Chapter 324: Thunder Point List (1)
"Why did you come back with me?" On the way back to Hogwarts, Della leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed, not even looking at Maggie and said, "Aren't you bored at school?"
"Originally, the Muggle world is more fun," Maggie said, holding the book in her hand and glancing at Della. "But now, if I don't follow through on my lie about being on a business trip, these fragile women will pester me in a few days."
"I don't think Xina wants to see you." Della maintained her lazy look and attacked Maggie with cold words.
"You do have a point," Maggie nodded, looking at Della's face with a serious expression, "and my leaving was also a correct response to your guess, so my choice was really correct."
Della knew without opening her eyes that Maggie's eyes would be flashing with scoundrel teasing at this moment. She grabbed the soft pillow beside her and threw it lightly, "We are back to school now, it's time to do something serious. The image of a scoundrel brother is not part of the plan."
"How could those idiots care about this?" Maggie grabbed the pillow. "They think that the two of us are so far above them that no matter what we do, there will be idiots who will defend us spontaneously."
"You should also realize that," Della ignored the meaning of Maggie's words and continued her sermon from beginning to end, "Your language has become even more vulgar after going out. I suggest that you only speak German for three weeks. This way, you can get away with saying something you shouldn't. After all, the wizard's swearing system is different from Muggle language."
"Then let me say this first," Maggie said with a look of sudden enlightenment on her face. The nourishment of power, the indulgence of character and the habits of a beast did not make him pay as much attention to details as Della, but he was a person who would stick to one path until the end. "Whoever asks me if I have experience living in the Muggle world because of my words first, I will reward him with a store and 10,000 Galleons."
Della finally opened her eyes, her eyes revealing helplessness. "Tell me, will you allow the person who pointed this out to continue to exist in this world?"
"No, so I'll make him happy before he disappears." Maggie raised her eyebrows.
Della stared at him, sighed, and closed her eyes again, "Don't talk to me until I wake up."
"You started the conversation," Maggie shrugged, "and my answer to your request is, of course, 'yes.'"
"......" Della ignored him and went to sleep.
They arrived at Hogwarts at about five or six o'clock. The winter nights came especially early, and the lights of Hogwarts were already the brightest thing in front of them. However, thanks to Maggie's public opinion attacks over the past six months, the rows of tents set up by the reporters who were allowed to enter to report were also dimmed. It could be said that they were a long string, and the sight of them in the dark was quite unique.
"On the first night back," Maggie looked at the warm lights of Hogwarts from afar, and started with his most important plan to stir up trouble since he came to Hogwarts, "Are you going to clean up the room on the ship, or go and coax your little boyfriend?"
"If you have time to think about me, you might as well think about your Thousand and One Nights," Della smiled politely at Maggie, "You should know what the king would do if he couldn't hear an interesting story on the night he wanted to hear one."
Maggie covered her neck and cooperated by pretending to be frightened. He and Della laughed for a while, then one went to the auditorium to find her boyfriend, and the other returned to the wooden boat to make a list of Della's fear points.
It is said to be Della's list of pet peeves, but in fact it is his list of pet peeves. Maggie thinks that Della probably won't like the things she hates, so she plans to start from this aspect.
So the first thing I hate the most is stupidity.
Because of the Triwizard Tournament ball, all the students stayed back in school, and with so many extra students from foreign countries, the Christmas holiday at Hogwarts was brought to an unprecedented level of liveliness. Even the shadow cast by the return of Della, the daughter of the Dark Lord, could not dilute this liveliness.
The loud chatter of Beauxbatons, the grand boasting of Durmstrang, the tea party composed of the children's voices of Kodostoriz and the daily whispers of Hogwarts mixed together to form another kind of Christmas carol. Della sat next to Draco, holding a knife and fork, immersed in this dinner full of youthful atmosphere.
"How was the physical examination?" Draco looked carefully at his girlfriend who had been away for several days. He wanted to see if there was anything different about her, but was afraid to find out. This dilemma was fully reflected in his nervous voice.
Physical examination was, of course, an excuse. Della couldn't quite explain to Draco why she and Maggie were going out, because that involved their current power, a power that the Malfoys were unable to join.
Oh, why couldn't Lucius give her a letter down the stairs sooner?
Della had now made up her mind to lower her standards for them.
"All the indicators are good," Della was always a good liar. She smiled and looked at her naive boyfriend. "The doctor asked me to reduce the frequency of checkups."
As a child of the Malfoy family, Draco during this period did not care about his family as much as Della expected. Was it because Lucius did not put pressure on him, or was Draco relatively slow to sense the external environment?
Although at her request, the blockade of Country Y's industries had little impact on the Malfoys, and they were even actively provided with alternative partners, it is not to the extent that they were completely unaware of the dramatic changes in the environment.
If Draco asked her one more question about this, it would be a stepping stone, and Della would say a few more words to ease the situation.
There was no way. Della missed the most willful moment in the initial stage of expansion because of Maggie's deliberate instigation and her own unspeakable escapist mentality. Now that she and Maggie are leaders of the same level of power, if she makes biased remarks again, it would really be a signal of "all belongs to Maggie".
Della didn't care about those people, but she couldn't help but care about the effectiveness of the order. If the current power was dispensable, then she would not develop it when she knew she had to fight against Voldemort.
But in this regard, Della could understand Draco. Draco was trying to keep their feelings pure and not let any mixed interests get involved.
And Maggie, the other impeccable liar and the shameful conspirator who had pretended to be lenient to Lucius in his business letters, was now back in his room at Durmstrang. He sat down at his desk, picked up a pen and wrote down the first point he had thought of on the way, and then immediately frowned.
This was the point Draco had hit upon, Maggie believed that he had absolutely no idea what Della was doing most of the time, and that his equally stupid father was being played into his hands.
Each generation is worse than the previous one. In the memories of Tom Riddle before he was 16 years old that Abraxas Malfoy obtained after swallowing the soul fragment of the diary, he was still a very smart person.
Forget it, let’s move on to the second point.