Chapter 323 The First Ambitious Man
"Haisi-sa-ya (What a bunch of foolish and hopeless children. I really hope they will be made less naive by Voldemort)."
Many times in his dreams, Trevor Ewing would go back to the moment when he first heard Maggie speak snake language. As soon as he heard such a unique and long expression, he knew that this was not an ordinary snake.
However, being unusual does not mean being rare or powerful. Maggie's snake language is rare compared to the regular two or three words that are combined into a sentence like ordinary snakes. But it does not mean that there are no smarter animals.
But considering that Della Riddle was a Slytherin, and one of the rare people allowed to bring snakes into the school.
Parseltongue, there's no getting away from it.
And he is definitely much better than people like him who are lucky enough to have a half-baked Parseltongue (for generations, he is the only one in his family who has some ability to deal with snakes). He might even be the heir of Slytherin.
Trevor was not an outstanding person in Slytherin. He did not have any particularly bad subjects, and his grades in the courses he was slightly good at were only occasionally ranked among the best. Although they were not very close, he could talk to everyone and had a few inseparable friends.
Although he seems ordinary, his heart continues the obsession and ambition of restoring the glory of his family that has been passed down for generations.
If someone is willing to delve into his family tree, just go back six generations and you can trace it back to a woman named Alicia Watson who married a mixed-blood. Her original surname was Metcalf. Now that you have already explored Trevor's origins, don't be afraid of the trouble. Go back another seven or eight generations and you will find that it was a famous pure-blood family at that time.
However, the Metcalfe family gradually declined in the tide of the times, and finally the purity of its bloodline and the glorious surname were lost together.
Although Alicia, who could barely be described as a young lady from a declining family, had taken the first step in destroying the purity of her family's bloodline that they had upheld in the past, compared to her brothers who were poor but arrogant and died in depression and cynicism, she was definitely sober in living an ordinary and well-off life.
However, her clarity only applies to real life. The fact that Alicia compromises with reality and never talks about it does not mean that she has no family in her heart.
Taking advantage of her closer proximity to her child, she instilled in him the past of the surname that was lost after she got married and her ambition to revive it. This indoctrination gradually became an obscure tradition. Even though Trevor's grandmother had married a Muggle (the Metcalfe bloodline had even changed to a Muggle surname four times in six generations), Trevor still sat in front of his grandmother's rocking chair, listening to the stories that had been forgotten by everyone but passed down from generation to generation by them.
Metcalf's word of mouth can be seen as a kind of stubborn reminiscence of the past, but it is not without merit. By the time Trevor heard those stories, the concept of bloodline had completely faded, and even the glorious surname had become a decorative motivation. Only one core point was mentioned repeatedly -
Seize the opportunity and climb up at all costs, no matter what the title, to reach and surpass the high positions.
Trevor agreed with this. Before he discovered that Maggie was different, he had been secretly trying to build relationships with some of his classmates whose families had some property. He had been thinking about marriage since then, and because he was thoughtful, he had some success in this regard.
After guessing that Della Riddle might be the heir of Slytherin, Trevor saw the extraordinary future implied by this identity. However, this person who was destined to be extraordinary did not have the inconceivable barriers to contact like the children of other families. He decided to seize the opportunity at that time.
So he inadvertently revealed to Maggie that he could understand snake language. His original intention was to use this conceited little snake to attract Della Riddle's attention. After communicating with Maggie two or three times, he was completely attracted to her.
In particular, Maggie was generous with his reward from the very beginning, and the money she used was actually Della Riddle's money. But if he really turned to Della Riddle, he would never have access to that amount of wealth.
Trevor knew that this generosity was a means to win people over, but the fact that Maggie really gave was enough to make him loyal to her.
Therefore, no matter how many promises about the future he had received during the months when he was cautious in front of Voldemort, Trevor, with a touched look on his face, remained indifferent. He was a staunch money-power man, and the power temptation implied in Voldemort's words could not compare to the real money that Maggie gave him.
You could say Trevor is short-sighted. He cares more about money and power than magical powers. He thinks that having those two things is enough to control people with strong magical powers.
This short-sightedness is a shortcoming. It reduces his personal threat and increases Maggie's trust in him, giving him more money and power. Trevor is then satisfied, which further exposes his short-sightedness. A positive cycle is formed between him and Maggie because of this shortcoming.
"In the past few months, Voldemort has been torturing me with trivial things," Trevor said. In the living room of Maggie's bachelor apartment at night, he sat opposite Della and Maggie. Knowing that the siblings were hostile to Voldemort, he deliberately did not say the word "Dark Lord". Yes, he had a flattering nature. "He has only recently gotten out of that weak, half-dead state where he needed someone to take care of him all the time."
