HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 469 One Heart, One Mind

Sheena couldn't attract so many people, mainly because of the overseas merchants who were far from Voldemort's core, which allowed Della to have a good banquet.

At the party where there were fewer fools, Della danced with Theodore to her heart's content, and even better, Maggie was too busy with her guests and fiancée to give Theodore a good talking-to.

After the dance was nearly over, the two strolled around Riddle Manor without any trouble. Della introduced Theodore to the layout of the manor, and Theodore told Della about the interesting things that happened at school. The two walked deeper and deeper into the manor without realizing it, and ended up under a mistletoe.

Oh, mistletoe, the substance of kissing.

Maggie had made a mistake. If he were hosting the banquet, mistletoe would never be present at a banquet where Della was there. But this was prepared by Sheena, and his fiancée had a romantic personality, so mistletoe was naturally indispensable.

However, it doesn't mean that kissing is mandatory under mistletoe. This rule is generally only for couples. But young people are always feeling romantic, so they have gradually come up with many ways to play that they secretly enjoy.

Della was among those who knew the rules for couples under the mistletoe, while Theodore was among those whose hearts were fluttering with romantic feelings, and he simply strolled under the mistletoe and refused to leave.

“Theodore, it’s really easy to guess what you’re thinking.” Della stopped and turned to look at Theodore, a smile that was hard to decipher.

“Please, Your Excellency,” Theodore took Della’s hand, bent down and kissed it, showing a passion that was completely opposite to his cold appearance, “I would give you anything if you could make me happy in this moment.”

A dense, ticklish sensation spread across the back of her hand. Della opened her eyes slightly. It wasn't that she hadn't experienced intense emotions before, but this was the first time she had experienced such a humble yet sticky kind of passion.

Theodore really found the perfect time.

Della couldn't help but think that banquets were the perfect time to wrap up ambiguous frivolity with uncontrollable passion.

Frivolous, it is indeed frivolous, a bad word, but people don't necessarily react badly to it.

This is always unfair, especially among teenagers, where who the object of the flirtation is is quite important.

Della is always calm, but isn't she in her adolescence? Doesn't she have romantic feelings?

She has it, she always has it. When her emotional needs are strong, her budding romantic feelings, stemming from her adolescence, will waver even more intensely.

Besides, Theodore had already swayed her heart, and he always knew Della's heart better than anyone else.

"You're such a despicable sly fox."

Della muttered a soft curse, a laugh escaping her throat. She withdrew her hand, cupped Theodore's face in her hands under his tense gaze, and planted a kiss on the corner of the boy's lips.

It was just a fleeting moment on the lips, with little opportunity for deeper intimacy, but it wasn't brief; it was enough to create a tender atmosphere between the two.

“You’ve already given me everything, haven’t you?” After the kiss, Della still held Theodore’s face in her hands, maintaining a distance where their breaths would mingle. “You really know how to get something for nothing, Theodore.”

Theodore gazed at Della, his face filled with happiness. He could no longer hear what Della was saying; he simply followed his instincts and leaned in for a quick kiss on the corner of Della's lips.

With that, the mistletoe ordeal was finally over. After tidying up their clothes that had been disheveled during their movements, the two continued their stroll through the castle.

They all walked blushing as they strolled through the castle...

After the banquet ended and the guests were seen off, Della was called to the reception room by Maggie.

"Is there something you absolutely need to talk to me about?" Della sat down on the sofa and immediately began to speak sarcastically. "Why don't you go and be affectionate with your partner at such an important moment?"

“Looks like you’ve been intimate,” Maggie retorted, receiving a sidelong glance from Della before changing the subject, “I haven’t given you your Christmas present yet.”

“Reject,” Della refused without hesitation. “Any other problems?”

“Oh, you really are heartless,” Maggie said regretfully. “There is indeed another problem, which I think you should know about.”

"What's the problem?" Della asked, intrigued.

“Trive asked me if I could pursue my ex-girlfriend—though I think they’re already together,” Maggie shrugged.

“Trewo Ewing and Professor Abate?” Della frowned.

“Ah, Lydia and I only spent a few nights together, we were never together. Hmm, thinking about it, Maria is actually the same. Neither of them can be considered my ex-girlfriends,” Maggie stroked her chin. “I just went on a few more dates with Maria, unlike with Lydia where we got straight to the point.”

“There’s no need to go into so many unpleasant details,” Della glanced at Maggie. “So it’s Maria? I heard Dag gave her a famously generous dowry.”

“But it’s still quite difficult for her to get married,” Maggie laughed, “because people think she’s my ex-girlfriend, and Trevor was taking advantage of her.”

"Because he feels good about you?" Della asked, clearly disliking the topic they were discussing.

“Probably because he thinks he knows me better,” Maggie said. “I really don’t care where my exes are. I was toasting with Lydia’s young boyfriend the other day. Did you see him? Her new boyfriend looks a bit like me.”

"Are you so proud of yourself?" Della said with disgust. "You've been fickle and messing around with other women, ruining other people's reputations. You should feel sorry for that."

“So I told Trevor that if they really did get married, I would add a dowry to Maria’s in my own name as compensation and to save face,” Maggie explained to herself. “Of course, as long as Trevor accepts it.”

“Listen to this, is this acceptable? Is this some kind of old-fashioned practice of dressing up mistresses to marry off subordinates?” Della’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper. “Even if you don’t do anything outrageous, can Trevor tolerate a reputation for being a cuckold who may never end?”

“Dag Rozier’s dowry is indeed very generous,” Maggie said nonchalantly, “and this has created a marriage alliance between the two families; Maria now has the surname Holt.”

“Ha,” Della chuckled, mockingly. “He’s only been rich for a short time, and he already understands those big families? He’s quicker than anyone else to learn all sorts of messy little schemes.”

"I have a clear conscience towards him. It is undeniable that he has done a lot."

As Maggie was speaking, an owl flew to the bedside and pecked at the window. He wondered how an owl could fly into their closed manor. Then Della opened the window with her wand, and a letter with the scent of herbs fell into Della's arms.

"Whose?" Maggie asked naturally.

Tang Wu's.

“It’s for me anyway,” Della said dismissively, avoiding a direct answer to Maggie’s question.

Clutching Tang Wu's letter, she recalled their parting on the swing, and another wave of emotion surged within her.

Ah, so she's quite fickle too.

Della thought so.