Chapter 154

In this wide room, which has been cursed with traceless extension, there is a long dark brown wooden lacquer table. The desktop is spotless and clean as new. If you put your face together, it can even be used as a mirror.

Around the long table, there were neatly arranged high-grade leather backed chairs, which were now full of Death Eaters.

Although they looked different, they kept silent at the same time. This is because their master is sitting at the head end, and his cold vision is far from the other end of the long table.

There, Maka sat quietly, but her mind was full of thoughts.

He did not expect that Voldemort had recovered the human body - at least on the surface. What puzzled him more was that Voldemort's performance was unusually calm.

This is not a good situation for him.

Just now, Voldemort, who had been smiling, suddenly changed his face and asked him a question.

"You said, should I kill you?"

According to common sense, Voldemort's question clearly shows that Maka is still valuable. But can Voldemort really analyze it according to common sense?

When Voldemort was still called "Tom Riddle", although he was really smart and deep-seated, he could still be regarded as a "person" after all; But since Voldemort made the first Horcrux, his mental state has changed greatly.

If it is a "person", it is more appropriate to say that it is a dangerous magical creature that chooses people and eats them.

However, when Maka couldn't make up his mind, but the matter was imminent, his "fight" character began to boil again.

Maka hooked her mouth, squeezed out a frivolous smile, and asked in a very relaxed tone, "kill me? Why kill me?"

Voldemort's eyes became sharp as soon as Marca asked. He stared coldly into Marca's eyes and said aggressively, "why? Don't you think you deserve it because you lied to me in Hogwarts outer court and the coma spell at the school gate?"

"Dark Lord, I don't think you can cheat you with just a few words from a child." Maka spread her hands. "What's more, what's the good for you to kill me now? Just for your heart?"

"Speak with respect to your master!"

Bellatrix, sitting on one side, could not help but scold Marca loudly when she saw that Marca always looked greasy.

Maka glanced at her coldly. The cold eyes made Bellatrix recall the fear of that day again. She couldn't help but press down her words and looked away.

Seeing Bellatrix softened, Maka raised her head, looked directly at Voldemort and simply said, "I think we don't have to go around. To tell the truth, I'm very dissatisfied with Hogwarts now. If I can destroy it, I'd be very happy to see it."

"And since you would let Professor Snape come to me, it's obviously not for those grievances with me. It's really surprising that Professor Snape has returned to your command!"

Marca gave Snape a meaningful look, but the other party ignored him at all.

"It's worthy of being a super first-class film emperor," Maka thought.

But how could he know that Snape's inner activities were complicated at the moment!

Because Voldemort suddenly summoned him with the black mark, Dumbledore simply let him continue to come back as his double agent. He didn't expect that Maka was sent to Azkaban for some reason, escaped from prison for some reason, made a scene of the world cup, and entered demstrom for some reason?

As a result, tonight, he was inexplicably sent by Voldemort to pick up Maka.

Seriously, Snape is ready to watch Marka die at Voldemort's hands.

At this moment, Voldemort's expression suddenly changed when he heard Maka say so directly, and the gentle smile returned to his face again.

"Of course Severus has always been on my side..." Voldemort paused and the topic changed. "Since you have understood what I mean, it would be better --"

He nodded to Marca, said calmly, "to tell you the truth, I always thought you and I were the same kind of people since I first saw you. Look, the facts have proved that my view is correct - a hypocritical and ignorant place like Hogwarts is not suitable for us."

"I believe you will join us and become a part of us sooner or later, won't you?"

Maka also nodded and said naturally, "it seems so right. Since we have the same goal, I seem to have no reason to miss this opportunity."

When Voldemort heard this, the smile on his face became more and more prosperous.

"So, are you willing to join the Death Eaters?"

Maka shook her head calmly.

"Dark Lord, I'm just willing to cooperate with you, but I don't want to be your man," he said, pointing to the Death Eater sitting on both sides of the long table and never daring to say a word. "Do you think I'm just a dog at any time - just like them?"

Before he said this, the Death Eaters showed a fierce expression and looked at him angrily. But now Voldemort was sitting there, which made them afraid to speak at will.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, with a sharp look in his eyes.

"Every Death Eater is my like-minded friend - I think you have to understand that."

When Maka heard this, she couldn't help laughing.

"Well, I made a mistake just now... But my opinion still hasn't changed." he said, "I just want to cooperate with you. As for the identity of 'Death Eater', it's no good for me. I believe Professor Snape has told you that I'm just an academic wizard who likes to study magic theory and do all kinds of magic research."

"To put it bluntly, I have no interest in the 'magic pure blood theory' advocated by you, and I don't care about the life and death of Muggles. I just want to ruin Hogwarts, cheer me up, and then continue my research."

"Cooperation?" Voldemort wondered. "How do you want to cooperate?"

Maka shrugged and replied, "I've just got a good news about the 'top three competition' to be held again in Hogwarts. I think it can be used as a meeting ceremony, and it will also be the beginning of my cooperation with you."

"Severus has already mentioned it to me. What's new for you?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows and said with interest, "tell me."

Maka nodded and said, "do you know what the top three cup of the top three competition is?"

"Top three cup?" Voldemort repeated, shaking his head again. "Isn't it the old cup that has always been in the principal's room at Hogwarts?"

He said, looking at Snape not far from him.

"Master, Dumbledore seems to be going to replace the top three cup with some other magic props, but he didn't say what kind of magic props he would use instead." snape said honestly.

Voldemort nodded and cast a questioning look at Marca.

"I think you'll be interested," Marca said with deep meaning. "It's Ravenclaw's golden crown."

Voldemort looked slightly changed immediately. He stared at Marca and asked, "Ravenclaw's golden crown?"

"Yes, Ravenclaw's golden crown!" Marca's face seemed to flash a touch of enthusiasm. He said excitedly, "it's said that it's a rare magic prop that can increase the wearer's wisdom! Now, Dumbledore would send it as a prize for the winner!"

He seemed unable to contain his excitement, and his voice gradually became higher, as if he was really just a research madman crazy about magic research.

"Dark Lord, I think this opportunity must not be missed!" he continued. "Moreover, this top three competition is also a great opportunity to hit Hogwarts and Dumbledore, isn't it?"

"Ravenclaw's golden crown..." Voldemort said, "this is really a thing that can't be missed..."

Voldemort looked at him, thought for a moment, and then said, "in that case, I can give you a chance to 'cooperate' and see if you can seize it."

Seeing that Voldemort was serious, Marca couldn't help but put away the residual smile on her face. He knew that the next so-called "opportunity" was Voldemort's real intention to come to him today.

He didn't believe that Voldemort, such a ruthless character who always wanted to repay, would easily write off the events of that year.

Sure enough——

"Bear the heart drilling curse for a minute. If you're okay, I can promise you." Voldemort spread his hand. "Since you want to seek 'cooperation', you have to pay off the debt first, don't you think?"

Maka frowned when she heard such a condition.

"Then, who will use this heart drilling curse?" he looked at the Voldemort. "If you use it yourself, I'm afraid it can't be called 'opportunity'."

Voldemort examined the Death Eaters sitting on both sides of the long table one by one, and then waved his hand.

"Lucius."

"Yes... Yes, master." Lucius Malfoy nodded nervously.

"What do you think of him making this spell?"

When Voldemort said this, it was like saying "give you a gift", with a natural and peaceful tone. But what to do next made Lucius, the implementer, shudder.

You know, Voldemort usually uses it to punish the wrong Death Eaters for no more than 15 seconds, a minute of heart drilling curse? Who can stand that pain?

Marca glanced at Lucius casually, then nodded, "in that case, I'll try."