"Doesn't he need someone to help him clean his soft body and drink milk to supplement his nutrition now?" Maggie raised the corner of her mouth and said maliciously.
"How disgusting." Della wrinkled her nose.
"His physical condition improved dramatically after all the materials on the list were prepared, but he avoided me when brewing the potion," Trevor said carefully, observing the two men's faces. "Although he started to talk to me from time to time in the past two months, he was careful not to let me discover important things. However, Peter Pettigrew failed Voldemort's caution. The tense servant always revealed flaws."
"Good, Trevor." Della praised sincerely. She liked Trevor's self-aware character. As soon as he arrived, he created an opportunity to explain their possible suspicions about him. This way, both parties could breathe a sigh of relief and the atmosphere would not become dull.
"Has he made any recent moves?" Maggie asked. "Or let me be more specific. What has changed his attitude and allowed you, who has been nearly confined, to come out and move around?"
"He still wants someone, or should I say a family," Trevor licked his lips. "Voldemort asked me to find a place to wait for orders. When he has made up his mind, he will tell me to find the corresponding person."
"Asking you, who told him straight out that you were from Riddle's side, to find another slave for him? Interesting," Della sneered, "Have you ever thought about his purpose in doing this?"
"I think he is verifying the relationship between him and me," Trevor hooked his shoulders slightly in the direction of Della, making a gesture of seeking advice, "In the past few months, I have followed the instructions, softening my attitude step by step, and showing my entanglement through increasingly irregular contact time, using those little tricks to increase Voldemort's trust in me. Now it's almost time for the test."
"Yes, so I'm telling you now that you have complete freedom in this matter," Della smiled slightly, "No matter who it is, even if it's the Abate family in Country Y that you know now, you can contact them, and we won't interfere."
"And this non-interference is comprehensive," Maggie added, "which is equivalent to the fact that this small conversation does not exist. If the Abate family rejects your invitation, we will not intervene in any aspect."
"Thank you for your understanding." Trevor placed his hands on his chest and bowed forward devoutly.
While Trevor's eyes were on the ground, Della and Maggie exchanged glances. Maggie nodded slightly, and Della stood up. She patted her clothes, ready to give the two of them some time alone. "Well done, Trevor. It's getting late. Let my brother take you to your residence."
"Come on, Trevor," Maggie also stood up and waved to Trevor, "and the apartment will be yours in a few days."
"Thank you so much, sir." Trevor followed Maggie in two or three steps, speaking respectfully, but with a teasing and intimate expression on his face, making the distance between him and Maggie seem less distant.
Maggie was also satisfied with the relaxed atmosphere that could be achieved without any deliberate effort. In comparison, Trevor was a small figure, and at most he could be praised as "capable". However, his ability to guess Riddle's preferences made him stand out from the crowd.
The two men walked into the night while chatting, the bright starlight shining on them. They walked on the light layer of snow towards the nightclub area where the lights were even more blurred. The lights and feasting, which implied the flow of money, were also the wealth rushing towards Trevo.
"Sir," when a casual chat ended and a new topic had not yet been started, Trevor suddenly changed his attitude to cooperate with Maggie's topic. He took control of the conversation and said, "Forgive me for my lies just now. Voldemort did ask me to bring someone to him, but this order ended here. He also gave me freedom and said, 'Bring him an old friend according to my wishes.'"
"......" Maggie frowned slightly, "As you wish, no restrictions?"
"No, sir," said Trevor, looking him firmly in the eye, unafraid of the dark scrutiny in Maggie's eyes, "and I think that such an unlimited order, if expressed in front of Miss Riddle, would bring twists to the correct decision."
"What do you mean, Trevor?" Maggie became interested and wanted to see how Trevor would justify his two-faced behavior.
"Most of Voldemort's old friends, former Death Eaters of Country Y, are now on the bench with us," Trevor said clearly, "and meeting their master who is still recovering is definitely an advantage for them."
"We have many candidates, but I personally feel that the Malfoy family, who are most favored by Miss Riddle, are not the best choice." Trevor raised the corners of his lips, with a hint of mischief in his serious expression. This smile gave Maggie another opportunity to get close to him. "So I think we should leave some 'restrictions' for you, sir."
Maggie clapped her hands and was amazed at Trevor's boldness and appropriateness. For this reason, she felt that it would not be too much to give this eager young man the wealth of a country.
"Well done, Trevor, very well done," Maggie put her arm around Trevor's shoulders and walked forward intimately with his original subordinates. "I won't say so much nonsense to you. Let's go and deal with the gold that will flow into your hands in the next year."
"Thank you so much, sir." Trevor had a cheerful smile on his face, as if he was facing a good friend. He felt the excitement of surviving a disaster and was proud of his courage in taking this risk.
Ah, Trevor Ewing, a flatterer who flatters just the right people.
The future is limitless.