Chapter 245 Lytia Supreme
While Della had been so kind as to pass up an opportunity to deal with him, Maggie had built up a shadowy legend about him at Durmstrang.
Because it was not the right time yet, Maggie did not disclose his name and appearance to the public. He even specially made a silver mask with snake and skull patterns all over it, which he would wear on his face whenever he left the meeting room.
But he did not avoid going out. Instead, he wandered around the school as he pleased, observing Durmstrang's classes out of interest, or spending a whole day in the library doing magic research.
No one in Durmstrang dared to approach him, but the hatred or fanaticism in the eyes cast on him were mixed with curiosity. Everyone knew that he was of a noble status, and everyone wanted to know how noble his status was.
Of course, he did not miss anything he was supposed to do. The first thing was to help Trevor resist Voldemort's Legilimency in the future. Della's solution was to "change" someone to fight Voldemort.
The person who took over was Maggie.
Their eyes were extraordinary. Just by looking at each other, they could transmit a small piece of soul to achieve the purpose of controlling as much as possible. Usually, the tiny piece of soul that was transmitted would come back in time, but manifestation allowed Della to have a deeper understanding of the soul. She found a way to let the soul lurk in another person's body for a long time.
Maggie has already done this, and Trevor still has self-awareness, but when Voldemort uses his Legilimency on his subordinates in the future, what he will read will be the lies carefully woven by Maggie's soul.
Appearing before Voldemort properly is the first hurdle that Maggie has to face. He has already made preparations and does not need to worry about it for the time being. He also has plans for future difficulties. As long as he fills in the actual situation, he is confident that he can come up with a solution under any circumstances.
Not to mention the trivial matters, the next most important thing is the job of investigating Lytia that he took on before Della left. Maggie has not taken any targeted actions yet, which cannot be considered as passive resistance. After all, waiting is also an important part of fishing.
Compared to his little curiosity, Maggie thought Lytia would be more interested in finding him, so she was waiting patiently.
Today, the fish gently took the bait.
"Would you like to have a cup of tea?" Lytia, wearing a slim red and black long dress with a cotton shawl draped over her arms, found Maggie in the library and handed her the Abate family crest with a dog-shaped pattern.
Maggie stroked the lines on the silver family crest, and tilted her masked face slightly downward. A small stream of light passed through the arc-shaped eye sockets of the mask, as if she was smiling, "Okay."
Lytia brought Maggie to her door with a black rose on it and invited him into her dark and luxurious office.
"The Abate family can get close to you unconditionally," Lydia said straight to the point after they both sat on the sofa, "The condition is that you give me back everything I deserved in the past."
"Everything you should have in the past? Give it back to you?" Maggie paused as she took off her mask, and raised her eyebrows. Lytia's statement was the only unexpected part in this expected conversation. "Did I take it away?"
"It's you." Lytia said firmly, her gray eyes flashing with hatred without disguising, "I don't believe you are his child, you must be him."
Maggie noticed the negative emotions in Lytia's eyes, and suddenly he didn't understand what he was doing. He thought there would be a negotiation of conflicting interests here, but it turned out to be like talking to a little girl in a bad mood.
Lydia was also staring at Maggie. She was not someone who could hide her emotions, but she was not a blind fool either. She could see that Maggie had no idea what she was saying. "I don't know why you are like this now, but your ability should not have faded."
"That's a very rude thing to say, Miss Abate," Maggie said, and he put the mask on his legs without any sign of being offended. "I'm afraid you need to explain it more clearly so that I can understand what you want."
Lytia looked at him, then slowly stood up with her back to Maggie. The shawl on her arms slipped off, revealing a large area of her naked back. Looking closer, the Death Eater mark of a skull spitting snakes looked even more hideous.
"How did you get it up there?" Maggie asked, still looking nonchalant.
"Don't you know Legilimency?" Lydia answered. Her slender hand passed over her shoulder and gently brushed her back. She was a little dazed as she hadn't worn a backless dress in nearly sixteen years.
"That's so disrespectful to you." Maggie's voice was light and he leaned back on the sofa with a relaxed body. There was even a hint of mockery on his handsome face, not showing any respect for others.
"..." Lytia narrowed her beautiful eyes, dissatisfied with Maggie's contemptuous attitude. She turned around with her lips slightly opened, as if she wanted to say something. She didn't know what she thought of, so she closed her mouth and sat down, and then she opened her mouth and slowly talked about the past.
"When I was in school, Voldemort was famous, but he wasn't as famous as he is now. Before my roommate Bella became crazy about Voldemort, I had no interest in Death Eaters."
"Not interested means that you, or the Abate family, do not agree with the idea of pure-blood supremacy, right?" Maggie thought of that idiot Gulem Abate.
