickered, and said quietly, "Well ... probably, I don't know ..."

As she was talking, she pulled out a potion bottle from the pajama's pocket—the brown translucent bottle, exactly like the potion bottle that caused the case outside.

"No, I'm just, I'm lying to myself ..." Verinene said, "I'm lying to myself."

The words didn't end, she suddenly extended her left hand, and tapped her fingertips on Maca's chin to lift his face slightly. The sleeves of the pajamas slipped down at this moment, exposing a fair white wrist.

With a look of disappointment, Maca lifted her head and opened her mouth a little, and Willie unplugged the bottle stopper and carefully poured the medicine in the bottle into Maca's mouth.

The liquid slipped into his throat, causing Maca to swallow subconsciously.

Willie looked at Maca quietly. After all the potions had been poured, she raised her sleeves and carefully wiped off the drug stains on Maca's mouth.

It didn't take long for Maca's pupils to lose focus.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

It was still a wave of greetings, still a bland tone, but Maca was shocked.

"Villi ... you ..."

Maca wasn't surprised by the situation at hand, because he had no time to take care of those at this moment. He was surprised by the sweet smile on Willie's face.

"……You smiled?"

"Only today, except." Willie put her hands behind her back, looked up at Maca quietly, and responded softly.

Suddenly, Maca didn't have much time to think about it, and she looked around as if she had noticed something. Immediately afterwards, he discovered that except for him and Willie, the other three looked at Willie at the same time.

The three pairs of manic eyes with desire made him raise the staff without hesitation, blocking Willie behind him.

"What happened? They ..." Maca said waryly, "Well? Voldemort's situation seems different from everyone else ..."

"hateful--"

It was obvious that Voldemort had recovered his mind, but somehow he became extremely distressed at once.

But when he saw that he was holding his head full of energy, his body slammed into a black gas, but instantly turned into an entity, and even issued a hysterical sorrow.

"Is this ... the power of the Bewitching Tablet is fighting his soul again?" Maca frowned.

At the same time, Willie's father and the wizard posing as Hasejia suddenly looked at each other, and their eyes became more and more violent.

"what--"

Voldemort made another terrible sound, and then turned into a twisted black gas, rushed straight into the tunnel outside the stone chamber door, and lost his trace in a blink of an eye.

"Maca ..." Velly stepped slightly and stood next to Maca, "stunned them."

"Ok?"

Maca froze, but saw that Velly's father had raised the wand in his hand and pointed at the other side. He no longer thought much. Immediately waving his staff, he sent out two high-strength stun spells.

With two murmuring sounds, the two of them rolled down to the corner as if they were severely hit.

"... Veli."

Maca, who had no clue at all, looked back at Willie again-it was obviously only Willie who could explain the situation in front of her.

"All of this ... can you tell me now?"

Willie nodded slightly, but didn't answer immediately. She continued to look at Maca with a smile on her face, as if trying to make up for her past.

That smile with a jerky tenderness makes people live in harmony.

After a while, she looked at Maka and asked softly, "Do you remember ... that story?"

"What story?" Marka said blankly from Willie's smile.

"The story you told ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The origin of Meiwa ..." said Wei Li.

With her reminder, a picture quickly emerged in Maca's mind. It was the beginning of the top three, and he came to Hogwarts dinner with Demstrom's teachers and students.

When he talked with Willie about Miss Fleur Delacour of Boothbatten, the ancient legend was mentioned in passing.

It was a beautiful young girl who lived in an ancient desert country. She seemed to be favored by some kind of doom.

That kind of charm can make people fall into a wonderful illusion, and go crazy and kill each other unconsciously.

As the girl ran away in horror, the horrible chaos quickly spread. Everywhere she went, people rushed to fight, bloodshed ...

"Could it be that……"

Maca glanced subconsciously at the two men who were rolling in the corner. When he reconciled legend with reality, a sense of absurdity sprang up.