Chapter 237 Parting
Before the final separation, Sadolin, with a red nose, whispered to Maggie to let her go back to her room to clean up first. Maggie looked at Sadolin's evasive eyes and agreed generously.
Sadolin went back and changed into her original ordinary black robe, and put on the black rose necklace given to her by her favorite professor Abate. She let her hair down in front of the mirror on the dressing table, and suddenly felt unfamiliar with her usual girlish appearance.
It was a very strange feeling of strangeness, even stranger than when I was adjusting to my new body.
Sadolin thought she had escaped from confinement, but today's Maggie made her realize that she had just fallen into another kind of confinement.
And she was just as unable to resist as before, and her gradually improving understanding only made her feel more painful about this confinement.
"Um..." Sadolin whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. She covered her face with her hands, and her sobs gradually became louder. Finally, she lay on the dressing table and burst into tears.
Another half an hour passed before Sadolin, who looked listless, finally finished packing. She was pale, with slightly red eyes, and walked slowly with a small box in her hands. The warm light in the corridor made her look even more haggard.
She was going to say goodbye to Dmitri, but it seemed that she had lost much more than just the tall young man tonight.
Dmitri was already standing under the flag at the door of their activity room. He had been waiting for quite a while, but there was no expression of impatience on his face. He was just staring at the flag above his head.
"Dmitri—" When she turned the corner and saw Dmitri standing upright, Sadolin couldn't help but call out, and her eyes became wet again. She wanted to run to the young man, but she didn't want to shorten their last meeting, so her pace slowed down instead.
Dmitri on the other side walked towards her.
"Sadolin," Dmitri, who was tall and long-legged, walked up to her in a few steps. He looked at her red eyes, and a sour feeling spread in his throat, causing his voice to become lower. "Are you okay?"
Sadolin could hardly speak. When she looked up at Dmitri, her eyes were instantly filled with tears. She could not reply, nor did she know how to tell Dmitri about her grievances. She just pushed the box in her hand into Dmitri's arms and said, "Here you go!"
After saying that, Sadolin covered her face, turned around, and ran away crying. Dmitri stretched out his hand, and the corner of Sadolin's clothes brushed across his palm.
Dmitri looked at Sadolin's disappearing back in an instant, retracted his outstretched hand, and then took it back in silence. In this last meeting that was repeatedly emphasized, neither of them was able to say goodbye properly.
Dmitri stared at the direction where Sadolin left for a while, his dark eyes were filled with ink and then empty. He slowly opened the box that Sadolin had stuffed into his hand, and a brilliant light leaked out. It was filled with expensive jewelry.
Against the backdrop of these glittering jewels, Dmitri's eyes became even more lifeless. He grabbed a handful of jewelry, which was enough for his organization to have food and clothing for several years. He suddenly felt that Sadolin should still be by his side, but he could no longer see or touch her.
However, he had not yet decided whether he should touch this dream.
He still had a long way to go, and he shouldn't rashly drag Sadolin into the road he had to face.
Even though he had already resisted the urge to do so, it was only at the critical moment that Dmitri regained his senses.
He loves Sadolin, Dmitri does not escape this knowledge, and love makes him impulsive and restrained.
Dmitri put the jewels in his hand back into the box. When the expensive jewels fell with a slight clash of sounds, he spotted a small object that looked out of place among the group of gems and reached out to pick it out.
This is also a necklace, but what is adorned underneath is not priceless jewels, but a long and narrow fang, a plain and dull snake fang that barely emits a round and radiant glow under the illumination of other jewels.
Remembering Sadolin's snake language, Dmitri closed the box and held only the snake fang in his hand. He took a last look at the flag that encompassed everything in his life, then turned and walked out of the castle.
This lingering farewell was witnessed by the so-called Riddle siblings in the conference room.
"Sadolin gave him a tooth?" Maggie sat on the sofa, took a sip of tea, and looked at Della who was sitting next to her, "Brasileus teeth are very precious and useful.
