"My Lord" raised his head. He seemed to be muttering to himself, yet also asking Neville a question. His tone had shifted slightly, carrying a trace of genuine confusion.
"Why? You are like this, and so are they. Why is that? Could it be because..."
He stared into Neville's eyes again, as though searching for the answer he wanted. "The 'connection' he established with you?"
Obvious fear appeared in Neville's stubborn eyes.
He remembered that during last year's Christmas holiday, the Longbottom family had entered into a Magical Contract with Wizet. If the "connection" My Lord mentioned referred to that...
What exactly was My Lord going to do?
Even without receiving a precise answer from My Lord, Neville already felt uneasy.
More than worrying about what would happen to him next, he feared that Wizet might never be able to return.
According to what My Lord was saying, if even this Magical Contract could be erased, would Wizet still be able to find a way back?
"How curious. He has 'connections' with all of you—far too many..." My Lord shifted his gaze away from Neville, sweeping it across everyone present as he slowly returned to his original position.
He seemed able to see something different in these people. The confusion in his voice gradually faded, replaced by an almost decisive indifference.
"You still used something I forbade you to use, defying my orders... It seems to be very important to you as well. It can give you courage and confidence."
Hearing My Lord mutter to himself, everyone present felt the same deep unease and fear as Neville.
They wanted to struggle and scream, wanted to try resisting the magic binding their bodies, but they could do nothing at all.
"Then disappear together!" My Lord finally made his decision. Magical ripples