"In our family, Abate comes first." Lytia's pupils moved downwards, and her neck unconsciously lifted up, appearing more and more arrogant. "Who cares whether an unrelated person is a pureblood, a half-blood, or a punk?"
"Go on." Maggie felt quite fresh when he saw Lytia like this. He had never experienced this kind of negotiation where his side had the upper hand but the other side was arrogant. In his opinion, Lytia was not only not a negotiator, but she couldn't even speak like an adult woman. She spoke like a willful little girl.
"Bella didn't take me to the gathering, but there were plenty of other people who took me there. At first I just thought Voldemort was an ugly man," Lydia paused, then added quite pertinently, "but he just had a good temperament."
"Let me guess," Maggie pointed a meaningful look at Lydia, "You dealt with Voldemort the same way you dealt with men? And it seemed to be successful?"
"I naively wanted to prove that Voldemort was just an ordinary man, and to be honest, apart from that wax face, he was better than most men," Lydia shrugged, not shying away from the topic of gender. Voldemort was not her first man, nor would he be the last. "It was only that one time anyway, so it's no big deal."
"I see." Maggie's tone was slightly prolonged. He knew that Lydia was a clown that Voldemort used to tease and play with.
It is not difficult to understand that it is rare to find a little thing like Lytia who is self-willed and in a sense very active. If it were Maggie, she might also play some tricks to satisfy her inner evil taste and desire for destruction.
It doesn’t matter if you have more harmless toys, it’s just for fun.
“But Voldemort shouldn’t have,” Lydia’s voice suddenly dropped. She clenched her hands tightly, and the hatred in her eyes almost condensed into substance. “He shouldn’t have ignored my wishes and left an indelible mark on me!”
"Ah—" Maggie laughed, and then couldn't stop. The low laughter filled the whole room. Lytia was wrapped in this laughter, as if she had returned to the past where nothing she did was useful.
"What are you laughing at?" Lytia asked coldly.
"It's very interesting to think about it. When you think you have captured an ordinary man who can only pretend, you are branded without dignity." Maggie smiled inexplicably. "Although the brand would be an honor to others, he knows that it would only be a shame to a self-centered little girl like you. Oh, this is really ironic and interesting."
"So, I have to completely get rid of the non-self things in me." Lytia was already very angry. If it weren't for the person in front of her who had cast a shadow on her, she would have lost her temper without caring about anything. Now she could only suppress her emotions and asked through gritted teeth, "Can you do it?"
"I can," Maggie agreed. He lowered his head and played with the Abate family crest, curling his lips, "Your father is very powerful. You can ask for more. After returning to Country Y, I will help you overturn the case, and your father can talk to me again."
"Just overturn the verdict. I don't plan to go back during the war." The desired agreement was reached. Lydia seemed to assume that the person she was dealing with had the same character as her, disdainful of tearing up the agreement. She immediately stood up and didn't intend to stay with the person in front of her who had already made her unhappy. "You can contact my father anytime."
"Aren't you curious about how I will help you overturn the case? For example, I will use the bad family tradition to erase the honor of the Nanni couple who betrayed you and put you in jail." Maggie looked up at Lytia and asked, "I will distort the hero into a criminal. This will affect the future of countless people and change the cognition of countless people. Don't you feel anything about this?"
"I don't need to think about those things. The Abate family's philosophy is Abate first, and my family, that is, my father and I, believe that Lytia is first." Lytia raised her head again, and her standing posture made her figure look even taller. She was already not young, but she said in a girlish tone what her father, old Abate, had told her since she was a child, "In other words, in this world, nothing is more important than Lytia."
Lytia Abate is not a believer in the theory of bloodline, because in the cognition she has built up since childhood, there is only Lytia in the world, and people other than Lytia.
"You really are..." It's enough to make people want to have fun.
Maggie didn't finish the second half of the sentence. He held his forehead and smiled softly, and gave Lydia the final answer she wanted when she became more and more impatient. "The mark on your back can be removed at any time, but it will be painful. Just come to me when you are ready."
"I'll come to see you at nine tomorrow morning." Lytia said without a pause, then turned and left without any reluctance, leaving her office with countless treasures to Maggie.
After the sound of the door closing, Maggie stared at the family crest with dog patterns on her hand, sorted out the stories she had heard today, and roughly came to a conclusion - oh, no, it was a conclusion that was verified.
Even though he became insane after his soul was split many times, Voldemort was essentially a man who enjoyed playing with and destroying others.
Something small and controllable yet fun enough to stay for a long time.
Alas, it's a pity that he is now the one who has to play the role of "little thing".
However, it cannot be said that this is not interesting. Maggie is still looking forward to the future confrontation with Voldemort.
That is, if only Della could be more like him in this respect, she would be happier.