Chapter 358: Please break it yourself!

() The young girl sitting on the edge of the bed was dull, her slender and soft hands slightly overlapped her legs, and her long white hair fell from the bed, covering most of her pajamas.
She was sitting there so quietly, just like the Velly whom Marca knew, a taciturn girl and a calm act.
In the past few years, Maca has not only grown a lot taller, but even her personality has changed repeatedly with the influence of her surroundings. But the girl in front of her seemed to have frozen in time, and everything looked like yesterday.
"Good afternoon, Maca."
Instead of answering Maca's question, she repeated what she had said before. It's as if to say-everything else is not important, I just want to look at you like this, that's fine.
Maca's eyes opened slightly, her anxious heart could not help calming down at this moment.
Yes, that's how it is with this girl, quiet, speechless, and lightly watching the time passing by ...
Although compared with Luna, the atmosphere of getting along is always less intelligent, but there is also a simple and quiet silence.
Under this faint peace, Maca could not help but feel a relief-this kind of relief almost made him give up ...
"Give up?" Marka said suddenly. "It was‘ give up ’?

Inadvertently, for the first time, he understood the idea that Willie silently conveyed to him. Willie seemed to be telling him not to dig deeper or keep closer, 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 silently pushed away like this, when did you come?" Maca looked at Willie's eyes slightly, "Oh, is that the time?"
He recalled the blue eyes that flickered in the afterglow of the corner of the eye when "the woman" threw herself away. At the time, he thought he understood her last look, but that was just his wishful thinking.
The only person who could tell him the meaning hidden in his eyes never made a syllable again.
After her death, all Maca did was to choose a grave for her, send her to the ground without authorization, and recognized her "mother" status without authorization ...
Everything is her self-righteousness, because only then can he say goodbye to his past with peace of mind, and use "beautiful" to draw a period there.
In the future, occasionally go back and scan the grave, talk about some recent incidents without authorization, and then leave with nostalgia.
In this way, it will not hurt anyone, and everything will be "good", isn't it?
That's why someone would say--
In the final analysis, whatever you do for the deceased is to comfort the living; the deceased is dead, and the dead will not know what you have done for him.
"Good afternoon, Victoria--"
The young girl in front of her was silently "pushing" him away and rejecting him, and was conveying a simple will in her own way.
In this case, if the original Maca had already been given up, wouldn't it? It's like organizing a funeral for "that woman", taking the initiative to take a step back after being pushed away, and then choose to deceive yourself.
Obviously he only needs to respond again, and he can create a false peace, but nowadays Maca can't finish his words.
Because there was another girl who told him with her own experience and actions, she should not do that.
In the face of her mother's silent farewell, Luna did not choose to run away, and she did not arbitrarily create a beautiful ending for the "no goodbye" period.
She can tell the past frankly to others, and meticulously carve that incomplete ending into her heart.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Luna was sorted into Gryffindor again." Marka's heart felt like this.
It's complicated, but it didn't take long. After sighing slightly, Maca regained her spirit, and straightened her gaze again to the girl's eyes.
The look contained an unspeakable determination, leaving a deep mark on the girl's mind.
"Maca ..."
For the first time, Willie took the initiative to make a clear response-she avoided Maca's eyes.
"Villi, I think--"
As soon as Maca's words had opened, she was interrupted by a slow footstep. He turned back abruptly, his frown frowned tightly, and the staff in his hand was gloomy.
"McLean, we meet again."
Looking at the figure walking slowly from the tunnel, Maca stepped over the door of the stone room.
"I thought you wouldn't show up—Voldemort?"
"Hum," Voldemort in the tunnel heard the words, and chuckled softly. "My friend came to my place as a guest. Of course, I am the master to come out to greet ... As a wizard, I ca n’t lose Etiquette! "
Voldemort in his youth was indeed handsome.
The erect posture and bright smile, the slightly raised chin and the soft arc of the corner of the mouth make the two words "proud" and "kind" for the first time a harmonious carrier.
But now, this man's sinister intention hidden behind that smiley face can be said that no one knows.
