Chapter 302 Desolation and Pleasure

Chapter 302 Desolation and Pleasure

Only four songs had been played, and the party was not even halfway through, but the spirits of the adolescents were extremely high, and the atmosphere was very lively when Della and Theodore entered the dance floor. To the cheerful music, they put their hands on each other.

"Why did you come straight over here just now?" When the two were close to each other, Della asked Theodore in a low voice. Her tone was not very nice. As she said this, she cast a magic spell to confuse their conversation so as to fool others.

Now that she was openly dancing with Theodore, she was already openly pulling Theodore or the Nott family over in front of this group of students. The dance was the goal, and since the goal had been achieved, there was no need to be polite in her words.

"Wouldn't it be worse to look for you in private?" Theodore looked at Della, who had never been so close to him, and felt dazed. His tone was soft without any effort.

"No, you didn't do it right from the beginning," Della followed Theodore's movements and turned in a circle to the dance music. "If you can hide it for so long, why do you say it out loud when you have already achieved a goal, Theodore?"

"Because I think you regard the loyalty I personally offered you in second grade as belonging to the Nott family." Theodore cherished the fleeting distance that Della and he had closed due to inertia. "Besides, you can't deny that the proximity of power has also brought us closer, Riddle."

After Theodore Nott's defection in the second-year office, Della, who used to call him by his last name awkwardly, began to call him Theodore in the few times they were alone to show her superiority and inferiority from the outside, while Theodore, who was of lower status, always respectfully called Della by her last name, Riddle.

But now that Theodore had this thought, the surname that could have increased the sense of distance now had an inexplicable sense of trying to cover up something.

"Don't be so careless," Della said in response when the dance reached the point where the female partner leaned towards the male partner. "From the beginning, you regarded your approach to me as a profit-seeking move. Now you shouldn't be so foolish as to want more."

"..." Theodore was silent for a while. He put his arm around Della's waist and turned around in the music again. "If I approached you in a different way from the beginning..."

"Theodore, it's true that things change, but the past won't change. I still remember your arrogant attitude towards me when you entered school," Della calmly denied Theodore's assumption. "Even if you approach me in a different way, how much can the discrimination that is almost rooted in your soul change you?"

"How much has Malfoy changed for you?" Theodore asked unconvinced, his brows, which always showed a gloomy look, suddenly frowned.

"Perhaps you think you can change more for me now. I don't deny your idea," Della's tone was much lighter, "but love is never a one-sided effort, but a cycle of mutual compromise."

"A cycle of mutual compromise? And then completely becoming someone else's moonlight?" Theodore said, looking stubbornly into Della's dark eyes, "Have you ever calculated how much you have compromised?"

Della's eyes trembled briefly, but she quickly regained her composure, "What do you want to say?"

"You were still so comfortable in your second year. Although I don't know what you were busy with, you always looked fulfilled, and it was enough for people to just look at you from a distance," Theodore lowered his voice. "And when you came back this time, you seemed to have become more powerful, but the fulfillment you had before was gone. When Malfoy was around, you were a good girlfriend, but when Malfoy was not around, you were a faceless walking corpse."

"Why did it turn out like this, Riddle?" Theodore leaned towards Della, showing his aggression for the first time in the whole exchange. "Yes, my current behavior is wishful thinking of wanting more, which is shameless, but I don't want to see you continue in a daze. Even if you kick me away, I will continue to move forward and tell you better options."

Theodore's words completely touched Della's sore spot - desolate. Her breathing became disordered instantly. After looking up at Theodore, Della panted slightly and let go of her hand on Theodore. "That's enough. Don't push your luck, Theodore."

"Besides, how do you know that the person you saw before was Della Riddle?" After taking a step back to keep a distance from Theodore, Della stood still. She stood up straight and said proudly without showing any timidity, "You are a smart person, Theodore. I will give you a chance. You should also know that you'd better move forward in the direction you should move forward."

