Chapter 47 The Latent Crisis

Italian streets have a striking sense of colour.

On both sides of the not-so-spacious streets, the row upon row of buildings are mostly colorful. Even if the color is used boldly, there is not much sense of disobedience. In addition to the overflowing exotic style, even Maca can feel the precipitation from the Renaissance.

But at the moment, Maca has no intention of admiring these wonderful street scenes. His destination is Pachino, which is located at the southernmost tip of Italy.

It was a small seaside city on Sicily, full of low earth and stone walls and tiled houses. A variety of potted plants and green vines covering the exterior walls of the house make this place look full of life.

Willie couldn't wait to slide off Maca's Nimbus 2000, and hurried to the door of a house. She just stared at the row of flower pots in front of the house, no matter what Maca called her, she remained motionless.

No matter what he said, Willie's answer was only one sentence - Wait a little longer.

Seeing that the Xianyin potion had expired, passers-by on the side of the road glanced over here from time to time. In desperation, Maca could only smile awkwardly and nod to the pedestrians.

Maybe people just think that these two children look very interesting, but Maca has no hobby of being surrounded by people.

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

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

He thought that Willie would at least struggle a bit, but Willie was dragged by him obediently, and came to the door of a hotel smoothly.

Speaking Italian English is obviously not very popular. What's more, two children in their teens came to check in at the hotel, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like they were joking.

In desperation, Maca still gave the hotel owner a Confusion Curse as a gift, and only then did the check-in procedures be completed. Fortunately, it has already 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.

Let's practice the Disappearing Curse again... Maca murmured to himself as he looked at the gradually darkening sky outside.

Willie has settled down and lives next door to him.

Now, he's figured out how to deal with Willie. Just give her a plant, no matter the variety, and she'll stare at it for an hour or two. What's more, Maca didn't show her one or two plants, but his own new herbal notes.

Compared with the book that was given as a Christmas gift, the contents of this novice diary are more substantial. It could be seen that Willie was very interested and sat by the window to read carefully.

But in fact, Willy didn't keep staring at his notes as Maca imagined.

Right now, she was lying on the small tea table beside the bed, comparing Maca's notes, and writing down something word by word in her notebook.

But after a while, she closed the notebook again.

Flowers in the Muggle world are prettier than those in the wizarding world.

Willie turned her head and stared blankly at the sky outside the window. It was dusk now, and the golden sunset blended into the background of various buildings, which looked very wonderful.

He said that he will go to sea tomorrow... Are there any plants in the sea? She stared blankly at the sea level that could be seen in the distance, as if looking forward to it, but her expression was still so calm.

Suddenly, Willie turned her head and looked at the closed door, which she stared at motionlessly, as if trying to see through it.

He's a nice guy, she said.

The sun is gradually setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun is becoming more and more brilliant. It is still bright outside the window, but there is also a hint of coolness gradually.

Willie just sat in the chair, sitting quietly, doing nothing. She seems to be used to this alone time, just looking at everything around her calmly,

As if I was just one of the objects.

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

It was just dark outside, but the night of the Pachino people came very early. It was not long before the sun had just dived into the hills, and there were not many people wandering outside on the streets.

Maca found a flat rocky place by the sea that no one passed by, and with a depressed face, he practiced apparation without any improvement effect, and everything seemed to be proceeding in an orderly manner.

But what Maca didn't expect was that at this moment, Quirrell—or Voldemort, he was lingering in the Albanian forest!

Since Voldemort tried to kill the Harry family eleven years ago, Harry's mother Lily sacrificed herself for her son. And Voldemort also died physically because of the counterattack of the Killing Curse he released.

Since then, his mutilated soul has been hiding in the depths of the Albanian forest for ten years.

A year ago, he finally met Quirrell who came here on vacation, and successfully tamed him in one fell swoop, and was easily brought to Hogwarts Castle.

But who knows, Voldemort, who had aimed at the Sorcerer's Stone, failed again. While he was angry, he returned to this remote but familiar place.

At this time, Quirrell was leaning softly on the trunk of a big tree, he was covering his left shoulder with his right hand, and his left hand was hanging powerlessly beside him.

Obviously, Dumbledore's blow had seriously injured him.

Voldemort had already let go of his grip on Quirrell. He was still attached to the back of Quirrell's head, but the fierce fighting that day consumed a lot of his strength, which made him even weaker even weaker.

On the big tree behind Quirrell, you can vaguely see a hole in the tree that has been hollowed out. There are a few strands of vines drooping at the hole, and you can't really notice it if you don't look carefully.

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

Master... I think... very bad. Quirrell barely opened his eyelids and said weakly.

Voldemort didn't respond, maybe he was concentrating on regaining his strength, or maybe he just didn't want to talk about it.

Seeing that his master didn't respond, Quirrell looked at the bushes in front of him in confusion. After a while, he closed his eyes again.

Another long time passed, and suddenly, Quirrell's eyes suddenly opened, and there were wisps of evil in the red eyes.

For some reason, Voldemort once again took control of Quirrell's body!

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

The further you go in, the taller and more verdant the surrounding trees are, and the staggered canopies block out the moonlight, making the forest look darker and darker.

But Voldemort didn't seem to need light at all. Although his steps were slow, he circumvented many trees with great accuracy, and he didn't even touch the twisted roots under his feet.

Go, keep going, keep going...

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

This is all because he has a place he must go to - while he can still control Quirrell's physical movement.

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

Voldemort controlled Quirrell and walked to the entrance of the ancient temple, looking at the almost half-collapsed stone floor inside, with a rare hesitation on his face.

But after a while, he took another step and walked all the way in.

It was only after walking into this small ancient temple that a dark and gloomy corridor was exposed under the damaged and collapsed slate floor tiles!

It was extremely dark inside, and as soon as he took two steps, his figure was completely swallowed by the shadows, and there was no trace of him anymore.

...

Early the next morning, along the coast of Pachino.

Sit tight, let's go!

Wei Li sat behind Maca, holding his clothes tightly with both hands. Although it couldn't be seen on his face, he seemed a little afraid of heights.

Maca naturally didn't notice Willie's appearance, otherwise he would have noticed it when he flew over from Rome.

As soon as he kicked his feet, the Nimbus 2000 brought him and Willy, but the speed was still fast, and he had already left the shore in the blink of an eye.

They were flying to the center of the Mediterranean. There, there is a small island covered by magic, and it would be impossible to find it if Maca had not held the chart.

But even so, after a while, when Maca flew across a sea area, he suddenly felt a blur around him. When he just reacted, he saw a small island appearing in front of him, with a soft white light emitting from the top of a tall tower in the center.

A light-absorbing barrier? An enlarged version of the Illusion Curse? Maca glanced back, then flew straight to the tower.

When he approached the tower, he immediately found that there was a lot of permanent magic on it. Most of them are harmless, just used to maintain the tower and repel Muggles; but some are passive defensive magic.

Maca saw a red halo appearing on Ta's body, and immediately backed away.

It seems that we still have to walk over honestly.

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

Pooh!

Maca spat out the leaves hanging from her mouth, and looked back at Willie.

do not move!

As he spoke, he gently patted the leaves on Willie's head off, and then continued, Okay, let's take a look inside.

But before he could take a few more steps, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

...Is there something? Maca immediately drew out her wand and observed the surrounding situation vigilantly.

Not long after, there was a commotion in the branch in front of Maca's left, as if something big was about to rush in front of him.

There are many obstacles!

Maca gave a jerk of his wand.

Immediately, even the trembling leaves nearby slowed down. The next moment, a ferocious and terrifying mouth suddenly appeared from between the branches, and the sharp fangs were clearly visible.