Chapter 310 Madman
Durmstrang's ship is quite old. If it were not for entertaining some "particularly distinguished" guests this year, the facilities in the rooms on each floor would still remain old.
The room that Mr. Riddle did not often live in was of course one of the renovated rooms. Just by looking at the color tone, you could tell that when this ship was built, no one would have thought of adding a dark-colored room to the already dim cabin, otherwise it would have been too depressing.
Maggie was not so tasteless, she knew that the touch that could reflect the dim and warm light was the romance of the ship, and this room was purely the fault of the person who only knew how to pile up expensive things to show his courtesy to her.
He didn't care about it at first, after all, it was just a room, and Maggie was not so picky as to criticize her men for their accommodation, but after stepping into the quaint but bright ordinary room where old Barty Crouch was imprisoned, Maggie felt that he should tell some people with no taste to find someone with taste to do such things next time.
Old Batty sat on the sofa in a daze. His clothes, which were always neat and tidy, were now all wrinkled. His greasy hair stood up in a mess. It looked like he had been wandering for a while.
If you look to the left along the path of old Batti who is muttering to himself, especially at his hands spread out on his legs and tightly clasped with another person's, you will see the disobedient grandson Gulem Abate.
"Mr. Abate, haven't you persuaded your grandson yet?" Della looked at Edward Abate standing on the other side and casually introduced the situation to Maggie, "You let him be like this just because I didn't say 'my proud son' to him for a few words?"
Edward with a head full of white hair stood beside him. Time had been cruel to him, making his wrinkled cheeks look quite old, but he paid attention to health preservation and his back was still straight. When his daughter returned with a letter, he finally took care of his wildly growing wool curls. After tying up his messy hair straight, he looked like an old gentleman again.
"I don't understand his thoughts and I can't persuade him." Edward glanced at his grandson and said coldly, "If there is a punishment, just don't kill him. The consequences will always make people sober."
So cold, so cold that it makes people wonder why Edward helped Gulemer settle so many things before.
"I don't care." Della looked at Gulem, who was shaking because of her arrival or her grandfather's cruelty, shrugged and sat on the bed on the other side. "My brother is here, so I'll leave it to him."
"Gulaimo Abate, I've heard of your reputation as an annoying grandson, Edward," Maggie walked over with her long legs, trying to figure out where last night's affair came from and sat on the right side of old Batty, "You let him do whatever he wants, I thought you doted on him."
"Sir, the world is unfair, so I will lean towards the Abate man," Edward said as he watched Gulemer float up in panic under Maggie's silent spell. He stared at Gulemer's hand that was tightly clasped with old Batty, which he held even after he floated up. "But if it comes to a point where it cannot be settled, I won't force it too much."
Maggie ignored the hand that old Barty was still holding. He turned old Barty's head, one of his eyes turned blue, and he used Legilimency on him to the maximum extent while saying intermittently, "It's my fault... my son's fault... my proudest son..."
"Do you treat him as your grandson?" Seeing Maggie go to explore the Riddle Mansion that she had seen in old Batty's memory, Della, who had nothing to do, chatted casually with old Abate, "Or, a simple person with the surname Abate."
Gulem, who was floating in the air, couldn't help but turn his head to look at his grandfather who raised him as Della asked the question. However, the expectation in his eyes was shattered by the cold and unhesitating words before it could take shape.
"Grandsons come before daughters," said Edward, "and if Litti does not acknowledge a child who has brought her nothing but pain, then I would be hurting my dearest daughter by going beyond her acknowledgment, and therefore in my heart I have no grandsons."
"But deceiving oneself is irrational and irresponsible, so we will not deny our blood relationship to the outside world," Edward added, "Similarly, I will not deny his Abbate name or take away the resources that Abbate can bring to him."
"What a sad thing to say," Della was surprised that Professor Abate had such a clear-headed father who loved her wholeheartedly. He had no pity for the little bully who had said such bad things to her, and only mocked Gulem with cold and compassionate words, "How pitiful, Senior Gulem has his whole family around him but doesn't get any recognition."
"No grandchildren - why didn't you tell me this concept!" Gulaimo finally let go of the hand holding old Batty, and his floating body used his hands and feet to flutter and try to paddle towards the relative who had been with him the longest, but he couldn't get any closer. "You raised me, grandpa!"
Gulem screamed, but he accepted this reality as if his soul was split apart, because his grandfather never took the initiative to care about his life, never gave him holiday gifts in person, never scolded or comforted him when he got into trouble, and in more than ten years, he only praised him once.
"Aren't cats and dogs raised too?" Maggie, who had completed Legilimency, joined the conversation.
"I think Senior Gulemer is worse than stray cats and dogs," Della said with a half-smile, "At least stray cats and dogs can express gratitude when they are treated with kindness, but Senior Gulemer only questions the people who gave him life and continued his life."
"Shut up! Shut up!" Under the continuous emotional impact, Gulem ignored his fear of Della.
"Think about it, you've lived for more than ten years and this home isn't even a home." Maggie laughed viciously.
"Your family doesn't acknowledge you, and no one in school associates with you now," Della put on the same smile as Maggie. The two Riddles looked at the bugs that used to jump in front of them, "You don't have any ties in this world, do you, senior?"
It's really heartbreaking.
Edward, who was standing nearby, silently listened to the Riddle brothers and sisters trying to make Gullmer collapse, and calmly watched Gullmer's tears flow down his cheek, which still had the print of Lytia's palm. In his heart, he only felt admiration for Della and Maggie's personalities.
Under the two Riddles' constant careless psychological attacks, the crying Gulemer gasped for air, columns of blood gushed out of his nostrils, and he fainted in mid-air with his eyes rolled back.
A few drops of blood and dying tears dripped onto old Batty's face. He raised his hand blankly and touched it. Looking at the pain diluted by sadness on his fingers, he tilted his head in confusion, then suddenly shouted, "My son!"
There was a gleam in old Batty's lifeless eyes, but he was probably not awake yet, because when he looked up anxiously, he did not realize that Gulem, who had no resemblance to young Batty, was not his son.
"Son! How are you, son?" Old Batty waved his hands feebly upwards. When he found that he couldn't reach him at all, he looked around the room panting and finally grabbed Maggie's hand. "Please, don't hurt him. He made a mistake - he made a mistake - he has been punished. If you have any grudges, just come after me, your incompetent father!"
"I won't hurt him, Mr. Crouch..." Maggie gently comforted old Barty, his blue eyes flashing with a mysterious light. He used the power of his eyes and said to Della, "Want to play a big game?"
"Let the fake Moody, Barty Crouch Jr., betray Voldemort and join us?" Della knew that Maggie would use Legilimency to read all of Barty Sr.'s memories like her. Normally, they wouldn't do such a rude thing, but when it comes to Voldemort, politeness can be temporarily abandoned. "Do it if you are sure. After all, it will be more convenient for you to do it."
Both Della and Maggie are good at breaking down people's minds and beliefs, but from memory, Barty Jr. regarded Voldemort as a father figure, so he naturally had a picky and hostile mentality towards Della.
"I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't done something this interesting in a long time." Old Batty beside him recovered from his daze. Maggie tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling. The smile at the corner of his lips was wild and dangerous. "Smash his beliefs and create new ones. When he is no longer useful-"
Maggie laughed softly, and slowly raised his head. The restriction on his movements made his low laughter sound a little exhausted, but this exhaustion only made people more worried about the fate of the people he targeted. "He also broke the cornerstone of faith. I really look forward to his final appearance."
madman.
Edward Abate, who was watching coldly, glanced at Della's slightly frowned brows, and finally made this comment to Maggie.