Chapter 18 The So-Called Father
When she returned to the dormitory after lunch, the young master who was always so arrogant in the Slytherin lounge was nowhere to be seen. It was not until the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon that Della saw Malfoy again.
His long light blond hair had returned to its original length and lay smoothly behind his head as before. If Ron, who was sitting at the back table, had not sneered unabashedly when he came in, this young master would have sat down with his head held high as usual.
As soon as Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table at noon, he described Malfoy's embarrassment to the lions in vivid detail. Gryffindors are always very noisy, and anyone who eats in the restaurant at noon and pays a little attention will know the embarrassing story of Malfoy, who always looks down on people.
Many teasing eyes fell on him, which made Draco's pale face flush. He came late because of his bad mood and had no time to argue with that annoying Weasley. He led his two younger brothers to the two empty tables in the front of the classroom.
Because Professor Quirrell smelled so bad, everyone scrambled for seats in the back. Even the Ravenclaws who were willing to sit in the first row were really reluctant to sit in the middle seat of the first row where they could feel the garlic smell most directly.
Seeing that there was an empty seat in the second row, Draco sat down without any hesitation without even looking at the people sitting at the table. Crabbe and Goyle, the two idiots, could only reluctantly move towards the first row, which was considered a special seat.
It turns out that history always repeats itself in a striking way. Sitting next to Draco was Della, who had been watching him all the time.
"Hey~Draco~"
A familiar voice came from beside him, and the expression on Draco's face froze instantly. He looked at the smiling girl holding a feather pen with a stiff neck, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.
"you you!"
"Ding~"
The bell for class rang, and Della winked at the stiff Draco playfully, then turned to look at Professor Quirrell, looking as if she was listening to the class seriously.
Professor Quirrell paid special attention to Della in this class. His eyes were always on this table. He would walk down from time to time to ask questions and interact with Della. This made Draco, who wanted to tease Della, unable to do so. He could only sit next to Della unwillingly in the drowsy smell of garlic and finish the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Della also felt that Quirrell was unusual in this class. Sure enough, after class, Quirrell came over and invited her to his office, with a strange smile on his face that Della couldn't understand.
Did she feel that there was something flattering in that smile?
Della followed Quirrell into the office. The moment she politely closed the door and turned around, she met countless small eyes flashing with dark light. Several snakes of different sizes, shapes and colors appeared in the office, which seemed normal just now. They all raised their heads and looked at her as if they were ordered, as if they were just waiting for an attack order to launch an attack on her.
Della's expression remained unchanged. She looked at Quirrell who had his back to her, and her eyes swept towards the green snake closest to him. "Professor?" She asked in confusion.
"Oh, oh, dear Della, although there is no such rumor, I still think you should be a Parseltongue. I think you inherited the ability to talk to snakes from your father."
Quirrell turned around as he spoke, his tone became high, his hands raised up involuntarily, his face was filled with piety, his eyes that always dodged looked at Della with a twinkling light, "So I found these snakes, I hope you can show me your great abilities!"
"No, Professor, I don't understand what you are talking about," Della said perfunctorily with a smile on her face. Looking at the fanatical Quirrell in front of her and the emerald snake that had already climbed onto his body, Della slowly backed away and continued, "Are you sure that I am your friend's daughter?"
"Friend!? No, no, how dare I!" Quirrell's face twisted, he stepped back in fear, and then shouted, "That is my dear master, the greatest wizard!"
When the hand behind her touched the door handle, she felt a familiar slippery touch. Della turned her head and saw a bright red snake wrapped around her wrist. It opened its mouth, showed its fangs and hissed threateningly. Della heard it say, "Stay here obediently." She narrowed her eyes and stared at the dark red snake eyes.
"My dear lady, I still hope you can cooperate a little, so that it will be much more convenient for both of us." Quirrell looked at Della, who had half turned around, with a distorted face, and spoke in a low but deliberately high tone.
Della, with a red snake wrapped around one hand, took out her wand and looked at Quirrell warily. At this moment, a hoarse voice echoed in the space.
