"... I have only one request, please end it yourself, my friend!"
When Voldemort said these words, the look he looked at Maka contained an inexplicable sense of relief, as if he had been waiting for this moment to come.
Maka pursed her lips slightly, and the palm holding the staff was a little pale, but his heart was not shaken.
It's not that he can't die... It's better to say that no matter who he is, he will face the day when he faces death. Didn't Dumbledore often say, "Death is not the end, but another great adventure"
But at least now, he can't die.
Voldemort was not a man of his word. From the moment Willy was kidnapped, he never considered releasing Willy and his daughter.
Willy's father is very strong, which Maka has experienced with her own staff. Maka, who had also fought against Voldemort, knew very well that if Willy's father fought with Voldemort, Voldemort would probably lose.
Once Voldemort loses, he will no longer be Voldemort, and the Bewitched Monument will swallow his soul mercilessly. And on this point, Voldemort himself must know better than him.
Under such a premise, Voldemort would not choose to let Willy go after offending his father.
"…Willie."
Maka turned her back to the girl and called softly at a volume that she could only hear.
"Oh! By the way, didn't I just say that? I have a 'good news' to tell you..."
In this silence, Voldemort's leisurely voice sounded again.
"Before you go to meet death, I think it's better for you to know this news... After all, you have been busy for so long, and you should finally understand the ending in the near future, right?"
"What?" Maka asked concisely.
"Our common teacher, Albus Dumbledore, has gone to the God of Death to have a tea party before you!" Voldemort spread his hands and said with a smile, "How is it? Isn't this great news?"
Maka narrowed her eyes and snorted softly.
"Where did you see such a cold joke? "The Quibbler"?"
"A joke?" Voldemort curled his lips, but stared at Maka unblinkingly, "Maybe! I'm telling you anyway, and I can't control what you think..."
He paused and stretched out his hand towards Maka.
"... Then, it's almost time, please get on your way!"
what to do? Activate the magic power at full speed to fully unleash the power of the cooling rune
No, in a desperate situation, he may be able to ensure that he will not die from serious injuries, but there is absolutely no way Willy can control it.
So, is there any other way? For example, use a secret method to compete with the wizard disguised as Hestia for speed
No, although he is very confident in his casting speed, he cannot cast spells faster than the opponent at zero distance.
But after all, does the other party really dare to hurt Willy
No, this is just gambling, and the gambling chip is still Willy's life...
Countless thoughts circulated rapidly in Maka's mind, and the scene was rehearsed again and again, and then rejected again and again. Even though it felt like his brain was being squeezed dry, he still couldn't stop thinking.
"Why don't you take action yet? Mr. Justice Hogwarts?" Voldemort said with great interest.
Is there really nothing we can do? Really... there is nothing we can do, right
"I'm sorry, Luna... It seems that my decision not to pierce that layer of paper was right." Maka secretly murmured in her heart, "I didn't expect that I would still be a liar in the end."
The next moment, the staff in Maka's hand moved slightly, and in Voldemort's alert sight, the cooling rune gently floated towards Maka's forehead.
"A 'weak' like me should just 'give up' the choice..."
"Maka!"
Just as the cooling rune floated slowly towards Maka's forehead, Willy's voice suddenly sounded. Although the voice was still plain and plain, when it fell into Maka's ears, it seemed to have something more.
"What's more?"
At that moment, Maka only had time to flash this question in her mind.
And in the next moment, an indescribable and strange wave spread out in a spherical shape with Willy as the center. Its expansion was so fast that it seemed to make time seem useless, drowning everyone present silently.
Has time stood still? No, that doesn't seem to be the case...
Except for Weili, everyone else's faces became dull, and their hands hung down weakly, as if their souls had been taken away by something.
For a moment, there was silence in the stone chamber, only the sound of even breathing continued.
"…Maka."
Willy gently moved the wand away from her neck and tiptoed out of bed. The crystal white hair on her back slid off the bed as she moved, almost hanging down to the crook of her legs.
After whispering Maka's name again, Willie silently walked around her father and stood in front of Maka.
