But what Maca didn't expect was that when he returned to the shore, he saw an unexpected scene.

At this moment, on the shore of Lake Riquini, there is a group of people. Most of them were servants of aristocratic families, and the leader was an old butler in a black suit vest and a white long-sleeved shirt.

"Miss Blois? This is ......" Maka asked as she lifted the spell from her body.

"The next person in the family is here, and I have to go back."

Willie was still so calm, and there was still no expression on her face, as if she was saying something that had nothing to do with her.

"Thank you, sir, for taking care of our young lady these days. If you have time in the future, I hope you will visit Paris at Château de Blois, I am sure that the host will be very happy. ”

The old butler spoke kindly, and did not say anything to blame Maca, but made an invitation on behalf of his master, showing the skill and calmness of the noble butler.

Maca nodded, he glanced at Willy, and then said, "Mr. Butler must have worked hard all the way to find it, and when I have time in the future, I will definitely go to visit." Miss Blois and I were classmates at Hogwarts and became good friends, and when the next term begins, I'll ask Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House, to continue to look after her. ”

Maca's verbal skills have always been good.

He knew what Willy lacked, and so did her family. Although the situation at home doesn't seem to be very good at looking at Willy, as an uninformed outsider, it is always not wrong to express kindness in such a way.

Sure enough, the old butler nodded and thanked him for his words, before turning and walking towards Willy.

“…… Thank you. Before leaving, Willie whispered, "Thank you for the Christmas present......

She turned and took a few steps forward, but then looked back and added.

“…… See you at the beginning of school. ”

Maca smiled at her, and stood by the lake watching the old butler leave with Willy's apparition.

"Looks like he's still a great pure-blood nobleman."

He stood on the shore and pondered for a moment, then put aside his guess and dived into the lake again.

I drove all the way to the underwater cave, and then went down the slightly steep stone steps step by step, and soon came to the bottom.

There is indeed a stone gate underneath it, which looks old, but it is not damaged. It's just that the stone gate is bare, and there is nothing.

"Alaho Cave Open!" Maca drew her wand and waved it lightly at the stone door.

This was a temptation, and Maca didn't expect any effect, but to his astonishment, the door slowly opened.

"What's the situation?"

Curious, Maca looked inside, only to find that it was just an empty hall.

The space inside seemed to be large, and the sound of the stone door rubbing against the ground echoed in the hall, making it a little unsettling.

On each side of the hall, there is a row of supporting columns, which are carved with rough carvings. In the deepest part of the hall stands a throne with a high back, hewn out of a single piece of rock. Although there are some defects, at a glance, there is still a primitive rough beauty.

The floor of the hall is paved with large flat stone slabs, and there are faint traces of carvings on them, but the weathering seems to be too severe, and the specific details are no longer clear.

"Weathering?" Maca pondered while watching, and was suddenly stunned, "Speaking of which, there is indeed wind in this hall, where did it come from?" ”

It's the bottom of the lake, how can the wind blow in?

He waited quietly for a while, and when he saw that there was nothing unusual, he raised his feet and walked in gently.

"Huh?"

As soon as Maca reached the center of the hall, she immediately felt a wave of dizziness. In a trance, it seems that the surrounding scenery is changing.

He hurriedly suppressed the discomfort in his heart and shook his head, only to find that everything around him had changed! To be precise, the hall suddenly became brand new.

The carvings on the stone pillars are clearer, the gaps in the rock throne have disappeared, and even the stone slabs under their feet have all been restored.

"What's going on?"

Maca looked left and right, and was about to speculate, but unexpectedly, the stone door behind her made a heavy moving sound again. He hurriedly glanced behind him, only to find that the stone door was not closing, but open!

He immediately ran a few steps to the left, using a stone pillar as a temporary hiding place. Just as he had just dodged, a footstep came in through the door.

"It's already open, how can it be ......," Maca thought with a frown, "Could it be that the dizziness just now was because I walked into the illusion?" Not real here? ”

It's hard to say whether it's an illusion or not, but right now, it seems that there is a person coming to him, and it is imperative to solve this matter first.

