Chapter 127 Questions from the Three-Man Group

Chapter 127 Questions from the Three-Man Group

The next morning at seven o'clock, when Maggie returned to the dormitory, Della was washing up as usual, and there was no change in the room except that most of the bookshelves were empty.

"Good morning, Maggie." Della greeted casually as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Hai-(Good morning)." Maggie nodded. He swam to Della's feet in two or three swims. Della put him on her shoulders as usual. "Hai-sa (What are you going to do today)?"

Maggie's eyes flickered toward the bookshelf, but just as Della hadn't asked him what he had done last night, he kept quiet about it.

"I think someone has arranged it for me." Della straightened her collar and picked up the scarf hanging beside her and wrapped it around her. She had to go to Kwasi to pick up Apep later.

"Xi-sa-ya-hai (Spend a "pleasant" day under Malfoy's strict guard)?" Maggie said with a hint of sarcasm, but today he was not so averse to Draco. Maybe the arrogant kid could make the girl feel better?

"I don't think so. Someone will send him away today. Do you want to bet with me?" Della raised her eyebrows and tied her scarf.

"Hai Xi-Saya (Ah...you mean Harry and the others, right? Never mind, there's nothing to bet on. Hermione is a smart and straightforward girl)." Maggie nodded her snake head as if she understood.

Last night's conversation with Ron was Della's trick, using a secret that Harry already knew to get the trio's actions. As long as Ron went back and told Harry about this in the evening, Harry would also reveal the fact that he had known the secret for a long time.

The two gentlemen probably couldn't think so much, but Hermione would definitely understand Della's behavior of almost getting something for nothing, and would further doubt Della's understanding of the current events and even the extent of her involvement.

Della's conversation and behavior last night had already given Hermione ample reason to question her.

Maggie knew that Della had been prepared for the questioning that was about to happen, but he was not so sure about Della's inclination at the moment.

Did she want to take advantage of the situation to get to the bottom of the bad things? Or did she firmly protect herself? After all, being the heir of Slytherin did not actually harm her interests.

Fortunately, the trio acted quickly. In the afternoon, they found Della, who had been alone for a while, in the library. Maggie was really curious about how they got rid of Draco.

"Della, we need to talk." Hermione, who was in the lead, said aggressively, while Harry and Ron behind her looked at Della with complicated eyes.

Della closed the book in her hand. She looked up at Hermione calmly, "What do you want to talk about, Hermione?"

"I thought you would be more cooperative," Hermione frowned even tighter, "What you said to Ron last night was just to know our plan. Why do you do this, Della?"

"I'm just a little scared." Della replied slowly. The scarf around her neck moved slightly. Maggie, who was lying on the table, kept her mouth shut and watched the show.

"No, that's not the case. Your excuses are useless to me," Hermione looked at Della with burning eyes, "You always know everything, but you do nothing, even if you just tell us something. What are you thinking, Della?"

Hermione's voice sounded a little indignant, and Ron pulled her uncomfortably, but Hermione opened his mouth. Ron looked at Hermione, then at Della, and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. However, Harry beside him took a step forward at this time.

"I want to ask this, too, Della. What are you thinking?" Harry's green eyes were a little confused. "You can clearly see so many problems and know what is right. Why don't you make changes?"

"..." I didn't expect that Harry's words today would hit the mark so well.

Della swallowed the excuses she had prepared and quickly adjusted the course of her conversation. "I can't change it, I can only take corresponding actions."

"What do you mean..." Ron was a little confused by the tit-for-tat conversation between the three people.

"So your action this time is to do nothing and just be a coward who gathers information behind the scenes?" Hermione heard the hidden meaning in Della's words. She asked angrily, her voice becoming shrill.

"We are only in the second year, Hermione, and isn't it natural for the school to protect its students?" Hermione's questioning did not bring any emotional change to Della's face, and she continued to speak calmly.

"Don't think of shirking responsibility with such words. You obviously have the ability to do so, but you are just standing by and watching." Hermione stopped Della from talking and asked her the same question. She took a deep breath, and after calming down a little, her tone softened a little. "Della, I know some of your considerations, but can you really turn a blind eye to everything that happens in school?"

"As long as you're willing, we can investigate together." The anger on Hermione's face faded away at this moment, leaving only sincerity.

"..." Della stared at Hermione's sparkling brown eyes for two seconds, then turned her eyes downwards, avoiding Hermione's gaze.

Noticing Della's evasive action, Hermione's previous expression was immediately replaced by a look of sadness and disappointment. She couldn't help but ask, "Why, Della! Are you really so cold-hearted? If you are really so cold-hearted, why do you still care about our actions!"

Here comes the crucial point.

Della's eyes froze for a moment. She had to completely divert their attention away from her abnormal Polyjuice Potion yesterday. To do this, she had to explain her behavior in the direction they cared about.

"I don't deny my curiosity, nor do I deny my indifference. I can even admit that I do know some relevant things. But," Della paused, "I also received a piece of advice, a piece of advice not to get involved in the incident."

After listening to Della's words, the trio frowned, and Ron asked quickly, "Is this the advice given to you by the heir?"

