HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 474 About Living Too Long

Della's conversation with Maggie gave her new information: Nagini, who was close to Voldemort, had been missing for a long time.

It seems that Maggie has truly put everyone else aside and is only focused on Voldemort. Della herself is somewhat lacking in this regard. Because she really loathes Voldemort, she doesn't pay close attention to him. Instead, she tries to deduce his psychology by observing the various actions of his subordinates.

"By the way, speaking of that snake, is it one of them?" Della then asked about the Horcruxes.

"Have you tried to do anything about it?" Maggie asked as she poured tea for Della.

"You tried it?" Della was somewhat surprised. "The Creator's suppression must be unpleasant, right?"

As someone with exceptional alchemical talent who has been virtually unscathed, Della leans towards an academic approach. The idea of ​​'creator's suppression' is not unfounded; it is a fact that is deeply embedded in many of the fundamental rules of alchemy and has clear runes. Therefore, she sees it as an inevitability that does not require testing.

Her and Maggie's origins are now fully clear: Voldemort's blood was mixed into her body, which was resurrected through alchemy, and Voldemort's soul was mixed into the composition of Maggie, a creation entirely of alchemy. They are undoubtedly dual creators, and neither of them can kill them directly.

The rule is like this, quite absolutely, and cannot be changed, because this rule is embedded in the underlying logic, and everything depends on the underlying logic.

Della was well aware of the strictness of the rules of alchemy, so upon learning this, she did not hesitate at all and immediately turned to the method of indirect killing through intrigue and trickery. However, she had no idea what it felt like for the Creator to suppress the created.

Her ignorance on this is understandable; how could there be an alchemical creation to write a textbook? It would be against the Creator's alchemical creation.

Maggie, on the other hand, although he himself was a master of alchemy, there was an underlying logic that hindered his smooth learning of alchemy, which made him less respectful.

“I tried to see if I could do it even with the malicious intent of smashing Nagini to death,” Maggie pushed the steaming tea over. “The instant I made my move, my heart stopped and my body went cold. If I hadn’t stopped in time, I probably would have died the next second.”

“So it is indeed one of the Horcruxes,” Della extracted this information first, and then turned her concern to Maggie. “Why did you suddenly become so suicidal? I should have explained to you that this kind of thing is not advisable.”

“I think that guy has lived too long, and he’s annoying to watch,” Maggie honestly expressed her opinion.

“I think you’re just tired of living,” Della said sarcastically. “If you’re really upset, why don’t you go out? Even if you go to Hogwarts, your situation would be much better than it is now.”

"Are you trying to kick me out?" Maggie immediately became wary. "You wouldn't kick a little girl out, would you, Della?"

"..." Della closed her eyes and sighed helplessly. "What, my integrity has become a tool for you to exploit?"

“It is your pity that has become my means of begging.” Maggie smiled, making no attempt to hide his shamelessness.

"Whatever you want, the manor is huge anyway," Della waved her hand, not wanting to continue the topic. "By the way, how's Beretta doing lately? Does she feel lonely without the kids to play with?"

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, her magic went out of control. That’s normal. I was thinking about sending her to a wizard’s daycare or finding her a tutor or something,” Maggie shrugged, finally revealing the news. “Their appearances say it all. Brontë also left the seed of wizardry in their blood.”

"The Flower of Magic didn't bloom on Sheena?" Della narrowed her eyes and asked, "Even if it had only bloomed a little, her situation would have changed dramatically."

“Unfortunately, no,” Maggie said without changing her expression. “If having a seed meant becoming a wizard, then there would be no such thing as a Muggle.”

“That makes sense. Whenever there’s a magical upheaval, the professor will arrive with the admission notice when the child is eleven,” Della thought for a moment and accepted the statement. “And just look at the Piazzia family; it’s impossible for a mafia family to refuse magic.”

"Yes, that's a real pity."

Maggie picked up her teacup, using the rising steam to conceal a fleeting glimmer of light.

wizard?

Muggle identity is more valuable.