Chapter 233

As soon as Marca stepped into the study, she immediately found the two black flame like virtual shadows in Voldemort's eyes.

Although it is not mentioned in detail in the book of evil, this obvious inhuman feature is mostly related to the influence of the bewitching monument.

Under the silent gaze of the crowd, Marka calmly walked to the end of the table and sat down, facing Voldemort at the head.

"Good evening, everybody." he even smiled at the others.

Just when the atmosphere became more and more dignified, Voldemort's cold eyes came towards Maka.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Voldemort's voice was still a little hoarse, and the tone was much lower than before.

It can be seen that he is very unhappy now, as if he were a venomous snake ready to go. He may bite people at any time and inject the venom in his fangs into each other's body unscrupulously.

But Marca still smiled, as if she didn't care about Voldemort's threatening momentum.

"You mean the tentative plan for the second project?" he shook his head slightly. "No plan is perfect. When things changed, I stopped little buddy's rebellion. I think you should thank me."

"Rebellion?" Voldemort asked, looking at Marca unchanged. "Little buddy crouch?"

"Why do you think he can live to this year?" Maka smiled. "In Azkaban, he should have died long ago, but the fact is that he is still alive..."

"... I think you already understand what's going on, don't you?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and the beating black flame in his pupils became more intense, indicating that his inner activity was intensifying.

"He's a traitor?" Voldemort murmured. "Dumbledore's man?"

Instead of answering Voldemort's rhetorical questions, Marca put her hand around her waist, and then slid a letter down the long table in front of Voldemort.

"Before he died, he thought I didn't belong to either of you or Dumbledore -" he said. "This is his suicide note to his father. He asked me to pass it on to his father. You can have a look."

However, Voldemort did not immediately open the envelope, but reached out and pressed it. His upper body leaned forward slightly. An inexplicable sense of oppression cooled all death eaters behind.

"Suicide note? Evidence?" Voldemort said coldly. "Do you think I'll believe you with just a few lines of paper?"

At this point, he couldn't help humming coldly, and then said, "do you want me to tell you how little buddy is..."

"Bertha Johns, the stupid woman from the sports department of the Ministry of magic, am I right?" Marca said first with a slight smile. "Yes, you cracked the powerful forgetting curse and got the news that little buddy was controlled at home by his father with the soul snatching curse... Well, of course, there are the top three..."

"But," he said, "do you think it's more valuable than these pieces of paper? I don't think it's much worse..."

Bertha Jorgens, while on vacation in Albania, suddenly lost contact. This matter was still in the Ministry of magic for a while!

At that time, Maka remembered such a thing after hearing about it.

Opposite, Voldemort's eyes were still cold.

He didn't say anything, but first opened the envelope, pulled out two thin pieces of stationery and spread them on the smooth table.

In Voldemort's reading and identification, time passed bit by bit, and the wall clock was ticking regularly, which made the silence a little more breathless.

In fact, there is not much reliable information to capture in the suicide note, most of which is his confession to his father.

But one sentence attracted Voldemort's attention:

"... father, you must be vigilant against Dumbledore."

In a few minutes, most people seem to spend seconds like years.

After all, the tentative attack on Hogwarts Castle ended in no progress. Even if the main fault should be on Maka's head, such a group of people didn't even touch the door of Hogwarts, and everyone had to be punished together.

Finally, Voldemort finished reading the suicide note, and then he threw the stationery aside.

Voldemort in his youth was handsome and straight. Even though the black flame loomed in his pupils, it added a more evil color to him.

At the moment, the young Dark Lord frowned slightly, with a trace of clarity on his face.

"... be wary of Dumbledore." he chewed this sentence gently, and felt the authenticity brought to him by the letter more and more.

For people like Tom Riddle, he can understand the so-called "good and evil", but the "fraternity" like Dumbledore is something he simply can't understand.

So what does Dumbledore's behavior mean to him?