Under Della's confusing magic, what outsiders heard was, "Very good, Theodore, I will consider the Nott family." Even though she was mentally shocked, Della still did not forget the original purpose of her dance, which was to openly bring the Nott family to her side.

"..." Theodore's slightly lighter black eyes revealed sadness, but his right hand had already rested on his left chest. He forced a smile on his face, and leaned forward slightly, just like the first time he spoke to Della, and while saluting, he said the same words as that time, "My pleasure, Riddle."

"See you later." After saying that, Della turned around and left without any reluctance. Theodore stood in the middle of the dance floor, looking at her leaving back.

When they returned to the complicated dining table, Draco was drinking butterbeer at a loss. Maggie and Lytia, who were sitting one seat away from him, were drinking scarlet cocktails and chatting. Sisters Annika and Maria were also pointing at the people on the dance floor and talking about something. Only he was left out.

If Maggie wasn't around, Della believed that Annika would be so polite as to talk to Draco. The pure-blood lady could even talk to Leah, a Muggle, without batting an eyelid. But she also knew that the vague sense of death pressure brought by Maggie was enough to overshadow any changes.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Della lowered her head beside Draco, her black hair hanging down, sending a burst of fragrance.

"No." After feeling Della's presence, Draco's grievance was immediately soothed. He pretended not to care, "It hasn't even been a song yet."

"But it feels like a long time has passed," Della laughed softly. She looked up at Maggie, whose eyes had turned to her. "Forgive me, brother. I've already danced my last dance today. Now I want to go out for a walk. Let's wait for the next dance."

"This is a sad decision for me, Della," Maggie said pitifully, and soon the corners of her lips curled up again, "It's okay, let's go for a walk, we will always have time to be together."

"Come on, Draco, let's go for a walk outside." Della turned to look at Draco and stretched out her hand to him, the silver ring on her middle finger shining.

"Let's go!" Draco said as if he had been granted amnesty. He couldn't wait to hold Della's hand and stood up.

"Why were you so easy to talk to just now?" The alcohol had stained Lydia's pretty face with a faint blush. She half-supported her face and leaned close to Maggie and asked him, "I thought you would still interfere with the little boy and Della being alone together."

"Private space is still necessary. Della needs it, and so do I." Maggie's eyes passed over the crowd and fell on the lonely Theodore. She was thinking of using Legilimency on the boy while Della was away to find out what was wrong with Della today. "But the bedbugs around Della really make me unhappy."

As luck would have it, Sadolin, who had been happily staying with Dmitri, got off the dance floor. Her male companion considerately went to get her a drink. She stood on the edge of the dance floor, waiting obediently, with a sweet smile on her lips, not knowing at all that a poisonous snake was staring at her.

"Well... wait for me," Maggie turned to Lytia and said politely to his dance partner, "I'm going to have some fun and will be back soon."

"Okay," Lytia held the tall wine glass and touched it against the glass that Maggie had placed on the table. The scarlet wine swayed with the crisp sound of the glass hitting the glass. "We'll go dancing when you come back."

Lydia watched Maggie walk towards Sadolin. At the same time, Cynthia was also watching Maggie. She looked at Maggie's back and felt disgusted. She also had an intuition that she had to leave here. So she said to Harry, "Shall we go out for a walk? I want to see the snow."

"Okay!" Harry, who was looking for an opportunity to have a deeper chat with Cynthia, brightened up his eyes.

Maggie walked over to Sadolin. Under the slanting light, his slender figure cast a shadow on Sadolin. "Haishi-Sa (Waiting for you—a dance partner by chance, Sadolin)?"

"!" Sadolin shuddered. She turned to face her own shadow. The happiness on her face disappeared. She responded with trembling lips, "Haisa--Shia (I am very careful. No one knows about our relationship)!"

"Sa--hi-hai (Calm down, I haven't blamed you. In fact, you did a very smart job. I'm here to praise you)," Maggie said gently. His tone of voice was as gentlemanly as his appearance. "Hai-shia-sa (Look at you, shaking like this. Oh, it's all my fault. I blame myself for not caring enough about you)."

