Chapter 309 Interweaving
At midnight, Maggie, who had wasted her life writing perfunctorily a letter to Lucius Malfoy, was still not sleepy after taking a shower. He simply turned on the bedside lamp, took out a book about alchemy and read it in bed.
Reading alchemy books was quite exhausting for him, and he had a feeling that he would soon feel tired and could take a rest.
After reading two pages with great effort, there was a dull knock on the door. Maggie first glanced at the wand placed beside the bed, then picked up the wand and looked towards the door. The knock on the door sounded twice more, and the not-so-short pause told Maggie that there was no anxious person or anxious matter outside the door.
But bothering your boss in the middle of the night when there's nothing urgent?
The person outside the door better have a golden ticket to immortality or something interesting.
Maggie wrapped a winter cape with a fur collar over his nightgown, put her wand in her wand bag, and impatiently opened the door that rang twice.
Unexpectedly, the person who appeared in front of him was Lytia. She had changed into a dark grey halter-neck dress that was different from the one she wore for the ball. The ends of her eyes were longer than they were a few hours ago, and the roses on her temples seemed brighter.
"What's the matter?" Maggie half-opened the door, carefully looked up and down at Lydia, who had obviously been dressed up again, and raised her voice to speak word by word, "Why did my female companion come to see me alone in the middle of the night?"
Lytia's knock on the door at midnight was obvious, and Maggie's question was also obvious.
"Seeking pleasure," Lytia pressed her sharp nails against Maggie's chest and pushed him into the door. Her gray eyes, the same color as her clothes, kept staring at Maggie. Her other hand went around her waist and closed the door gently with a "click". "I like to fill my unhappiness with something interesting right away, and unfortunately, on this broken ship with nothing, you are the only one who interests me."
As she spoke, she continued to push Maggie with her fingers, which were obviously fragile but at this moment had infinite power. The golden patterns on her neckline and chest reflected the light, adding color to her beauty from bottom to top. As she walked, her graceful legs were faintly visible between the skirt that was split at the crotch and layered with layers of tulle.
"There are many people on this ship who are interested in me," Maggie said, her body tense, leaning back slightly, her hands neatly placed on both sides, but her backing away gestures revealed more cooperation than her clumsy movements. He was pushed to sit on the sofa, "What kind of thing made you so unhappy that you came to me?"
"The source can be traced back to Voldemort," Lydia climbed onto the soft sofa in front of Maggie's legs with her right knee, and half of her body leaned on the man, "That's what happened to you."
"You are the only one who still thinks I am Voldemort," a deep laugh shook out from his chest. Maggie's hands fell on the sofa, and his head rested on the backrest. He looked up at Lydia who was stroking his face, and a dangerous and sexy line was formed from his neck to his tailbone. "But if I remember correctly, Voldemort didn't give you any good memories. Why aren't you afraid of me?"
"Because we have a deal. Although I have suffered losses in the deal, the meanness of others cannot undermine my pride in fulfilling my promises." Lytia's hand lingered on Maggie's smooth chin, and her fingers gently stroked it. "And you are so arrogant."
"The integrity of a transaction refers to a kind of capital." Due to the restrictions on her movements, Maggie could only look up at Lydia and continued to ask in a low voice, "What makes you confident that you can replicate your audacity from more than ten years ago on me?"
"Because I know people like you," Lydia pressed her slender fingers on Maggie's slightly opened lips, and the smile on her face was tinged with subtle contempt, "After holding power for too long, you will be more willing to tolerate others crawling on you without any pain. It's fun and relaxing, right?"
"Ah..." Maggie finally raised her hand and grasped Lydia's voluptuous waist. "That's right. How do you understand people like us, Lydia?"
"Because I sometimes get pleasure from it." After getting the man's cooperation, Lytia sat astride Maggie and lowered her head to kiss him.
Maggie put both hands on Lytia, bringing them closer together. His body temperature rose slightly, and he felt a little of the sensory stimulation that had once addicted Bronte for a long time. Although he looked skilled, his poor kissing skills immediately exposed him in front of Lytia.
"Ah - now I kind of believe that you are not Voldemort -" Before Lydia could finish her joke, she was picked up by Maggie.
"Yes, and you have a lot to teach tonight." The cloak that she casually wrapped around her fell to the ground. Maggie looked down at the person in her arms, her lips curled, and she walked towards the bed holding Lytia.
This campus Christmas, which was tinged with mixed colors due to the participation of many parties, started with youthful innocence and ended with unbridled lust. After Christmas, the youthful and unbridled parties met.
Early in the morning, after dealing with an emergency, Della was about to knock on Maggie's door. Suddenly, there was a sound of the lock cylinder turning, and the door was opened from the inside. She was surprised to see Professor Abate, who was dressed up carefully, walking out.
"Oh, good morning, Della." Lytia opened her eyes slightly, and seemed a little surprised, but soon smiled and greeted, "I have nothing to do with your brother," she said in a rare gentle tone, "Last night was just a spark between an adult man and a woman that flashed and disappeared."
"...Good morning, Professor Abate." After a brief silence caused by surprise, Della nodded politely and responded to Lytia's greeting with the same smile.
