Chapter 125 Polyjuice Potion (2)
There are many things that can be guessed without asking.
For example, Ron suddenly changed his appearance, which must be due to the use of Polyjuice Potion. Since they probably wanted to test Draco, it would be easiest to trick him into changing into himself.
Originally, she was called away by Snape to go to the office to deal with materials at the dinner today. Everyone attending the dinner knew that she would be absent from the Slytherin lounge later. Even if they were very careful to arrange someone to deal with the emergency of her returning early, it was impossible for them to use such an unknown identity.
What's more, Maggie still reacted like this.
Della glanced at Maggie, who looked almost infatuated, without any expression, and then looked at Ron, who was twisting his fingers awkwardly, with her usual gentle eyes, "What are you doing like this?"
"Why didn't I know that the old bat's classroom could be so bright before?" Ron, who was led into the potion classroom by Della in a few words, first murmured to the classroom that was as bright as daylight. After hearing Della's words, he swallowed his saliva, "I, I became like this because George and Fred played a trick on me."
Ron wanted to fool Della. After all, he just needed to delay Della, so he avoided the main point and only answered why it turned out like this.
But from the moment Della asked him "why did you do this", she was determined to get a definite answer.
Although it was almost certain, and although Hermione's personality would make her make a choice once the topic was raised in front of the Iron Triangle, for Della, the question of "who am I" was far more important than the so-called heir.
On this issue that had hit her yesterday, Della showed a different kind of cowardice than before, displaying an attitude of "not giving up until the end". She wanted a definite result, even if there was only one result that could be guessed.
"Ron, Professor Snape counted the materials after the Potions class that day," Della said slowly, "The horn of the bicorn and the skin of the African boomslang, combined with the materials available in school, only the Polyjuice Potion is left."
Ron's eyes widened immediately. He didn't expect Della to get straight to the point and explain their behavior in a logical and logical way. Ron didn't know how to fool her at all.
Looking at the stunned expression on Ron's face, Della knew that he had wavered. In order to avoid arousing their suspicion, she couldn't directly ask what she wanted to ask, so she had to use other topics as a cover.
"What are you going to do?" Della asked.
"Uh..." Ron's face flushed, and when his thoughts were revealed, he only uttered a few short syllables and then refused to say a word.
Ron was easy to get words from and easy to understand, but he was also very loyal. If she only revealed how much she knew, it would be difficult to pry concrete words out of him. Della's eyes turned slightly and she quickly adjusted her conversation strategy.
"I can probably tell that you guys want to investigate the matter of the Slytherin heir, right?" Looking at Ron's expression, which seemed to be fluctuating but still tense, Della continued to add, "I...I, I also want to know something about it."
"Della..." Ron heard the hesitation in Della's tone, and he said carefully, "But you are a Slytherin, and you have Malfoy by your side, you are safe."
In response to Ron's cautious look, Della suddenly turned her head away after staring at him for two seconds, revealing a confused and guilty look, "But, I'm a Parseltongue."
"What!" Ron stood up suddenly, took two steps back in shock, and looked at Della in disbelief.
"Yes, I was afraid that others would react in the same way." Looking at Ron's actions, Della did not show any disappointment, but just lowered her eyes, "That's why I have kept it a secret until now."
"Merlin, Slytherin's Parseltongue, then you, then who are you? No, no, you are not the heir." Ron asked and answered himself with a big movement. Although he denied his own question, there was still a flash of fear in his pure blue-green eyes.
"I'm not, Ron, but I'm not sure if I have any relationship with the heir," Della's voice lowered, and she looked at Ron very frankly, "So I'm very curious, I want to know if you know anything."
After seeing Della's pleading eyes looking at him, even though it was just an unfounded remark, Ron's heart had already tilted towards Della, who rarely showed weakness. He pursed his lips and sat back next to Della.
"Then Dumbledore allowed you to bring snakes because he knew you were a Parseltongue?" Ron pointed at Maggie on his shoulder.
"I think so, and I'm lucky to have a snake as smart as Maggie. He's smart enough to make everyone feel like they can talk to snakes, so they don't think I'm a Parseltongue." Della held out her hand to Maggie, "Come here."
Listening to Della's snake language again at this time, Ron was not so surprised. He looked at Della who put Maggie on her shoulders and felt that she was still the usual polite girl, and even made him feel closer to her.
