Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

() The girl sitting on the edge of the bed had a plain expression, with her slender and tender hands slightly folded on her legs, and her long, crystal-clear white hair fell from the bed, covering most of her pajamas.

She just sat there quietly, just like the Wei Li that Maca knew, a reticent girl, calm in her actions.

In the past few years, Maca has not only grown a lot taller, but his personality has also changed again and again following the surrounding influence.But the girl in front of her seemed to freeze time, everything was the same as yesterday.

"Good afternoon, Maca."

She did not answer Maca's question, but repeated what she had said before.It seems to be saying-other things are not important, I just want to look at you this way, that's fine.

Maca's eyes were gently opened and closed, and his anxious heart could not help calming down at this moment.

Yes, it's like this with this girl, quiet, speechless, watching time pass quietly...

Although the atmosphere of getting along with Luna is always less agile than when I was with Luna, there was also a simple and unpretentious quietness.

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

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

Inadvertently, for the first time, he understood the thoughts that Wei Li silently conveyed to him.Wei Li seemed to be telling him, don't go further, don't keep getting close, just keep the initial distance.

"Please'give up'!"

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

"The last time I was pushed away silently like this, when was it?" Maca looked at Wei Li's eyes, slightly in surprise, "Oh, was that the time?"

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

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

After her death, all Maca did was to choose her tomb without authorization, send her into the soil without authorization, and identify with her "mother" without authorization...

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

In the future, I will occasionally go back to sweep the grave, chat about the recent events without authorization, and then leave with nostalgia.

In this way, it won't hurt anyone and everything will be "good", won't it?

That’s why someone would say--

Anything you do for the deceased is, in the final analysis, to comfort the living; the deceased has passed away, and the dead will not know what you have done for him.

"Good afternoon, Wei—"

The girl in front of her was silently "pushing" him away, rejecting him, and conveying a pure will in her own way.

Under this circumstance, if it was the original Maca, maybe he has already given up?It's like organizing a funeral for "that woman" back then. After being pushed away, she took the initiative to take a step back and chose to deceive herself.

Obviously, he can create a false peace by just responding again, but now Maca can't finish the sentence.

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

In the face of her mother's silent farewell, Luna did not choose to escape, let alone invent a happy ending for the "Farewell without Saying" without authorization.

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

"If Luna is assigned to Gryffindor again, I won't be surprised." Maca felt this emotion in her heart.

It's complicated, but it didn't take long.After sighing a little, Maca regained his spirit, and cast his gaze straight on the girl's eyes again.

That look contained an unspeakable determination, which left a deep mark in the girl's mind.

"Maca..."

For the first time, Wei Li actively made a clear response-she avoided Maca's gaze.

"Villy, I think—"

Maca's words had just started, when she was interrupted by a slow sound of footsteps.He turned his head abruptly, frowning tightly, and the staff in his hand gleamed.

"McLean, we meet again."

Seeing the figure walking slowly from the tunnel, Maca stepped one step to block the door of the stone room.

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

"Hmm, hum," Voldemort in the tunnel hummed softly when he heard the words, "friends come to my site as a guest, of course my master will come out to meet...As a wizard, I can't afford to lose. Etiquette!"

Voldemort in his youth was indeed handsome.

The upright posture and the bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the soft arc of the corner of the mouth gave the words "arrogant" and "kindness" a harmonious carrier for the first time.

But now, this man's sinister intentions hidden behind that smiling face can be said to be unknown to everyone.

"Oh, and of course you! My distinguished guest, Your Excellency Blois-I haven't seen you in a few days. How are you?"

Voldemort walked to the door of the stone room, over Maca's shoulders, and bowed gracefully to Willie's father.

"Ok."

Mr. Blois snorted lightly, as if to say that he was not interested in cooperating.

"What are you doing here?" Maca squinted his eyes. "I can say it first-now I am in a bad mood!"

"Oh, isn't this not welcoming 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 curled his lips, a little impatient.

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

Upon seeing this, Maca felt agitated, and the rule rune on the top of the staff suddenly lit up.

"Don't don't, don't do it..." Voldemort waved his hand, but his expression was not half nervous. "It's not suitable for fighting here, is it?"

"I don't think so."

Maca narrowed his eyes, and a cold current rushed away from Voldemort, and a layer of white frost immediately condensed in the tunnel.

However, at the moment that the rule rune floated, a voice solidified his movement.

"Do you want her to die?"

It was a male voice, and there was a hint of green voice in that thin voice, which was definitely not the voice of Willie's father.

Maca kept the rule rune in the air, but he turned his head back suddenly, only to see that the tip of Hesga's wand was actually against the pale and delicate neck of Wei Li, even sinking slightly.

"Leave my daughter!"

"who are you?"

The voices of Maca and Willie's father sounded almost at the same time.

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

"Sure enough, I really care about her... also, at your age, I have also experienced...how, am I right?" He smiled while looking at the blue and white runes flashing with ice crystals. "It's not suitable for fighting here..."

"Voldemort! Is that yours? What are you going to do?" Mr. Blois exclaimed, staring.

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

"Deal!" Mr. Blois shouted, "Do you want to violate the magic contract?"

"Oh-yes! There is also a magic contract!" Voldemort shrugged, "Of course, that's important... Unfortunately, I don't care much about the consequences of breaching the contract."

Others may be afraid of the result of the breach of the magic contract, but Voldemort is not necessarily.

The curse for making the magic contract originated from quite far away in ancient times, and the reason why it can be passed down to this day is of course its extraordinary effectiveness, which has trusted generations of wizards.

The most advanced magic contract is bound to the souls of both parties. 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, he might not be able to give up.

"I said before, he is not a suitable trading partner." Maca knew this well, and was impatient at the moment.

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

"Voldemort, it's not good for you to do this," he said coldly, "you have to think about it! If you don't want to offend my Blois family, just stop!"

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

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

"If you still want that girl to live?"

The regular runes were still floating and spinning in the air, crystal clear, exuding a faint chill.But Maca's hand seemed to be frozen stiff, holding the wand tightly.

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

Voldemort was looking at him with a smile on his face; Mr. Blois was also looking at him with indifference in his eyes; the "Hacega" might be looking at him as well...

Of course, there are also girls who are being held hostage.

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

She has been like that since he first saw her.

"...Villy."