The streets of Italy have a striking sense of color.

On both sides of the street, which is not very wide, the rows of buildings are mostly colorful. Even if the color is used boldly, there is not much sense of disobedience. In addition to the exotic atmosphere, even the maca can feel the precipitation from the Renaissance.

But for now, Maca has no intention of enjoying these wonderful street scenes, and his destination is Pachino, the southernmost point of Italy.

It was a small seaside town on the island of Sicily, full of low mud and stone walls and tiled houses. A variety of potted plants and green vines that line the exterior walls of the houses make the place look full of life.

Willie couldn't wait to slide off Maca's Light Wheel 2000 and hurried to the door of a house. She just stared at the row of flower pots in front of the door, and no matter what Maca called her, she didn't move.

No matter what he said, Willy's answer was only one sentence - "Wait a little longer." ”

Seeing that the Immortal Hidden Elixir had expired, the pedestrians on the side of the road glanced over here from time to time. In desperation, Maca smiled awkwardly and nodded at the passerby.

Maybe people just think these two children look funny, but Maca doesn't have a penchant for being watched.

"Let's go! If we don't leave, we'll become monkeys in the zoo. ”

He grabbed Willy's slender wrist and forced her down the street.

He thought that Willy would at least struggle, but Willy was honestly pulled by him and came to the door of a hotel smoothly.

When it comes to Italian English, it's obviously not very popular. What's more, two teenage children came to the hotel to check in, how it looks like a joke.

In desperation, Maca still gave the innkeeper a "confusion charm" as a gift, and then the check-in procedures were completed. Fortunately, it has long since left the scope of the British Ministry of Magic, and there are no scruples about the use of spells for the time being.

"Let's go practice the Transfiguration Spell again......" Maca muttered to herself as she watched the sky darken outside.

Willy was settled and lived next door to him.

Now, he's got the hang of dealing with Willy. Just give her a potted plant, and no matter what the variety, she can stare at it for an hour or two. What's more, Maca showed her not one or two plants, but his own new herbalist notes.

Compared to the one that was used as a Christmas gift, the contents of this beginner's book seem to be more substantial. It was evident that Willy was very interested, and sat by the window and read it carefully.

But in fact, Willy didn't keep an eye on his hand as Maca had imagined.

She was lying on the small coffee table next to the bed, writing down something in her notebook word by word according to Maca's handwriting.

But after a while, she closed the notebook again.

"Muggle flowers are prettier than those in the wizarding world."

Willy turned her head and stared blankly at the sky outside the window, it was already dusk, and the golden sunset blended into the background of the various buildings, which looked wonderful.

"He said he was going to sea tomorrow...... Are there any plants in the sea? She looked at the sea level faintly visible in the distance, as if she was looking forward to it, but her expression was still so calm.

Suddenly, Willy turned her head and looked at the closed door, staring motionless, as if to see through it.

"He's a very nice guy." She said.

The sun is gradually setting, the afterglow of the setting sun is becoming more and more brilliant, and the window is still bright, but there is also a little coolness.

Willie just sat in her chair, sitting quietly, doing nothing. She seemed accustomed to being alone like this, just calmly looking at everything around her, as if she were just one of the objects.

Time passed little by little, just like Willy's usual life, quiet with a leisurely ......

It was just nightfall outside, but the Pachino people had come very early in the night. Not long after the sun had sunset, there weren't many people hanging out on the streets.

Maca found a flat rocky field by the sea, and with a depressed face, she practiced phantom shifting without any effect, and everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner.

But what Marka didn't expect was that Quirrell, or Voldemort, was still lingering in the Albanian forest!

Since eleven years ago, when Voldemort was trying to kill Harry's family, Harry's mother, Lily, sacrificed herself for her son. And Voldemort also died physically due to the repulsion spell he released.

Since then, his mutilated soul has been hiding in the depths of the Albanian forest for ten years.

A year ago, he finally met Quirrell, who had come here on vacation, and successfully tamed him in one fell swoop, and was easily taken to Hogwarts Castle.

But who knows, Voldemort, who originally aimed at the Philosopher's Stone, failed again. Annoyed, he returned to this remote but familiar place.

Quirrell was leaning limply on the trunk of a large tree, his right hand on his left shoulder, his left hanging limply beside him.

