Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 359: Smile in the mist

()"...I only have one request, please stop it by yourself, my friend!"

When Voldemort said this, his gaze at Maca contained an inexplicable comfort, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Maca pursed his lips slightly, and the palm of his wand was pale, but his heart was not shaken.

It's not that he can't die... It's better to say that no matter who it is, he will face the day of death. Didn'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 trustworthy person. Since the moment when Wei Li was held hostage, he has never considered releasing both Wei Li and his daughter.

Villy's father is very strong, this is what Maca has experienced with his staff. Maca, who also fought with Voldemort, knew very well that if Willie's father started a battle with Voldemort, Voldemort would probably lose.

If Voldemort loses, he will no longer be Voldemort, and the Bewitching Monument will swallow his soul mercilessly. And on this point, Voldemort himself definitely understood better than him.

Under such a premise, Voldemort would not choose to let him go after he offended Willie's father.

"...Villy."

Maca turned her back to the girl's side, and whispered at a volume that can only be heard by herself.

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

In this silence, Voldemort's leisurely tone echoed again.

"Before you go to the meeting to die, I think it is better for you to know this news... After all, you have been busy for so long, and finally you should know the ending soon, right?"

"What?" Maca asked concisely.

"Our common teacher, Albus Dumbledore, has already gone one step ahead of you to find Death and share the tea party!" Voldemort spread his hands and smiled, "How about it? Isn't it a great one? Message?"

Maca narrowed his eyes and snorted softly.

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

"Joke?" Voldemort's mouth twitched, but his eyes stared at Maca unblinkingly, "Maybe! I told you anyway. As for what you want to think, I don't care..."

He paused, and gestured to Maca.

"...Then, it's almost time, please get on the road!"

What to do? Will the magic power be activated at full speed, and the power of the cooling rune will be fully exploded?

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

So, is there any other way? For example, use a secret technique to compete with the wizard who pretends to be Hesijia for speed?

No, although he is confident in his casting speed, he can't cast spells faster than the opponent at zero range.

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

No, this is just a gambling, and the bargaining chip to participate in the gambling is still Wei Li's life...

Countless thoughts circulated rapidly in Maca's mind. The scenes were rehearsed again and again, and then rejected again and again. Even if he felt that his brain was almost drained, he still couldn't stop thinking.

"Don't do it yet? Mr. Hogwarts, the righteous?" Voldemort said with interest.

Is there really no way? Really...I can't help it, right?

"Sorry, Luna... It seems that I have never made the decision to pierce that layer of paper. It is correct." Maca whispered in his heart, "Unexpectedly, I would still be one in the end. Liar."

The next moment, the staff in Maca's hand moved slightly, and in Voldemort's vigilant sight, the cooling rune floated towards Maca's forehead.

"For the ‘weak’ like me, let’s ‘give up’ the choice..."

"Maca!"

Just as the cooling rune floated to Maca's forehead leisurely, Villy's voice suddenly sounded. Although the voice was still dull, but when it fell into Maca's ears, it seemed that there was something more.

"What's more?"

At that moment, only one question flashed through Maca's mind.

In the next instant, an indescribable strange wave spread out in a spherical shape centered on Willie. The speed of its expansion seems to have made time seem to be in vain, and it has drowned everyone present in silence.

Is time stalled? No, it doesn't seem to be like this...

Except for Wei Li, the faces of everyone else became dull, and their hands fell weakly, as if something had taken their souls away.

For an instant, there was silence in the stone room, only the even breathing sound continued.

"...Maca."

Villy gently pushed away the wand against her neck, and got off the bed on her tiptoe. The sparkling white hair behind her slid from the bed with her movements, almost hanging down to the bend of her legs.

After whispering Maca's name again, Veri silently bypassed her father and stood in front of Maca.

"Should you...should come?" The girl looked up at Maca's face, her long eyelashes flickering, and said faintly, "Um...probably, I also...don't know."

As she said, she took out a potion bottle from the pocket of her pajamas—the brown translucent bottle, exactly the same as the potion bottle that caused the case outside.

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

Before speaking, she suddenly stretched out her left hand, tapped Maca's chin with her fingertips, and lifted his face slightly. The sleeves of the pajamas slipped quietly at this moment, revealing a white wrist.

Because Maca raised her head and opened her mouth automatically, Wei Li removed the cork and poured the liquid medicine in the bottle carefully into Maca's mouth.

The liquid medicine slipped into the throat, causing Maca to swallow subconsciously.

Villy looked at Maca quietly. After all the potions were poured, she raised her sleeves and carefully wiped off the stains from Maca's mouth.

It didn't take long for Maca's pupils, which had lost their focus, to shrink suddenly.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

It was still a calm greeting, still a flat tone, but Maca was shocked.

"Villy...you..."

Maca is not surprised by the situation, because he has no time to take care of it at the moment. What surprised him was the refreshing smile on Wei Li's face.

"...are you smiling?"

"Only today, with the exception." Wei Li put her hands behind her back, raised her head and looked at Maca quietly, and answered softly.

Suddenly, before Maca could think much, she looked around quickly as if she had noticed something. Immediately afterwards, he discovered that, except for him and Wei Li, the other three looked at Wei Li almost at the same time.

The three pairs of manic eyes with desire, made him without any hesitation to raise his staff, blocking Willie behind him.

"What happened? They..." Maca said vigilantly, "Huh? Voldemort's situation seems to be different from everyone else..."

"Damn—"

Voldemort obviously regained his sanity, but somehow he suddenly became extremely painful.

Seeing that he was holding his head hard enough, his body exploded into black air, but in an instant it condensed into a solid body, and even let out a hysterical scream.

"This is... the power of the Bewitching Monument is countering his soul again?" Maca frowned and muttered to herself.

At the same time, Willie's father and the wizard who pretended to be Hesga suddenly looked at each other, their eyes became more and more violent, as if they would rush to each other in the next second, desperately taking each other completely Torn.

"Ah--"

Voldemort let out another miserable cry, then turned into a twisted black gas, rushed straight into the tunnel outside the stone room door, and lost his trace in the blink of an eye.

"Maca..." Wei Li took a step gently and stood beside Maca, "knock them out."

"Huh?"

Maca was stunned for a moment, but saw that Willie's father had raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at him. He no longer thinks about it. Immediately waved the staff, sending out two coma spells with high intensity.

With two muffled sounds of "bang bang", the two of them both fell into the corner as if they had been hit hard.

"...Villy."

Maca, who had no clue at all, looked at Wei Li again—it was obviously only Wei Li who could explain the situation before him.

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

Villy nodded slightly, but did not answer immediately. She continued to watch Maca showing her smile, as if she wanted to make up for the past.

That smile has a jerky tenderness, which makes one's life peaceful.

After a while, she looked at Maca and asked softly: "Do you remember... that story?"

"What story?" After returning to Vili's smile, Maca said blankly.

"The story you told about ~IndoMTL.com~The origin of Veeva..." said Wei Li.

At her reminder, a picture soon appeared in Maca's mind. It was the beginning of the three finals, and he came to the dinner at Hogwarts with Durmstrang's teachers and students.

When he and Willie talked about Miss Fleur Delacour of Busbarton, along with the ancient legends they talked about.

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

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

As the girl flees in panic, the horrible chaos spread quickly. Wherever she went, people scrambled to kill and blood flowed...

"Could it be that..."

Maca was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at the two people rolling in the corner. When he overlapped the legend with reality, a sense of absurdity spontaneously arises.