Chapter 95 The Beginning of the Game

Chapter 95 The Beginning of the Game

Under the bright moonlight, countless snakes slithered among the dense grass of the Forbidden Forest. Maggie, the leader, was holding a glowing purple grass in his mouth. Compared with other snakes of colorful colors and sizes, his gray-green color was not very conspicuous in the dark night, but his unparalleled leadership temperament distinguished Maggie from others, and people immediately realized that he was the leader among them.

Today he went to the Screaming Shack as usual to check on the experiment. The powder in the special hourglass had almost reacted, only the last bit of the core part was missing. This already made him in a good mood, and today he had a surprising gain.

The grass in Maggie's mouth is an uncommon potion called Hanyu. It is not very precious, but whether it is eaten directly or made into a potion, its medicinal properties can greatly relieve fatigue.

Della needed a little relaxation, Maggie thought.

Because there have been progress in all aspects recently and there are those stupid homeworks to deal with, the girl is very busy. Maggie never thought that diligence was a bad thing before, but after noticing Della's surprisingly pale and unconscious face, he finally realized that Della is only a 12-year-old child.

Does he feel bad? Maybe.

Maggie never thought deeply about that. Rather than paying attention to Della's precocity, he understood Della's temperament better. She was a very independent and thoughtful girl. Unless she made her own choice, nothing could change her mind.

Then what I can do is to guide and support her to the greatest extent possible.

This realization made Maggie happy and relaxed. Although there were still troubles waiting to be exposed in school, he enjoyed the peace and routine of the day.

If Maggie had not seen Della's familiar cold and lonely black eyes when she returned to the dormitory, she might have temporarily forgotten her long-standing plan.

"Hai-sia-(I found this in the Forbidden Forest today, I think it will be a good gift for you)." Maggie slid onto the table and put the herb in her mouth next to Della's hand. Her yellow eyes met the black eyes that had been fixed on him. "Hai-ya-(You used your eyes today)."

"What a thoughtful gift, Maggie." Hearing Maggie's statement, Della picked up the comfrey at hand and started playing with it, without answering Maggie's question immediately.

According to her usual speaking habits, Della should have smiled, but she didn't. She was still cold, even her eyebrows were frowned, "Remember I said I wanted to find a ghost to experiment with glasses? I met one today, and I tried some other things by the way."

Maggie's eyes fell on the glasses on the table, where there was also a small spyglass and four books with their spines turned back. Even though Maggie couldn't see the titles of the books, she knew something was wrong. This was the first time Della had consciously spoken to him in private without using Parseltongue. It seemed that she was specifically targeting his conversation skills.

Maggie felt a little flustered, but also wanted to laugh.

"Heath--Hash (I still remember the way you looked at the two of us with your glasses that night, and you said our bodies blocked our observation)." Maggie responded to Della's words naturally.

"Because from the data of the recovered discs, the soul will always sway." Della put down the purple grass in her hand, and took out two discs, one black and one white, and placed them on the table. She put the glasses in front of Maggie, "What do I look like in the glasses now?"

"Hai-shiha-shasi (A black and gold aura envelopes you, they are intertwined, but as last time it is very calm, like a lake without ripples)." Maggie twisted in front of her glasses.

"Today, when I was in the prefect's bathroom, I observed a female ghost I had never seen before. Without the barrier of the flesh, her entire soul was green, which shows that the color of the soul does vary from person to person." Della picked up her glasses and put them on. She stared at the solidified black on Maggie's outer contour. "Her soul was also very calm, but it was a flowing calm."

"Sha--si (Not just ghosts, other people are like that too)?" Maggie raised her snake body.

"Yes. I didn't want to look out of place wearing glasses in front of everyone, so I only observed from a distance. As for the result, yes." Della's glasses reflected the light, making it hard to tell where her eyes were looking. "No matter what the principle behind it is, we are more similar than we think, Maggie."

"..." Maggie stared at the reflection on Della's lenses without saying anything.

