Chapter 268

"Look! Look over there! The master is fine!"

While all the death eaters were silent for a moment, a lot of black gas suddenly appeared around Riddell house. Those black gases seemed to appear out of thin air without any warning in advance.

But I saw more and more black gas, and soon it was like blocking out the sky and the sun, and there was a faint smell of evil and terror.

Mr. blova frowned, but made no move - he didn't come to fight Voldemort this time. Let's wait and see what happens!

It can be said that his wand has steadily pointed to the ground.

"This is... Can you say..."

Mr. brova suddenly thought of something bad when he thought of the dozen human creatures shrouded in black.

He was ready for a big fight just in case.

At this time, the black air suddenly retracted and quickly condensed into a mass. The next moment, a humanoid monster with black gas and beating like a black flame appeared in silence.

Yes, Voldemort also showed this form when fighting Dumbledore, but Dumbledore scattered it with a magic light column containing rules.

Just this time, Voldemort's state seems to be wrong!

"Ho... Ho..."

He was hanging in the air, his black flame head hanging slightly, and his back hair roared horribly, which seemed to imply some painful pleasure.

"Hum... Finally -- no! This is my dark lord's body! You can never take it away! Ho... Hum... Ah..."

In that strange and inexplicable self talk, the black flame Voldemort suddenly earned, his hands suddenly opened out as if he were breaking free, and his head was almost tilted up to 90 degrees.

With the last shrill and manic roar, the beating and flying black flame suddenly rose and dissipated in the air.

Voldemort... Or Tom Riddle's body appeared again.

"Hum!" he snorted coldly, his eyes full of cold and arrogant, "mine is mine. You want to rob my dark lord's body with a broken stone tablet?"

Voldemort murmured to himself, meditated for a moment, and then looked towards blova.

"Your magic is good... Very good," he said coldly. "Now I believe it. If you can help me capture Hogwarts castle and kill Albus Dumbledore, the deal can be negotiated!"

Just then, Voldemort paused again. Then he waved his hand and said, "please, there is something about blood transformation. We can talk about it in detail in the house..."

Mr. blova took a deep look at Voldemort and finally nodded.

To tell the truth, he wanted to be forced. In the eyes of Eric brova, the British Dark Lord was not worth mentioning.

But now he found that the things involved could not be underestimated.

In fact, if possible, he doesn't want to continue trading at the moment. Although I may not be able to beat Voldemort right now, if

However, some things must be done! He can die himself, but the man he cherishes is the one he wants to save anyway - even at all costs!

He, Eric de siz brova, will do everything in his lifetime to completely eliminate the curse that has haunted the brova family for thousands of years!

But this is not for the family, but for her!

He nodded firmly in his heart, and then Mr. brova stepped forward and walked towards the collapsed door of Riedel house.

At the moment he stepped into the door, the huge stone giant behind him collapsed and turned into a pile of mud, stone and earth blocks of different sizes

……

Just as the battle between Voldemort and blova had just subsided, Maka, Luna and Mr. Lovegood were standing at the gate of busbarton's school and saying goodbye to the Delacour sisters.

It seems that it is almost the middle of the month. Lockhart's "personal audition" is hot in preparation. He should go back to help and practice some special magic that will be used in the audition.

In addition, of course, the relevant research on the monument of bewitchment needs to be completed as soon as possible. Although he is not only playing during this period of time, his efficiency is still relatively low after all.

Even if other people's children's summer vacation has just begun, it's almost time for Maka's summer vacation to end.

After Furong and Gabriel both turned and left, Maka turned her eyes to Luna.

"Luna... Mr. Lovegood... Let's say goodbye here first! I have to go to demstrom castle..." Maka thought, "Luna... If there is no accident, we may have to see each other at the beginning of school."

"Huh?" Luna tilted her head and nodded with a little doubt.

Maka looked at her old trance and couldn't help smiling gently.

"Er..." he suddenly came to Luna's ear and whispered, "I'll miss you."

Unawares that she had been molested, Luna still nodded her head innocently, and then showed a sweet smile.

"I will, too."

She answered so seriously, but Maka was a little embarrassed.

"Oh! Maka... Can you go by yourself? No problem?" asked Mr. Lovegood with a little worry.

Maka waved her hand to show that she had no problem at all.

But when Mr. Lovegood left with his daughter Luna, Maka couldn't help sighing - sometimes it's quite inconvenient that he can't move the phantom!

He decided to make a door key for every place he went in the future, so that he didn't have to go back and forth to take a plane.

After rethinking and finding that nothing or anything had fallen, Maka hurried to the airport and flew to the country where demstrom castle was located that day.

……

Boulevard, Paris, France.

At the top of a tower in the castle, a touch of white like frost and snow swayed gently in the wind, changing its posture with the wind.

This wipe of white is soaked in the faint sunset, and it quietly shines a little glittering and translucent.

It was Willy brova, a girl who never seemed to show a trace of expression.

At the moment, she leaned down on the edge of the stage and quietly looked at the blurred scenery in the distance, but her heart was clear and thorough, just like a washed crystal ball.

Behind her, there was a huge dragon head sticking out slightly and sending out bursts of dull roars.

Suddenly, a slight roar sounded over brova fort. Willie looked up a little and happened to see a faintly visible little thing dragging a long white fog across the air and flying all the way to the distance.

Willie blinked her eyes gently, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, but her eyes were indifferent.

"... Maka."

She murmured to herself like a blessing, and her eyes extended away with the high-altitude plane until she couldn't see it. Then she looked at the sky and continued to stay.

Life at home has always been like this, flat and light, without considering anything. Willie's habit of being in a daze when she's free is just like this.

But recently, she is not just in a daze. In her heart, there is a very important thing worth thinking about.

This matter has something to do with Maka, but it has nothing to do with Maka.

Of course, Willie can't figure out such a complex thing. She never thinks about it. All she wants is to live a good life and live every day quietly.

She doesn't want to attract anyone's attention, and she won't take the initiative to pay attention to anyone.

That's what she thought since she first entered Hogwarts. She went to Hogwarts just to have a place where she could easily plant all kinds of flowers and plants.

"... it will end anyway."

For Willy, she is destined to be just a passer-by in other people's lives. It's not her choice, but she doesn't hate it.

Father was worried about it, but she was not worried at all.

Perhaps, if this happened to other girls, they would think differently from her; But she did not reject this so-called "bad luck".

In Willie's opinion, as long as she can see the world more, she will be completely satisfied.

In the long history of the brova family, the "Curse" continues. She is not the first, maybe the last.

If other girls feel pain about it, it's actually over.

"But, Marca..." Willie suddenly whispered to herself, "... Will he be... Sad?"

For the boy who forcibly broke into her life, Willie actually didn't know how to get along with him. No, she doesn't know how to get along with anyone.

This has nothing to do with the so-called "bad luck", which is entirely due to Willie's nature.

But even if she doesn't understand how to communicate with others, she even doesn't like to contact others. But for Maka, she never felt any obstacles.

It was a very natural and subtle feeling, as if two people were together, they would not interfere with each other, and could coexist without scruples.

Before she knew it, Willie silently accepted Marca's existence.

Today, when she watched her father rush out again, she remembered what would happen to her.

However, what she remembered for the first time was the faint figure of Maka.

"... he must... Not be sad."

Willie tried to use her simple thinking to draw an incomplete full stop to the story that was destined not to have an end.