"In theory, the remaining things of Sadolin's body are also her property. In addition to the necessary materials, I left some souvenirs for her. Sadolin also has the right to dispose of those things." Della rubbed her eyebrows and pointed at the smoke-like scene in the air. "Why don't you turn it off?"
"We can see a lot of other things. Snakes are our best eyes." Maggie caught some snakes and cast a spell on them to act as his eyes outside, allowing him to see everyone's situation at will. He raised his hand and made two flicking motions, and the scene in the air turned from the empty door of the activity room to Trevor who was frowning and thinking in the bedroom.
"I don't think you have that much energy to monitor these people, and there's no need," Della shook her head. "Even if someone wavers, it won't have any impact on us."
"Right now I'm curious about something. Sadolin is one of them. Of course, I'm not satisfied with the way she handled it, but we can talk about it later." Maggie dialed again, and the screen turned to Lytia's crowded cloakroom. "I'm also curious about this Miss Abate."
"That's very rude," Della looked at Maggie disapprovingly as she watched Lydia choosing pajamas in front of the clothes rack. "Karkaroff did tell me that Professor Abate was favored by Voldemort for a period of time, but I don't think there's anything to inquire about that."
"That's all Karkaroff is talking to you about, isn't it? You're right, there are some things that are not appropriate to say to a fourteen-year-old girl."
"What?" Della had just asked this when she saw Lytia, who had finally chosen her pajamas, unzipping the back of her skirt. The Death Eater mark of a skeleton spitting snakes slowly appeared as the zipper was unzipped, and it was particularly eye-catching on her fair and bony back.
"What—" Della frowned. She knew that this mark was usually only on the left arm of a Death Eater.
Maggie turned off the peeping magic at this time. He had no desire for erotic scenes. He spied on Lytia just to give Della some advice. He had already seen that Della had no intention of investigating in depth anything related to Voldemort. This kind of superficial escape was not a good habit.
"'Favored for a period of time' is not an appropriate qualifier. In fact, this Miss Abbott was very prominent before she was imprisoned. She was arrogant, had a bad temper, and did nothing, but Voldemort was always very tolerant of her." Maggie looked at Della and spoke slowly.
"Tolerance?" Della raised one eyebrow, rolled her eyes, and stretched out her tone to express her irony and distrust of this information, "Tolerance of her, and watching her go to jail."
Della didn't dig into Lytia Abbott's experience in detail, but Lytia went abroad several years before Voldemort's downfall. During that time, Voldemort was at his peak and at his most powerful. It made no sense that he would not protect his subordinates who were said to be favored by him.
"Those were Karkaroff's original words in private. I verified them through Legilimency. Rather than Voldemort tolerating Abbott, it's more like raising a cat that loves to puff up its fur for fun."
"Are you telling me about Sadolin, who was created by the two of us?" Della felt sick of this very convincing statement about Voldemort. Thinking of what she did to Sadolin today, she felt even more disgusted with herself. She waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to listen anymore. "What's the point of pursuing the past? Professor Abbott has never treated me differently because I am Voldemort's daughter."
"Listen to me," Maggie's voice was still slow and light. "Coincidentally, this Miss Abbott was one of the Death Eaters tried by Savia Nanny's parents. She was undoubtedly imprisoned in Azkaban. Even though her father was very powerful, he was still sentenced to a heavy sentence of almost life imprisonment."
"Then..." Maggie smiled and stretched out her tone to keep the secret a secret. "She was in prison for five months and was diagnosed to be three months pregnant. According to the procedure, she was temporarily released from prison for medical treatment and was immediately sent abroad. She was granted asylum status. Then we saw Miss Abate."
Della was silent for a moment, "Is the time accurate?"
"The employee who spread the news of Abbott's pregnancy period was punished badly by old Abbott. I heard that he was banished to the Muggle world." Maggie touched her chin and frowned, seeming distressed. "But no one can tell how much of a show this was. After all, if the month was not clear, there was no chance that Miss Abbott would be released from prison."
