Chapter 277 The beginning of the war of public opinion
After it was confirmed that Harry was the fifth champion, Gryffindor regarded him as a hero, and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, although they had some doubts about how he put his name into the Goblet of Fire, also regarded him as a hero.
After all, that was risking his life to openly challenge Della Riddle!
To some people in Slytherin, Harry Potter was like an inescapable curse. Not only did it block the path to success for their fathers' generation, but now it was hindering the big shots in front of them!
However, due to what Della said publicly in the lounge on the night when she selected the champions - playing tricks behind people's backs was the most cowardly and shameless thing to do, no one thought of trying to please their Miss Riddle by annoying Harry.
The scene that more people wanted to see, Della Riddle and Harry Potter competing against each other, did not appear. Della had too few classes in Hogwarts, only one Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and she never went. Except for the rare times when she came out to hang out in Hogwarts with Draco, she would only go to the galleon at Durmstrang to find her brother.
Oh! Her brother!
Who would have known that her little green snake was named after her brother? It turns out that everything can be connected!
In the brightest and most luxurious cabin of the Durmstrang sailing ship, Della was reading a thick stack of manuscripts on the sofa. The luxurious decorations around her were shining in a low-key light under the zigzag chandelier on the ceiling. "Does Professor Abate know and agree?"
"Who would refuse a good thing?" Maggie, who was sitting opposite her, spread her hands. "Old Abate is still eagerly waiting for his daughter to return to Country Y."
"I can see that this is a series of reports that are beneficial to Professor Abate," Della glanced at Maggie, with only one meaning in her eyes, "but when did you become so kind?"
"When have I not been a good person?" Maggie said in a surprised tone, and smiled again when she met Della's eyes. "Miss Abbott just did it by chance. The reporter she wanted to deal with was the same one who discredited you even though you were a victim when you were admitted to the Muggle hospital."
"So it's mainly for me?" Della also laughed, a few small sounds came out of her nose, and she relaxed into the sofa, "Then do it well, Maggie."
"Of course, matters concerning you have always been my top concern." Maggie said, and her handsome face finally got rid of the coldness and intimidation that she always showed in front of outsiders, and became truly elegant and handsome, as if there would be no brother in the world who loved his sister more than him.
Dong-dong-
There was a knock on the door at this moment, and Sadolin pushed the door open and walked in. She was wearing the same blood-red robe as other Durmstrang students. Her face, which was carefully designed by Maggie, was still beautiful, and her figure was more muscular due to club activities, but her eyes were dull, and the little bit of spirit she had regained with great difficulty had all disappeared.
Maggie did not restrict her movements, that was for sure; the snake despised coercive measures, after all, he could achieve his goals with words alone.
Sadolin still wanted to see Dmitri, but the saying "there are always brave men who die in the competition" made her feel that if she was caught doing something out of line again, Dmitri would immediately die unexpectedly in public. Her fear confined her movements to the sailboat.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong, Sadolin?" Maggie asked gently, still acting like a good brother in front of Della, as if the person who had threatened with a human spirit before was not him.
"Someone from Hogwarts came to call Della and Krum. They are going to test wands today." Sadolin avoided Maggie's gaze and stared at the tip of her shoes. "I heard that there are cameras there and they want to take pictures."
"I see." Della stood up, dusted off her clothes, and thanked Sadolin. "Thank you for coming here, Sadolin."
After that, Della walked past Sadolin, and Sadolin wanted to follow, but the voice that frightened her the most stopped her, "Come here, Sadolin, we haven't talked for a long time."
Sadolin glanced nervously at Della's figure that had already walked away. She bit her lip and stood in front of Maggie resignedly, enduring his critical gaze.
"Why are you silent? You used to tell me everything," said Maggie, half smiling. "Why, are you still blaming me for separating you from your lover who is so close to you now?"
"......" Sadolin collapsed. She started crying and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you still want to kill him?!"
"Wouldn't it be better than just killing you?" Maggie shrugged, looking indifferent. In his opinion, as long as these two people didn't get together, it didn't matter who died. He just regretted giving Sadolin the surname Slytherin. He originally wanted to show the outside world that he had trampled on the most prestigious and ancient family, but he didn't expect it to bring him this kind of trouble of love.
