Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 358: Please stop by yourself!

() The girl sitting on the edge of the bed had a plain expression, with her slender and tender hands slightly folded on her legs, and her long, crystal-clear white hair fell from the bed, covering most of her pajamas.

She just sat there quietly, just like the Wei Li that Maca knew, a reticent girl, calm and quiet.

In the past few years, Maca has not only grown a lot taller, but his personality has also changed again and again following the influence of his surroundings. But the girl in front of her seemed to freeze time, everything was the same as yesterday.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

She didn't answer Maca's question, but repeated what she had said before. It seems to be saying-other things are not important, I just want to look at you this way, that's fine.

Maca's eyes were gently opened and closed, and her anxious heart could not help calming down at this moment.

Yes, it’s like that with this girl, quiet, speechless, watching time pass quietly...

Although compared to when I was with Luna, the atmosphere of getting along was always less imaginative, but there was also a simple and unpretentious tranquility.

Under this kind of faint peace, Maca couldn't help but feel relieved—this kind of relief almost made him give up...

"Give up?" Maca was startled suddenly, "It turned out to be "give up"?"

Unconsciously, for the first time, he understood the thoughts Villi had quietly conveyed to him. Wei Li seems to be telling him, don't go further, don't keep getting close, just keep the initial distance.

"Please "give up"!"

This is the only will Willie wants to express at this moment.

"When was the last time I was pushed away silently like this, when did it happen?" Maca looked at Wei Li's eyes, slightly surprised, "Oh, was that time?"

He recalled the blue eyes that flashed by the corner of his eyes when "that woman" gave up and pushed him away. At that time, he thought he understood the last look in her eyes, but that was only his wishful thinking.

The only person who could tell him the hidden meaning in his eyes, never uttered a syllable again.

After her death, all Maca did was to choose her tomb without authorization, send her into the soil without authorization, and identify with her "mother" without authorization...

Everything is her self-righteousness, because only then can he say goodbye to his past with peace of mind, and draw the end with "good".

In the future, I will occasionally go back to sweep the graves, chat about recent events without authorization, and then leave with nostalgia.

In this way, it won't hurt anyone, and everything will be "beautiful", won't it?

That’s why someone would say--

Anything you do for the deceased is, in the final analysis, to comfort the living; the deceased has passed away, and the dead will not know what you have done for him.

"Good afternoon, Wei--"

The girl in front of her is silently "pushing" him away, rejecting him, and conveying a pure will in her own way.

In this case, if it was the original Maca, maybe you have already given up? It was like organizing a funeral for "that woman" back then. After being pushed away, she took the initiative to take a step back, and then chose to deceive herself.

Obviously, he can create a false peace by just responding again, but now Maca can't finish the sentence.

Because there is another girl who told him with her own experience and actions that she shouldn't do that.

In the face of her mother's silent farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, nor did she arbitrarily create a happy ending for the "Farewell Without Saying" period.

She can talk about the past frankly with others, and meticulously engrave the incomplete ending in her heart.

"If Luna were assigned to Gryffindor again, I would not be surprised." Maca felt this emotion in her heart.

It's complicated, but it didn't take long. After sighing a little, Maca regained his spirit, and cast his gaze straight on the girl's eyes again.

That look contained an unspeakable determination, which left a deep mark on the girl's mind.

"Maca..."

Villy took the initiative to make a clear response for the first time-she avoided Maca's gaze.

"Villy, I think--"

Maca's words just started, and they were interrupted by a slow sound of footsteps. He turned his head abruptly, frowning tightly, and the staff in his hand gleamed.

"McLean, we meet again."

Looking at the figure walking slowly through the tunnel, Maca stepped one step to block the door of the stone room.

"I thought you would never show up—Voldemort?"

"Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Don’t lose courtesy!"

Voldemort in his youth was indeed handsome.

The upright posture and the bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the soft arc of the corner of the mouth gave the words "arrogant" and "kindness" a harmonious carrier for the first time.

But now, this man's sinister intentions hidden behind that smiling face can be said to be unknown to everyone.

