Chapter 320

"Has that man... Returned to England?"

Chilo's face was hidden deep in his broken hood and asked Maka in a low voice.

"Voldemort? Of course, he's already gone back..." Maka nodded and stared at the shadow in the hood, as if to see through the darkness.

"Really? Yes... Of course..." Chilo said softly, as if he were talking to Maka, but as if he were talking to himself, "... It seems that he failed again, isn't it? Otherwise, you wouldn't appear here so calmly..."

As he spoke, he tilted his head again and looked over Maka's shoulder behind him.

There, the monster leader, nearly fourteen feet tall, was being beaten by a giant made of rock. Until now, there is almost no power to fight back.

"McLean... Well, it seems that I missed a wonderful student..." Chilo sighed and continued, "since you are still willing to call me 'Professor', please leave here as soon as possible... Take shanghaige and the female hybrid giant."

"Professor Chilo, don't you want to say more?" Marca asked calmly. "For example, what did you experience with Voldemort in front of that stone tablet?"

"Hmm? You know?" Chilo didn't seem to expect that others knew what happened to him.

"Yes, I know something... Of course, what I want to know most now is..." Marca looked at him. "Professor Chilo, what kind of state are you in now?"

"Hum, what kind of state?" Chilo shook his head slightly and said, "the waste residue that was abandoned after being used by 'that person'... Like state? In short, it's just waste products that have lost value. All I can do is wait to die..."

"Voldemort may think you are worthless, but I don't think so." Marca chuckled. "Or because he already thinks you are worthless, you are more valuable to me!"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, Chilo suddenly shook all over and seemed to be excited at once.

"So what?" he growled in a hoarse voice, almost out of shape. "Value, value, value! I'm valuable to Voldemort, and now I'm valuable to you - what antique collection am I? Can a person be measured by the word 'value'?"

"... Maka, what's the matter? He..."

Maka turned around, waved to Hagrid who had just run, and then looked at Chilo, who was a little hysterical.

"Do you think using the word 'value' to evaluate you is demeaning you?" he said. "At least in my eyes, everyone can be measured by value - including myself."

"Everything we do is accumulating our own value. Think about it. Why do you study and work hard? Why did Dumbledore hire you as a teacher? Was it because you had a Voldemort stuck on the back of your head?"

"I remember that you traveled around to accumulate practical experience. You wanted to make yourself more valuable and gain more valuable experience beyond theory. What's wrong with your efforts and ideals?"

"Do you think there is a problem with the word 'value'?"

Speaking of this, Maka suddenly shook her head and said, "the word is no problem. The problem lies in the angle you look at it - your experience, your experience, your pain, and your perspective of looking at the world has changed, that's all."

"Do you know why I still call you 'Professor Chilo'?" he paused and the topic changed. "It's just because you're in my heart - still valuable."

"And... Value?" Chilo seemed to lose his strength. Almost his whole body leaned on the troll's leg and muttered.

"Don't you think you still have value? Otherwise, why did you come to such a place? In my opinion, it's not surprising that you died in that mountain forest."

Maka asked directly, "why did you come here so hard?"

"... I don't want to die yet." Chilo struggled after a long silence. "I... I shouldn't die like this... I can't die like this... Worthless!"

"So you escaped from that mountain forest, so you didn't rush back to England, so you hid here... Am I right?" Maka smiled.

"Yes, you're right..." Chilo took a hard deep breath, and the cold air suddenly poured into his lungs. "That day, I woke up from that unknown relic and found that I wasn't dead - obviously, he asserted that he would use my death to achieve his power, but I wasn't dead!"

"Maybe it was for this reason that the black magic he imposed on me was gone, and I recovered my mind. I tried my best to drag this already dilapidated body out of that place..."

"It's not easy," Marca looked at him.

"Of course it's not easy, but this is not the point..." Chilo said with a bitter smile. "The point is that I'm not a wizard at all... What am I now? Squib? Muggle? Disabled? I don't know..."

"By the way, don't you say I'm still valuable?" he said, suddenly lifting his broken cloak. "But I can't even say when I'll die... Maybe tomorrow, no, maybe the next second!"

When Chilo's cloak was lifted, Hagrid on the side couldn't help saying "Oh" in surprise.

No wonder he always sits on the ground in a strange posture. No wonder he always has to hold the giant monster's legs. It's entirely because it's difficult for him to maintain his sitting posture if he doesn't do so.

Chilo was also wearing a wizard's robe more ragged than the cloak, which almost "hung" on him. And in those huge holes, exposed is a dry and deformed body.

The body, as if all the flesh and blood had been drained, the skin was close to the bone, and the whole abdominal cavity had completely collapsed.

And his face, which looked like a skeleton, looked very scary.

He said he might die the next second, but just looking at him would make people doubt why he was still alive.

Even though she had always been as calm as Marca, she couldn't help frowning at the moment.

"Did it just wake up?" he suddenly asked.

"Hmm?" Chilo glanced at him. The beads in his eyes were unusually large on his skull like face. "No, when he woke up, he was just weak. It became like this day by day..."

"It's hard for you to keep your reason..." Maka shook her head. "Most people watch themselves turn into this ghost. They probably collapsed long ago."

"Needless to say, it's useless... McLean, do you still think I'm 'valuable' to you now?"

"Of course," Marca said without hesitation, "even if you are dead, you are valuable - of course, if you are still alive, you are more valuable."

Before the words fell, he turned around and waved his wand gently.

It turned out that at this moment, the stone giant he got out with deformation had knocked the monster leader out. With a wave of his wand, the stone giant suddenly lost the strength to support his body and crashed to the ground.

"Keep these monsters away from here. I'll check your state as soon as possible... I see, you don't have to die. If you really want to die, you can't wake up... According to my research, the bewitching monument won't make you so half dead."

Hearing what Maka said, Chilo simply sighed and snored for a while. The giant monsters seemed unwilling to carry the faint leader and walked away.

Maka moved Chilo into the back cave with the floating spell. Under Mrs. Maxim's stunned expression, she poked and touched Chilo's corpse like body for a long time.

"As far as the physical condition is concerned, there is no other dark magic," said Marca after a while, putting her wand against Chilo's sternum. "It's just that your vitality is obviously disappearing... Well, I have to check your soul again..."

It was a long time before Maka came out of the narrow cave and said hello to Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim waiting outside.

"How's that guy?" Hagrid said curiously.

"I can't die for the time being, but I won't live long..." Maka said, stretching out an index finger. "There's more than a month left at most."

"No way?" Hagrid subconsciously looked into the cave, but saw Chilo still lying on the ground with his eyes closed. "I remember when he was a student, he was actually a pretty good little guy..."

"Is there any way... It's hard to say at the moment," Marca shrugged. "The situation here is complicated! I haven't studied some things clearly... His body and soul are disappearing, and I can't find the specific reason."

It was said to dissipate, but that situation gave Maka the feeling that she was sucked away by something. Of course, this is just his speculation based on some signs.

"By the way, Hagrid... How did you get trapped here?" Marca asked. "Why don't you leave without magic? For example, phantom shifting?"

"He won't... As for me, it's because it doesn't work."

Mrs. Maxim said, drawing out her wand and waving it towards Maka - she saw that the wand had been broken by external force, half of it was swinging in the air, and only a small part was still connected.

"Er... Well," Maka smiled and said, "oak? It looks tough..."