Chapter 51 Voldemort and the Ancient Stele
But what Maca didn't expect was that when he returned to the shore, he saw an unexpected scene.
At this moment, a group of people were standing on the shore of Lake Liquini. Most of them were dressed as servants of noble families, and the leader was an old butler wearing a black suit vest and a white long-sleeved shirt.
Miss Blois? This is... Maka lifted the spell on her body and asked.
The servants at home are here, I have to go back.
Willie was still so calm, and there was still no expression on her face, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Sir, thank you for taking care of our lady these days. If you have time in the future, I hope you will come to Chateau Blois in Paris as a guest. I believe the master will be very happy.
The old butler spoke kindly, without saying anything to blame Maca, but instead made an invitation on behalf of his master, showing the ability and calmness of a noble butler.
Maca nodded, he glanced at Willie, and said: Mr. Steward must have worked hard all the way to find it. When I am free in the future, I will definitely visit. Miss Blois and I are classmates at Hogwarts. , and became good friends, and when the next semester starts, I will ask the Head of Slytherin House, Professor Severus Snape, to continue to take care of her.
Maca's mouth skills have always been good.
He knew what Willie lacked, and so did her family. Although looking at Willie's appearance, the situation at home didn't seem to be very good, but as an outsider who didn't know, such a way of expressing kindness was never wrong.
Sure enough, the old butler also nodded, thanked him for his words, and then turned and walked towards Willie.
...Thank you. Before leaving, Willie said softly, Thank you for the Christmas gift too...
She turned around and walked a few steps forward, but turned around and added something.
...See you at the beginning of school.
Maca smiled at her, and stood by the lake watching the old housekeeper take Willy away with Apparation.
It looks like he's still an amazing pure-blood nobleman.
He stood on the shore pondering for a while, then put aside the speculation in his heart, and dived into the lake again.
All the way to the underwater cave, and then down the slightly steep stone steps step by step, and soon came to the bottom.
There is indeed a stone gate underneath, which looks very old, but it is not damaged. It's just that there is nothing on the stone gate.
The Alahoo hole is open! Maca pulled out his wand, and waved it lightly at the stone door.
This was a tentative move, and Maca didn't expect any effect, but to his surprise, the door opened slowly.
what's the situation?
Maca looked inside curiously, but found that there was only an empty hall inside.
The space inside looked very large, and the sound of friction between the stone door and the ground echoed in the hall, which made people feel a little uneasy.
On both sides of the hall, there is a row of supporting columns with rough carvings carved on them. In the deepest part of the hall, stands a throne with a tall back, which is carved out of a single rock as a whole. Although there are some defects, but at a glance, there is still a kind of original rough beauty.
The floor of the hall is paved with large flat stone slabs, and there are faint traces of carvings on it, but the weathering seems to be too serious, and the details are no longer clear.
Weathering? Maca looked and pondered, and was suddenly taken aback. Speaking of which, there is indeed wind in this hall. Where did it come from?
This is the bottom of the lake, how could there be wind blowing in?
He waited quietly for a while and found nothing unusual, so he raised his foot and walked in gently.
Um?
As soon as Maca walked to the center of the hall, he immediately felt dizzy.
Suddenly, it seems that the surrounding scenery is changing.
He quickly suppressed the discomfort in his heart and shook his head, only to find that everything around him had changed! To be precise, this hall suddenly became brand new.
The carvings on the stone pillars became clearer, the gaps on the rock throne disappeared, and even the traces of weathering on the stone slabs under his feet were all restored.
what happened?
Maca looked left and right, and was about to speculate, but unexpectedly, the stone door behind him made a heavy movement sound again. He hurriedly glanced behind him, but was surprised to find that the stone door was not closing, but opening!
He immediately ran a few steps to the left, using a stone pillar as a temporary hiding place. Just as he hid, a footstep came in from the door.
It's already opened just now, how come... Maca frowned and thought, Could it be that the dizziness just now was because I walked into the illusion? This place is not real?
It's hard to say whether it's an illusion, but right now, it seems that someone is walking towards him, and it is imperative to solve this matter first.
