Chapter 19: Unbreakable Vow

Della and Quirrell grabbed each other's right wrists, their eyes met. The white lines of the contract extended from where the two were holding each other, and finally converged together to form a complete pattern.

"Della Doreen Riddle, will you keep this secret for today?"

"I will. I won't tell anyone what happened today."

"Will you give your blood for my master?"

"I am willing. If you ask me to, I will donate my blood without hesitation."

"Will you assist me in resurrecting the great Dark Lord?"

"I am willing to help you resurrect my great father."

The contract ended, and white lines instantly covered the bodies of the two people and then quickly disappeared.

Della withdrew her hand, and looked with her dark eyes at her wrist, which was left with only a light pink scab after Quirrell used magic to heal it. Her hoarse laughter came again.

"My good child, the good child who inherited my glorious bloodline!"

As soon as the contract was concluded, Quirrell turned his head consciously to allow his master to examine his suddenly acquired bloodline. Della also raised her head. She smiled, her expression no longer as nervous as before, as if she was a well-behaved daughter who admired her father.

She answered all of Voldemort's questions obediently, including when she entered the orphanage, when she discovered that she could communicate with snakes, and when she began to throw stones at other children. In addition to her past life as a Muggle, Della also mentioned to Voldemort the strange things that happened in Ollivander's Wand Shop. She heard Voldemort sneer, and then he spoke grimly.

"Because he remembered me. Old Ollivander always has a good memory. Besides, my dear child, you are so much like me before. I think even Dumbledore cares about you so much because of your face. Humph, hypocritical old man."

Della subconsciously touched her face, then raised her eyebrows, took off the pearl hairpin on her head and put it into her robe, then waved the magic wand at herself, "Transform everything!"

Della turned into the handsome little boy again. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Voldemort. "Have you always been like this, father?"

"You look almost exactly like me now. I think your facial features will become softer when you grow up. Oh, my dear daughter, the daughter who inherited my bloodline and abilities!"

Voldemort's hoarse voice became excited. He stared at the face that was almost identical to his own as a child. Nostalgia was revealed in his distorted features. Ever since he devoted himself to the dark arts, he had completely lost his appearance that could be used as a weapon.

"Excuse me, father, but do you have any theory about my mother? Is she a witch?"

"I'm sorry, my child, I have no idea. I had relationships with some witches before. Ah, maybe you don't know, I am a descendant of Salazar. Voldemort, who possesses both nobility and power, attracted many witches. But until my body was destroyed by that damned Harry Potter, I had not heard any news about the child."

"Salazar? Father, are you a descendant of Salazar, the founder of Slytherin?" Della blinked and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, our glorious bloodline, and I can guarantee that your mother must be a pure-blood witch."

"So, I am not only a pureblood, but also a descendant of Salazar." The image of the arrogant golden head flashed through her mind, and Della couldn't help laughing. "Oh~ Sorry, my father, you probably don't know that I am a famous mudblood in Slytherin."

“Mudblood!? How could someone actually think you are a mudblood? There is no way Slytherin would allow such filthy blood in. It seems that each generation of students is getting dumber than the last.” Voldemort’s facial features were torn in dissatisfaction. He could not tolerate his bloodline being called a mudblood. This was undoubtedly an insult to himself.

"Master, it's mainly about the Malfoy kid." Quirrell said in a low voice. He heard Professor McGonagall talk about what happened on the first day of school.

"Malfoy? He's Lucius's child. He's so arrogant, just like his father." Hearing the word Malfoy, Voldemort's voice suddenly became low, and his already weird face became even more distorted.

"Father, although I still want to say more to you, it's already curfew time and I think I should go back." Della looked at the dark sky outside the window and looked at the empty face helplessly.

"Is it so late already? That's a pity. You should go back. Staying too long will make people suspicious. I look forward to seeing you next time, my dear daughter. Quirrell, give her the things."

Della took a quasi-borrowing slip from Quirrell, which included "The Origin of Dark Magic", "The Rise of Forbidden Magic", and "Irreversibility and Manipulation".

