HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 449 Maggie's Battleground (3)

Girl, Miss.

Voldemort kept Sheena and Maria's identities very distinct.

This made Maggie sound even more ungrateful, and the Death Eaters questioned whether Maggie truly identified with the organization.

The truth has been revealed, and there's no room for cover-up or maneuvering anymore.

“It was just a normal dating experience, so I think I still have the normal right to break up, right? Maria is a noble pure-blood wizard,” Maggie said, raising her chin as she looked at Voldemort and chuckled knowingly. “Am I not one?”

Tom Riddle is not.

Voldemort's back stiffened slightly; he felt humiliated, and anger rose within him from the threatening tone in Maggie's words.

“You are, and of course you are,” Voldemort chuckled softly, “but it is precisely because of your noble blood that you must be even more strict with yourself.”

“Maggie, Maggie, when you’re entangled with a Muggle girl, being with a pure-blood lady is pure manipulation,” Voldemort said, raising his chin slightly to steer the conversation back on track. “You really need to explain why you value Muggles while manipulating wizards.”

“What kind of explanation would be acceptable?” Maggie said with a sneer. “Why don’t you just tell me your solution?”

“I suppose you’ve seen enough of the ways of the pure wizarding society,” Voldemort said, as Nagini, the snake beside him, darted upwards.

Sheena, who had been secretly observing Voldemort, trembled even more violently at the sight of the giant snake, and at the same time, she made some connections due to Voldemort's mention of "purity".

Na c.

massacre.

“Where exactly is this?” Sheena asked, her hands trembling as she wrapped her arms around Maggie’s shoulders, forcing herself to look up and forcing Maggie’s gloomy face to meet her gaze. “Who’s up there?”

"Is he asking you to kill me?" Sheena asked, then realized she wasn't surprised at all, since her gentlemanly Maggie had always been a man entangled with the mafia.

In fact, Maggie hinted at the cruelty of the family in their later conversations, but at that time she only thought about Maggie's helplessness and hardly thought about the bloodshed.

Today, bloodshed has befallen her.

"Kill you?" Sheena asked many questions, but Maggie could only hear this one. He looked at Himena's face, his eyes flickering, and subconsciously said, "That's impossible."

Sheena's trembling eyes stopped, and her eyes slowly widened. She knew that the bloodshed had not gone far away from her, but at this moment, the bloodshed no longer mattered.

Maggie cares about her.

that's enough.

“Ha, what a heartwarming scene,” Voldemort clapped, interrupting the young girl’s romantic reverie. “You mean, you’re going to insist on being with a Muggle? She’s not even a wizard.”

Voldemort was ashamed of Maggie's choice, but he was very satisfied with how things were going. He knew that at this point, Maggie's support was completely gone.

"Stop talking, just punish me." Maggie had no intention of arguing with Voldemort about right and wrong anymore. She shielded the girl who held her past behind her and stood tall in front of Voldemort.

"Oh, you're truly stubborn," Voldemort sighed regretfully, but his hand showed no mercy. "Crunch in the Heart!"

The green light struck Maggie's heart, and his handsome face immediately contorted into a terrifying grimace. He curled up and knelt straight down on the ground.

With no protection in front of her, Sheena opened her eyes wide, and before she could figure out what was happening, more green light followed.

Now, Maggie couldn't even kneel anymore, and curled up on the cold ground, howling in pain.

The excruciating pain directly torments a person's soul, which then transforms into excruciating physical pain. When this pain is continuous, the resilience of one's will is only linked to the length of time it takes to break down.

"Wh-what—"

Sheena stood there, stunned. She didn't understand how the little wooden stick emitted green light, nor did she understand how this green light was causing Maggie so much pain. However, she was very clear about one thing—she couldn't bear to watch Maggie suffer.

Sheena lunged forward, shielding Maggie's chest. The new green light struck her back, and she felt inhuman pain. She immediately wanted to escape, thinking that escaping by death was perfectly acceptable.

But she held back. Seeing Maggie's face soften slightly, Sheena suppressed her instinct to run away. She hugged Maggie tightly, enduring the torment while also unleashing another kind of power.

"Don't punish him! Don't punish him!" Sheena screamed. "Killing me is fine too! Just don't punish him!"

After striking Sheena three times, Voldemort stopped Crusher; striking a defenseless Muggle brought him no pleasure whatsoever.