"Oh, and of course you! My distinguished guest, Your Excellency Blois--have been absent for a few days, how are you?"

Voldemort walked to the door of the stone room, over Maca's shoulders, and bowed gracefully to Willie's father.

"Hmm."

Mr. Blois snorted lightly, as if to say that he was not interested in cooperating.

"Why are you here?" Maca squinted his eyes, "I can say it first-I am not in a good mood now!"

"Oh, is this not welcoming me? That's a shame..." Voldemort spread his arms and smiled inexplicably at Maca's cold face. "It's rare that I'm here to tell you a good News!"

"Where can there be ‘good news’ coming out of your mouth?" Maca curled the corners of his lips, a little impatient.

"It's great ‘good news’ for me!" Voldemort clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and his smile became even brighter.

When Maca saw this, his heart felt irritated, and the rule rune on the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

"Don't don't, don't do it..." Voldemort waved his hand, but his expression was not half nervous, "It's not suitable for fighting, is it?"

"I don't think so."

Maca's eyes narrowed, and a cold current rushed to Voldemort, and a layer of white frost immediately condensed in the tunnel.

However, at the moment when the rule rune floated, a voice solidified his movements.

"Do you want her to die?"

It was a male voice, and there was a hint of green voice in that thin voice, which was definitely not from Willie's father.

Maca kept the regular rune in the air, but he turned his head back suddenly, only to see that the tip of Hesga's wand touched Velie's pale and delicate neck, even sinking slightly.

"Leave my daughter!"

"Who are you?"

The voices of Maca and Willie's father sounded almost at the same time.

Behind them, Voldemort tilted his head in a leisurely manner, looking left and right at the regular rune rotating slightly in the air, revealing a curious look.

"Sure enough, I really care about her... also, at your age, I have also experienced...how, am I right?" He smiled while looking at the blue and white runes flashing with ice crystals. He said, "This place is not suitable for fighting and killing..."

"Voldemort! Is that yours? What are you going to do?" Mr. Blois exclaimed, staring.

"Huh?" Voldemort spread his hands and chuckled, "Isn't it obvious what I'm going to do? What do you want me to explain?"

"Deal!" Mr. Blois shouted, "Don't you want to violate the magic contract?"

"Oh-yes! There is also a magic contract!" Voldemort shrugged, "Of course, that's very important... It's a pity, I don't really care about the consequences of breaching the contract."

Others may be afraid of the result of the breach of the magic contract, but Voldemort is not necessarily.

The curse for making the magic contract originated from quite far away in ancient times, and the reason why it can be passed down to this day is of course its extraordinary effectiveness, which has convinced generations of wizards.

The most advanced magic contract is bound to the souls of both parties. If either party breaches the contract, the soul will be completely wiped out.

But for Voldemort, who split his soul and made a batch of Horcruxes, although he certainly didn't want to lose his soul fragments, he might not be able to give up.

"I said before, he is not a suitable trading partner." Maca knew this well, and was impatient at the moment.

Mr. Blois, who was burning with anger, suddenly took a deep breath after hearing Voldemort's vague provocation, and his face strained again.

"Voldemort, it's no good for you to do this." He said coldly, "You have to think about it! If you don't want to offend my Blois family, just stop!"

"Of course, of course I will stop..." Voldemort nodded and said, "I only have one request-please stop it by yourself, my friend!"

He said ~IndoMTL.com~ and looked at Maca standing in front of him.

"If you still want that girl to live?"

The regular rune is still floating and spinning in the air, crystal clear, exuding a faint chill. But Maca's hand seemed to be frozen stiff, holding the wand tightly and motionless.

In the air, in addition to the smell of sulfur coming in from outside the tunnel, there seems to be an unspeakable silence.

Voldemort is looking at him with a smile on his face; Mr. Blois is also looking at him with indifference in his eyes; the "Hacega" may be looking at him as well...

Of course, there are also girls who are being held hostage.

She should still be sitting on the edge of the bed now, right? What kind of expression is she now...? Maca did not dare to look back, because Maca knew very well that the girl would not show any expression.

She has been like that since he first saw her.

"...Villy."