Sadolin heard that there would be no improvement in this matter. She collapsed on the ground, her blood-red robe blooming on the dark carpet, spreading like a drop of blood in a pool. Then she knelt and moved to Maggie's legs while crying. She hugged his knees with both hands and begged in a low voice, "I'm very good. I haven't left the boat recently. I really won't see him again..."
Maggie was not moved by Sadolin's tears at all. He lifted Sadolin's tearful face with one finger and looked at her left and right critically. He was very dissatisfied with Sadolin's crying. Because he had no habit of watching women cry, he never thought about how she would look like crying when he conceived this face.
It would be best if this face was cute and sweet. It could be hollow and gentle, but it should never be cowardly and crying.
Sadolin's crying immediately made his face look unfamiliar. Maggie didn't like her things being changed by others.
"I know Karkaroff doesn't dare to control you, and Della is always too tolerant." Maggie pinched Sadolin's chin and forced her red eyes to look directly at her. "And I have other things to do. I will leave Hogwarts tonight, which means that the only person who will control you here will leave."
Sadolin was still sobbing. As she listened to Maggie's words, her breath choked. She thought that the fate of death was about to befall her or Dmitri, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Oh, don't worry, you can still live well now," Maggie saw Sadolin's fear and comforted her intimately, "To be honest, I don't care about love affairs. When I'm not in Hogwarts, if you want, you can go to see Dmitri Isaev."
"What..." Sadolin didn't understand what Maggie meant by this. Her dark green eyes widened and there was a tear under them.
"You have to understand, Sadolin, I have no problem with you dating anyone. I just don't like being in trouble. But you are lucky because I am a little more tolerant of smart people." Maggie smiled and gently wiped away the tears on Sadolin's face. "As long as you are confident that you will not cause trouble for me, you can do whatever you want."
"But..." Maggie changed the subject, "I am telling you this now to warn you in advance. That is to say, next time you are about to make a mistake in front of me, I will not remind you. When you really make a mistake, you will immediately see the price you should pay."
Sadolin stared at Maggie in a daze, still gasping for air from the inertia of crying. Then Maggie helped her up very gentlemanly and helped her tidy up her hair. "Then, try to be a smart girl, our little basilisk is back home."
At the same time, Della refused the invitation of Rita Skeeter, who was wearing a magenta robe, to communicate alone, and looked at the fancy green quill pen and wrote the following words: Della Riddle, the Hogwarts hero whose identity is mysterious, faced the normal questions of reporters and put on a cold face several times. There was always a kind of arrogant arrogance in her eyes, as if she was sure of the result of the competition. But what made this 15-year-old child so confident? It is reported that she was an orphan and recently had a brother who taught dark magic at Durmstrang. The way Della Riddle broke through the age line may be...
Della looked at the texts that distorted her image and implied that she relied on other things to get to the top, but did nothing to stop it. She only wondered in her heart whether she was still too low-key after returning to Country Y, which made the reporter dare to make up such a story about her.
If you think about it carefully, it seems to be a bit true. Back then, he left Country Y in disgrace after being cursed by Xavier. Although he also achieved some achievements in Beauxbatons and Durmstrang that were not hidden from the outside world, the term "gilding" is not limited to the Muggle world. Wizards may also think that those foreign titles and achievements are not true.
After returning to Country Y, she had not publicly demonstrated her magical powers except for the time she registered for the Goblet of Fire. Now even that was suspected to be Maggie helping her cheat.
It doesn’t matter. It’s just as well this way. When Miss Skeeter’s newspaper is published, she will also experience the power of words.
Della thought about the articles she had just read on the boat and smiled slightly, looking forward to Miss Skeeter and the readers' reactions after the articles were published.
"Riddle," Dmitri, the least popular warrior in the room, walked up to Della and asked in a low voice, "Is she okay?"
Della looked up at Dmitri and easily saw the suppressed love and pain in the young man's eyes. She did not directly answer Dmitri's question, but just shook her head, "I never convey feelings for others."
"When it comes to love, even if there are obstacles, the only one who can take that step is yourself," Della added, referring to both Dmitri and Sadolin.
After all, fighting alone in love will never have a good result.