But what Maka didn't expect was that when he returned to the shore, he saw an unexpected scene.
At this moment, a group of people were standing on the shore of Lake Liquini. Most of them were dressed as servants of noble families, and the leader was an old butler wearing a black suit vest and a white long-sleeved shirt.
"Miss Blois? This is..." Maka lifted the spell on her body and stepped forward to ask.
"The servants at home are here, I have to go back."
Willy was still so calm, with no expression on her face, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
"Sir, thank you for taking care of our young lady these days. If you have time in the future, I hope you will come to Paris as a guest at Chateau Blois. I believe the host will be very happy."
The old butler spoke kindly and did not blame Maka at all. Instead, he made an invitation on behalf of his master, showing the ability and calmness of a noble butler.
Maka nodded, glanced at Willie, and then said: "Mr. Housekeeper must have worked hard to find you all the way. When I have time in the future, I will definitely pay him a visit. Miss Blois and I are classmates at Hogwarts. , and we have become good friends. After the next semester starts, I will ask the dean of Slytherin College, Professor Severus Snape, to continue to take care of her."
Maka has always been good at talking.
He knew what Willy lacked, and her family knew it too. Although the situation at home does not seem to be very good from the look on Willy's face, as an uninformed outsider, such a way of expressing goodwill is always the right thing to do.
As expected, the old housekeeper also nodded, thanked him for his words, and then turned and walked towards Willy.
"...Thank you." Willie said softly before leaving, "Thank you for your Christmas gift..."
She turned around and took a few steps forward, but then turned back and added.
"...See you again when school starts."
Maka smiled at her and stood by the lake watching the old housekeeper and Willy apparate away from here.
"It seems that he is still a great pure-blood noble."
He stood on the shore and pondered for a while, then put aside his speculations and dived into the lake again.
After a familiar journey, we arrived at the underwater cave, then walked down the slightly steep stone steps step by step, and soon reached the bottom.
There is indeed a stone door below. It looks very old, but it is not damaged. It's just that the stone door is bare, with nothing on it.
"Open the Alaho hole!" Maka took out her wand and waved it lightly at the stone door.
This was a test move, and Maka didn't expect it to have any effect, but to his surprise, the door actually opened slowly.
"what's the situation?"
Maka poked her head in curiously, only to find that there was just an empty hall inside.
The space inside seemed very large, and the sound of the stone door rubbing against the ground echoed in the hall, which made people feel a little uneasy.
On both sides of the hall, there are a row of supporting columns with rough carvings on them. In the deepest part of the hall, there stood a throne with a towering back, carved entirely from a piece of rock. Although there are some defects, at a glance, there is still a primitive and rough beauty.
The floor of the hall is paved with large flat stone slabs, and there are vague imprints of carvings on them. However, the weathering seems to be too severe, and the specific details can no longer be seen clearly.
"Weathering?" Maka was looking and thinking, and suddenly she was stunned, "Speaking of which, there is indeed wind in this hall, where does it come from?"
This is the bottom of the lake, how could the wind blow in
He waited quietly for a while and found nothing unusual, so he raised his feet and walked in gently.
"Um?"
As soon as Maka reached the center of the hall, she immediately felt dizzy. Suddenly, it seemed that the surrounding scenery was changing.
He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and shook his head, only to find that everything around him had changed! To be precise, this hall suddenly became brand new.
The carvings on the stone pillars became clearer, the gaps on the rock throne disappeared, and even the traces of weathering on the stone slabs underfoot were restored.
"what happened?"
Maka looked around and was about to make a guess, but unexpectedly, the stone door behind her made a heavy moving sound again. He glanced behind him hastily, but was surprised to find that the stone door was not closing, but opening!
He immediately ran a few steps to the left and used a stone pillar as a temporary hiding place. Just as he was hiding, a step came from the door.
"It was clearly opened just now, how could it be..." Maka frowned and thought, "Could it be that the dizziness just now was because I walked into an illusion? This place is not real?"
It's hard to say whether it's an illusion or not, but right now, it seems that someone is coming towards him, and solving this matter first is the top priority.