“Oh my, so sentimental? No wonder Maggie is so infatuated with you,” Voldemort said casually, waving his wand. “That’s about enough. You two should be kind to the child. You two should get ready to get married.”

If Maggie marries Sheena, the stain of her close relationship with Muggles will forever remain on her.

Voldemort believed himself to be immortal, so he certainly didn't want to see a clone who claimed to be his son potentially diminish his power.

“She’s still in school,” Maggie said, struggling to her feet and helping the trembling Sheena to her feet. “Marriage is too early.”

"Then let's get engaged first." Seeing Maggie's resigned attitude, Voldemort gave her a way out since the main objective had already been achieved.

“I understand.” Maggie gave Voldemort a deep look, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she helped Sheena out of the hall.

After reaching the deserted garden, Maggie helped Sheena sit on the flower bed and catch her breath.

Sheena gradually recovered from the maddening pain. To be honest, she still didn't understand what had just happened, but with Maggie by her side, she felt it was okay even after experiencing pain.

"You just said you were willing to die for me?" Maggie suddenly asked her.

“…” Sheena was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, “Yes.”

"You still have a younger sister to take care of as she grows up, don't you?" Maggie asked again, her dark eyes looking at Sheena's lowered blue eyes.

“At that moment, I was selfish,” Sheena said, slowly raising her eyes to meet Maggie’s gaze, which was unusual for her. “I thought, as long as you are no longer in pain, it doesn’t matter what.”

Maggie gazed at Sheena's blue-green hue for a while, feeling that Sheena's love for him was too selfless, and this kind of selfless, innocent love still couldn't arouse his interest.

However, the word "death" was very tempting to him.

Especially the word "death" spoken from that face.

As Maggie lay sprawled on the floor in the hall, convulsing without dignity, she looked at Hina's blurry face and heard that face, blurred yet imbued with a sense of age, say "die" to her. It was as if, in that moment, she had grasped a regretful fate.

The satisfaction derived from grasping something unattainable surpasses all pain and pleasure.

“I’m very tempted,” Maggie said honestly. “You may have heard that my father asked us to get engaged, and frankly, he made that request because he looked down on you.”

"Because I am a Muggle?" Sheena didn't understand the word, so she asked tentatively.

"We are all human, but some of us are wizards who know magic."

As she spoke, Maggie stretched out her right hand in front of Sheena, slowly opening it. Four green dots first appeared on her palm, and then, as Sheena inhaled, those green dots extended and intertwined, twisting in the blink of an eye into a budding rose.

“I am a wizard, and those people were wizards,” Maggie said, flipping her hand and pinching the rose that was growing in her palm between her fingers. “And they look down on ordinary people who don’t have magic, that is, Muggles.”

"Then you—" Sheena covered her mouth with her hand and subconsciously looked at Maggie, only caring about Maggie's attitude.

"Don't you enjoy going out with me?" Maggie asked Sheena, chuckling softly.

Sheena blushed. Distracted, her nervousness subsided considerably, and she finally began to think more about another matter—the engagement.

She loved Maggie, and had loved her for a long time, but when it came to actually getting married, Sheena felt hesitant.

Because everything that happened today was a shameful beginning, even if her possessive desires were satisfied, how much damage would it do to their shared vision of happiness?

"Why do you think I've been keeping these things from you all this time, Sheena?" Maggie asked again, this time in much better spirits, her voice regaining its usual magnetism.

"Because of you, Maggie, you're afraid I'll get hurt?" Sheena answered the question, torn between happiness and distress.

“Yes, and I just discovered that you are actually willing to die for me,” Maggie stood up and walked up to Sheena under her gaze. “Your resolute attitude makes me realize how timid I used to be when considering things.”

“Death requires immense love and courage,” Maggie said, kneeling on one knee, her handsome face now shrouded in a captivating haze of weakness. “Then at least I must show the same love and courage, so as not to let you down.”

Maggie held the rose in her hand to Sheena's chest, and the petals slowly unfolded, revealing a huge cross of light inside—it was a ring.

“Even though it’s after the engagement announcement, please let me take this necessary step,” Maggie said, her body and the rose leaning even closer to Sheena. “Please marry me, Sheena?”

Sheena looked at the ring and for a moment she could only take a deep breath, feeling that no one in the world could be happier than her.

"I am willing."

She said that when she reached out to her beloved, a viper in human skin smiled and slipped the ring onto her finger.