"Let me introduce this pair of glasses a little more. I think it might affect the content of our conversation later." Della smiled for the first time tonight. She tapped the frame of her glasses. "Perhaps it is more related to the looking glass. In its sight, normal and positive emotions are all in a calm state. The soul will only fluctuate greatly when it is in a negative emotion."

"The mirror captures that kind of fluctuation, while our souls remain still. Do you understand the meaning behind it, Maggie?" Della placed the mirror beside her between the two of them. "No matter how we lie, no matter what bad things we do, they will not be revealed."

"Hai-hasha-hi (This is not a bad thing)." Maggie gently waved her snake's tail.

"That's not a good statement," Della said jokingly with a calm expression. She took the top of the four books and said, "But I don't deny it. Besides, according to what you said, we have more conveniences."

"Bound Your Mind", Maggie stared at the cursive words on the cover and tilted her head.

"When I realized that the Mirror couldn't detect my lies, I wondered if I was born a master of Occlumency," Della took off her glasses and put them aside. "I made a mistake in principle in this guess. The Mirror detects the soul, while Legilimency invades the memory."

"But what's interesting is that my guess is not wrong." Della said lightly.

"Sha-ya-shi-shi (Are you being legilimiento)?" Maggie raised her snake body.

"No, on the contrary. I used Legilimency on a ghost, but the moment I read her memory, I realized the blockage of my brain. It was a wonderful certainty." Della smiled at Maggie. Her eyebrows were curved, and she looked gentle and kind, but it made Maggie feel cold all over. He was too familiar with Della's smile.

In the past, among a bunch of Muggles, they were heretics to each other, so Della never asked; but at Hogwarts, among a bunch of wizards, they were heretics among heretics, and Della's inquiring eyes fell on their former selves.

Maggie was not surprised by this exploration, but it was the first time he realized the oppression of Della's coldness.

"Because I tried to add the eyes, Legilimency was too much, so I gave her an additional order." Della's pause ended before Maggie spoke, and she had a firm grasp on the progress of this conversation. "Then I saw a very interesting change. A small piece of the ghost's soul was stained black."

"Hahi-hasha-hi (You mean, our souls are transmitted through our eyes)?" Maggie looked a little surprised.

"......" Della stared at Maggie without saying much, her eyebrows furrowed again, "The short-term loss of soul will certainly have an impact on people. I think this can explain my changes. As for you, Maggie, I think your soul is much larger than your body now, so there is almost no impact."

"Hai-ha-shisha (Is this what you see through the glasses)?" Maggie's snake tail touched the frame of the glasses, and the snake's compact facial features did not reveal his emotions too much.

"You can't see this from the outside, but being able to grow or shrink at will isn't a common ability." Della said.

"Shiha-sha-yahi (I never thought of it this way before, I always took it for granted)." Maggie explained. The mirror that Della had used to demonstrate earlier was lying quietly in front of him, but it was just a decoration for the two people present.

"But I still have to ask again, Maggie, what kind of existence are you?"

Della took the three books. She opened two of them to the last page and showed the name 'Bronte Dorothy' and the publication date to Maggie. As for the third book, she turned to the page with the Clinggreton family crest.

A good liar always hides his lies within a certain degree of truth, while a sharp person can always rely on that certain degree of truth to trace the traces of lies or truth.

(Dela, your family's loyal servant, Dorotheus was cursed, but also very beloved. Parseltongue and the evil eye are both gifts in your blood. My eyes were transformed when Bronte was still in the family.)

Maggie suddenly remembered his original answer, and also noticed what Della was concerned about - the family that was deliberately concealed, and the fact that Bronte and her snake were at least four hundred years old.

These two points, one about lies and the other about truth.

But what concerned Maggie more was that Della had released too many chips at once, which was both a good thing and a bad thing for him.

On the one hand, Della had limited his answer; on the other hand, Maggie wasn't sure if Della had any other chips she hadn't put on the table.

The game of trust has begun.