HP: Hogwarts Snake

When Quasi knocked on Maggie's study door and told him that Leah was here, Maggie was spying on Cynthia's actions from the perspective of Yinxin through the silver pass on the table. In addition to the synchronously transmitted image, there was the interface where Cynthia contacted Annika, while the silver letter in his hand stayed on the interface where he synchronously contacted Annika.

"Leah?" He folded up the gradually affectionate letter from Hina that was spread out on the table and locked it in a drawer along with his half-written reply. "Did she say what she was coming for?"

"She said the Red Lion had come to Diagon Alley," Quasi repeated what Leah hadn't said explicitly. "I asked her to wait in the reception room, sir."

The Red Lion? I heard that the Weasley twins had dropped out of school after causing a scene at Easter.

Are you going to Diagon Alley to show off?

It's really the twins' style to do these things when everything seems dangerous.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Maggie closed the silver note that he wouldn't need to look at for a while, put the silver letter in his pocket, and walked out of the study and went to the reception room under Quasi's distressed gaze.

In the reception room, Leah was standing in front of the frozen Sadolin, looking carefully at the poor girl through the glass.

"Your reaction is quite amusing," Maggie laughed. "Others who come here don't dare to even look up, for fear of hearing scary stories and threats. But you're the only one standing around and looking at this woman who stabbed me."

"It's just a corpse. In comparison, it's a beautiful corpse that seems to be still alive," Leah said, turning around and sitting opposite Maggie who was already sitting down. "Her good preservation is more interesting to me than the cause of death."

"You mean, her intact appearance isn't enough of a deterrent?" Maggie's smile widened. Compared to those young people who think war is just a game, he admired Leah's pragmatism, who had seen bloodshed. "How will Piazza deal with the traitor?"

"Most of them drowned," Leah said. "For the others who need to be deterred, they cut off some things depending on the situation. It's rare to leave such a complete body."

"I have also thought about tearing her into pieces," Maggie commented as she looked at Sadolin, whose body was covered in frost. "But after all, I have watched her become what she is now step by step. If I tear her into pieces, it will not only look ugly, but also waste the effort I have put into her face."

"What Piazza did was a one-time thing. If we want a long-term deterrent, I think it's you, sir, who should do it." Flattery never wears out, and Leah complimented her boss skillfully.

"Alright, alright," Maggie waved her hand, "What's wrong with the Red Lion of Diagon Alley?"

"They run a joke shop. Judging from the pedestal on the door that's obviously used to hold something big and the bright and exaggerated decoration materials in the house," Leah, who has been immersed in society for a while, said confidently, even though she hasn't seen the final effect yet. "At least in Diagon Alley, where all the decorations are retro, their store will be very conspicuous."

"Now that I can basically receive protection fees from all businesses, I don't intend to make them an exception, because their family is too close to the Savior, and making them special here will damage my prestige and position." After Leah stated her plan and reasons, she looked up at Maggie and honestly expressed her doubts. "If the protection fees are normal, it's fine, but if they are abnormal, I'm not sure whether I should ignore the troubles this store has encountered or let this store go bankrupt."

Maggie raised her eyelids and asked only one question, "Do you think you can kill them?"

"..." Leah was silent for a while, neither agreeing nor refusing, she just said, "Since they are adults..."

"Then we can harvest them when the time is right. After this store opens, there will be people who will cause trouble from time to time. We have enough people who discriminate against pure-blood traitors." Maggie shrugged. "Your question today is very good. It means you have carefully remembered what I told you before. They are all 'prepared surrender'. At least one of them will die at Della's hands. It would be even better if she happens to be the most famous one."

As she spoke, the expression on Maggie's face became vague and ethereal. She looked like a drug addict who was intoxicated with fantasy. "Della will definitely come back to me...sooner or later she will understand...at that time she will need to pick a Weasley to kill to lower Voldemort's vigilance..."

Leah listened to the ego and self-righteousness that could not be concealed in Maggie's low voice. She wanted Della to come back, but she also didn't want her to come back. She even thanked herself for being alone for the first time. At least there was no family member who she could not break free from and tightly clung to her regardless of her pain.

The door was suddenly opened at this moment, and the pale and skinny little Barty walked in. Behind him was Nella, who failed to stop him. Nella was a little flustered, but Maggie's waving of her hand preceded her scream. Seeing that Maggie didn't care, Nella quickly retreated and closed the door.

"My friend, my brother, my master," Barty raised his arms and chanted as if no one was around. When he was away from his mission, he was just as crazy as his colleagues who had just been released from Azkaban. "I want to see you, and I feel that no meeting can stop us from meeting each other."

Leah looked at the stranger who sat down next to Maggie, who had her usual inconspicuous smile on her face. She wondered in her heart what position this man held in her relationship with Maggie.

"Of course. My place is always open to you." Facing this chess piece that was closest to Voldemort, Maggie was still in the mood to tolerate him. He smiled sincerely and straightened out little Barty's messy robe.

On the night Barty Jr. was about to be kissed by the Dementors, his death was delayed by Ariane Lind, who then used the possibility of diminished prestige to persuade Fudge to secretly execute the Azkaban prisoners who were already recorded as dead. They replaced Barty Jr. with another unlucky guy to die in his place.

Facing the closeness of his spiritual sustenance, the madness on Barty's face did not disappear, but was only presented in a gentler form. The tone of his next words became more respectful, "Dear friend, when can I kill my father?"

Leah, who was being ignored, heard this and her eyelids twitched. Little Barty, who had been secretly observing her, keenly caught it. He did not wait for an answer and turned the topic to Leah directly, "Why, do you have any objection to what I am going to do?"

There was madness in his narrow face, and Leah had no doubt that this man would point his wand at her and cast a killing curse directly at her.

"No, I envy you," Leah, who was used to death threats, said calmly, even smiling slightly, "I envy you for having the chance to kill your father with your own hands. I don't have this good luck. I can only dig him out and throw him back into the sea."

Little Barty's eyes slowly opened wide, and the pupils inside them slowly shrank. He looked at Leah, who seemed to be just talking about everyday things, and suddenly laughed softly. Then his laughter became louder and louder. He didn't care that Maggie was beside him, and filled the whole room with his increasingly shrill laughter.

Maggie quietly looked at the mentally ill little Barty, thinking about the old Barty who was being kept hanging by Gullam Abate as a placebo. The old Barty was completely controlled by the soul and regarded Gullam as his son. Now he was helping him negotiate with various magic ministries abroad for this son.

The job was done quite well, and the presence of old Barty, a veteran hardliner, could also calm the hearts of those timid wizards who were in constant fear.

"You are very good!" Little Barty's crazy laughter gradually stopped, "You are worthy of being a servant that my respected master personally meets!"

If you argue with a madman, you will only suffer.

Leah thought so and nodded in agreement to save face.

"Ah~ Frozen Sadolin!" Little Batty's attention was attracted by Sadolin on the side. He said longingly, "I want to lock my father in there too, and let him know all the coldness I experienced before!"

Hearing this, Maggie curled the corners of her lips slightly, she really found it funny.

In the more than ten years before he was imprisoned and the more than ten years after he escaped from prison, the father and son clearly had so many opportunities to be together, but it was after they separated that one was blinded and expressed his fatherly love to others, while the other wanted to go crazy and could not distinguish between desire and murderous intent.

Then we have no choice but to let such a cold-hearted outsider benefit from both ends.