Chapter 363 At Riddle Manor

Chapter 363 At Riddle Manor

"Any plans for this 'hurt in her body, hurt in my heart' trick?" Maggie was steering the wheel, looking through the front mirror at Della, who was sitting in the back with her head tilted back.

"Of course," Della smiled slightly. She raised her wand, pointed it at her heart and said bluntly, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Do not!!"

A roar was heard and Maggie woke up from his dream with red eyes. He pinched his eyebrows, pulled his pajamas which had been soaked with sweat at some point, got out of bed panting, and planned to take a shower first.

As the warm water flowed, Maggie closed his eyes and raised his head, feeling the water hitting his face and filling all his senses. His worries were briefly taken away, but when he got used to the sound and impact of the water, his anxiety returned exponentially.

Half a year has passed, and there is still no news about Della. No one can even get 10,000 Galleons. Oh, of course they can't, after all, that's Della.

Maggie, who also couldn't find Della, couldn't help but complain about those people's incompetence while thinking this.

After taking a shower, he looked at the time. It was half past six. In two hours, a guest would come to visit, so Maggie simply changed into a slim-fitting outfit and prepared to go directly to the reception room to sit for a while.

Walking in Riddle Manor, where he was the only wizard, the cold air that could not be blocked by the windows gave him a chill from time to time when he walked there. Maggie was not irritated by this. It was winter and it was natural to be cold. As he had plenty of time, his reaction was to slow down and take a short look at the snowy scene near Christmas.

The Christmas atmosphere in Riddle Manor is very strong. This is related to Quasi and Nella who feel sorry for Maggie. These two elves who are worried about Della think that Maggie is suffering from the anxiety of losing everything and only knows how to fill the pain with work, so they take charge of the decoration of the manor.

At 8:15, Ariane Lind appeared in front of the wrought iron gate. She walked between two rows of oak trees of the same size and height, her eyes quickly sliding across the golden ribbons that could not be ignored between the layers of colorful lights on each tree. Whenever the cold wind carrying snow particles blew, the brass bells under the ribbons would play a welcoming song for her.

At the end of the oak tree was a tall spruce in the center of the roundabout, decorated with nutcrackers, reindeer toys, and gingerbread houses. She stared at the gilded Madonna shining on the top of the tree and felt that Della should be in the big retro castle in front of her.

Such warmth and so particularity are not what Maggie Riddle would care about, but what people like Della Riddle, who are considerate of their friends, would notice, because Christmas means all-encompassing love.

Too bad Della couldn't be there.

Arlian hurried through the archway hung with holly and mistletoe, and almost ran past the crackling marble fireplace in the hall. The eight stockings hanging on the fireplace, which were painted a warm yellow by the firelight, made her feel that this warm house should not be home to only the cold Maggie Riddle.

The longer Aryan stayed in Riddle Manor, the more worried she became about Della.

Finally, as if escaping from a fierce battle, Aryan arrived at Maggie's reception room. As soon as she entered, before she was amazed by all the classical and exquisite decorations, she was first terrified by a large glass jar placed against the wall opposite the door.

Sadolin is inside.

She closed her eyes and stood there quietly. The eternally cold jar made her stay in the last vivid moment. Her dress was well worn, the sunlight shone through the window, the necklace and ring she wore were still shining, and her face was still radiant.

Like every time before, Aryan's eyes were briefly burned by the red light reflected from the ring on Sadolin's hand. Unfortunately, Maggie, who woke up from a nightmare this morning, did not have her usual patience to tolerate anything that mattered.

"Are you still looking at her, Aryan?" Maggie sneered, "I'm disappointed that you're not stable enough, but you think Sadolin is not bad either, because I put her there to let everyone see the consequences of betrayal."

"I will always need to grow, and I have gained especially much under your tutelage, sir," Ellian said calmly, humbly accepting Maggie's advice to her.

Maggie leaned on the soft sofa, raised her head lazily and motioned for Aryan to sit down, still saying, "Actually, I originally planned to cut off her head and hang it on the wall, but I thought that this body might be more useful in the future, so I gave her a chance to distract you."

Cut off the head...

During her internship in Country M, Aryan was mainly in the legal department. Following her father's request, she was more involved in frontline field investigations. She had come across many cases and interrogated some prisoners, but she had never met someone like Maggie who could speak so nonchalantly about dismemberment.

Even those criminals who had committed numerous evil deeds and treated their own kind as livestock would show a slight trembling pleasure no matter how cold-blooded they were, but Maggie really didn't show any, as if she was just doing something that was convenient for her.

That's what makes it so scary.

While reporting to Maggie, Aryan also had to come into contact with Voldemort. As the "promising fresh blood" in the Dark Lord's mouth, she already had a tattoo on her left arm, and could also feel Voldemort's moodiness after his casual praise.

But there was still a pattern to her mood swings. As long as she didn't do anything stupid, a humble attitude was enough to keep her safe. But on Maggie's side, Aryan always felt like she was going to lose her head.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore," Maggie smiled and instantly turned into her usual polite young man, "Does the Dark Lord have any instructions for those outside the isolated island?"

Inside the isolated island, you are the core of the struggle; outside the island, you are on the bench.

Voldemort believed Maggie's words and accepted the fact that his diary had transformed into a human, but he was definitely dissatisfied. When Maggie refused Voldemort's entry on the grounds that "Riddle Manor was only under Della's name", Voldemort immediately used this as an excuse to make trouble and asked Maggie to focus on dealing with matters outside Country Y.

This benching was exactly what Maggie wanted, and in fact, what his overseas subordinates wanted as well. They still made money, but they no longer had to work so hard. The only thing they had to worry about was to make an effort that would be appreciated to find Della Riddle, the Miss Riddle who had first brought them together.

"The Dark Lord asked me to tell you that you must rescue his loyal servants from Azkaban before the end of January." Aryan said hesitantly. After the Triwizard Tournament, she had been transferred to the Department of Law Enforcement. This mission sounded like it should be related to her, but Voldemort didn't say a word to her.

"Do I have any help?" Maggie looked at Arlian and saw her dilemma at a glance.

"The Dark Lord didn't say." Aryan shook her head.

Arlian from the Law Enforcement Department is useful in the operation, but if he uses her, suspicion will gather on them; if he doesn't use her, they will be suspected of being overly cautious and suspicion will still arise.

"It's okay, just follow my instructions," Maggie sneered, "Go back to the Ministry of Magic and continue working hard on your path to becoming a minister."

Aryan listened, her brown eyes moving up and down rapidly. In that split second, she seemed to have grasped something. However, in front of Maggie, she had no right to stop and study it in detail. She could only abandon her inspiration, say goodbye politely, and leave immediately.