"Guilmer Abate..." Della frowned. She knew that Guilmer and Lytia were mother and son by blood, but she had never thought that Guilmer might be related to Voldemort. After all, others could not be sure of that guy's background, but Voldemort himself could not be unaware. "Is Voldemort a person who allows others to disrupt his plans?"
"I think so too. That idiot is probably the son of some uncontrollable jailer, and a tool for Miss Abate to escape from prison." Maggie said with a smile.
"So you just talked a bunch of bullshit to me?" Della glanced at him. "I thought I was going to have the misfortune of having an unpleasant brother."
"..." Maggie's smiling face froze for a moment. She realized that Della had included him in what she said. While feeling that the girl's words were becoming more and more poisonous, she understood in her heart that she was somewhat hindered by this appearance.
In the past, he was a little snake who depended on Della and had limited movements; now, he is Riddle, who stirs up the situation and is ruthless.
Della had always been wary of him because of his increasingly assertive character. Now that he had become a human, the last filter in her mind was probably broken.
But it doesn’t matter, they have reached a new stage in changing the way they get along with each other.
"I thought you would be interested," Maggie sighed, looking a little depressed, "Voldemort's attitude towards Lydia might be a good starting point for analyzing him."
"I don't deny the value of investigating this matter," Della remained unmoved, her expression did not change at all, "Instead of telling me about this kind of thing, why don't you give me the results after you finish investigating it."
"That's no problem for me. Maybe I can even get old Abbat to come over. He's one of the few people who's made a fortune recently besides our team. He's very capable." Maggie realized that Della was going to continue to avoid direct contact with Voldemort, and the girl had no psychological barriers in pushing the matter to him. He didn't think this was a good sign, but he didn't say much. He just made a neat gesture of acceptance. "What are you planning to do recently, Della?"
"Honestly, there's nothing to do," Della pondered. Her main purpose for coming to Durmstrang was to help Maggie grow up. Now that this goal has been achieved, and her black magic has improved after the successful manifestation, "You are responsible for Trevor, right? I'm just waiting for a suitable opportunity to show up in Country Y."
Coo-coo-
As they were talking, an owl squeezed in between them with a familiar cry. Maggie looked at the black owl outside the window, shivering and pecking at the window. She frowned and said, "Who sent the letter so late at night?"
"It doesn't look like a domestic owl. It looks like it's from the post office." Della also frowned. She first looked up and down at the owl outside the window with a layer of frost on its body. After confirming that it was indeed an ordinary owl, she walked over and opened the window. After taking the letter, she let it in to warm itself.
'Della Riddle the Magician - Collection'
'You are invincible Leah Abend - Sent'
Della saw the contents of the envelope and opened her eyes wide in surprise. The letter came from the most unexpected person. "Remember Leah?" she said to Maggie while opening the letter.
"That girl," Maggie remembered Leah, because Della, who was so nervous because she felt weak that day, was very rare. He had a deep impression of Della that day, and he also did not forget Leah, an insignificant person, "was it your parting gift that allowed her to contact you now?"
"I did make some small changes to the tag, but I thought that change had no chance to be shown," Della read through the letter, her right eyebrow raised higher and higher, "Leah... is really amazing..."
"What?" How powerful can a Muggle be?
"She invited me to visit her," Della handed the letter to Maggie. "Anyway, there's nothing else to do. I think I can quietly go back to Country Y for a vacation."
"What fun can there be in the Muggle world..." Maggie stopped talking after reading some key words related to gangs, "Can I visit later?"
"Interested in Muggle gangs?" Della asked, not caring that Maggie would only reply in the affirmative, and immediately followed up with her own words, "I'll send you a message if Leah is available."
"Have a nice vacation." Maggie folded the letter and returned it to Della. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he really looked like a good brother who cared about his sister.
"...When you are having fun," Della had a complicated expression. She sighed softly and told Maggie, who was smiling, "Be careful."
"Don't worry, I'm not an unreasonable person." Maggie said immediately.
"......" Della looked up at him and stopped talking.