Facing Maggie, tears welled up in Sadolin's eyes and her chest began to tremble with fear. However, Maggie's words gave her a little hope. She looked up at him expectantly, "Hai-Xi (As long as I'm careful, I can continue like this, right)?"

"Ha-sa-hi (Of course, of course, in addition to his position, Dmitri Isaev is also a brave, upright, and kind boy)," Dmitri's tall figure came to the sight, and Maggie continued to hiss in a low voice in Sadolin's ear, "Ha-sa-sa (The occasion is just right now. Talking about love with your lover in Hogwarts, which is almost your hometown, I can't think of anything happier in the world than this)."

Under the flickering light, Sadolin watched Dmitri walking towards her while listening to Maggie's low snake language. Her body suddenly felt light. Maggie's softening attitude made her feel like she had lifted a heavy burden from her heart, and she felt like she was in heaven.

However, when Sadolin was savoring this fleeting happiness, the poisonous snake's cruel tail had already wrapped around her ankles and dragged her into a deeper hell.

"Hai-shi-ha-sa (You can create countless beautiful memories here, which should be very important to you, after all)," the malicious smile suddenly blended perfectly into Maggie's gentle words, "Hai-shi-sa (Our Slytherin's little Sadolin, you don't have any bright memories here. The orders you received in the past were all about killing and injuring. The smell of blood is almost soaking you, right)?"

Sadolin's heart was empty. She turned her head abruptly to look at Maggie, only to see the malicious arc on the corner of the man's lips. In the lively auditorium, she suddenly felt cold all over. Maggie's words were like the sharpest knife, scraping her soul clean from her body.

"By the way, Sadolin, I wonder if you've ever heard of this," Maggie suddenly switched back to English, and he continued close to Sadolin's ear, "the student who died fifty years ago because she saw the basilisk's eyes, her soul is still wandering in Hogwarts."

Dragging her to hell was not enough, the poisonous snake also bit the desperate person fiercely, leaving her no chance to survive.

"Why—why?" Even the carefully painted makeup on her face could not hide the paleness of Sadolin at this moment. Her lips trembled as never before. "Why are you so cruel to me..."

"Cruel? You have to understand, Sadolin, people will only collapse because of the truth." Maggie's voice gradually moved away from Sadolin. He looked down at Sadolin, "You said I was cruel, but you are just admitting that what I said is the truth."

"Well, I think I have expressed my concern enough," Maggie smiled flawlessly again in an instant, as if he really cared about Sadolin, "Now, enjoy your alone time with your brave, upright and kind Dmitri."

"Oh, by the way, you have to pay attention to one thing. Being a smart girl has its limits. Don't fall to the ground in public," Maggie added. He lowered his head slightly in front of Sadolin, showing her the fierceness in his eyes, "Because that would definitely be a mistake. You should also remember the price of mistakes I mentioned, right?"

In the end, Maggie even crossed out the option of collapse for Sadolin. The tremendous pressure made Sadolin breathless, and her body reactions became disordered under the huge psychological pressure. She suddenly couldn't make any expression, and the tears that were about to fall completely stopped.

Maggie looked at Sadolin, who was as bad as expected, and turned away before Demetri walked up to Sadolin, feeling a little better.

But it was only a little better. To be honest, Sadolin had become a trouble since the first time she went out with Dmitri, and she was a trouble that was protected by Della.

His girl was always too soft-hearted and willingly kept Sadolin, who was not only no longer valuable but was also becoming a trouble.

Maggie respects Della's decision and will not make Sadolin disappear, but she just won't do it herself.

If Trouble chooses to end his life, then it won't be his fault, right?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and saw that Sadolin was holding Dmitri's arm and pretending to be nothing. Maggie saw the falsehood and weakness of that smile and sneered at it.

And just as she turned around, Maggie caught a glimpse of Cynthia's red skirt flashing by as she walked out of the auditorium through the swaying crowd.

If you can't do it yourself, then try some other tricks.

In the blink of an eye, Maggie, who knew Cynthia's background, had a plan.