HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 477 Between Parents and Children

Upon returning to Abate Manor, Edward did not lead Gureymer to his usual study, but instead took him to a small house at the back.

The term "small" here refers only to the large house in front. This four-story house has more than a dozen rooms and is already the size of a mansion, but it appears inferior compared to the houses in front.

"Grandpa, aren't we not allowed to come here?" Guleimer said softly. His long experience as a guest had made him much more timid, and besides, he had never been assertive in front of his grandfather, but he still couldn't help asking, "Where's Mom...?"

“This used to be where Abate’s family lived,” Edward said without answering Gulemmer’s question, leading Gulemmer up the stairs and introducing the place to himself. “It’s where my mother, my sister, and I lived.”

Gulemer listened, unsure how to respond, and simply followed Edward in silence.

“A lot of joy, a lot of sorrow, and it’s also very memorable for me,” Edward stopped at the door of a room on the third floor. He took a breath, and his white beard trembled slightly. “And this is my father’s room.”

Edward pushed open the door, kicking up a cloud of dust. Caught off guard, Guillermo coughed. Edward covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and continued walking forward, saying in a low voice amidst the intermittent coughing, "It was here that I killed him."

The coughing stopped abruptly, and Gulemer's face flushed red. He stared blankly at Edward, unsure how to react.

“I’ve always thought men are hateful because all they do is beat their wives and daughters,” Edward chuckled, his face devoid of emotion. “Yet they treat me differently and spout nonsense. When I couldn’t stand him anymore, I suffocated him here.”

“That’s why I hate your harassment of Litty. Aren’t you using that blood relationship to persecute my daughter? Yes, you are my grandson, but I really can’t stand people who use family ties as a stepping stone to trample on their relatives, especially men,” Edward said.

“I never intended to trample on my mother!” Guleimer regained some strength and shouted, “I just… I just want—want my mother. I’ll be careful, as long as she wants me…”

"Grandpa-Grandpa—" Gulemer knelt at Edward's feet, grabbing his trouser leg and pleading, "Give me a chance, please, let me talk to Mom again, please, didn't you love me a lot when I was little? You would pat my head and praise me for doing a good job."

Although I only praised her once.

“Ah, when you were little, I used to think you would be a good kid, a good kid who could live his own life and understand Litty,” Edward recalled the past. “Your little temper, which was quite nice, very much like Litty’s, but I don’t know why, you ended up becoming a pure-blood believer like my father.”

"Did you give up on me because of the mistakes I made? I'll change, I already have—"

“No, pure-blood theory is also a choice, and I respect choices,” Edward interrupted him coldly. “But you are obviously like my father, not knowing that you can continue to make this choice by hurting others, just like the fist you once swung at my mother. You don’t care about the livelihood of the family, you only think about some ridiculous pure-blood responsibility.”

“I don’t have much of a sense of social responsibility, and most of the time I only think about making money, but even if you do bad things, you have to have the ability to do them well to earn people’s respect, right?” Edward sneered. “And what was your mentality when you wrote these things in your letter to Litty? Didn’t you know that this would disgust her and show that her child is indeed an idiot?”

"That time, wasn't it because I pushed a child from a Muggle family into the fountain that you praised me?" Gulemer's voice trembled.

“If our family really discriminated, would their family be invited into the manor?” Edward retorted. “I thought you were just trying to avoid sharing your puppy. Even if it was an overreaction, I still appreciate a child who is willing to express their refusal.”

Gulemer lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. He realized that everything had been wrong from the very beginning, just like his birth.

"Did you bring me here to kill me?" he asked finally, without showing any sign of resistance.

“That’s up to you. Perhaps another Abate will follow in his footsteps,” Edward looked down at him. “But you know, Gulemmer, I’ve never been stingy with your resources. I never have, and I never will. As long as you’re willing to go far, even if you break the law, I’ll still find the best lawyers to defend you, and I’ll even help you out in jail.”

"Is it true that if I hadn't written those letters, and hadn't done those things to gain approval," Gulemer asked with difficulty, "at least Grandpa, would you have liked me?"

“If this is the most meaningless topic in the world,” Edward turned to look out the window, “you’d better take care of yourself. Find a room in this building for the time being and wait for my instructions.”

Meanwhile, in the basement of Riddle Manor, a similar issue of family ties was unfolding.

Old Barty had already collapsed to the ground, and young Barty screamed at Maggie, "I can't take it anymore! How could he make that face!"

“I do everything perfectly! I get first place in everything! I even got 12 Os in the graded exams! But he has never praised me! He always looks like a dead man!” Barty’s eyes were red, but his eyes were also unusually red, making it hard to tell whether he was heartbroken or going crazy.

“But now!” Little Barty’s voice rose even louder, “He’s actually touching the hair of a good-for-nothing bastard and saying he did a great job!?”

Maggie, who had personally given Old Barty the hint, immediately understood the problem. While implying that Gulemer was Old Barty's son, she used what was available to preserve Old Barty's emotional restraint, allowing him to express his emotions more freely while maintaining his rationality.

Because it was an existing relationship, Little Barty was particularly upset even knowing about the hypnosis.

“He looks like a corpse, he looks like a corpse!” Little Barty moved closer to Maggie and asked aggressively, “Can I really let him die? Can that bastard die too? I can’t take it anymore! I can’t take it anymore!”

Let Old Barty die?

It's a trivial matter; if it's Little Barty's wish, granting it would be a simple matter of a word.

From the perspective of long-term resource utilization, this does not seem to be the way to maximize benefits.

“Oh, Buddy, I would do anything for a best friend,” Maggie said gently, “but I don’t think that would make up for all the suffering he’s caused you.”

Little Barty tilted his head, his voice sharper than ever before, "Yes! Not nearly enough! Not nearly enough! It's too good for him!!"

“I do have a plan,” Maggie smiled, slowing his tone, “It’s time for him to experience what it’s like to have his mind controlled for over a decade.”

"How do I do it? How do I do it?" Little Barty grabbed Maggie's arm and asked anxiously.

“Little Abate is no longer needed, and you will once again become his only son.”

Maggie brought Little Bati to Old Bati on the ground. Before Little Bati could question him, he raised his hand to make a shushing gesture, and then placed his hand on Old Bati's forehead in a brief silence.

“He is still at our disposal, but I will liberate his mind and keep him soberly imprisoned within, watching him do everything against his will,” Maggie’s hand glowed faintly, and she spoke the last sentence in a particularly low voice, “It is time for you to take control of him, Buddy.”

control......

He can be like he used to be...

Little Barty's chest heaved violently, his eyes grew increasingly red, and his lips trembled uncontrollably as he stared blankly at his father on the ground, who was whimpering and about to open his eyes.

Maggie's hand left, and old Buddy opened his eyes, a glimmer of clarity in them. "I'm sorry, son, I... I've done so many wrong things... It's all my fault, I didn't raise you well..."

Little Barty listened, his chest heaving more and more violently. His mouth was open, and his jaw trembled uncontrollably. "Listen to me, listen to me. I never, never did that before, but much, much before, I, I clearly, clearly did so much..."

Old Barty hugged Little Barty.

Little Barty trembled even more violently and burst into tears like a child.

Maggie watched the farce quietly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. Of course, she hadn't done anything to suppress her inner feelings; she had simply erased Guleimer and allowed Old Barty's true emotions to return to their proper place.

In other words, Barty was deeply moved by what he already possessed.

Haha, you idiot.

Thinking about this, Maggie felt a little better, and her mood improved more and more, because she knew that Little Barty's current feelings of gratitude would all turn into loyalty to him in the future.

How can one not be happy about getting something for nothing?