Chapter 146: Yellow Bird's Turn
Milos Lindh is now a high-ranking official, but his office still maintains its original standard of neatness and spaciousness, with only a few landscape paintings that his wife Carolina likes hanging in the room.
At this moment, Milos was sitting in the office, looking at the blond, blue-eyed Aidan across from him, and said in a very pleasant manner, "Aidan, are you here to talk to me about how to write a report?"
"Some sentences still need to be considered, Uncle Linde," Aidan handed over his draft report, "I don't know how to appropriately change them to be less absolute."
"This shows that you, like Dark, have a strong personal touch in your writing, which is not a bad thing for an investigator," Milos took the report and flipped through it, occasionally making corrections with a quill. "But this will be a big case, so it wouldn't be a bad thing to have clear responsibilities in the report."
"How's Arlian, Uncle Lind? I haven't had time to see her yet." Aidan asked.
Milos continued editing the report, only looking up at Aidan through his glasses. "He went home from St. Mungo's that same day. Nothing happened. The doctor just said he needs to rest for two days."
"She was so brave, and everyone was under her command at that time." Aidan admired sincerely.
"Aryan knows how to get what she wants," Milos smiled and said nothing, but his cold tone was filled with pride. He quickly praised Aidan again, "You are also a little hero this time. I don't think anyone will use your identity as a wizard from Country M to make a fuss. Besides, your practical experience is the best among your peers."
"Hehe." Aidan was not polite at all. He accepted all the compliments from his future father-in-law (so he thought).
Milos also smiled. He quickly revised Aidan's report. When he was about to put down his pen, Aidan started a new topic, "Where is Della Riddle now?"
"Oh, about that. She was originally going to be sent to St. Mungo's, but at the insistence of Xavier Nanni, the inquisitor, Della Riddle is now being held in a converted interrogation room."
"You haven't woken up yet?"
"Not awake yet." Milos shook his head.
"I have something else to tell you about her, uncle," Aidan pursed his lips and exhaled from his nose, "I think Della Riddle is Voldemort's daughter."
"What?" Milos froze for a moment. He confirmed with Aidan again, "You said Della Riddle is the daughter of the mysterious man?"
"It's my personal guess, Uncle Linde." Aidan handed over the photo in his pocket. The photo showed the list of all the past presidents of Hogwarts. The name "Tom Marvolo Riddle" was marked in red. He picked up the pen and paper on the table and wrote down the name.
"I met a boy who claimed to be Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets. He could control the basilisk, and Voldemort's information also showed that he was a Parseltongue," Aidan, a wizard from Country M, did not have any taboos when speaking. He continued, "Combined with the Hogwarts uniform that boy was wearing, and the fact that he specifically addressed me, the male president, as a junior, I went to the showroom to check the list, and then I found this name."
"Here's a little letter game, Voldemort." Aidan spelled the Dark Lord's name while circling the corresponding letters. After he finished, he handed the paper to Milos.
Milos looked at the remaining three letters that could be spelled out as "I am" and felt suffocated for no reason. His Adam's apple rolled and he could not find his voice for a moment. "Your reason for guessing is just because of the last name?"
"And his appearance. Of course, I know these are unimportant pieces of evidence," Aidan added. "I won't include this speculation in my report this time, but I think you need to know this, uncle."
“…” Milos was silent for a while, “Have you ever told this to anyone?”
"No, Uncle Linder, but I wasn't the only one who faced Tom Riddle. There was also Harry Potter, and," Aidan emphasized, "they really look alike."
"I see, I see, Aidan, I'm glad you told me this." Milos put on a proper smile again, put down the pen in his hand, and handed the revised report back. "The report is very well written. You will be a very good investigator."
Aidan reached out to take the report back, and his face unconsciously raised the same social arc as Milos. He exchanged a few more words of greeting and said goodbye.
After the office door was carefully closed, Milos maintained his sitting posture, tapped his fingers on the table silently back and forth, then took off his glasses and pinched his eyebrows.
He thought about Aidan's guess, about the sudden increase in demand for truth serum with standardized procedures and normal uses mentioned by Jobifer, about the tentative list of interviewees that included Harry Potter, and about the undefeated interrogator, Ms. Nanny, and he uttered a low "tsk".
It seems that things will be much more serious than he expected.
Milos put on his glasses again, opened the drawer next to him, and took out Alian's employment application form, which he had taken from Rachel, the director of the internship office, the day before. He used the excuse of giving his daughter another look.
Now, Milos looked at Aryan's meticulous writing style, which he had taught her step by step, pursed his lips, and then changed his first choice from the Law Enforcement Department to the International Affairs Department's exchange internship program.
It's a pity that his now highly praised daughter could have entered any department.
And in a small interrogation room a few floors away from Milos, Della, who was still in a coma, was fighting another war, or rather, part of her soul was still fighting another war.
A few days ago at school, Maggie was undoubtedly victorious. She led people to defeat Tom Riddle and also swallowed part of Voldemort's soul as much as possible as he was about to collapse.
But there was a small problem. The strength of Tom's soul at that time was based on the vitality he absorbed from other people's souls. This caused Maggie to greedily swallow a lot of indigestible things. This was not a big deal because those things could run back by themselves.
But will that small part of Della go back so obediently?
Maggie always hides things from Della, and Della always respects Maggie. However, how can one not be moved by the secrets of the soul that are right in front of them and within reach?
Obviously, Della didn't respect Maggie to that extent. The small part of her that was swallowed acted without hesitation. She probed into Maggie's soul and glimpsed into the deepest level of her past.