Chapter 232 Maggie's New Beginning
No matter how big the commotion was outside, in the isolated and sealed room of Durmstrang, a handsome young man with his eyes closed sat cross-legged on an obsidian table, his face calm as he twisted his neck.
Simply describing this young man as handsome may not be appropriate. To put it in a more targeted way, this is a young man with perfectly delicate features and not at all aggressive. He is a young man who looks like Della Riddle and Tom Riddle.
"Have you found the feeling?" Della sat on a chair beside her and observed Maggie. She had not changed much from a month ago, except that her right eye had changed from black to blue-green, becoming a heterochromatic eye. The bright blue eye was the result of her choice to manifest.
"It's not a difficult task," Maggie said, her voice was magnetic and gentle, exactly like Tom Riddle's voice. He opened his eyes, the left one was blue and the right one was black, symmetrical with Della's. Just now, he completed the manifestation, "After all, the whole body has changed, so what does one eye matter."
As he spoke, Maggie's long legs wrapped in suit pants fell from the countertop onto the table. He reached out to straighten the black shirt he was wearing, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, looking lazy.
"..." Della didn't like Tom Riddle's face, but she knew the person in front of her was Maggie, so she smiled slightly, "I'm looking forward to the reactions of those people outside when they see you."
"Seeing me is secondary." Maggie's lips curved wider. He lowered his head and flicked the diamond cufflinks on his left wrist. As he moved, the black tattoo inside was faintly visible. "There will be something more to make them face reality."
The small piece of Voldemort's soul that Maggie possesses does not only make Maggie look like Tom Riddle. During the month of exploring and shaping the soul, Maggie developed her soul to the extreme with the help of Della. Now she can completely control the tattoos on the Death Eaters.
This meant that if he wanted, he could now make all the Death Eaters want to cut off their arms to survive because of the burning pain from that small tattoo.
"You have a chance to establish your authority," Della's tone became lukewarm. Voldemort really made her unhappy. In front of Maggie, she had no need to hide her unhappiness. "The wand you wanted."
Della handed over a milky white wand with a small snake coiled around it, just like her old wand. This wand was carved from the indestructible fangs of a basilisk, and the core was also made of basilisk nerves. It was incredibly powerful to use, and was specially made by Maggie at the request of Della.
"Your adaptability is very good, why don't you make one more? I know that cherry wood one is very uncomfortable for you." Maggie took the wand and looked at it. He waved his hand and the robe hanging on the hanger at the door flew over. He took the robe, put away the wand, and put on his clothes.
"I'll do it when I need it," Della flipped the plain cherry wood wand in her hand twice, and quickly assessed the strength of most people she met. Except for Voldemort and Dumbledore, she was sure that she could have an advantage in strength over anyone else. "This wand is enough for now."
"I think we should all use the best." Compared with Della's occasional coldness, Maggie's words always have a smile. With his gentle and handsome face, no matter what he says, people feel like spring breeze. "Anyway, I can't make do with it now."
Della frowned slightly, she looked up at Maggie, feeling that there was something else behind his words, probably directed at Draco, whom she had always disliked.
What Draco did before he was with her has always been a stain on Maggie, but Della has no intention of explaining for Draco.
It’s not that she was dissatisfied with Draco, but she knew that in Maggie’s eyes, no matter what kind of opposite sex they were in front of her, they would be labeled as "unqualified".
Della never made meaningless explanations.
"Have you contacted Trevor?" Della didn't dwell on Maggie's words. She glanced at the clock on the wall pointing to 9 o'clock and naturally started the next topic, "We can go out after we have contacted him."
"Trevor said he was very nervous about your request to see him, the wizard from Country Y, but he is ready in the room around the corner," Maggie grabbed Della's robe from the hanger and helped her put on the clothes gently, "Karkaroff and the others are already there."
"Trev will soon know his role," Della chuckled, perhaps because she thought of the people in the conference room who might be feeling very uneasy. She followed Maggie's movements to put on her robe, and her right eye blinked, turning from blue-green back to black. She was completely the Della Riddle of a month and a half ago. "Let's go. We have been delayed for half a month longer than expected."
"Okay." Maggie responded, and her heterochromatic eyes turned back to black in the blink of an eye. The two of them walked towards the door that had been locked for a month and a half. When they arrived in front of the door, they looked at each other, and then Maggie twisted the mechanism to open the door.
Della's sealed room was originally arranged in a remote place in Durmstrang, and there were special people patrolling on weekdays to prevent students from getting close. Although they had given a notice to go out through silver letters today, even if some of the people who knew about it had the idea of coming to the door to greet them in advance, they were all watched separately, and finally stayed in the original meeting room, sitting there and waiting nervously as Della expected.
Compared with humans, animals' minds are much simpler and purer.
As soon as Della went out, she saw Ang and Apep. A snake and a bird were dozing off at the door. When they heard the noise, they opened their eyes wide. Ang flew up and Apep turned around twice in place very quickly. Then Della received a warm welcome from both the air and the ground.
"You two--" Della laughed, rubbing against Ang who flew to her face, and stroking Apep who had already swam up her forearm.
Maggie was originally looking at the smiling girl with a smile on her face, but suddenly she frowned slightly as if she realized something, and asked Apep in snake language, "Hai-Xi (Where is Sadolin)?"
Apep didn't answer immediately. He climbed on Della's arm and reached out to the young man who seemed strange to him with his dark snake body. After smelling Maggie's scent, he answered the question, "Haishi-sa (I saw her follow a man during the day)."
"Ha-Sashi (Sadolin is not in the meeting room now)?" Della asked, also frowning.
"Hai-(is not here)." Apep shook his head.
Trevor and Raycor are now in the conference room, so Sadolin followed the other men.
It would be fine if it was a man who was trying to curry favor with the powerful, but if you get close to a man you shouldn't be close to, that would be troublesome.
Della and Maggie tilted their heads and looked at each other, knowing that the other was also thinking of Dmitry Isaev and his organization.
"If I remember correctly, we stressed this to Sadolin," Maggie shook her head, a little regretful in her tone, "She handed the knife to me, so it's not my fault."
When Maggie made her first appearance and needed to establish her authority, the rebellious Sadolin bumped into her, and Maggie was not going to show any mercy.
"......" Della lowered her eyes and acquiesced to Maggie's idea, "Let's go, now that the finale is ready, we should show them the appetizers."
"Oh, poor Sadolin," Maggie drawled as she walked beside Della, "she had no idea what was going to happen to her."
He said this as if he felt sorry for Sadolin, but his eyes were empty and he didn't take Sadolin seriously at all.