harry potter book of crimes

"...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 his lips slightly, and the palm holding the staff was a little pale, but his heart did not waver.

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 has also fought against Voldemort, knows very well that if Willy's father and Voldemort start a battle, Voldemort will most likely lose.

Once Voldemort loses, he will no longer be Voldemort, and the Monument of Bewitchment will swallow his soul mercilessly. And Voldemort himself must understand this better than him.

Under such a premise, Voldemort would not choose to let Willy go after offending him.

"...Willy."

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 already gone to the God of Death to share a tea party with 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 to indicate to Maka.

"...Then, it's almost time, please get on your way!"

What should I 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 in the final analysis, does the other party really dare to hurt Willy?

No, this is just gambling, and the gambling chip is still Weili’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 about to be drained, he still couldn't stop thinking.

"Why don't you take action yet? Righteous Mr. Hogwarts?" Voldemort said with great interest.

Is there really nothing that can be done? Really... there is nothing that can be done about it, 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 under Voldemort's alert gaze, the cooling rune gently floated towards Maka's forehead.

"A 'weak' like me should 'give up' the choice..."

"Maka!"

Just as the cooling rune floated leisurely 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 that there was something more.

"What's more?"

At that moment, Maka only had time to have one question flash through her mind.

And in the next moment, an indescribable strange wave spread out in a spherical shape with Willy as the center. Its expansion speed was so fast that it seemed that time was in vain, and it silently drowned everyone present.

.

Has time stopped? No, that doesn’t seem to be the case...

Except for Weili, everyone else's faces became dull, and their hands dropped 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 pushed the wand away from her neck and got out of the bed on tiptoes. The crystal white hair on her back slipped from the bed with her movements, 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.

"You...should 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 quietly at this moment, revealing a section of her white wrist.

Maka, who looked absent-minded, raised her head and opened her mouth automatically. Willie removed the cork of the bottle and carefully poured the liquid in the bottle into Maka's mouth.

The liquid medicine 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 and the tone was ordinary, but Maka was shocked all over.

"Willie...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 Willie'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 about it, he seemed to notice something and quickly looked around. Then he discovered that except for him and Willy, the other three people looked at Willy at almost 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 obviously regained his 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 frowned and said to herself.

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 stone chamber door, and lost his trace 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 Willie's father had raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the other party. He no longer thought about it. He immediately waved the wand and sent out two powerful coma spells.

With two muffled sounds of "bang bang", the two of them rolled to the corner as if they had been hit hard.

"...Willy."

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?"

Willie nodded slightly, but did not answer immediately. She continued to look at Maka with 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 at peace.

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..." Willy said.

After her reminder, a picture quickly emerged in Maka's mind. It was the scene at the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament when he came to Hogwarts with Durmstrang's teachers and students.

Dinner.

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 unconsciously become violent and crazy, killing each other.

As the girl ran away in fear, the horrific chaos quickly spread. Wherever she went, people were fighting and blood flowed...

"Could it be that……"

Maka was stunned and subconsciously glanced at the two people rolling in the corner. When he put the legend and reality together, a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.