Chapter 345: Unanswered Questions
No trace of Maggie until she was five?
It's not that Della couldn't give an answer to this question. For example, she was too young and it would be useless if she showed up. Or maybe Maggie put more energy into revenge at that time and it was inevitable that she neglected a baby.
There were many similar answers, and after thinking about a few more in her mind, Della inevitably found herself making up for Maggie.
"Don't rush to give an answer," Cynthia propped up her face. She looked at Della's increasingly frowned brows, and her exaggerated smile turned into an enjoyable smile. "Take your time to think about it. After all, there is more than one question."
Second, a detailed look at the first encounter with Maggie until now...
Cynthia must have known her well, for the question was prefixed with the word "dare".
Maggie, do you need to think? A well-deserved villain.
How did she maintain her relationship with Maggie when she indulged her over and over again?
Is it out of support for your friend, brother, and father?
......
The answer is "yes", but Della knows in her heart that this is her excuse to avoid pursuing Maggie.
The scary thing about investigating Maggie is not the harm that his actions may cause to other people, but how much of Maggie's bad side will be revealed in the process of investigation.
And all the negative things revealed point to one thing - Maggie is not a person with purely positive emotions.
This cognition will make the first encounter connected to the previous question unclear. No one can tell whether Maggie came to her sincerely or out of considerations of self-interest.
However, Della actually had the answer already. When she first discovered the story of Bronte Dorothy, she found that she, like the ill-fated Bronte, had been given an unpleasant surname, but she did not pursue the matter at that time.
Because Maggie's long-term love and care for her always outweighs her momentary obsession, this idea is also appropriate here. Even if it is entangled with interests, except for the matter of "eternal life", Maggie has never forced her to do anything. There is still more love and care, and Della chooses to firm up that love.
"This is a favor. I can't give you a random guess," Della said with principle. "Where do you want to go in the Forbidden Forest?"
"You don't want to talk about Maggie with others casually, do you?" Cynthia pointed out Della. She didn't seem surprised by Della's answer. She stood up, patted her skirt, and turned her head to signal Della to follow. "Come on, I'll take you to visit the old place again.
"Revisiting the old place?" Della followed.
"Let's go. There's no danger we can't handle anyway." Cynthia, who was walking out of the cave with Della, looked up at the moon hanging at the highest point and couldn't help but sigh, "What a beautiful night!"
Della looked up as well. The moon was high in the sky, and the bright moonlight was shining down. The dark forbidden forest was immersed in a gentle brightness. When she changed her attitude to appreciate the branches around her, even the scary wind turned into a refreshing cool breeze.
Beautiful, but meaningless.
Della made the same comment on the sunset as she had made when she first met Voldemort, and was surprised to find that she not only remembered the scene and time when the comment appeared, but even the red sunset with a purple tail was still in her mind.
Della thought about other skies again and found that she could only remember the general blue color of yesterday's sky. She didn't understand why she could still remember the sunset of that day.
Ever since Cynthia said "a nice evening", the wandering in the forbidden forest had changed. There was no trace of anxiety, and they walked leisurely in a relaxed atmosphere, as if they were going for an outing on a cool, cloudy day.
After walking for a while, Della was just looking around to see where the dog would appear. She felt a sense of familiarity in the Forbidden Forest, which she seldom visited. "I'm revisiting the place where I first encountered danger?"
"Do you miss Draco when you get here?" Cynthia slowed down and asked curiously.
"You still remember the memories you got from me, right? I should have been in a relationship at that time," Della asked back, "Do you think I miss Draco now? Or, do you think I love him?"
"You will love someone when you need one," Cynthia stopped in front of the ramp where the two little bodies rolled over, and smiled at Della. "Maybe the person who rolled down with you at that time was Harry, Ron, or Fred, and the male guest in our conversation now would be someone else."
Della listened, carefully examining the slope covered with velvet and moss in front of her. She saw no trace of the past. "Do you think this is the 'suspension bridge' that will make my heart beat faster?"
"You ignored what I said before," Cynthia cast a levitation spell and slid down along the grass. "When you need someone to love, you will love them. The oppressive and inescapable situation is your 'suspension bridge'."
"..." Della was silent, and found that she couldn't respond or change the subject naturally. Fortunately, Maggie's choice a few days ago had made her heart more numb, so she was not too shocked this time. She simply remained silent and followed Cynthia using the levitation spell.
Cynthia did not pursue Della's silence. She finally introduced the destination of this trip. "Not far from where you roll down is the snake cave."
"What are you going to do next?" Della suddenly asked in a deep voice, her voice unusually hoarse, "Is it related to Maggie?"
Maggie, who had told her that he collected a lot of common snakes in his spare time, was the last person present at the disaster.
Cynthia laughed a little. She didn't answer directly, but said briskly, "It's just a small truth that I can use to ask for a bigger favor."
As they were talking, they arrived at another cave entrance. This was an irregular cave entrance located at the bottom of a high slope, barely one meter tall, with vines crawling all around it in a mess. As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, the ground was covered with long strips that twisted rapidly and scattered in all directions.
"Please, let them leave the house for a while, and don't let them tell Maggie," Cynthia said, her voice rising. "By the way! And be careful with my dog."
Della waved her wand and cast a snake spell that was more effective against snakes. Immediately, a flood of snakes surged out of the cave. The wave of snakes split in front of them and disappeared into the forbidden forest in two directions.
Looking at the snake-like waves that were still going to swim for a while, Della asked Cynthia, "What's the biggest favor you want to ask for?"
"I want to transfer to Beauxbatons," Cynthia had been busy communicating with suitors from other schools these days. She patiently collected information about Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, and immediately chose the more free Beauxbatons. "You have to arrange everything for me, and -"
Cynthia paused. From her slightly frowned brows, she seemed unsure about what she was going to say next. However, she finally said, "I want to mark some places in O Continent where Sirius Black will not be affected by the wanted order. At least when he and I walk on the streets of F Country, I don't want any official personnel to come and disturb us."
"Lover?" Della raised her right eyebrow and glanced at Cynthia in surprise.
"I was his puppet for a while," Cynthia said, without answering the question directly, "and now he's going to be my dog for a while, that's all."
"Massive neglect of a wanted criminal who is widely acknowledged to be loyal to Voldemort is a great challenge to authority," Della looked at the hole where no more snakes were pouring out and sighed slightly, "Transferring to Beauxbatons is not a problem. I still have to consider Black's matter."
"It depends on the importance of the truth you are given, right?" Cynthia said confidently, "Then you have decided on this matter."
As she spoke, she walked into the snake cave. Della hesitated for a second and followed her in.