Chapter 360

"... I have only one request. Please end it yourself, my friend!"

When Voldemort said this, he looked at Maka with an inexplicable ease, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Maka pursed her lips slightly, and the palm holding the staff was pale, but his heart did not waver.

It's not that he can't die... It's better to say that whoever he is will face death. Don'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 man of good faith. From the moment when Willie was kidnapped, he never considered releasing Willie and his daughter.

Willy's father is very strong, which Maka has experienced with her own staff. Marca, who also fought with Voldemort, knew that Voldemort would lose if Willie's father fought with Voldemort.

Once Voldemort loses, he will no longer be Voldemort, and the bewitching monument will mercilessly swallow his soul. On this point, Voldemort himself must understand better than him.

Under such a premise, Voldemort will not choose to let go of Willie's father after offending him.

"... Willie."

Maka turned her back to the girl and called softly at a volume that only she could hear.

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

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

"Before you die, I think it's better for you to know the news... After all, you've been busy for so long. You should always know the end soon, shouldn't you?"

"What?" asked Marca concisely.

"Our common teacher, Albus Dumbledore, has gone to the God of death to share the tea party first!" Voldemort spread out his hands and smiled. "What's up? Is it great news?"

Maka narrowed her eyes and snorted.

"Where did you see such a cold joke?" sing the opposite tune? "

"Joke?" Voldemort's mouth was hooked, but his eyes stared at Maka without blinking. "Maybe! I told you anyway. As for what you want to think, I can't control..."

He paused and reached for Maka.

"... then, it's almost time. Please go on your way!"

What should I do? Will the power of the cooling Rune be completely burst out by full speed urging magic?

No, in a desperate situation, he may be able to ensure that he will not die from serious injury, but Willie can never control it.

So, is there any other way? For example, compete with the wizard disguised as haisijia for speed in a secret way?

No, although he is confident in his casting speed, he can't be faster than the other party's zero distance casting.

But in the end, does the other party really dare to hurt Willie?

No, it's just gambling, and the chip for gambling is Willie's life

Countless thoughts flow rapidly in Maka's mind. The scene is rehearsed again and again, and then rejected again and again. Even though he felt that his brain was almost drained, he still couldn't stop thinking.

"Don't you do it yet, Mr. Hogwarts of justice?" Voldemort said with interest.

Is there really no way? Really... No way?

"Sorry, Luna... It seems that I've never made the right decision to pierce that layer of paper." Maka whispered in her heart. "Unexpectedly, I'll still be a liar in the end."

At the next moment, the staff in Maka's hand moved slightly. In Voldemort's alert line of sight, the cooling Rune gently floated over Maka's forehead.

"For a weak person like me, I'd better give up..."

"Maka!"

Just as the cool Rune floated slowly to Maka's forehead, Willie's voice suddenly sounded. Although the sound line is still plain, it seems to have something more when it falls into Makar.

"What's more?"

At that moment, there was only such a question in Maka's mind.

In the next moment, an unspeakable strange wave spread out in a spherical shape centered on Willie. The speed of its expansion seemed to make time in vain, drowning everyone present in silence.

Is time at a standstill? No, it doesn't seem so

Except for Willy, everyone else's faces became dull, and their hands hung weakly, as if something had taken their soul.

For a moment, there was silence in the stone chamber, and only the uniform sound of breathing continued.

"... Maka."

Willie gently pushed the wand around her neck and tiptoed out of bed. The glittering white hair behind her slipped from the bed with her movements and almost fell to the bend of her legs.

After calling Marca's name again, Willie silently bypassed her father and stood in front of Marca.

"Should you... Come?" the girl looked up at Maka's face. Her long eyelashes flickered and said faintly, "well... Maybe, I don't know."

As like as two peas, she took out a magic bottle from her pocket of the pajamas, the brown translucent bottle, which was exactly the same as the magic medicine bottle that caused the case outside.

"No, I'm just lying to myself..." villenene said, "lying to myself."

Before the words fell, she suddenly stretched out her left hand, gently touched Maka's chin with her fingertips, and raised his face slightly. The sleeves of pajamas slipped quietly at this moment, revealing a white wrist.

Marca, who looked distracted, raised her head and opened her mouth a little automatically. Willie pulled out the cork and carefully poured the liquid medicine in the bottle into Marca's mouth.

The liquid slipped into her throat and made Maka swallow it subconsciously.

Willie looked at Marca quietly. After all the magic drugs were poured out, she held up her sleeve and carefully wiped the drug stains off Marca's mouth.

Before long, the pupil of Marca's eyes, which had lost focus, suddenly shrank.

"Good afternoon, Marca."

It was still a placid greeting and an ordinary tone, but it shocked Maka.

"Willie... You..."

Marca was not surprised by the current situation, because he had no time to care about it at the moment. What surprised him was the refreshing smile on Willie's face.

"... did you laugh?"

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

Suddenly, before Maka could think more, she looked around quickly as if she had noticed something. Then he found that except for him and Willie, the other three looked at Willie at almost the same time.

Those three pairs of manic eyes with desire made him cross the staff without hesitation and block Willie behind him.

"What happened? They..." Maka said warily, "well, Voldemort's situation seems different from others..."

"Damn --"

Voldemort obviously recovered his mind, but somehow he became extremely painful.

But I saw him cover his head with all his strength, and his body exploded into a black gas, but it condensed into an entity in an instant, and even sent out a burst of hysterical wail.

"This is... The power of the bewitching monument is attacking his soul again?" Marca said to herself with a frown.

At the same time, Willie's father and the wizard pretending to be haisijia suddenly looked at each other, and their eyes became more and more violent. It seemed that they would rush at each other and tear each other completely in the next second.

"Ah --"

Voldemort howled again, then turned into a twisted black gas, rushed straight into the tunnel outside the stone chamber door, and lost his trace in the blink of an eye.

"Marca..." Willie took a step and stood beside Marca. "Knock them out."

"Huh?"

Marca was stunned, but saw that Willie's father had raised his wand and pointed to each other. He stopped thinking. Immediately waved the staff and sent out two strong coma spells.

With the two muffled sounds of "bang bang", both of them seemed to have been hit hard and rolled to the corner of the wall.

"... Willie."

With no clue, Marca looks at Willie again - Willie is obviously the only one who can explain this situation.

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

Willie nodded softly, but did not answer immediately. She continued to look at Marca with her smile, as if she wanted to make up for all the past.

That smile with an astringent tenderness, people can't help but feel happy.

After a while, she looked at Maka and asked softly, "do you remember... That story?"

"What story?" Marca said blankly as she recovered from Willie's smile.

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

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

When he and Willie talked about Miss Furong Delacour of busbarton, he was accompanied by the legend of the ancient times.

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

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

When the girl fled in panic, the terrible chaos spread rapidly. Everywhere she went, people fought and bled

"Can you say..."

In amazement, Maka subconsciously glanced at the two people rolling in the corner. When he overlapped the legend with the reality, a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.