Chapter 44 Letters
In the morning light, a pure white owl flapped its wings and flew out from the second-floor window of the villa. Its flamboyant wings flashed, and a red light was faintly visible under its pointed feet. It flew away into the sunshine, carrying its owner's letters and gifts.
"Della, you can come down for breakfast~"
The owl that was gradually moving away had shrunk into a small dot. It was only because the morning sun was not so strong that Della could still see the figure of the little owl.
At this time, Mrs. Mason's warm and loving greeting came from the bottom of the stairs. Della responded casually and packed up to go downstairs.
The little white snake was finally sent back to be remade because it seemed to only know how to stay close to Della. Moreover, according to Maggie, it cast a killing curse and was really hard to control. The materials used to make the little white snake were reused to create this little owl.
This little owl appears to be very well-behaved, and its magical properties are retained, except that the Killing Curse has been changed to a Storage Curse and a Confusion Curse.
The extra spells should be the result of Della's additional blood added during the recasting process.
According to Maggie's guess, the alchemy of the Dorodotus family may have a hidden rule - bloodline, which may have originated from the first head of the family, a genius who was arrogant enough to integrate the family bloodline into the inheritance.
Also, speculation about personality.
This guess was Della's shallow intuition. The little owl was as well-behaved as Della expected, and the spell given to it was very much to her liking.
As for the little white snake, it should be said that it meets her requirements for snakes. It is as smart and well-behaved as Maggie, but more ordinary and clingy than him. There may be some comments mixed in. The Killing Curse is very consistent with Della's impression of Maggie.
I just don't know if other people's blood or will will have any impact on my alchemical works.
At the dining table, Le Lei was picking out vegetables from the plate with rough movements. Bell peppers and beets were thrown randomly on the table, which might explain his sallowness and thinness.
Nosi was just the opposite. There was only a little pitiful salad on her plate, but her face had the same disgusted expression as Lele. Even though her figure was already slim enough, she was still morbidly obsessed with being thin.
The disgust on their faces all disappeared when they faced Della, and they showed the same gentleness and kindness as a year ago. Della also skillfully smiled well-behavedly, gently pulled out the chair opposite them and sat down.
Della's action was like a signal, and they quickly returned to their previous behavior. Mrs. Mason also came out of the kitchen with fried eggs and bacon. She ignored her unruly children and placed the rich, well-matched breakfast in front of Della. After receiving Della's well-behaved smile, she turned her gaze to Leray and Nosey.
"Look at you! Do you really think cooking is that easy? Oh my God! Nosi, you've become as thin as a skeleton!"
Della enjoyed her breakfast very calmly. She was used to the chaos around her.
After the confession that night, Maggie toned down her control over them, limiting her orders to what satisfied her.
In the past half month, Della had seen Mrs. Mason's arrogance and temper, Leray's willfulness, and Nosey's harshness. The warmth in this small villa a year ago was gradually replaced by their true appearance.
This place has become a place similar to an orphanage, which means it is much more convenient.
This is probably the result that always occurs when the aliens try to blend in with the ordinary people.
Breakfast ended in the chaos. Della was about to get up after putting the tableware away. Mrs. Mason, who had just been scolding Leray, turned to Della hastily and put on her kind smile again.
"Dear Della, I received a letter from my husband this morning. I'm sorry that I can't stay here all the time during this vacation. He has a business trip in a few days and needs me to accompany him."
Mrs. Mason's voice sounded full of apology, and even the deepening wrinkles seemed to have turned into arcs of regret. "Perhaps you can come with us. I think my husband would like a sensible child like you. You have to know that my children never make snacks with me."
Mrs. Mason's voice rose a lot when she made the proposal, and it was obvious that she was really looking forward to it.
Once the matter involved Della, Lele and Nosi also raised their heads, and their originally undisciplined expressions turned into eager anticipation.
Della raised her eyebrows. In order to better cooperate with the effect of Maggie's eye control, Della did not refuse directly, but responded to them with a smile.
"Please let me think about it again. I also miss everyone in the orphanage."
Although she had been back for so many days, she had never visited the orphanage.
The owl released by Della in the morning arrived at the periphery of the Malfoy Manor barrier at noon. A wax-sealed letter and a carefully wrapped small package appeared in its powerful claws in an instant. Because it was still under the effect of the Confusion Charm, this process would not arouse suspicion even if it happened in front of wizards.
Of course, only for ordinary wizards.
It was Maggie who told Della that the little snake, without its disguise, was unexpectedly good at evaluating magic, even though he couldn't cast magic.
The sound of an owl flapping its wings was very common in Malfoy Manor. After all, Mr. Malfoy always seemed to be able to get along with everyone in various occasions. It was not that he was very good at dealing with people, but that the power and wealth accumulated by their family in the early days gave him a lot of conveniences.
Dozens of different letters landed accurately ten centimeters away from Lucius's plate. He looked at the accumulated letters without any concern.
He waited until all the owls had flown past before he slowly picked up the small pile of letters. He was not in a hurry to open them, but read the wax seals on the letters one by one and arranged the order in which he would read them.