"These are books from the restricted section. I think my kids will like the dark arts."

"I'm really interested." Della was not lying at all. She was really curious.

"Thank you for your guidance, my father. I look forward to speaking with you next time. Goodbye, Professor Quirrell."

Della took the wand from Quirrell, bowed slightly to express her gratitude, turned around and was about to leave, but she heard the sound of chanting behind her.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The spell was not directed at her, but at the office door. Della paused, then continued forward as if nothing had happened, opened the door and walked out.

It seems that my guess was right. There is indeed no second choice after entering this door.

Leaning against the closed door behind her, Della unconsciously clenched the quasi-loan form in her hand, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, there was no emotion in her dark pupils. She slowly left the office that might have cost her life.

It turns out that this is the father I still have high hopes for.

Della wrapped the slightly raised pink scar on her wrist with a handkerchief. She bit her back teeth to increase the pressure, letting the pain be clearly engraved into her body. Only when the wound reopened and the warm blood stained the white cloth, forming small red dots, did she slowly release the pressure on her hands.

All of this is hidden in the loose wizard robe.

She walked downstairs. It was almost curfew. Occasionally, one or two hurried students ran by. No one paid any attention to the girl whose figure was trapped in the darkness and whose face was gloomy.

When they reached the basement, Maggie suddenly appeared in front of Della. Della blinked, squatted down, stretched out her left arm and let Maggie slide onto her shoulder.

Maggie put her slender snake head close to Della's ear, opened her mouth slightly and stuck out her tongue, whispering to Della with a hissing sound. The sound was so faint that it could not be heard even in the empty basement. Only the sound of Della's footsteps echoed in the air.

Della walked and listened, and interest began to emerge on her originally expressionless face. She even licked her lips excitedly and quickened her pace back to the dormitory.

It's great, my silly little Malfoy, that just when I was so angry and jealous, your people sent me a punching bag. I will make good use of this opportunity and take good care of my dear classmate.

It would be better if there wasn't that snake tail at the back. Even the unbreakable oath couldn't reassure the so-called father.

"Maggie, you know, I experienced something today, something that was beyond my expectations." Della stroked Maggie's snake head with her right hand as she walked, and pressed down with a little force.

As Della's right wrist approached, the pupils in Maggie's dark yellow eyes suddenly stood up, and some tiny friction sounds that he had not noticed just now also reached his ears.

"I met the father I always dreamed of, Maggie. You know, I'm also a pure-blood. My father also said that I'm a descendant of Salazar. This really makes me excited!"

“It was scary at first, but when I came to my senses, we were already having a great time chatting!”

"I'm looking forward to meeting him again and I'm sure I can learn a lot from him."

"Because I'm so happy, I don't know what to do!"

In the empty basement, only the girl's slightly excited voice could be heard. She took brisk steps, whispered to her pet about her excitement, and happily returned to the stone door of the Slytherin common room.

With the exception of Maggie, snakes aren't that smart, and it's okay to overdo it.

"Pureblood."

Della half-closed her eyes with a strange expression on her face, but the tone of her voice when she read out the command was extremely high-spirited, as if she was proud of this command. From the moment the stone wall opened, Della and Maggie stared at the gap created by the movement of the stone wall.

There are many strange places in Hogwarts, but one thing is certain: the lounges of each college have only one entrance and exit except for the windows. Since Slytherin is at the bottom of the lake, there are obviously windows for entry and exit, and even the air is kept fresh by magic.

Then the snake behind has only this one route to enter Della's dormitory.

The lounge in front of them was empty. Della walked in slowly without looking around, while Maggie kept looking at the stone door vaguely until the stone door closed completely and no light could get in.

The snake came in.

Maggie's snake tail swept across Della's neck, and her dark yellow eyes moved with the sliding figure, with a cold light flashing in her vertical pupils.

Della's body did not stop walking at all. She smiled, drew out her wand, walked into the girls' dormitory, walked step by step to the door of her dormitory, and whispered to Maggie beside her shoulder.

"Let's meet Miss Parkinson and her roommate first!"