HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 442 Disguise

The plan was a success.

Della had prepared a lifelike corpse beforehand and made a slight modification when she swung the Killing Curse, instantly teleporting Dumbledore to the valley where Grindelwald had been moved.

Of course, it's important not to completely trust people, even Dumbledore. That's why Della took Dumbledore's wand beforehand. The wand she broke on the Astronomy Tower was a fake one, and Dumbledore in the valley was also temporarily without a wand, just like Grindelwald.

For wizards of Dumbledore's caliber, not having a wand doesn't actually prevent them from casting spells, but in a fight, having a wand is very important, and Professor Kirkrell is confident that he can restrain Dumbledore without a wand.

Considering Professor Kirkrell's tendency to take sides, and in order to avoid trouble, Della still found an opportunity to make several unbreakable oaths, ensuring that the three of them would not reveal Della Riddle's secrets or disrupt her plans while Voldemort was alive.

That was the end of it. Dumbledore wouldn't die, and Grindelwald, who seemed to have said a lot just by looking at him, was now restrained. There was only one problem left—Dumbledore's right hand, which had been cursed and turned into a dried-up corpse.

Because of Saviour, Della had some knowledge of curses, but Voldemort was too powerful, and she couldn't completely eradicate him. She could only give Dumbledore a choice.

She either had to endure it until Voldemort died or find a way to keep going until Voldemort died; or she had to amputate her limb, cutting off what had become part of the curse, and then she used alchemy to create a prosthetic hand.

Dumbledore hesitated, and Della didn't urge him to make a choice immediately. After indicating that she was willing to help at any time, she hurriedly returned to Riddle Manor to pack her luggage.

She officially has a goddaughter! And Bellinda is finally getting married! She absolutely has to go!

Della had wanted to go for a long time, but she had too many things to do and kept putting it off until almost the end of July before she could finally set off.

As for clothes, just pack a couple of pieces; there are plenty of clothes in Tang's size at home anyway.

Gifts, we need to look at them carefully and bring more. She's the godmother now, so it's best to put all the good things in front of her goddaughter.

So Della carefully studied the warehouse entries. Just as she was choosing a gift in the study, the uninvited guest opened the study door without knocking.

Della frowned, then lowered her head again when she saw it was Maggie, continuing to look at the list. She said coldly, "You can't even knock? You're getting worse as you get older. And when did I give you permission to come here? Remember what you said, Riddle Manor is my property."

"..." Maggie paused for two seconds, then said in a nonchalant tone, "I got tired of staying at the Abate Manor, so I came to see you."

Maggie and Lydia's affair was not kept secret; Della knew about it, but she disliked Maggie's overly ambiguous attitude towards multiple women.

"If that's the case, then why did you go to Sheena's place before?" Della said impatiently. "Don't keep her hanging on with ambiguous feelings. She's in college and has plenty of choices. You shouldn't let her ignore those choices."

Maggie was silent for two seconds, her eyebrows twitching slightly. She changed the subject, "How long are you going to be gone? Aren't you afraid you'll miss the next part of the plan? You know, 'Father' doesn't value us that much."

The word 'father' was emphasized, sounding ironic, and it was the tone Maggie would use, but that's not the point.

Della's hands didn't stop flipping through the list, and she didn't show any unusual behavior, but her heart was in turmoil.

No knocking—avoiding topics that touch on the past—and the questions asked deviated from the previously established theme of 'invisibility'.

The person in front of me isn't Maggie; it's Voldemort disguised as Maggie.

Her relationship with Maggie was both complex and close, so the impetuous acts of 'not knocking' and 'starting conversations casually' used to indicate intimacy were less alarming.

“How can you take it seriously? If Harry escapes from my hands, does that mean he’s amazing or I’m incompetent?” Della maintained her impatient attitude towards Maggie. “And you think you can just stay here and go? I’ve already said I don’t take it seriously. Why would I let you do anything important?”

Upon hearing this, Maggie, or rather Voldemort, walked towards Della. He walked slowly, his gaze fixed on the wand beside Della's hand. "We can't just do nothing, can we?"

As he said this, he reached for the golden nanmu wood magic wand—

“Don’t make me say worse to get rid of you,” Della snatched the wand, finally looking up at him with undisguised disgust in her eyes. “You know I don’t want to see you, and I don’t have much to say to you.”

Della's nervousness about the wand led Voldemort to believe that this might be an unexplored issue by Maggie, meaning he could now probe further.

“You’ve been gone for a long time, and I’ve been very worried about you,” Voldemort said, having mastered the essence of Maggie’s speech—both were so clingy and subservient, as if you had let him down. “You’ve been gone so long, your personality has changed drastically, you’ve even changed your wand.”

"What do I care if you worry about me?" Della sneered. "And don't talk to me about that year that happened because of you. I don't want to share my experiences in Europe with you."

"Alright!" Della's voice rose, her impatience almost overflowing. "Go away! Don't bother me without permission!"

Beneath his old skin, Voldemort gave Della a deep look, smiled and nodded before turning and leaving.