Chapter 355 The Pain of the Evil (1)
The silver dagger was sharpened to a very sharp edge, and the one Maggie carried with her was not a defective one. The sharp effect on it caused him some pain although he was not fatally injured. Even with the use of the finest white tangy essence, it only faded the sharp cut into a pink flesh scar that seemed like blood might seep out at any time. He had to wrap a circle of gauze around his body.
The physical pain was secondary; the loss of control of his wand made him even more anxious.
But thanks to Voldemort, who also suffered a loss with the wand, Maggie got inspiration from his guess that "there is an unusual connection between Harry's wand and his wand". He had seen with his own eyes that Sadolin gave Demetrius her basilisk tooth.
And his own wand, from the inside to the outside, was made of excess Sadolin.
Just a small piece of tooth from the same origin was enough to knock him out.
After realizing this, Maggie felt a chill on his back for the first time. He realized that he would die twice today.
If he hadn't dodged that blow...
If he used the killing curse directly on Sadolin, or if there were more Sadolin on Demetri...
The basilisk wand must never be used again, and he had to tell Della that it couldn't be used again.
But when he hurried back to Hogwarts to synchronize the news with Della, what he waited for was Theodore Nott rushing over and grabbing his wrist desperately. Theodore shouted to him anxiously, "Della is gone! Della has left here!"
"What did you say?" Maggie grabbed Theodore's collar and questioned him, not caring about the pain from the collision. "What do you mean she left?"
Theodore pulled out the cherry wood wand. "She gave me this this morning and told me to hold it until the evening," he said in a panic, trembling all over. "After the project was over, the professor sent us back to the castle. When I was alone in the dormitory, this wand flew into the air and started writing."
【I quit】
Maggie's breathing quickened as he listened to Theodore's repetition of this short sentence. He imagined all the possible causes of this sentence and guessed all the possible destinations of Della. "Nothing else?" He gritted his teeth and continued to ask without giving up.
"No," Theodore shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. He said sadly and earnestly, "Sir, you will bring her back, right? Sir?"
"You need to tell me that?" Maggie frowned, thinking about the signs of Della's departure, while staring at the wand that Theodore held in front of him, "This wand -"
Maggie originally wanted to take Della's things, but thinking of the experience of this wand and what happened today, he changed the subject and said, "You keep it. Go back first. I'll call you if there's any problem."
"Please find her back, sir..." Theodore took a step back, still talking.
return......
Maggie found inspiration from his words. She remembered the snake and bird that were not brought back by Della. Before Della left with the snake and bird, something happened...
"Cynthia White!" Maggie roared. He grabbed Theodore's shoulders fiercely, his handsome face completely distorted by anger. "It's her! It's that thief! Call that bitch over here!"
"Forget it," he shouted at Theodore as Maggie dropped him, "give me that wand you used yourself!"
As soon as Theodore took out his twelve-inch ash wand, Maggie snatched it away, and then his figure became a shadow. He left the Durmstrang ship at an extremely fast speed and passed by Aryan Lind who was running towards him with an anxious look on her face. The strong wind caused by the fast speed messed up Aryan's hair.
Maggie didn't pause at all for this subordinate who worked under him and obviously had something to ask him, and ran quickly towards the castle. However, before entering, he hesitated for a moment, and then flew straight towards Hogsmeade.
The Shrieking Shack, where Maggie was sure the shameful and arrogant thief would be waiting for him.
He got there as fast as he could and ran up to the second floor. Sure enough, Cynthia White was sitting by the broken frosted glass window, waiting for him with a smile.
"What did you do to her?" Maggie stood at the door. He suppressed his rage and bloodthirsty desire and said to Cynthia in a cold voice, "Tell me quickly, so that I can be more merciful to you."
"It's nothing to hide. It's not something I did wrong," Cynthia said calmly, not intimidated by Maggie at all. "I just told her about your wrongdoing."
"What did you say to her?" Maggie walked towards Cynthia with heavy steps, and his eyes became more terrifying with every step.
"Someone who didn't have to die at her hands," Cynthia looked up at the man two steps away from her. The smile on her face widened, and she continued provocatively, "He also helped her connect the beginning and end of this cruel node."
Quirrell.
The thief used the stolen goods to pry him open in front of Della.
Maggie's eye, which would return to its original state when her soul was shaken, turned blue. In the blend of moonlight and shadow, the blue eye that was shining with a faint light was extremely creepy. At this moment, his calm and weird feeling of oppression was even stronger.
"Where is she?" Maggie asked, looking at Cynthia as if she were a dead person.
"Who knows?" Cynthia said softly as she slowly took out a white magic wand. The moonlight shone on it, reflecting a cold light. "Do you have any idea?"
Maggie stared at the basilisk bone wand that Della had made not long ago, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart. He suddenly realized that the appearance of this second wand meant that he was powerless to save the situation.
A wand made from basilisk wood is more powerful than an ordinary wand. He knew that the reason Della didn't choose this kind of wand the first time was that there was no need. Even if the cherry wood one was not particularly convenient to use, it was enough to deal with wizards other than Dumbledore and Voldemort. Even if Maggie had a more powerful wand, there would be no hostility between them.
And 'unnecessary' inadvertently turned into 'necessary'. Della defined the relationship between them as hostile and intended to be on guard with equal strength.
Maggie seemed to collapse for a moment, he looked at Cynthia, that blue eye was still creepy blue, but tears appeared in his eyes, after despair covered the anger, the distorted face also calmed down, under the cold and broken feeling, the deceptive face became more handsome.
"I really can't leave her. I admit that I'm selfish and I admit that I've done too many wrong things," Maggie's voice trembled. He half-knelt beside Cynthia and slowly grabbed her hand and strangled it around his neck. "I also want to apologize to you. My willfulness has caused you a lot of trouble and pain."
Cynthia looked at the face that always seemed superior to her in her impression, apologizing to her in such a humble manner, begging for her forgiveness and mercy. Her hands were so realistically pinching the weak spot of the arrogant villain. Satisfaction, excitement and evil thoughts filled her mind at the same time.
"Forgive me, I will compensate you as much as possible, and please have mercy on me, I can't leave Della..."
Amid the ups and downs of her emotions and Maggie's continued pleading, Cynthia remembered what she had emphasized to Della: 'You can wait to die anywhere, but you have to survive for a year.' At that time, she was also in a high position, and she completely avenged herself for almost disappearing.
"Bitch!" Maggie's low and sweet pleading suddenly stopped. He threw away the wand in Cynthia's hand, pounced over in an instant, bent over and pinched Cynthia's neck. His face was distorted again, and his eyes flashed red. "You don't even know where she is!"
Cynthia opened her eyes wide and struggled to pry open Maggie's iron grip, realizing that this man had no remorse and no intention of asking for help. Everything he had just done was just a disguise, just to make her relax so that she could perform Legilimency.
If she had any memory of where Della Riddle was, she was dead now.