But when Maca waited a little longer, she found that the man seemed to have stopped. He leaned sideways to look that way, but immediately froze.

The man was also looking at him, and his gaze just happened to be on track.

It was a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes, dressed in an ancient aristocratic service, with a beautiful face, but a solemn expression, and an unusually sharp gaze.

“…… Rowena? Now that she had been discovered, Maca had no choice but to step out and habitually open her mouth tentatively.

"My name is Roy Namila. Young candidates, welcome to the second test. The other party's tone was smooth, the content was simple and direct, and there was a faint air of reason.

Before Maca could continue to ask something, he saw that the stone slabs on the floor of the hall were all lit up with a dazzling blue light, enveloping him and Rowena in it.

Maca only had time to glance at the stone carvings on the ground, and found that they were all regular runes arranged in regular order!

"It's a huge combination of rules runes!" His mind flashed, and then the whole person disappeared directly into the hall.

The light dimmed, and there was no one in the hall, and no one knew where Marca and the "Rowena" had gone.

……

Just as Maca disappeared into the ancient hall, only a dozen miles away, Voldemort was in a terrible situation.

"Hmm...... Whoosh...... Uhhh

Under that small ancient temple, there is a very large underground palace. And in the deepest part of the dungeon, a huge stone tablet was being inserted diagonally into the ground, causing large and small cracks everywhere on the ground.

And in front of this stone tablet, a small figure was standing there with its back bent, letting out a burst of painful wails.

"Lord...... Master, spare me...... Uhhh

That's Quirrell!

Behind him, a phantus made of black smoke was floating in the air, with a hideous and terrifying face. Suddenly, the phantom's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and a brutal and bloody aura suddenly spread, and the powerful power contained in it made Quirrell shrink directly to the ground, shivering incessantly.

It's just that this momentum came and went quickly, and the phantom suddenly rose into the air, turning into black smoke and rushing straight towards Quirrell.

After a while, Quirrell slowly stood up, his eyes opened, and the blood-colored essence suddenly skyrocketed.

“…… Still doesn't work."

That's when Quirrell spoke, or rather, Voldemort.

"This ancient stone tablet is really weird, it takes too much power just to keep your will unaffected," he muttered to himself in a deep voice, his face suddenly changed, and his red eyes were faintly filled with anger.

"If it weren't for that kid, why would I come to this stele for strength. It's a pity...... It's good that this thing can still be touched without touching it. ”

For this strange ancient stone tablet, Voldemort loved and hated. I love it for being evil and powerful, but I hate it for being too evil and too powerful.

Voldemort wouldn't have come here casually unless he had to, all because of the stele's strange ability - bewitchment.

Inside this huge stone tablet, it seems that there is a devil hidden.

It can bewitch any creature that comes before it, making that creature make a pact with it—it can give strength to the other person while inflicting both physical and mental torture on the other person.

If it is supported, its strength will become stronger, but the creature itself will gradually sink into the bewitchment of the stone tablet as its strength increases.

Whether it is the gradual loss of human nature, the brutal anomaly, or other changes, it will bring great harm to the creature itself, and eventually lose its life, and the soul of the creature will attach itself to this stone tablet after its death.

At the moment, Quirrell and Voldemort are one. Voldemort's idea was naturally for Quirrell to inherit the contract instead of him, and he would draw Quirrell's power.

It's just clear that so far it hasn't worked out well.

“…… In that case, try until you succeed. Voldemort said with squinted eyes as if he had made up his mind.

At the same time, Voldemort turned into black smoke again, detached from Quirrell, and refloated behind him.

"Go on!"

"No, no...... Master, I really can't hold on......"

"Continue, continue!"

"......" Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling and hesitating, but he still didn't dare to disobey the Dark Lord's orders.

He sobbed and slashed his wrist, spilling blood onto the surface of the stele. With a flicker of light, Quirrell began to wail again, but his voice was much weaker than before.

The terrifying and eerie sobs reverberated faintly in this dungeon, adding a bit of horror to this place shrouded in darkness.

Behind Quirrell, the black smoke eyes were a little more red, and the dark but powerful momentum expanded again, filling the entire dark and dark dungeon secret room......