Chapter 137 Concern
Many investigators from the Ministry of Magic came to the school. They were noisy and discussing their discoveries and speculations everywhere.
The students still had classes to attend, and because Investigator Royea's previous two investigation reports had both concluded that the heir was a student, no one had left Hogwarts.
Draco saw the first report, sent by his father, telling him to stay away from the seniors.
Investigator Royea found a small indentation on the grass where Abate and the others had fainted. This indentation was restored to a rough outline of a shoe. This outline did not match the feet of the four unconscious people or the professors who came later, but it could be estimated that it was the foot of a young boy. There were no messy signs of struggle on the ground, so it might have been cleaned up, or it might have been left by an acquaintance who committed the crime.
In addition to the small footprint that no one noticed, investigator Royea also pointed out that there were many shallow traces of snakes sliding around. These traces were common in the grass, but for an ordinary area with low grass and wet soil, these traces were too dense.
That was all the Royeia investigator wrote, but most people knew he was hinting at Parseltongue.
Moreover, does the footprint found have to be the one with the Parseltongue?
Just use Veritaserum on Harry Potter.
Draco could no longer remember what happened that morning. All he could see was a glimpse of Della from afar, lying in the silver light and candlelight. He could hear vague gasps in his ears, and even the occasional screams were as unclear as if they were pushed into water.
He didn't even have time to panic, his heart suddenly felt empty.
Then, somehow, he got into a fight with Harry Potter.
What were you thinking at that time?
Oh, yes he heard it, the hissing of Harry Potter at the black snake that night, he had never heard it so clearly, so clearly that it didn't sound like something that happened in the past, but a new Harry Potter was laughing at him in his ear.
In fact, he also saw something. He saw the diary that was opened the day before, saw "T. Riddle" on it, and saw Della's beautiful eyes full of dependence.
But soon, the eyes turned into the eyes of a black snake and swam away. It was unclear whether he wanted to catch the eyes or drive away the snake, but he stretched out his hand and punched Harry Potter in the face.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, or maybe it wasn't quiet, but he just couldn't hear anything.
He was fighting with Harry Potter who had just reacted, and Ron Weasley soon joined in. He hit the opponent many times in a mess, and was also hit many times. He didn't feel anything at the time, until he was pulled away, and then he felt the pain, gasping for breath.
My hands hurt, my body hurts, and my heart hurts.
Dumbledore questioned them, and he mentioned the diary and the name on it. Dumbledore's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Harry Potter, whose eyes were black.
Dramatically, when they arrived at Harry Potter's dormitory, it was in a mess and the key diary was missing.
Then he was driven away by Dumbledore. He didn't know what Dumbledore would talk about with Harry Potter. He only knew that there was no follow-up to the matter.
Oh, I shouldn't say that, there is a follow-up. In the afternoon, when he was lying straight in the infirmary, two petrified Muggle-borns were pushed in, one was Hermione Granger and the other was Penelope Clearwater.
Several people carried them to the bed and considerately drew the curtains around them. The seniors and Muggle-borns lying next to them were also covered by curtains.
Only his Della, separated by blood, was there alone for people to investigate.
When he thought of Della, Draco felt very strange, as if he was in a state of confusion and clarity. It was not until the wetness on his collar seeped inside and touched his skin that he realized how long he had been crying.
Maybe you are crying all the way, crying everywhere, crying in front of people and behind people.
What a shame.
He thought so, but there was no ripple in his heart.
Draco now wanted to see the second report, but the confidentiality level of that report seemed to be much higher than the first one, and his father had no way to see it now.
It doesn’t matter, you can always see it, just wait a little longer.
He no longer felt the waiting was unbearable, because the intense feeling of loss that morning had numbed him.
If Della couldn't wake up, Draco felt that he would not survive.
Draco was not the only one who was concerned about Della, and Della was not the only one who was concerned. The investigators found twelve eviscerated snakes in the silver blood, and everyone was praying that Maggie was not among them.
But this beloved little blue-gray snake never appeared in public again.
Maggie no longer defines himself as a snake, but he is still a snake, with the habits and perspective of a snake.
So Della sent him a message in a way that only snakes could see, and a few small protruding spots of heat appeared on Apep's smooth back.
Shed, necklace.
Maggie told Apep to hide at Quasi's, and then went to see Angle, the little owl who now owned all their belongings, before finally going to the Shrieking Shack.
Nothing had changed inside. The curtains were still open, and the blonde doll was still lying there with her eyes closed, allowing the light that could damage her to shine on her body. There was no pain on her face, just like Della lying in the auditorium.
Maggie swam forward and saw a small ball of heat under the bed. He crawled in and rolled out everything inside.
Not much, just a necklace and a piece of paper.
There was a spell wrapped in a necklace drawn on the paper. Maggie read the introduction on the paper and knew that this spell could connect souls.
On the back of the paper, there was an additional sentence:
[His honey is my honey]
The "I" here originally only refers to Della, but Maggie knew that Della might have guessed something.
Voldemort taught Della a lot of dark magic in her first year, but he absolutely concealed the core of his mastery. The sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle may not know as much as Voldemort, but he is worse than Della, who always restrains herself, in the attainment of dark magic.
Therefore, Della only knew that the flesh and soul of blood relatives were beneficial, but she didn't know how to do it.
But they are already blood relatives, does one of them have to be on the chopping block forever?
Think about it the other way around. Wouldn't Voldemort's flesh, blood, and soul be equally beneficial to Della, and also to a snake like him who possessed a piece of Voldemort's soul?
Yes, he has a piece of Voldemort's soul.
Now if they can just crack this method, the situation will be completely different.
Even he and Della could be more honest with each other...
As Maggie was thinking, the heat of the necklace in her eyes changed several times, and a small line of words appeared on the back of the paper.
[Restricted, guiding the moment of destruction, M]
He stared at the newly appeared words, his pupils erected again. Maggie thought about the fierce burn marks on the dormitory table, and the girl's usual level of magic, and slowly turned her gaze to the lying doll.
Della consciously imposed restrictions when making this alchemical item. Then, would Voldemort's blood have imposed unconscious restrictions when it seeped into Della's previous resurrection ceremony?
After all, little Della had already become half-alchemical by then.
What about yourself?
Maggie had no answer, because he still didn't seem to have the ability to compete with Voldemort.
Things seem to be getting tricky, but Maggie is happy that Della's soul has regained consciousness.
This will be their first step to winning.