Chapter 48

Italian streets have a striking sense of color.

On both sides of the not spacious streets, rows of buildings are colorful. Even if you use color boldly, you don't have much sense of the disobedience. In addition to the vibrant exotic customs, even Maka can feel the precipitation from the Renaissance.

Just now, Marca doesn't want to see these wonderful street views. His destination is pakino, the southernmost tip of Italy.

It is a small city near the sea on Sicily, full of low earth rock walls and tile houses. A variety of potted plants and green vines covered the outer wall of the house make it look full of life.

Willie couldn't wait to slide down from Marca's lightwheel 2000 and hurried to the door of a family. She just stared at a row of flowerpots in front of people's house. No matter what Maka called her, she didn't move.

No matter what he said, Willie's answer was only one - "wait a minute."

Seeing that the immortal hidden medicine has failed, pedestrians on the roadside take a look here from time to time. In desperation, Maka had to smile awkwardly and nod to the pedestrians.

Maybe people just think the two children look interesting, but Maka doesn't have the habit of being watched.

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

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

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

Speaking Italian English is obviously not popular enough. What's more, two teenagers came to the hotel and looked like they were joking.

In desperation, Maka still gave the hotel owner a "confusion curse" as a gift, which completed the check-in formalities. Fortunately, it has long left the monitoring scope of the British Ministry of magic, and there are no scruples about the use of magic spells for the time being.

"Go and practice the phantom shifting mantra again..." Maka looked at the gradually darkening sky outside and muttered to herself.

Willie has settled down and lives next door to him.

Now he has found the trick to deal with Willie. Just give her a pot of plants, no matter what kind, she can stare at it for an hour or two. What's more, Maka showed her not one or two plants, but his own notes on new drug herbalism.

Compared with the original as a Christmas gift, the content of this new notebook is more substantial. I could see that Willie was very interested. She sat by the window and read carefully.

But in fact, Willie didn't keep staring at his memory as Marca imagined.

She was lying on the small tea table by the bed, writing something in her notebook word by word according to Maka's notes.

But after a while, she closed the notebook again.

"The flowers in the Muggle world are more beautiful than those in the magic world."

Willie turned her head and stared blankly at the sky outside the window. It was dusk. The golden sunset merged into the background of various buildings and looked very beautiful.

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

Suddenly, Willie looked back at the closed door. She stared at it motionless, as if she wanted to see through it.

"He's a good man," she said.

The sun gradually set, the afterglow of the sunset became more and more brilliant, and the window was still bright, but it was also slowly cool.

Willie just sat in her chair and sat quietly, doing nothing. She seemed to be used to such a time alone, just calmly looking at everything around her, as if she were just one of them.

Time passed so little by little, just like Willie's usual life, with a sense of leisure in the silence

It's just getting dark outside, but the pakino night comes very early. It was not long before the sun had just set down the mountain that there were not many people hanging out in the streets.

Maka found a flat rock on the beach that no one passed by. With a depressed face, Maka carried out phantom shape shifting practice without intensive effect. Everything seemed to be going on in an orderly manner.

But what Maka didn't expect is that Chilo - or Voldemort, at the moment, is living in the forest of Albania!

Since Voldemort tried to kill the Harry family eleven years ago, Harry's mother Lily sacrificed herself for her son. Voldemort, on the other hand, died of his own curse of death.

After that, his crippled soul has been hiding in the depths of the Albanian forest for ten years.

A year ago, he finally met Chilo who came here for vacation, successfully tamed him in one fell swoop and was easily taken to Hogwarts castle.

But who knows, Voldemort, who originally aimed at the magic stone, failed again. While he was angry, he returned to this remote and familiar place.

At this time, Chilo was leaning on the trunk of a big tree. He covered his left shoulder with his right hand, and his left hand hung weakly beside him.

Obviously, Dumbledore's blow hurt him badly.

Voldemort had already let go of his control over Chilo. He was still attached to the back of Chilo's head, but the fierce fight that day consumed him a lot of strength, which made him weak.

On the big tree behind Chilo, you can vaguely see a hollowed out tree hole. There are several wisps of vines hanging at the hole. You can't notice it if you don't look carefully.

This is the tree hole where Ravenclaw's golden crown was hidden, which Voldemort pulled out of Helena's mouth. Because of the concealment here, Voldemort chose this place as his hiding place without hesitation.

"Master... I think... Very bad." Chilo reluctantly opened his eyelids and said weakly.

Voldemort didn't respond. Maybe he was focused on restoring strength, or maybe he didn't want to spend more time on it.

Seeing that his master had no response, Chilo looked at the trees in front of him. After a while, he closed his eyes again.

After a long time, suddenly, Chilo's eyes suddenly opened, and there were strands of evil in his red eyes.

Somehow, Voldemort controlled Chilo's body again!

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

The more you go inside, the more tall and verdant the surrounding trees are. The staggered crowns hide the moonlight, and the forest becomes darker and darker.

But Voldemort didn't need light at all. Although he walked slowly, he bypassed many trees very accurately, and didn't even touch the winding and twisted roots under his feet.

Go, keep going, keep going

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

It was all because he had a place to go - while he could control Chilo's body.

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

Voldemort controlled Chilo to the gate of the ancient temple and looked at the half collapsed stone floor, with a rare hesitation on his face.

Not long after that, he stepped in again and walked all the way in.

Only when you go to this small ancient temple can you see that a dark corridor is exposed under the broken and collapsed slate floor tiles!

It was extremely dark inside. Just two steps later, his figure was completely swallowed by the shadow and disappeared.

……

The next morning, along the pakino coast.

"Sit still and go!"

Willy sat behind Marca, holding his clothes tightly with her hands. Although she couldn't see it on her face, she seemed a little afraid of heights.

Naturally, Marca didn't see the appearance of Willie, otherwise she would have noticed it when she flew over from Rome.

As soon as he kicked his feet, lightwheel 2000 took him and Willie, but they were still fast, and in the twinkling of an eye they had left the shore.

They are flying to the center of the Mediterranean. There is an island covered by magic. If Maka hadn't held a chart, he couldn't find it at all.

But even so, after a while, when Maka flew over a sea area, she suddenly felt a blur around her. When he had just reacted, he saw a small island in front of him. The top of a high tower in the center was emitting soft white light.

"Light absorbing barrier? Enlarged version of phantom body spell?" Maka looked back and flew straight to the tower.

When he approached the tower, he immediately found that there were a lot of eternal magic on it. Most of them are harmless, just used to maintain the tower and expel Muggles; But some of them are passive defensive magic.

When Maka saw a red aperture emerging from the tower, she immediately retreated.

"It seems that we still have to walk over honestly."

He took Willie and fell into the woods below. Although he rubbed against the branches of a tree, he still landed firmly on the ground.

"Bah!"

Maka spits out the leaves on her lips and looks back at Willie.

"Don't move!"

He said, patting the leaves off Willie's head, and then continued, "well, let's go inside and have a look."

But before he took a few more steps, he immediately found something wrong.

"... what's there?" Maka immediately pulled out her wand and watched the surrounding situation with vigilance.

Before long, there was a commotion in the branches in front of Maka's left. It seemed that some big guy was going to rush in front of him immediately.

"There are many obstacles!"

Maka shook her wand violently.

Suddenly, along with the trembling leaves nearby, they became slow. The next moment, a ferocious and terrible mouth suddenly emerged from the branches, and the sharp fangs were clearly visible.