"That was the advice given to me by Headmaster Dumbledore. But you are not wrong, Ron. The appearance of the heir may be a warning to me." Della raised her head and gave them a very normal smile. She looked at Hermione. "Some things are not difficult to guess, right, Hermione?"

"It's just that those things still lack some necessary explanations. I think you already have some ideas and should have seen the power behind that kind of explanation. Wait, I also know you don't care about those things." Noticing that Hermione was about to speak, Della raised her hand to stop her from talking. She continued, "But for me, the situation may be different."

Hermione's expression changed almost instantly, and her slightly opened mouth pursed twice. She looked at Della with her brown eyes, "You know there are many people who don't care, so this may not be a problem."

"But Dumbledore has advised me on this issue, so I have to reconsider it." Della untied her scarf, and Apep slid out along with her movements. Della touched Apep's snake head lovingly, "And think about it carefully, is it really a good thing for me to participate in the investigation?"

Hermione looked at the man and the snake opposite her, both with black eyes, and felt at a loss for the first time in this conversation. Obviously, she understood the meaning behind Della's vague words, and the Dumbledore brought up by Della undermined her original self-confidence, forcing her to consider those factors that she despised.

"I still think that your wishes are more important." Hermione made one last effort, but this time there was a hint of pleading in her tone.

"I'm sorry, Hermione." Della lowered her eyes and replied.

"..." Hermione's eyes drooped in disappointment, her lips pursed even tighter, she didn't know what to say anymore, she heard the implication of Della's words.

Della knew that she had guessed the basilisk and that she had associated it with Parseltongue, and she was hinting that she was indeed a descendant of Slytherin, and told them that they could ask Dumbledore to confirm this at any time.

Hermione couldn't agree with Della's cold and self-protective behavior, nor could she overly question the advice Dumbledore gave to Della, a Parseltongue with Slytherin blood. Even if they could prove that the murderer was someone else, Hermione could imagine the earth-shaking changes that Della would face after the news got out.

Even Della, not only her, but anyone who associates with the suspect will probably receive a lot of different looks.

"We won't force you to do anything, Della," Harry stood up at this time, looking at Della sincerely with a pair of green eyes, "It's good that you are like this, but I think maybe you can tell us something?"

Harry and Ron may not have understood the hint that Della had just given to Hermione, but that conversation in the cabin allowed Harry to understand Della a little better. He was not disappointed with Della's refusal, but he respected Della's decision more and cherished Della as a friend more.

This kind of behavior of giving someone a way out was very considerate, and even had the meaning of retreating in order to advance, but when it came to Harry, Maggie just felt that something was not right.

Could it be that something important happened that I didn't know about?

His eyes moved back and forth between Harry and Della, and finally fell on the obedient Apep.

Maybe I can get something out of this stupid little snake.

"Now that you have ruled out Draco, you also know that a Muggle died fifty years ago, right?" Della asked softly. After getting their confirmation, she continued, "I'm not sure what happened fifty years ago, but if you want to investigate this matter, you can't assume that it was done by the heir."

"What? You know who the murderer was fifty years ago?" Hermione asked immediately.

"I can't tell you his name." No one would believe Hagrid's name, "but a prisoner who can be forgotten is not difficult to find."

Hermione's eyes sparkled, apparently she had caught some inspiration, so she hurriedly said goodbye to Della and left with Harry and Ron.

The school fifty years ago might not have been filled with panic among students like it is today, but the heirs at that time were erased from the subsequent records. Snape also said that Hagrid might be taken away by the Ministry of Magic, so Hagrid must have been tried at that time.

When someone dies in school, an explanation must be given. Rather than publicizing that there is no trace of an heir, pinning a more realistic crime on the "murderer" is a more effective way to silence the public.

Della believed that after breaking the restriction of "must be related to the heir", Hermione would be able to find the corresponding case information from fifty years ago.

As for whether they could tell that it was Hagrid from the description that was blurred at the time to protect underage wizards, that was not within Della's consideration.

Anyway, her goal today has been achieved. She diverted the attention of the trio and also distanced herself from them by making her position clear.

The alienation between hypocrisy and sincerity was something Della had always foreseen, but she had only recently made up her mind to take the initiative to move towards this outcome.

A short pain is worse than a long one, and it is better for both parties.

She looked at the backs of the three people leaving, her calm black eyes trembling up and down, and her tender white hands unconsciously stroked Apep twice, then coaxed him into her scarf.

"Hai-xiha-xi (This should be considered as the fox taking advantage of the tiger's power, right)?" Maggie raised her snake body.

"I just misinterpreted my conversation with the headmaster in front of them. Maybe it's better this way." It's hard to say who is more terrifying between Salazar Slytherin and Voldemort. Della shrugged. "Anyway, Dumbledore's advice is true."

Using the three people's admiration for Dumbledore to justify her behavior is indeed much more useful than showing weakness in a coquettish manner. After thinking it through, Maggie looked at Della again, "Hai-Sa (What do you do next)..."

"Information gap is useful, but curiosity kills the cat," Della propped her chin on her hand, "I need to think about it carefully."

While Della was reconsidering her choice, Draco, who was hit by a large dung ball thrown by someone, was still frantically washing the smell off his body in the bathroom.