Chapter 225: Trick of Fate

Chapter 225: Trick of Fate

The scene in the crystal ball was still blurry, but she could vaguely see that the room was full of bookshelves. It was probably a study. Then, Della heard a vague male voice.

"Are you really leaving?"

Who? And why are they leaving?

In addition to questioning the unclear name, Della also questioned this situation without a beginning or an end. In this questioning, she, who was originally a bystander, entered this vague future.

Everything in front of me is still blurry, and people and objects are covered with a veil. After entering this future, even the bookshelf that I could see clearly at the beginning has become infinitely blurred.

"Are you really going to leave?" The vague male figure approached Della and repeated what he had just said, "Are you really going to leave everything?"

everything?

What a loud tone.

Della sneered at this statement in every sense, but she had no freedom to refute and could only listen to the man continue talking.

"Think about it carefully. Do you really know what leaving means?" The man laughed. "Now that you have made this decision, what made you appear now?"

......

It's the past, which is everything in a man's mouth.

While hearing the man's intention in the conversation, Della also guessed his identity from this familiar Riddle-style conversation - Voldemort, or Maggie.

"What is your definition of leaving?" Even though the man's voice was unclear, the deep feeling of the voice enveloped Della. "No one has restricted your steps in the past, and you know that no one will restrict your steps in the future."

"Then what gave you the idea that you couldn't leave, and made you come to me so solemnly?" The man's smile deepened, "Why don't you say anything? Have you thought of the answer?"

"It seems you have thought about it. It's everything, it's the past." The man's voice became lower and lower, and the seductive meaning in his words became stronger and stronger. "In the final analysis, it's you, who has been shaped by everything in the past."

At this point, the topic has actually deviated from the original one, which was simply leaving. The man has transformed the other party's request to leave into an escape from leaving.

However, this kind of question that goes straight to the point is actually not without reason.

Della felt as if these words were addressed to her, to the future Della Riddle who might be tired of everything.

Could this be her and Maggie's future?

But why would her willingness to leave or not require Maggie's approval?

That is, her future with Voldemort?

If this is true, then her future is truly doomed.

"I'll ask you again, do you really want to leave? Do you really want to leave everything behind?" The man's voice was light but extremely oppressive. "Do you really want to deny everything that has shaped you?"

Della knew this strategy of attributing the problem to oneself, and generally speaking, this kind of talk would lead to three results.

The weak-willed ones cry and accept brainwashing.

Those with weak wills try in a trance to avoid making choices.

Determined and excited, he began to fight.

No matter what the final result is, the person who says this will achieve his goal. Della knows how to achieve all the goals. She has planned, implemented, and even agreed to the final solution in her heart.

"Are you so excited because you agree with what I said?" The man was facing a determined person, but he did not show any annoyance. Instead, his tone became gentler. "Calm down. I never said you can't leave."

"Just like I said, no one has restricted your steps in the past, and no one will restrict your steps in the future," the man approached. His voice was still gentle, but it made Della tense up unconsciously. "And since you come to me so solemnly, I have an extra gift for you."

Della could hardly face the scene that followed. She tried to break free, but it was of no use except making her muscles even stiffer.

"As for gifts, they have to have some commemorative meaning. And you know me," the man's voice faded a little, "I always like to leave something on others."

A silver light flashed suddenly in front of Della, and pain and a feeling of suffocation surged up at the same time. The man cut the other person's throat with a dagger.

Those with weak wills and weak wills will eventually fall into the arms of control; while those with strong wills will have already made the final decision to control them the moment they resist.

obliterate.

"Cough... cough--" Della clamped her hands around her cut throat, her eyes blurred with blood. She started coughing, clearly aware of the blood foam coming out of her mouth.

The blurry scene receded like a tide at this moment, and in the crystal ball in front of her was her distorted reflection. With the taste of blood still in her mouth, Della withdrew from the future of unknown time and unknown person, and returned to the examination room of mystic divination.

"What did you see?" The invigilator, whose face was covered with oil paint, asked Della in a surprised tone.

"I--" Della's words were interrupted. She then realized that her hands were still around her neck, and she quickly let go. "I saw a water disaster, and there seemed to be a risk of suffocation." She looked at the examiner and said calmly.

"That's a lot of foresight. You should be more careful," the examiner looked Della up and down, and was completely intimidated by her serious expression. "It's rare for you to be so focused on the future. I will definitely give you an O."

"Thank you, professor." Della's face was pale and there was still some shock in her eyes, but she still showed a perfect polite smile, officially ending her week filled with exams.

When she returned to the hotel, Della knocked on the door of Lytia's room next door, but got no response. She probably hadn't come back yet. Della hadn't seen Lytia, who went out late and came back late, for several days.

It seems that the professor had a very fulfilling time in the end.

Della was thinking about this, and just as she had some thoughts of playing, she felt a suffocating feeling as if her neck was being strangled. Her throat rolled, and she finally returned to her room in silence.

She returned to her room, sat down at the small coffee table in the hotel, put some parchment on the table, picked up a quill and tried to review the future that she had suddenly seen today, but she couldn't put pen to paper.

It's really, really weird.

If it were her, she would never have let herself be stabbed by others, but those words seemed to be spoken completely to her.

Who is that man, is it Voldemort, whom she failed to resist, or is it Maggie as an adult?

And what kind of future could allow Maggie to hurt her?

It shouldn't be her, and it shouldn't be Maggie.

But who can know what fate has in store?

Thinking of this, Della sighed, put the quill pen on the parchment with nothing written on it, turned her head to look at the velvet curtains that fell to the floor beside the bed, then stood up and slowly walked over.

She drew open the curtains and was dazzled by the brightly lit night of the Muggle world. Della looked at the bright and dim spots of light, thinking about the warm families that might be illuminated by each light, and let out a soft "ah".

How come her blood and cognitive relatives would destroy this warm existence?

And why is she also this kind of existence?

Ah, Della Doreen Riddle, in the uncertain future you see, at least those words are completely true.

Physical departure means nothing to your self, which has been shaped by your past.

As for the future that you see, there is actually nothing to worry about. Anyway, from now to the future, you will always be the one that causes people to worry, right?

Della let go of the hand that was pulling the curtain, and the last struggle in her heart fell along with the swinging curtain.

Perhaps she couldn't escape the trick that fate was playing on her.