Every time at this time, Dad feels the most oppressed.
Draco pursed his lips slightly, quickly glanced at his father's slightly furrowed brows, and took a complicated look at the full stack of letters in his hands. Then, as he did every time he had a meal, he looked towards the corridor where the owl would fly.
"Are you still waiting for your friend's letter? Oh, my poor little dragon." Narcissa noticed Draco's loss. She gently touched Draco's soft golden hair, and the head that was originally drooping under her hand suddenly raised up.
Narcissa subconsciously looked towards the corridor and saw a silver-white owl that she had never seen before flying towards them.
The faint scent of daffodils rushed into Narcissa's nostrils as the owl glided. Narcissa raised her eyebrows and looked at the letter and package that fell lightly in front of Draco. Because Draco grabbed the letter so quickly, she only saw a flash of daffodils on the envelope.
However, the letter that Draco had been waiting for flew into Lucius' hands as soon as the wax seal was torn. He couldn't help but shout "Dad!", and Narcissa looked at Lucius with disapproval.
"Although you said she was a clever little witch, the Muggle-borns in Gryffindor are also very clever. That Granger had all A's on her transcript, just like Della you mentioned."
Lucius shook his head majestically at Draco who was reaching out to take the letter back. He unfolded the fragrant letter paper and said, "I think I can select some friends for my son. Even if her snake saved you once, not everyone can climb up to the Malfoy family."
His words made Narcissa pause, and a look of pride and arrogance flashed across her face. She reached out and pressed down Draco's little hand that was still trying to struggle, and shook her head at him gently and unyieldingly.
Draco was completely deflated now. He looked at the unfolded letter resignedly. He was not worried that Della would write something inappropriate in the letter, but he was afraid that she would use words to tease him in the letter...
Now it all depends on luck...
"Dear Draco..." Lucius began to read. When he came to this point, he glanced at his son, whose face had already turned red, and snorted slightly before continuing to read.
"Please forgive me for writing to you now. As I told you before, I had a little trouble finding a place to live at the beginning of this summer vacation. Fortunately, I don't have to spend this summer at the dean's house."
As for Snape...this girl is really valued.
"I'm staying with an aunt now and I'm well taken care of. Please don't worry about me. I'm just a little disappointed that I can't see you during this long summer vacation. I think I should have looked at you more on the train. Maybe we can take some magic photos next semester."
I knew she would never let me go!
Facing his parents' increasingly subtle looks, Draco's face turned even redder, and his face was tightly stretched to prevent himself from showing any embarrassment.
"I guess you have been waiting for my letter for many days. Please allow me to express my apologies again. In addition to some objective reasons, it is my own fault that I am too obsessed with new knowledge. I think I have achieved some results. Although it is not something worth boasting about, I still made you a small gift as my apology."
"Della Doreen Riddle."
Lucius' voice became deeper when he pronounced the name, his eyes fixed on 'Riddle', and then he quickly returned to his previous expression, but his eyebrows unconsciously knitted tighter.
"Open that, Sissi."
Narcissa glanced at Lucius with a strange expression. Her son beside her was so unhappy that his eyes were red. Narcissa couldn't bear it, but she also knew that her husband must have his reasons for his change of attitude, so she still opened the carefully packaged little box.
A small light golden snake lay quietly in the center of the box. From its head to its tail, there were dark golden inscriptions winding their way. Narcissa recognized that they were runes. A card like a business card was placed next to the small golden snake.
Under the gazes of the father and son with different emotions, Narcissa picked up the card. She finally saw the daffodils that flashed by earlier, and the address written in beautiful handwriting.
"This should be her address." Narcissa looked at the card for a while and then put it on the table. She fiddled with the little snake again. When she touched it, she found that the little golden snake was not alive, but made of metal. However, it was very delicate and could be considered a good gift for children.
Narcissa commented secretly in her heart as her fingertips stroked the carvings on the snake's head. The little snake, which she regarded as a work of art, suddenly opened its dark red eyes, and she couldn't help but let out a cry.
After the inscriptions on the little snake's body lit up one by one, it stood up as if it had life, and its not-so-red tongue spit out a few times quickly. It nodded up and down at Narcissa, appearing to be very friendly.
"This..." Seeing that the lifelike little metal snake had no intention of attacking, Narcissa looked up at her solemn-looking husband and excited son with some uncertainty. At this time, the little snake slid onto her wrist very skillfully and rubbed it affectionately.
"Mom! That should be mine!" Draco couldn't help it and reached out to take the little snake, but all he was greeted with was its intimidating open mouth.
Even though the little snake had no intention of continuing to attack, Draco's eyes became even redder. He looked at his parents aggrievedly and ran away with a pout.
"Draco!" Narcissa took the little snake off her hand and hurriedly got up to chase her own little bastard without bothering to deal with it. Only Lucius was left sitting in the main seat. He held the letter, his body only slightly turned, his eyes fixed on the little snake standing up on the table as if waiting.