Chapter 359 The Smile in the Mist

( ) "...I have only one request, please finish it yourself, my friend!"

When Voldemort said these words, he looked at Maca with an inexplicable sense of relief, as if he had been waiting for this moment to come.

Maca pursed his lips slightly, the palm of his hand holding the staff was a little pale, but his heart did not waver.

It's not that he can't die... It's better to say that no matter who he is, he 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 can't die.

Voldemort is not a person who knows how to keep promises. From the moment Willie was held hostage, he never considered letting Willie and his daughter go.

Willie's father is very strong, which Maca has experienced with his staff. Maca, who also fought Voldemort, knew very well that if Willie's father fought Voldemort, Voldemort would most likely lose.

Once Voldemort loses, he will no longer be Voldemort, and the Bewitching Monument will mercilessly swallow his soul. And on this point, Voldemort himself must understand better than him.

Under such a premise, Voldemort would not choose to let Willie go after offending Willy's father.

"... Willie."

With his back turned to the girl, Maca called softly at a volume that only he could hear.

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

In the silence, Voldemort's leisurely voice sounded again.

"Before you go to meet Death, I think it's better for you to know the news... After all, you've been busy for so long, and you should finally know about the ending in the near future, shouldn't you?"

"What?" Maca asked succinctly.

"Our common teacher, Albus Dumbledore, has gone to the God of Death to have a tea party before you!" Voldemort spread his hands and said with a smile, "How is it? Isn't it great news?"

Maca narrowed her eyes and snorted softly.

"Where did you see such a cold joke? "The Quibbler"?"

"A joke?" Voldemort twitched his lips.

But he stared at Maca without blinking, "Maybe! I told you anyway, as for what you think, I don't care..."

He paused, and reached out his hand to Maca to signal.

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

How to do? Stimulate the magic power at full speed, and fully explode the power of the cooling rune?

No, in a desperate situation, he may be able to guarantee that he will not die from serious injuries, but it is absolutely impossible for Willie to control it.

So, is there another way? For example, use a secret method to compete in speed with that wizard disguised as Heska?

No, although he is very confident in his casting speed, it is impossible for him to cast spells faster than the opponent at zero distance.

But in the final analysis, does the other party really dare to hurt Willy?

No, this is nothing more than a gamble, and the bargaining chip for the gamble is still Willie's life...

Countless thoughts swirled rapidly in Maka's mind, and the scene was rehearsed again and again, and then rejected again and again. Even if he felt that his brain was about to be squeezed dry, he still couldn't stop thinking.

"Don't do it yet? The righteous Mr. Hogwarts?" Voldemort said with great interest.

Is there really no other way? Really... there is no other way, right?

"I'm sorry, Luna... It seems that my decision to not pierce that layer of paper was right." Maca murmured inwardly, "Unexpectedly, I will still be a liar in the end."

The next moment, the staff in Maca's hand moved slightly, and under Voldemort's guarded sight, the cooling rune floated gently towards Maca's forehead.

"For a 'weak' like me, let's 'give up' the choice..."

"Maca!"

Just as the cooling rune floated leisurely towards Maca's forehead, Willie's voice suddenly sounded. Although the voice was still plain and unpretentious, when it fell into Maca's ears, it seemed that there was something extra.

"What's more?"

At that moment, Maca only had time to flash such a question in his mind.

And in the next instant, an indescribably strange fluctuation centered on Willie and spread out in a spherical shape. The speed of its expansion is so fast that it seems that time is in vain, drowning everyone present without a sound.

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

Except for Willie, everyone else's faces became dull, and their hands drooped feebly, as if their souls had been taken away by something.

In an instant, there was silence in the stone room, only the sound of even breathing continued.

"... Maca."

Willie gently pushed the wand away from her neck, and tiptoed off the bed. The crystal clear white hair on her back slid off the bed with her movements, almost reaching the bend of her legs.

After whispering Maca's name again, Willie walked around her father silently and stood in front of Maca.

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

Just as she was speaking, she took out a potion bottle from the pocket of her pajamas—the brown translucent bottle was exactly the same as the potion bottle that caused the case outside.

"No, I'm just lying to myself..." Willie murmured, "Lying to myself."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stretched out her left hand, tapped Maca's chin with her fingertips, and lifted his face slightly. At this moment, the sleeve of the pajamas slipped quietly, revealing a white wrist.

Maca with a blank face raised his head and opened his mouth a little automatically. Willie pulled out the cork and carefully poured the medicinal liquid in the bottle into Maca's mouth.

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

Willie looked at Maca quietly. After pouring out a bottle of potion, she raised her sleeves and carefully wiped the stain off Maca's mouth.

Not long after, the pupils of Maca's out-of-focus eyes shrank suddenly.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

The greeting was still calm, and the tone was still plain, but Maca was shocked.

"Willy...you..."

Maca was not surprised by the situation in front of him, because he had no time to take care of those at the moment. What surprised him was the refreshing smile on Willie's face.

"……you laughed?"

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

Suddenly, before Maca had time to think about it, he quickly looked around as if he had noticed something. Immediately afterwards, he discovered that, except for him and Willie, the other three looked at Willie almost at the same time.

Those three pairs of manic eyes filled with desire made him raise his staff without hesitation, blocking Willy behind him.

"What happened? They..." Maca said vigilantly, "Huh? Voldemort's situation seems to be different from the others..."

"hateful--"

Voldemort had clearly regained his sanity, but suddenly, somehow, he was in excruciating pain.

But seeing him covering his head with all his strength, his body exploded into black air with a "bang", but it condensed into a solid body in an instant, and even let out a hysterical scream.

"This is... the power of the Bewitching Monument is attacking his soul again?" Maca frowned and said to himself.

At the same time, Willie's father and the wizard pretending to be Heska suddenly looked at each other, their eyes became more and more violent, as if they would rush at each other in the next second, tearing each other apart completely desperately.

"what--"

Voldemort let out another howl, then turned into a twisted cloud of black gas, rushed straight into the tunnel outside the stone chamber door, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Maka..." Willie took a light step and stood beside Maca, "Knock them unconscious."

"Ok?"

Maca froze for a moment, but saw that Willie's father had already raised the wand in his hand and pointed at him. He stopped thinking about it. Immediately with a wave of the staff, two powerful stun spells were sent out.

With two muffled "bang bang", the two of them rolled to the corner of the wall as if they had been hit hard.

"... Willie."

Maca, who had no idea at all, looked at Willie again—Very was obviously the only one who could explain the situation in front of him.

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

Willie nodded slightly, but didn't answer right away. She continued to look at Maca showing her smile, as if she wanted to make up for all the past.

There was a jerky tenderness in that smile, which made people feel peaceful.

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

"What story?" Maka asked in a daze after recovering from Willie's smile.

"You told the story of the origin of the Veela..." Willie said.

Under her reminder, a picture soon appeared in Maca's mind. It was the beginning of the Trifinals, and he came to the dinner at Hogwarts with Durmstrang's teachers and students.

When he and Willie talked about Miss Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, they talked about the legend of the ancient times by the way.

It was a beautiful girl living in a certain ancient desert country. She seemed to be favored by some kind of bad luck, and she had the charm to confuse all living beings.

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

When the girl ran away in terror, the terrifying chaos spread rapidly. Wherever she went, people were fighting each other and blood flowed...

"Could it be that……"

Maka was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at the two people rolling in the corner. When he overlaps legend with reality, a sense of absurdity arises spontaneously.