There is no doubt that it is "hypocrisy"!

Maka's so-called "suicide note" was full of nonsense. Only the sentence that Voldemort noticed was what he really wanted to show Voldemort.

Such a specious statement just confirmed Voldemort's speculation about Dumbledore.

"Hum, what a rebel. It seems that old buddy has some useful value..." Voldemort said angrily, "so little buddy was going to obstruct your internal response?"

Marca shook her head and said, "he was really encouraged by Dumbledore to obstruct me, but I found him... But in the game, I was trapped in the depths of the maze by Dumbledore's backhand."

Even the audience doesn't know what happened in the maze. Now he can make it up as he wants.

Voldemort closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, but just when everyone thought it was almost over, he suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed his wand and shot a green light at Maka.

How powerful the deterrent effect of the curse of death is, at this moment, it is fully revealed on the miserable green faces of all death eaters.

The green magic light column was too fast, and the distance between the two ends of the long table was not far. Others didn't even have time to think. The light column had cut through the air and came to Maka.

But Maka seemed to have been waiting for the lightning strike.

He saw that his wand had already been held in his hand. At this time, he suddenly turned back and lifted it up, and a slightly invisible regular Rune flashed quietly at the tip of the wand.

Then, everyone present felt a deep chill very intuitively.

Frost, snow white frost!

The ice crystal frost condensed by the water vapor in the air, centered on the tip of Maka's wand, quickly spread to the long table, the ground, the bookshelf, the sofa, and even the roof

Just in the blink of an eye, half of Maka's study was shrouded in a layer of fine frost.

As the key object, the green light column of the curse of death has been rapidly frozen over the long table, and the crystal icicle quickly spread to Voldemort in an instant.

Voldemort reacted quickly. He quickly shook his wand and stopped the curse. The green icicle fell section by section on the long table and broke into pieces of ice residue.

Compared with the original use of Phoenician magic to forcibly mobilize the rule runes, the application method this time really makes the rule runes representing cooling play its due role.

Even the magic flow can cool the frozen rule, which is undoubtedly extremely powerful. Correspondingly, when using regular runes, Maka's magic consumption is really not generally large.

The magic consumed by him alone was enough to be worth the amount of three or five life-threatening spells.

Although deterrence is still more than use value, it's time for him to figure out how to increase his magic reserve.

But there is no doubt that at this moment, he definitely made everyone, including Voldemort, feel great pressure.

What kind of strength is it that will almost coat most of the study with a layer of snow-white frost in an instant?

The Death Eaters couldn't help looking around. Those close to Maka also reached out and patted the frost and snow on their bodies. The shock and fear in their eyes were reflected in their words.

Voldemort, however, did not say a word at this time. He just stared into Marca's eyes, as if trying to see something from it.

But Maka still smiled and calmly sat in her chair, looking at herself by Voldemort.

"What power is this...?"

From Voldemort's hoarse voice, Marca could hear the deep hidden desire.

"Before answering your question, I think it's necessary for me to ask you a question -" he smiled. "Dark Lord, is the way of greeting your hometown to use the Avada curse on guests?"

In fact, Marca knew that Voldemort's sudden outburst was just a test.

If he didn't take it, he would die, and Voldemort wouldn't care much; But if he reluctantly took it or avoided it, it would be a very good attack.

But Voldemort didn't expect that Marca could easily fight him, and the momentum was not ordinary.

This... Is a little embarrassing.

However, Voldemort, who has a bewitching monument as his card, doesn't think he will really be unable to resist. But at least, in his eyes, Maka has the strength of equal dialogue with him now.

On this point, even if Voldemort didn't want to admit it, he was still a little more cautious than before.

"No..." Voldemort said with a rare smile, "I just want to confirm whether you have the strength to be my ally."

Maka nodded and put the wand aside.

"In that case, we should also talk... About the content and specific matters of the last project of the top three competition..."