Chapter 358 Please End It Yourself!

( ) The girl sitting on the edge of the bed has a calm expression, her slender and tender hands are slightly folded on her legs, and her long crystal clear white hair hangs down the bed, covering most of her pajamas.

She just sat there so quietly, just like the Veli that Maca knew, a taciturn girl with a calm demeanor.

Over the past few years, Maca has not only grown a lot taller, but her personality has also changed repeatedly due to the influence of her surroundings. But the girl in front of her seemed to have frozen in time, everything was like yesterday.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

She didn't answer Maca's question, but repeated what she had said before. That's like saying——other things are not important, I just want to look at you like this, and that's fine.

Maka's eyes opened and closed slightly, and her anxious heart couldn't help but calm down at this moment.

Yes, this is what it is like to be with this girl, quiet, silent, indifferent to the passing of time...

Although compared with the time with Luna, the atmosphere of getting along is always less imaginative and flexible, but it also has more unpretentious tranquility.

Under this faint peace, Maca couldn't help feeling relieved—this kind of relief almost made him give up...

"Give up?" Maca was taken aback suddenly, "So it's 'Give Up'?"

Inadvertently, for the first time, he understood the thoughts that Willie silently conveyed to him. Willie seemed to be telling him, don't go any further, don't keep getting closer, just keep the original distance.

"Please 'give up'!"

This is the only will Willie wants to express at this moment.

"When was the last time someone pushed away silently like this?" Maka looked into Willie's eyes, slightly dazed, "Oh, was it that time?"

He recalled the blue eyes that flashed in the corner of his eyes when "that woman" sacrificed herself to push him away. At that time, he thought he understood the last look in her eyes, but that was just his wishful thinking.

The only person who could tell him what was hidden in that look never uttered a single syllable.

After she passed away, all Maca did was choose a grave for her, sent her to the ground without authorization, and recognized her identity as "mother" without authorization...

It's all her self-righteousness.

Because only in that way can he bid farewell to his past with peace of mind and draw an end there with "beautiful".

In the future, I will occasionally go back to sweep the tomb, chat a few words about recent events without authorization, and then leave with nostalgia.

That way, no one will be hurt and everything will be "beautiful", won't it?

That's why some people say-

Anything you do for the dead is, in the final analysis, to comfort the living; the dead will not know what you have done for him when the dead is gone.

"Good afternoon, Vi—"

The girl in front of her was silently "pushing away" him and rejecting him, conveying a pure will in her own way.

In this case, if it was the original Maca, maybe he had already given up, right? It's like organizing a funeral for "that woman" back then, taking the initiative to take a step back after being pushed away, and then choose to deceive yourself.

Obviously, he can create a false calm just by responding one more sentence, but now Maca can't finish his sentence no matter what.

Because there was another girl who told him with her experience and actions that she shouldn't do that.

Faced with her mother's silent farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, let alone fabricate a happy ending for that "farewell without saying goodbye".

She can frankly talk about that period of the past with others, and meticulously engrave the incomplete ending in her heart.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Luna was sorted into Gryffindor again." Maca felt such emotion in his heart.

It sounds complicated, but it didn't take long. After sighing a little, Maca regained his energy, and then turned his eyes straight to the girl's eyes again.

That look contained an indescribable determination, which left a deep imprint in the girl's mind.

"Maca..."

For the first time, Willie made a clear response on her own initiative - she avoided Maca's gaze.

"Willy, I think—"

Maca had just started speaking when he was interrupted by the sound of slow footsteps. He suddenly turned his head back, his brows furrowed tightly, and the magic staff in his hand shone.

"McLean, we meet again."

Seeing the figure walking slowly from the tunnel, Maca took a step and blocked the door of the stone chamber.

"I thought you wouldn't show up—Voldemort?"

"Heh heh heh," Voldemort in the tunnel snorted softly when he heard the words, "My friend came to my place as a guest, so of course I, the master, have to come out to greet him... As a wizard, I can't lose It's etiquette!"

Voldemort was indeed handsome in his youth.

The tall and straight figure, the bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the gentle curve of the corners of the mouth made the two words "proud" and "friendly" have a harmonious carrier for the first time.

