The girl sitting on the edge of the bed looked flat, her slender and tender hands were slightly folded on her legs, and her long crystal white hair hung down between the beds, covering most of her pajamas.

She sat there quietly, just like the Willy that Maca had known, quiet and quiet.

In the past few years, Maca has not only grown a lot taller, but even her personality has changed again and again with the influence of her surroundings. But the girl in front of her seems to have frozen time, and everything is like yesterday.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

Instead of answering Maca's question, she repeated what she had said before. It's like saying - nothing else matters, I just want to look at you like that, and that's it.

Maca's eyes opened and closed slightly, and her originally anxious heart couldn't help but calm down at this moment.

Yes, that's how it is with this girl, quiet, silent, and watching time pass quietly......

Although compared to when I was with Luna, there is always less whimsical agility in the atmosphere of getting along, but there is also more unpretentious quietness.

Under this faint peace, Maca couldn't help but feel a sense of relief - this peace of mind almost made him give up......

"Give up?" Maca was stunned, "It turned out to be 'giving up'?" ”

Inadvertently, for the first time, he read the thoughts that Willy had silently conveyed to him. Willy seemed to be telling him not to go deeper, not to keep getting closer, 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 someone was silently pushed away like this?" Maca looked at Willy's eyes, slightly distracted, "Oh, was that time?" ”

He recalled the azure blue eyes that flashed in the corner of his eye as "that woman" gave up and pushed him away. At that time, he thought he understood her last look, but it was just his wishful thinking.

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

After her death, all Maca did was choose a grave for her, send her to the ground without authorization, and identify with her as a "mother" without authorization......

Everything is just her self-righteousness, because only then can he say goodbye to his past with peace of mind and draw an end there with "beauty".

In the future, I will occasionally go back to sweep the tomb, talk about recent events without permission, and then leave with nostalgia.

In this way, it will not hurt anyone, and everything will be "beautiful", right?

That's why some people will say-

Anything done for the deceased is ultimately for the sake of comforting the living; The dead are gone, and the dead will not know what you have done for them.

"Good afternoon, Vi-"

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

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

Obviously, he only needs to respond one more sentence to create a false peace, but now Maca can't finish the sentence.

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

In the face of her mother's silent farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, let alone fabricate a happy ending for that "farewell without saying goodbye".

She can tell the past openly with others, and meticulously engrave the incomplete ending in her heart.

"I wouldn't be surprised if Luna were sorted into Gryffindor all over again." Maca's heart filled with such emotion.

It's complicated, but it doesn't take long. After a sigh, Maca regrouped and turned her gaze straight back to the girl's eyes.

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

"Maca ......"

For the first time, Willy reacted unequivocally on her own initiative - she avoided Maca's gaze.

"Willy, I think-"

Marka's words had just begun when she was interrupted by the sound of slow footsteps. He turned his head suddenly, his brow furrowed tightly, and the staff in his hand glowed.

"McLean, we're meeting again."

Looking at the figure slowly walking through the tunnel, Maca stepped across the door to the stone chamber.

"I thought you weren't going to show up—Voldemort?"

"Hmph," Voldemort in the tunnel snorted softly, "and my friend has come to my territory, and of course I, the host, will come out to greet me...... As a wizard, I can't afford to lose etiquette! ”

Voldemort in his youth was indeed handsome and dashing.

The upright posture and bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the soft arc of the corners of the mouth make the words "arrogant" and "cordial" have a harmonious carrier for the first time.

But now, the sinister intentions of this man hidden behind that smiling face can be said to be known to everyone.

"Oh, and you, of course! My honored guest, Lord Blois—how many days have I not seen you, how have you been?" ”

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

"Hmm."

Mr. Blois snorted faintly, as if to say that he was not in the mood to cooperate.

"What are you doing here?" Maca narrowed her eyes, "I'll start with that—I'm not in a good mood right now!" ”

"Gee, isn't that a welcome for me? That's a shame......" Voldemort spread his arms and smiled inexplicably at Maca's cold face, "It's rare that I'm here to tell you good news!" ”

"Where can there be 'good news' coming out of your mouth?" Maca pursed the corners of her lips, a little impatient.

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

Seeing this, Maca's heart was irritated, and the regular runes on the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

"Don't, don't do it......" Voldemort waved his hand, but his expression was not half nervous, "It's not a good place to fight, is it?" ”

"I don't think so."

Maca's eyes narrowed, and a cold snap drove towards Voldemort, and a layer of white frost 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 greenness in the thinness, which was definitely not from Willy's father.

Maca kept the rule runes in the air, and he himself turned around, only to see that the tip of Hesty's wand had pressed against Willy's pale and delicate neck, and even sunk into it slightly.

"Leave my daughter!"

"Who are you?"

Maca and Willy's father's voices rang out at about the same time.

Behind them, Voldemort tilted his head leisurely, looking left and right at the regular rune that swirled slightly in the air, revealing a curious look.

"I really care about her...... Also, at your age, I've experienced it...... Well, am I right? He smiled as he looked at the blue-white runes that shimmered with ice crystals, "This is not a good place to fight and kill......

"Voldemort! Is that your person? What exactly are you going to do? Mr. Blois glared and exclaimed.

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

"Deal!" "Do you want to break the magical contract?" ”

"Oh-yes! And the magic contract! Voldemort shrugged, "Of course, that's important...... Unfortunately, I don't care too much about the consequences of default. ”

Others may be afraid of the consequences of a breach of a magical contract, but Voldemort may not.

The spell that made the magic contract originated from a very distant past, and it has survived to this day because it is so effective that it has been trusted by generations of wizards.

The highest level of magic contract is bound to the souls of both parties, and if either party breaches the contract, the soul will be completely wiped out.

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

"As I said before, he's not a good deal to deal with." Maca knew this, and was impatient at the moment.

Mr. Blois, who was furious, suddenly took a deep breath and re-strained his face after hearing Voldemort's subtle provocation.

"Voldemort, it's not going to do you any good." He said coldly, "You have to think clearly! If you don't want to anger my Blois family, stop it! ”

"Of course, of course I will......" Voldemort nodded, "I have only one request—please break it yourself, my friend!" ”

As he spoke, he looked at Maca, who was standing in front of him.

"If you still want that girl alive?"

The regular runes were still floating and spinning in the air, crystal clear, exuding a faint chill. But Marka's hand seemed to be frozen, and she clutched her staff and didn't move.

In the air, in addition to the smell of sulfur that permeated the tunnel, there seemed to be an indescribable silence.

Voldemort was looking at him with a smile on his face; Monsieur Blois was also looking at him, with a flicker of indifference in his eyes; That "Hesijia" may also be looking at him......

And, of course, there are girls who are being held hostage.

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

She had been like that since he first saw her.

“…… Willy. ”