"Should you... come?" The girl looked up at Maka's face, her long eyelashes flickering, and said calmly, "Well... probably, I... don't know either."
As she spoke, she took out a potion bottle from her pajamas pocket—the brown translucent bottle was exactly the same as the potion bottle that caused the case outside.
"No, I'm just lying to myself..." Wei Li said quietly, "I'm lying to myself."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stretched out her left hand, tapped Maka's chin with her fingertips, and raised his face slightly. The sleeves of her pajamas slipped down quietly at this moment, revealing a fair white wrist.
Maka, who looked absent-minded, raised her head and automatically opened her mouth a little. Willie uncorked the bottle and carefully poured the liquid in the bottle into Maka's mouth.
The liquid slipped into her throat, causing Maka to swallow subconsciously.
Willy looked at Maka quietly. After pouring out all the potion from the bottle, she raised her sleeves and carefully wiped away the potion stain on Maka's mouth.
Not long after, Maca's unfocused eyes suddenly shrank.
"Good afternoon, Maka."
The greeting was still calm, the tone was still ordinary, but Maka was shocked all over.
"Weili...you..."
What surprised Maka was not the situation in front of him, because he had no time to care about that at the moment. What surprised him was the refreshing smile that appeared on Willy's face.
"… You smiled?"
"Only today is the exception." Willie put her hands behind her back, raised her head and looked at Maka quietly, and answered in a soft voice.
Suddenly, before Maka had time to think too much, she seemed to notice something and quickly looked around. Then he discovered that except for him and Weili, the other three people looked at Weili almost at the same time.
Those three pairs of manic and lustful eyes made him raise his staff without hesitation and block Willy behind him.
"What happened? They..." Maka said warily, "Huh? Voldemort's situation seems to be different from others..."
"hateful-"
Voldemort had obviously regained consciousness, but for some reason he suddenly became extremely painful.
But he was seen covering his head with all his strength, and his body exploded into a black gas with a "bang", but in an instant it solidified again, and even let out a hysterical scream.
"Is this... the power of the Bewitching Monument attacking his soul again?" Maka said to herself with a frown.
At the same time, Willy's father and the wizard pretending to be Hestia suddenly looked at each other, their eyes becoming more and more violent, as if they would pounce on each other in the next second, desperately tearing each other apart completely.
"ah-"
Voldemort let out another miserable howl, and then turned into a ball of twisted black energy, rushing straight into the tunnel outside the door of the stone chamber, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Maka..." Willie took a slight step across and stood next to Maka, "Knock them unconscious."
"Um?"
Maka was stunned for a moment, but saw that Willy's father had raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the other party. He thought no more. He immediately waved his staff and sent out two powerful stun spells.
With two muffled sounds of "bang bang", the two people seemed to have been hit hard and rolled down to the corner.
"…Willie."
Maka, who had no clue at all, looked at Willy again - obviously the only one who could explain the situation in front of her was Willy.
"All this... can you tell me now?"
Willy nodded slightly, but did not answer immediately. She continued to look at Maka showing her smile, as if she wanted to make up for all the past mistakes.
There was a raw tenderness in that smile, which made people feel peaceful.
After a while, she looked at Maka and asked softly: "Do you still remember... that story?"
"What story?" Maka said blankly after recovering from Willy's smile.
"The story you told about the origin of Veela..." said Willy.
After her reminder, a picture quickly emerged in Maka's mind. It was the banquet at Hogwarts where he came to Hogwarts with Durmstrang's teachers and students at the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament.
When he and Willy were talking about Miss Fleur Delacour of Beauxbatons, they talked about the legend from 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 developed a charm that confuses all living beings.
That kind of charm can make people fall into wonderful illusions, and make people become violent and crazy and kill each other unconsciously.
As the girl ran away in fear, the horrific chaos quickly spread. Wherever she went, people were fighting and bleeding...
"Could it be that… "
Maka was stunned and subconsciously glanced at the two people rolling in the corner. When he overlaps legend and reality, a sense of absurdity arises.