harry potter book of crimes

The girl sitting on the edge of the bed had a calm expression, her slender and tender hands were slightly folded on her legs, and her long crystal white hair fell down between the bed, covering most of her pajamas.

She just sat there quietly, just like the Willy that Maka knew, a taciturn girl with a calm demeanor.

In the past few years, Maka has not only grown a lot, but her personality has also changed repeatedly with the influence around her. But the girl in front of her seems to have frozen time, and everything is just like yesterday.

"Good afternoon, Maka."

She did not answer Maka's question, but repeated what she had said before. It was as if she was saying - nothing else matters, I just want to look at you like this, that's fine.

Maka's eyes opened and closed gently, and her anxious heart could not help but calm down at this moment.

Yes, being with this girl is like this, quiet, speechless, watching the time pass quietly...

Although compared to the time when I was with Luna, the atmosphere when we got along was always less imaginative and lively, but it was also more unpretentious and quiet.

Under this faint peace, Maka couldn't help but feel relieved - this kind of peace of mind almost made him give up...

"Give up?" Maka was startled suddenly, "So it means 'give up'?"

Inadvertently, for the first time, he understood the thoughts that Willy silently conveyed to him. Willy seemed to be telling him not to continue to delve deeper, not to continue to get closer, and just keep the initial distance.

"Please 'give up'!"

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

"When was the last time you were pushed away silently like this?" Maka looked at Willie's eyes, slightly lost in thought, "Oh, was it that time?"

He recalled the azure eyes that flashed past the corner of his eye when "that woman" risked her life and pushed him away. At that time, he thought he understood her last look, but that was just his wishful thinking.

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

After she passed away, all Maka did was choose a grave for her without authorization, send her to the grave without authorization, and identify with her "mother" identity without authorization...

Everything is just her self-righteousness, because only in that way can he bid farewell to his past with peace of mind and end it with "beauty".

In the future, I will occasionally go back to visit the tomb, chat a few words about recent events without permission, and then leave with nostalgia.

That way, no one will be hurt and everything will be "good", right?

That’s why some people would say——

Whatever you do for the deceased is ultimately just to comfort the living; the deceased will not know what you have done for them now that they have passed away.

"Good afternoon, Wei——"

The girl in front of him was silently "pushing" him away, rejecting him, and conveying a simple will in the girl's own way.

In this case, if it was the original Maka, maybe she had given up, right? It was like organizing the funeral for "that woman" back then, taking the initiative to take a step back after being pushed away, and then choosing to deceive herself.

It was clear that he could create a false calm by just responding again, but now Maka couldn't finish her words.

Because there was another girl who told him through her own experience and actions that he shouldn't do that.

Faced with her mother's silent farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, nor did she invent a happy ending for that "goodbye without saying goodbye".

She can talk about that past with others frankly, and meticulously carve the incomplete ending into her heart.

"If it were to happen again, I wouldn't be surprised if Luna was sorted into Gryffindor." Such emotion appeared in Maka's heart.

It sounds complicated, but in fact it didn't take long. After sighing, Maka regained her composure and looked straight into the girl's eyes again.

That look contained an indescribable determination and left a deep imprint on the girl's mind.

"Maka..."

For the first time, Willy took the initiative and made a clear response - she avoided Maka's gaze.

"Willie, I want-"

Maka's words had just begun when he was interrupted by the sound of slow footsteps. He suddenly turned around, his brows furrowed tightly, and the staff in his hand glowed with light.

"McLean, we meet again."

Looking at the figure walking slowly from the tunnel, Maka took a step across to block the door of the stone chamber.

"I thought you wouldn't show up - Voldemort?"

"Huh huh huh," Voldemort in the tunnel heard the words and chuckled gently, "My friend is visiting my territory. Of course I, the host, have to come out to greet him... As a wizard, I can't lose my temper.

It’s etiquette!”

Voldemort in his youth was indeed handsome and handsome.