"Oh, and of course you! My distinguished guest, His Excellency Blois-I haven't seen you in a few days. How are you?
Voldemort walked to the door of the stone chamber, crossed Maca's shoulder, and gave a grace to Willie's father.
"Ok."
Mr. Blois snorted softly, as if to say that he had no interest in cooperating.
"What are you doing here?" Maca narrowed her eyes. "I'll say it first-I'm not in a good mood now!"
"Oh, isn't this welcome? That's a pity ..." Voldemort spread his arms and smiled inexplicably at Maca's cold face, "It's rare I came to tell you a good news! "
"Where can there be 'good news' coming out of your mouth?" Maca slipped the corner of her mouth, a little impatiently.
"For me, it's the" good news "!" Voldemort clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
When Maca saw this, her heart was irritable, and the ruled rune at the top of the staff suddenly lighted up.
"Don't do this, don't do it ..." Voldemort waved his hand, but his expression was not tense, "Isn't it suitable for killing, isn't it?"
"I don't think so."
Maca's eyes narrowed, and a cold current rushed to Voldemort away, and a layer of white frost immediately condensed in the tunnel.
However, at the moment when the regular rune flashed, a voice made his movements freeze.
"Do you want her to die?"
It was a male voice, and there was a hint of astringent voice in that thin sheet, which was never made by Velly's father.
Maca kept the ruled rune in the air, but he turned his head back, but saw that the tip of Hasejia's wand had actually touched Velly's pale and delicate neck, and even slightly sunk into it.
"Leave my daughter!"
"who are you?"
The voices of Maca and Willie's father sounded at about the same time.
Behind them, Voldemort tilted his head like a leisurely look, and looked at the regular rune that was slightly rotating in the air, revealing a curious look.
"Sure enough, she cares about her ... Also, at your age, I have also experienced ... How about, am I right?" He smiled while looking at the blue and white runes flashing with ice crystals, "It's not suitable for killing ..."
"Voldemort! Is that yours? What exactly are you going to do?" Mr. Blois glared angrily.
"Well?" Voldemort spread his hands, chuckling, "Isn't it obvious what I'm going to do? What do you want me to explain?"
"Trading!" Mr. Blois roared. "Do you want to break the magic contract?"
"Oh-yeah! And the magic contract!" Voldemort shrugged. "Of course, that's important ... Unfortunately, I don't care much about the consequences of breach of contract."
Others may be afraid of the breach of magic contract, but Voldemort may not.
The magic of making magic contracts originates from a distant ancient age, and it has survived to this day, of course, because of its extraordinary effectiveness, which has been trusted by generations of wizards.
The most advanced magic contract is bound to the souls of the two parties to the contract. If either party breaks the contract, the soul will be completely eliminated.
But for Voldemort, who split the soul and made a batch of Horcruxes, although he certainly did not want to lose the soul fragments in vain, it was not necessarily inevitable.
"I said before that he wasn't the right person to deal with." Maca knew this and was impatient at the moment.
Mr. Blois, who was burning in anger, suddenly took a deep breath after hearing Voldemort's vague provocation, and then re-stretched his face.
"Voldemort, it's not good for you," he said coldly. "You have to think clearly! If you don't want to anger my Blois family, just stop it!"
"Of course, of course I will stop ..." Voldemort nodded. "I only have one request-please break it yourself, my friend!"
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"If you still want that girl alive?"
The ruled runes are still floating and spinning in the air, crystal clear and exuding a faint cold. Kermaca's hand seemed to be frozen and frozen, holding the staff tightly.
In addition to the sulphur smell diffused from the tunnel, there seems to be an unspeakable silence in the air.
Voldemort was looking at him with a smile on his face; Mr. Blois was also looking at him, his eyes flashed with indifference; the "Hessica" might also be watching him ...
Of course, there are girls who are held captive.
She should still be sitting on the edge of the bed now? What kind of expression is she ... now? Maca didn't dare look back, because Maca knew very well that the girl would not show any expression.
She had always been that way since he first saw her.
"... Veli."