But now, the sinister intentions of this man behind that smiling face are known to everyone.

"Oh, and you of course! My honored guest, Lord Blois—I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you doing?"

Voldemort walked to the door of the stone chamber, and gave Willy's father a graceful salute over Maca's shoulder.

"Ok."

Mr. Blois snorted faintly, as if to say that he had no interest in cooperating.

"What are you doing here?" Maca narrowed his eyes, "I'll say it first—I'm not in a good mood right now!"

"Oh, is this not welcoming me? That's such a pity..." Voldemort spread his arms, stared at Maca's cold face and smiled inexplicably, "It's rare that I'm here to tell you good news! "

"How can there be 'good news' coming out of your mouth?" Maca twitched the corners of her lips, a little impatiently.

"It's great 'good news' for me!" Voldemort clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Seeing this, Maca felt restless, and the rule rune on the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

"Don't, don't, don't do it..." Voldemort waved his hand, but he didn't look nervous, "This is not suitable for fighting, is it?"

"I don't think so."

Maca narrowed his eyes, and a cold current rushed towards Voldemort, and a layer of white frost condensed in the tunnel.

However, at the moment the rule rune flashed, a voice froze his movements.

"Do you want her to die?"

It was a male voice, and there was a hint of youthfulness in that thin voice, it was definitely not from Willy's father.

Maca kept the rule rune in the air, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see that the tip of Heska's wand touched Willie's pale and delicate neck, and even sank slightly.

"Leave my daughter!"

"Who are you?"

The voices of Maca and Willi's father sounded almost at the same time.

Behind them, Voldemort tilted his head leisurely, looking around at the rule rune that was spinning slightly in the air, showing a curious look.

"Sure enough, I really care about her... Also, at your age, I have experienced it too... How about it, am I right?" He smiled while looking at the blue and white runes shimmering with ice crystals, "It's not suitable for fighting here..."

"Voldemort! Is that your man? What are you going to do?" Mr. Blois shouted angrily with his eyes wide open.

"Huh?" Voldemort spread his hands and chuckled, "Isn't it obvious what I want to do? What do you want me to explain?"

"Deal!" Mr. Blois roared, "Do you want to violate the magic contract?"

"Oh—yes! And the magic contract!" Voldemort shrugged. "Of course, that's very important... Unfortunately, I don't care much about the consequences of breaking the contract."

Others may be afraid of the consequences of the breach of the magical contract, but Voldemort is not necessarily.

The spell for making magic contracts originated in ancient times, and the reason why it can be handed down to this day is of course because of its extraordinary effectiveness, which has been trusted by generations of wizards.

The most advanced magic contract is bound to the souls of both parties. If one party breaks the contract, the soul will be completely annihilated.

But for Voldemort who split his soul and made a batch of Horcruxes, although he certainly didn't want to lose the soul fragments for nothing, he might not be able to give up.

"As I said before, he is not a suitable trading partner." Maca knew this well, and said impatiently at this moment.

Mr. Blois, who was burning with anger, suddenly took a deep breath after hearing Voldemort's veiled provocation, and straightened his face again.

"Voldemort, it's not good for you to do this." He said coldly, "You have to think clearly! If you don't want to anger my Blois family, stop now!"

"Of course, of course I will stop..." Voldemort nodded and said, "I have only one request - please end it yourself, my friend!"

He said, looking at Maca standing in front of him.

"If you still want that girl alive?"

The rule runes are still floating and spinning in the air, crystal clear and exuding a faint chill. But Maca's hand seemed to be frozen, and he held the staff tightly and remained motionless.

In the air, apart from the sulfur smell coming in from the tunnel, there seemed to be an unspeakable silence.

Voldemort was looking at him with a smile on his face; Mr. Blois was also looking at him with indifference in his eyes; that "Heska" might be looking at him as well...

Of course, there is also the girl who was held hostage.

She should still be sitting on the edge of the bed now, right? What kind of expression does she have now...? Maca didn't dare to look back, because Maca knew very well that the girl would not show any expression.

She had been that way from the first time he saw her.

"... Willie."