But when Maca waited for a while, he found that the man seemed to have stopped. He turned to look over there, but froze immediately.
That person was also looking at him, and when he poked his head, his eyes just happened to meet.
It was a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes. She was dressed in an ancient aristocratic suit. She had a pretty face, but her expression was solemn, and her eyes were even more unusually sharp.
...Rowena? Now that he had been discovered, Maca had no choice but to come out, probing out habitually.
My name is Royna Mira. Young candidate, welcome to the second test. The other party's tone was calm, the content was simple and direct, and there was a faint sense of reason.
Before Maca could continue to ask something, he saw that all the stone slabs on the floor of the hall lit up with a dazzling blue light, covering him and Rowena in it.
Maca only had time to glance at the stone carvings on the ground, and found that they were all regular runes arranged in a regular pattern!
This is a huge combination of ruled runes! He thought for a moment, and then he disappeared into the hall directly.
The light gradually dimmed, and there was no one in the hall anymore. No one knew where Maca and that Rowena had gone.
...
Just when Maca disappeared into that ancient hall, less than ten miles away, Voldemort was in an extremely bad situation.
Uh...wheeze...uh ah ah—
Underneath that small ancient temple, there is a very large underground palace. And in the deepest part of the underground palace, a huge stone tablet was inserted obliquely on the ground, causing cracks of all sizes to appear everywhere on the ground.
And just in front of this stone tablet, a tiny figure was standing there with his back bent, wailing in pain.
Master...Master, please forgive me...uh——
That's Quirrell!
Behind him, a phantom made of black smoke was floating in the air, with a hideous and terrifying face. Suddenly, the phantom's eyes turned blood red instantly, and a brutal and bloody aura suddenly spread, and the powerful power contained in it made Quirrell shrank directly on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
It's just that this aura came and went quickly, and the phantom suddenly rose into the sky again, turning into black smoke and rushing towards Quilo.
After a while, Quirrell stood up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, his blood color suddenly surged.
……Or not
At this moment Quirrell spoke, or rather, it was Voldemort.
This ancient stone tablet is really weird. It takes too much energy just to keep my will from being affected. He said to himself in a deep voice, and suddenly his face changed, and a faint light flashed in his red eyes. angry.
If it weren't for that kid, why would I come to this stone tablet to draw strength. It's a pity...it's better not to touch this thing if you can.
Voldemort loved and hated this weird ancient stele. What I love is its strangeness and power, but I hate it for being too strange and powerful.
If not necessary, Voldemort would not have come here casually. This is all because of the strange ability of the stone tablet-bewitching.
There seems to be a devil hidden in this huge stone tablet.
It can bewitch any creature that comes before it, and let that creature make a contract with it——it can give the opponent strength, but it can also bring physical and mental torture to the opponent.
If it is supported, the power will become stronger, but the creature itself will gradually sink into the bewitching of the stone tablet as the power increases.
Whether it is the gradual loss of humanity, brutality, or other changes, it will bring great harm to the creature itself, and eventually lose its life, and the soul of the creature will attach itself to this stone tablet after death .
At this moment, Quirrell and Voldemort are equal to one. And Voldemort's idea is naturally that Quirrell will accept the contract instead of him, and he will draw Quirrell's power.
It's just clear that it hasn't worked out so far.
...In that case, let's try until we succeed. Voldemort said with narrowed eyes as if he had made up his mind.
At the same time, Voldemort turned into black smoke again, separated from Quirrell, and floated behind him again.
continue!
No, no...Master, I really can't hold on anymore...
continue!
... Quirrell knelt on the ground, trembling and hesitating, but in the end he didn't dare to disobey the order of the Dark Lord.
He sobbed and cut his wrist, spilling blood on the surface of the stele. With a flash of light and shadow, Quirrell began to wail again, but his voice was much weaker than before.
The terrifying and gloomy howling sound echoed faintly in this underground palace, adding a bit of horror to this place shrouded in darkness.
Behind Qi Luo, the red light in the eyes of the black smoke became stronger, and the dark and powerful momentum expanded again, filling the entire dark secret room of the underground palace...