But when Maka waited for a while, she found that the man seemed to have stopped. He turned sideways and looked over there, but froze immediately.
The man was also looking in his direction, and when he poked his head, his eyes met.
It was a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes, wearing an ancient aristocratic outfit. She had a beautiful face, but her expression was solemn, and her eyes were extremely sharp.
"... Rowena?" Now that he had been discovered, Maka had no choice but to step out and test it out of habit.
"My name is Rowena Mila. Young candidate, welcome to the second test." The other party's tone was calm, the content was simple and direct, and there was a faint sense of reason.
Before Maka could continue to ask anything, he saw that all the stone slabs on the floor of the hall lit up with a dazzling blue light, shrouding him and Rowena in it.
Maka only had time to glance at the stone carvings on the ground and found that they were all regular runes arranged regularly!
"This is a huge combination of rules and runes!" He thought briefly, and then he disappeared directly into the hall.
The light gradually dimmed, and there were no more people in the hall. No one knew where Maka and that "Royna" had gone.
…
Just when Maka disappeared into the ancient hall, only more than ten miles away, Voldemort was in an extremely bad situation.
"Uh... huh... uhhhhh-"
Under that small ancient temple, there is a very huge underground palace. And in the deepest part of the underground palace, a huge stone tablet was inserted diagonally into the ground, causing large and small cracks everywhere on the ground.
And right in front of this stone tablet, a tiny figure was standing there with his back bent, letting out bursts of painful wails.
"Master... Master, please spare me... Uh-"
That's Quirrell!
Behind him, a shadow made of black smoke was floating in the air, with a hideous and terrifying face. Suddenly, the eyes of the phantom instantly turned blood red, and a cruel and bloody aura suddenly spread. The powerful power contained in it made Quirrell shrink to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
It's just that this momentum went away as quickly as it came, and the shadow suddenly rose into the sky again, turning into black smoke and rushing towards Quirrell.
After a while, Quirrell slowly stood up, his eyes opened, and the blood-red light suddenly surged.
"… Or not"
At this time Quirrell spoke, or in other words, it was Voldemort.
"This ancient stone tablet is indeed very strange. It takes too much energy just to keep one's will from being affected." He muttered to himself in a low voice, and suddenly his face changed, and there was a faint trace of emotion in his red eyes. Angry.
"If it weren't for that boy, why would I come to this stone tablet to draw strength. It's a pity... It's better not to touch this thing."
Voldemort originally loved and hated this strange ancient stone tablet. What I love is that it is evil and powerful, but I hate that it is too evil and powerful.
Voldemort would never come here casually unless necessary. This is all because of the strange ability of the stone tablet - bewitchment.
There seems to be a devil hidden inside this huge stone tablet.
It can bewitch any creature that comes in front of it, allowing that creature to reach a contract with it - while it can give the other party strength, it can also bring physical and mental torture to the other party.
If it is supported, the power will become stronger, but the creature itself will gradually fall into the bewitchment of the stone tablet as the power increases.
Whether it is the gradual loss of humanity, cruelty and abnormality, or other changes, it will bring great harm to the creature itself, and eventually lose its life, and the soul of the creature will be attached to this stone tablet after its death. .
At this moment, Quirrell and Voldemort were one. Voldemort's idea was naturally that Quirrell would bear the contract on his behalf, while he would extract Quirrell's power.
It's just clear that it's not working out well so far.
"... In that case, let's try until we succeed." Voldemort said, squinting his eyes as if he had made up his mind.
At the same time, Voldemort turned into black smoke again, detached from Quirrell's body, and floated behind him again.
"continue!"
"No, no... Master, I really can't hold on anymore..."
"continue!"
"..." Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling and hesitating, but after all, he still did not dare to disobey the Dark Lord's order.
He sobbed and cut his wrist, spilling blood on the surface of the stone monument. With a flash of light and shadow, Quirrell began to cry again, but his voice was much weaker than before.
The terrifying and eerie wails echoed faintly in the underground palace, adding an even more terrifying atmosphere to this place shrouded in darkness.
Behind Quirrell, the red light in Heiyan's eyes became even brighter, and the dark and powerful aura expanded again, filling the entire dark underground palace secret room...