The tall and straight figure, the bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the soft curve of the mouth gave the two words "arrogance" and "kindness" a harmonious carrier for the first time.

But now, it can be said that no one knows the sinister intentions of this man behind that smiling face.

"Oh, of course there is you! My distinguished guest, Monsignor Blois - I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you doing?"

Voldemort walked to the door of the stone chamber, looked over Maka's shoulder, and bowed gracefully to Willy's father.

"Um."

Mr. Blois snorted lightly, as if to say that he had no interest in cooperating.

"What are you doing here?" Maka narrowed her eyes, "I told you first - I'm not in a good mood right now!"

"Oh, am I not welcome? That's such a pity..." Voldemort spread his arms, stared at Maka's cold face and smiled inexplicably, "I'm here to tell you some good news!

"

"How can there be any 'good news' coming out of your mouth?" Maka curled her lips and said impatiently.

"This is great 'good news' for me!" Voldemort clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and the smile on his face even became brighter.

Maka felt agitated when she saw this, and the rule runes on the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

"No, no, don't do anything..." Voldemort waved his hand, but his expression was not at all nervous, "This is not a place for fighting, is it?"

"I don't think so."

Maka narrowed her eyes, a cold wave rushed towards Voldemort, and a layer of white frost suddenly condensed in the tunnel.

However, at the moment when the rule rune flashed, a voice froze his movements.

"Do you want her dead?"

It was a male voice, and there was a hint of youthfulness in the thin voice. It definitely did not come from Willy's father.

Maka kept the rule rune in the air, and he suddenly turned around, only to see that the tip of Hestia's wand was pressed against Willy's pale and delicate neck, and even sunk in slightly.

"Leave my daughter!"

"Who are you?"

Maka and Willy's father's voices sounded almost at the same time.

Behind them, Voldemort tilted his head as if leisurely, looking left and right at the rule rune spinning slightly in the air, showing a curious expression.

"Sure enough, I care about her very much... Yes, at your age, I have also experienced it... How about, am I right?" He looked at the blue and white runes with twinkling ice crystals and said with a smile,

"This is not a suitable place for fighting and killing..."

"Voldemort! Is that one of yours? What on earth are you going to do?" Mr. Blois shouted angrily with his eyes wide open.

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

"Deal!" shouted Mr. Blois, "don't you want to break the magical contract?"

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

Others may be afraid of the consequences of breaking a magical contract, but Voldemort is not necessarily afraid.

The spell for making a magic contract originated from quite distant ancient times, and the reason why it can be passed down to this day is of course because of its extraordinary effectiveness, which has made wizards trust it for generations.

The most advanced magical contract is bound to the souls of both parties. If either party breaks the contract, the soul will be completely destroyed.

But for Voldemort, who split his soul and made a batch of Horcruxes, although he definitely didn't want to lose the soul fragments in vain, it might not be something he couldn't give up.

"I said before, he is not a suitable trading partner." Maka knew this very well and said impatiently at this moment.

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

"Voldemort, this will do you no good." He said coldly, "You have to think clearly! If you don't want to anger the Blois family, stop now!"

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

He said and looked at Maka standing in front of him.

"What if you still want that girl alive?"

The rule runes were still floating and rotating in the air, crystal clear, and exuding a faint cold air. But Maka's hand seemed to be frozen, holding the staff tightly and motionless.

In addition to the smell of sulfur that diffused in from outside the tunnel, there seemed to be an unspeakable silence in the air.

Voldemort was looking at him with a smile on his face; Mr. Blois was also looking at him, with indifference flashing in his eyes; that "Hestia" might also be looking at him...

Of course, there is also the girl being held hostage.

She should still be sitting on the edge of the bed, right? What kind of expression does she have now? Maka didn't dare to look back, because Maka knew very well that the girl would not show any expression.

She had always been like that from the first time he saw her.

"...Willie."