After politely saying goodbye to Lytia, Della pushed the door open and entered Maggie's room. The smile on her face turned into a complex expression that was subtle but could not show any smile. She looked at Maggie, who was dressed neatly on the sofa, and asked, "How long have you been an adult? Is it too early for you to do something like this?"
"......?" Maggie, who was still thinking about how to explain to Della, raised her eyelids, but was interrupted by Della's question.
Over the past decade, he has led the girl to grow up step by step, and has also been the girl's pet for more than a decade, which has caused some strange cognitive gaps between the two.
It should be noted that in Della's impression, Maggie plays a role similar to a friend, brother and father, but this does not mean that Della really regards Maggie as a brother or father. Moreover, Della has spent a lot of time carefully caring for a snake that once coiled obediently on her shoulders and lay in her palms. In her deep understanding, Maggie is hers to raise.
Therefore, both of them have a subtle sense of "I need to watch over his/her growth" towards each other.
"Just think of it as a functional test of your new body," Maggie couldn't help laughing, unable to tell who was the adult between him and Della. He looked at Della helplessly, "Should I express some concern for your calmness, because at your age, shouldn't you have some, um, shadows of shame about this kind of thing? Frankly speaking, the fact that you were able to accept the new world so quickly makes me a little worried about your handling of relationships between men and women."
"Are you saying you can do it but I can't?" Della subconsciously refuted the double standard in Maggie's words. Thinking of her age, she denied what she had just said. "Forget it, you can control me in the next few years. I accept it." After that, she slowly sat on the single sofa to Maggie's left and glanced at him with a look that was too lazy to say more. "Adults have the freedom to choose their lifestyle. As long as there are no moral and legal issues behind it, I won't ask you any more questions."
"Before Lytia left, I asked her why she was so straightforward when leaving the dangerous person she had provoked." Maggie admired Della's calm and open attitude. He shared the fresh words he heard this morning. "Miss Abate said that if it involves coercion and violence, then indulgence is purely low-level interest for people like me. People like me always like to show off their superiority, so she is completely safe."
"This kind of people, that kind of people, high-class and low-class," Della laughed, not knowing whether it was mocking or helpless. She tugged at her sleeves and looked Maggie up and down with her eyes drooping. "Aren't these all fun things you have enjoyed? Saying these things afterwards is more like giving the low-class a layer of high-class packaging."
"You're absolutely right, Della. After all, I'm a beast. My instinct drives me to meet my survival and physiological needs." Maggie bit the air towards Della. This action, with the smile on his face, made Maggie, who was usually full of oppression, more lively and livened up the atmosphere. "And humans are just beasts in human skin."
"The rise of power in the face of the plight of survival will gradually turn the beast out of the human skin," Maggie's voice gradually became lower, and he tilted his head to look at Della. "When the beast is never released, the human skin is the human, but if the beast turns out, the human skin is just a disguise."
"......" Della ignored Maggie's hint as usual, but this time she was able to connect with Maggie's words, "Maybe we have to peel off a layer of human skin."
"Ok?"
"Does this question sound like you think I came to you early in the morning just to chat with you about some meaningless topics?" Della said to him in a sarcastic tone, "This morning, when Mr. Abate, the eldest, found his disobedient grandson in the Forbidden Forest, he discovered a person who shouldn't be there and was in a wrong state."
"Who?" Maggie asked seriously.
"Barty Crouch. I think I have to add a modifier to this name that no one has added for more than ten years. It's the older Barty Crouch," Della smiled calmly. "The reason why this modifier has disappeared for more than ten years is that his son Barty Crouch Jr., who has the same name, died in Azkaban more than ten years ago. But——"
Della dragged out her tone and kept it a secret. "In my memory of Mr. Crouch's Legilimency, I saw Barty Jr., the embarrassed little servant, and the grand prize, Voldemort."
"Voldemort?" Maggie, who hadn't heard from Trevor for a long time, leaned forward excitedly.
"Mr. Crouch has been properly settled. He will accept your visit. Of course, I can tell you the most important information first." Della was also very happy at this moment. Voldemort's opaque state and plan have always made them feel threatened, but at this moment, they got the most relevant sentence for their purpose, "The bones of the father, the flesh of the servants and the blood of the enemy."
"In the Dark Arts, these have clear correspondences," Maggie, who had read a lot of books at Durmstrang, found out the corresponding knowledge, "Blood relatives can give with the least cost, servants can be exploited with the most dedication, and enemies are the bond that connects the two states."
"The existence of this information has narrowed down the infinite possibilities," Della nodded at Maggie's words. "Go and see Mr. Crouch quickly. Maybe someone is looking for him. If you find him too late, it will arouse suspicion. Otherwise, the possibility will fly away if you don't catch it."
"Yes, the situation is very urgent, and you actually had the leisure to chat with me about other things just now?" Maggie stood up and looked at Della with a false blaming look.
"There are infinite possibilities for information, and there are infinite possibilities for our responses. We can't always put Voldemort first," Della stood up with an indifferent look on her face. "Besides, don't you still believe me?"
"I believe you, of course I do. You make me feel most at ease." Maggie said sincerely.
He knew that Della had already made the follow-up preparations, and now she was taking the risk of keeping Crouch just to give him a chance to check the information.
The more a suspicious person cares about another suspicious person, the more they will reveal vital information to that person.