Obviously, Dumbledore's blow had seriously injured him.

Voldemort had already let go of Quirrell's grip. He was still attached to the back of Quirrell's head, but the fierce fight that day had consumed a lot of his strength, which made him even weaker.

On the large tree behind Quirrell, a hollow tree could be faintly seen, and a few locks of vines were hanging from the entrance of the hole, and it was really impossible to notice it if you didn't look closely.

This is the hole in the tree where Voldemort took Helena's mouth and hid the Ravenclaw crown. Because of the seclusion of this place, Voldemort did not hesitate to choose this place as a hiding place.

"The host...... I think...... Very bad. Quirrell barely opened his eyelids, weakly.

Voldemort didn't respond, maybe he was focused on regaining his strength, or maybe he didn't want to bother with it at all.

Seeing that his master was unresponsive, Quirrell looked at the bushes in front of him in confusion, and after a while, he closed his eyes again.

A long time passed, and suddenly, Quirrell's eyes suddenly opened, and there was a hint of evil in his red eyes.

For some reason, Voldemort took control of Quirrell's body again!

He slowly stood up, and walked deeper into the forest without looking back, step by step.

The further you walked in, the taller and greener the trees became, and the intertwined canopies obscured the moonlight, making the forest darker and darker.

But Voldemort seemed to not need the light at all, and although his steps were slow, he bypassed the many trees with great accuracy, not even touching the twisting roots under his feet.

Walk, keep walking, keep walking......

The angle of the hill gradually became more and more downward, and on many large steep slopes, Voldemort had to lie down on the ground and slide down. The long walk made his movements more and more difficult, but he still didn't stop.

It's all because he has a place he has to go to - while he can still control Quirrell's physical movements.

Finally, when he pushed aside the bushes in front of him again, a dilapidated ancient temple appeared in front of him.

Voldemort guided Quirrell to the entrance of the ancient temple, and looked at the almost half-collapsed stone floor inside, with a rare hint of hesitation on his face.

But after a while, he took another step and walked all the way inside.

When you walk into this small ancient temple, you can see that under the broken and collapsed stone slabs and floor tiles, a dark and gloomy passage corridor is exposed!

It was extremely dark inside, and after taking two steps, his figure was completely swallowed up by the shadows, and there was no trace of him.

……

Early the next morning, along the Pachino coast.

"Sit tight, let's go!"

Willy sat behind Maca, her hands tugging at his clothes tightly, and although she couldn't see it on her face, she seemed to be a little afraid of heights.

Naturally, Willy's appearance was not seen by Maca, otherwise she would have noticed it when she flew from Rome.

As soon as he kicked his feet, the light wheel 2000 took him and Willy with them, but they were still fast, and they had already left the shore in a blink of an eye.

They are heading to the heart of the Mediterranean. There, there was a small island obscured by magic, which could not have been found unless Maca had it been for a chart in hand.

But even so, after a while, when Maca flew over a sea area, she suddenly felt a blur around her. As soon as he reacted, he saw a small island appear in front of him, and the top of a tall tower in the center was emitting a soft white light.

"A barrier that absorbs light? An enlarged version of the Illusion Charm? Maca glanced back and flew straight for the tower.

As he approached the tower, he immediately noticed that there was a lot of permanent magic on it. Most were harmless, only used to maintain towers and banish Muggles; However, there is also a part of passive defensive magic.

When Maca saw a red circle of light appear on the tower, she immediately retreated.

"Looks like we're going to have to walk through honestly."

He led Willy down into the woods below, and although he rubbed against the branches of a tree, he landed firmly on the ground.

"Phew!"

Maca spat out the leaves that hung on her lips and looked back at Willy.

"Don't move!"

As he spoke, gently patting the leaves off the top of Willy's head, he continued, "Alright, let's go inside." ”

But before he could take a few more steps, he immediately noticed that something was wrong.

“…… What's the matter? Maca immediately drew her wand and watched her surroundings warily.

Not long after, there was a commotion in the branch in front of Maca's left, and it seemed that something big was about to rush in front of him.

"There are many obstacles!"

Maca flicked her wand.

Suddenly, even the trembling leaves in the vicinity slowed down. The next moment, a hideous and terrifying mouth suddenly emerged from between the branches, and the sharp fangs were clearly visible.