"Ss ...
This was snake language, and he was saying, "Entangle the girl." The voice came from Quirrell. There seemed to be a layer of obstruction that made the voice sound unclear, but Della saw clearly that Quirrell did not speak.
Della's face hardened. She threw the obedient red snake in her hand with its mouth tightly closed, and shouted, "Confusing Spell!"
As the spell hit the red snake, countless snakes that had originally slid towards Della turned towards the red snake and instantly wrapped it tightly layer by layer. The layers of snakes twisted and tightened, and kept surging.
Quirrell's eyes widened, he had not expected the situation to turn around so quickly. He subconsciously raised his wand and pointed it at Della, but his neck was suddenly strangled. He lowered his head in horror and could only see a piece of emerald green snake body, but he clearly felt that the snake's fangs were approaching the artery in his neck, and as he raised his wand, it tended to pierce into him.
Quirrell had no doubt that the moment he made a sound, the emerald snake would pierce his artery with its fangs.
But when exactly?
Although she could be said to have controlled the crazy professor, Della was still wary of the other party's raised wand. The emerald snake's venom was not strong, and Quirrell was also an adult wizard. Della did not dare to act rashly. The two of them just confronted each other with their wands raised. In the office, only the snakes were curled up and surging.
"Hahahaha! Let her see me, Quirrell."
A hoarse laugh came from Quirrell, and the green snake wrapped around his neck suddenly went limp, hanging powerlessly on Quirrell's neck. Della pursed her lips and watched Quirrell quickly pulling off the already limp snake. Fearing the sound coming from his body, she did not choose to open the door and run away. She just raised her wand and frowned at Quirrell.
A sinister grin appeared on Quirrell's face, and then he reached out to peel off the purple cloth wrapped around his head layer by layer. As the last bit of cloth fell to the ground, Quirrell turned around. Merlin, there was actually a vain face on the back of his head!
The scene was horrifying. Della swallowed and widened her eyes in horror. Her weak face said nothing. His narrow eyes, which seemed unable to open, were also looking at Della, the girl he had a sense of the first time he came into contact with her. She was so much like himself when he was young.
After a while, Della regained her voice and reason. Thinking about the hoarse snake language and Quirrell's strange behavior, an absurd thought came to her mind. She asked with a trembling voice, "Professor, this can't be my father you mentioned?"
"Child, it's a pity that I have to meet you in such a humiliating form. According to the test of blood magic, you are indeed my child. Your hair reacts to the remains of the Gaunt family. You can drive snakes, and your face is so similar to me when I was young. Although I don't know who your mother is, you are undoubtedly my child, Voldemort!"
"Voldemort?" Della's heart skipped a beat when she heard the familiar name. The huge amount of information made her a little dazed.
"Yes, yes! The most powerful dark wizard in history can only act like a parasite now, how ironic! Child, your great father needs your help!"
The vain facial features that seemed to be attached to the back of Quirrell's head were twisting hard. Although they still seemed unable to move, they seemed to be torn as if they were about to be peeled off from the back of his head, looking extremely hideous.
Della stared at the horrible face, thinking and weighing rapidly, and finally, under the gaze of the ugly face that had calmed down, she spoke slowly.
"I guess when I walked in here, there was no choice."
“Hahahaha,” the face laughed with satisfaction, and he croaked again, “Good boy, good boy! Your poor father only needs some of your blood to prolong my life. The connected blood can sustain my current life! Believe me, dear child, your father will definitely be resurrected!”
Della closed her eyes, exhaled a small breath from her throat, put down her wand and walked towards Quirrell who had already taken out the measuring cup.
"By the way, my child, just to be on the safe side, I think you wouldn't mind making a few Unbreakable Vows with Quirrell."
The hoarse voice in her ear continued to hum, and the sharp knife slid across the girl's delicate wrist. Della watched coldly as the bright red blood left on her wrist dripped into the measuring cup.
"Of course, my father."
Della looked at the small measuring cup that was gradually filling up, and whispered in response to the hoarse voice, her eyes dark.