Of course, shared secrets will bring people closer together, even if it is an environment deliberately created by only one party.
But here, rather than saying it was a shared secret, it was Della's sincerity. Although Ron didn't have this awareness, the conversation skills were universal.
Seeing that Ron was no longer opposed to the conversation, Della threw another question at him, "So, what are you investigating?"
Ron pursed his lips and hesitated for a while before he slowly spoke, "We plan to use the Polyjuice Potion to become Slytherin and go to Malfoy to get some information. I know you may not think there is anything wrong with him, but we think he should know something."
"Why do you think Draco should know something?" Della asked patiently following Ron's words.
"Um..." Ron subconsciously felt that it would be a bad idea to tell Della about what Malfoy had said to them in the library that day, so he wrinkled his nose and said very vaguely, "Among Slytherins, he is the only one who discriminates against people based on their bloodline."
Della didn't dwell on this issue with him. She finally asked Ron the question she really wanted to know the answer to, "Then why did you become like this?"
"Oh!" Hearing Della say this, Ron remembered that he had turned into someone else. The complaints that Hermione had suppressed in the bathroom suddenly came to his mind. "It's all Hermione's fault. Her plan was too crude!"
"Originally we were going to turn into Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent, but as soon as she heard Snape call you away at the dinner, she immediately decided to turn into you. She said she asked George and Fred to get the hair, and she insisted that I or Harry drink the potion with your hair added. It's really ridiculous!"
Ron kept on talking, "Look at me now! You still want me to hold you back like this! None of them are reliable!"
Honestly speaking, Ron, who revealed his plan in front of the target person, was the least reliable one. However, he also accomplished the task of delaying her subtly. Della looked at the clock on the wall pointing to half an hour calmly, and then returned her gaze to Ron's now pretty face.
"I see. I think I know." Della said. At this time, she and Maggie were both looking at Ron's face carefully.
"Uh..." Faced with two pairs of eyes glued to him, Ron scratched his head awkwardly. This somewhat silly behavior, when put on the beautiful skin he was wearing, showed a different kind of cuteness. "Then, what should we do now?"
"Stay here and let Hermione and Harry ask anything," Della realized that her gaze on Ron's face was a little presumptuous, so she looked away, waved her wand at the podium, and a wooden box flew towards them.
"Let's kill some time here." After taking the wooden box, Della said as she opened it. She laid out the wizard chess on the table. "This was confiscated by Professor Snape. There were two fearless seniors who played chess in his class before."
"In Old Bat's class? Wow, what a warrior." Ron sighed.
"It is said that there were many such warriors when Snape first became a professor. Now there are very few people who are not afraid of death." Della did not yield to Ron. She put the white square on her side and took a step forward. "It's your turn, Ron."
"I'm very good at chess." Ron smiled and looked at the chessboard seriously.
While Ron was concentrating on the chess game, Della was secretly sketching the appearance of the blonde girl in front of her.
Everything Ron said matched up with the truth. Della was sure that Ron had turned into what her body was supposed to be. However, the disappointment of having her existence denied had enveloped her since she began to speculate. Now that her speculation had been verified, Della fell into a terrible calm.
She just looked at him carefully, constantly sketching in her mind the movement of his eyebrows and eyes without a trace of sadness, deepening the blue-green in his eyes over and over again.
When the pen in her mind reached the nose, Della saw the similarities between her face and her current self. In fact, if you look closely, the outlines of the two faces are very similar, and the noses and mouths are almost the same.
However, the only thing that distinguishes them is their brow bones and eyes, which are often the most recognizable parts of a face. With this difference, people cannot find the similarities between the two unless they look closely.
Is the similarity in facial features a coincidence?
Or is it that her current soul is also subtly changing her original body?
In between games, Della secretly compared her hands with Ron's, which were exactly the same as hers. Her pretty eyebrows slowly wrinkled up, but in Ron's eyes, she was just worried about the game. Ron was secretly proud of his good chess for a while.
When Della relaxed her brows and moved the chess piece to a position that turned the situation around, making Ron feel distressed, she had also made the final decision in her heart.
This was the end of her quest for her own existence.
Although I am not able to affirm myself yet, I cannot deny myself.
She had to accept herself, even if the modified original was accusing her.