HP: Hogwarts Snake

Eye?

Is it the hypnotic eye that she and Maggie both have, which can alienate themselves?

Or is it another product that she and Maggie both possess, and that Voldemort chose to manifest?

To be honest, these two eyes didn't have any good meaning to Della, but she couldn't be so generous to something that was visible and bright.

"Do you think I can see the future?" Tang Xueji loosened the silk veil on her left eye, and looked at Della with both her clear and cloudy eyes, then changed the subject again.

"I can be sure of this, but the future isn't 100% certain," Della said calmly. "If that's the case, then seeing the future is meaningless. After all, it can't be changed."

"Yes, it's a very clear understanding. And for those who can see, the more they see, the greater the limitations." Tang Xueji smiled slightly. "So most of the time I'm guessing about the future, guessing and observing at the same time. Sometimes I can guess correctly. After all, people are just like that."

"No wonder I couldn't beat you in chess." Della also smiled lightly and followed Tang Xueji's rhythm calmly.

"I can't casually look into the future, but I still have the past to wander in." Tang Xueji's gray left eye flicked slightly, "and some key parts of the past can be seen."

Della's back tensed for a moment, and she looked at Tang Xueji with a normal expression, patiently waiting for her next words.

"And the past, in a sense, is more important to me." Tang Xueji rubbed the rim of the teacup twice. "The past and the future are condensed into one eye, and at the same time, I'm blessed with an eye that can see the present. Among gifted people, I'm considered very lucky."

"However, two eyes, one extraordinary and one ordinary, cannot coexist in balance on a human body for long. Without a replacement extraordinary one, I will lose the ability to see now," Tang Xueji explained her motivation and answered Della's initial question. "And the hair and skin on the body cannot be replaced with a simple permission."

"..." Della frowned slightly, feeling that Tang Xueji's words were too vague. She pointed out the ambiguity behind the words, "Then, is my permission the last condition for you to exchange my eyes?"

Tang Xueji shook her head, the smile on her lips fading. "The intentional exchange of body and hair, no matter how sincere the permission, cannot cancel the bond. This goes against cultivation. In your terms, it's like a curse that irreversibly damages magic power. I didn't intend to go down this path, and I've been trying to close my eyes since I was a child."

Della raised an eyebrow, "Originally?"

"There's always that one in a million chance of success," Tang Xueji said, not avoiding Della's inquiring gaze. She looked at her intently, "The conditions are very demanding. Not only must this person possess extraordinary eyes, but I can't approach them, either actively or through deliberate guidance. Finally, my soul must be purer than the owner of these eyes."

Tang Xueji finished stating her conditions without mentioning permission.

Della caught this first, raising her eyebrows even more. "You've already mentioned this to me, and all the conditions have been met. Considering the last condition involving comparison, can I understand that you can actually plunder my eyes directly?"

"Strictly speaking, that's the case," Tang Xueji said calmly, "but you can rest assured that you're a guest. I wouldn't do this to a guest. This isn't the Tang family's way of treating guests. So, I'll only trade with you."

Deal?

Della felt that both she and Tang Xueji were too indifferent to the matter of light, but this was also a good thing. Although it revealed that she was not opposed to changing her eyes, it also showed that Tang Xueji's attitude was true.

"Won't you explain it to me more?" Della looked at Tang Xueji's evil-looking eye. "Those three conditions, especially the third one."

"After I explain, you will definitely exchange eyes with me." Tang Xueji said firmly.

"..." Della narrowed her eyes. She observed Tang Xueji's expression, wondering whether this sentence came from the future or was just speculation. "I'm all ears."

"We have an old saying here, 'God is watching what you do,'" Tang Xueji said slowly. "There's some truth to that, because whatever a person does, it will leave a mark on their soul."

"Murder is something that leaves a mark," Tang Xueji lowered his eyes, and the staggered gaze gave Della time to sort out her emotions. "You have one more mark than me, the mark of a meaningless murder, so my soul is purer than yours."

Oh, Quirrell.

Della raised her eyelids, and when she thought of the name and the moment when Maggie had completely tarnished her life, she became calmer than she had expected.

Perhaps under that heart-wrenching moonlight, some emotions were vomited out along with the filth.

Besides, no emotion could emerge from the endless despair brought about by Maggie's control over her life.

She tilted her head towards Tang Xueji, not intending to explain herself at all. She knew it was pointless and had finally let go of the matter. She just asked curiously, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Actually, there have been many, and most of them were simply strangled souls," Tang Xueji said calmly, "but I've never killed anyone out of selfish desire or threats."

Della could tell that this was the truth, because she had killed only Qi Luo with her own hands, leaving Tang Xueji with very little room for error. She believed that Tang Xueji's current ease came from a clear conscience.

"What do you want to trade with me?" Della asked her with admiration.

"Clues about the future," Tang Xueji curled the corners of his lips. "Destiny is fixed, but the future is dynamic. But this fixedness and dynamicity are not contradictory. Sometimes the sky will take a nap, and no matter how delayed, destiny will always arrive."

"You are a variable, a variable that brings about many other variables," Tang Xueji said to Della. "You are moving, but you can also grasp fixed things and make them move with you."

"Since the delayed fate will eventually come," Della grasped the core of Tang Xueji's words, "then what is the meaning of my movement and determination?"

"Yes, just like your body, whether you treat it or not, it will always function. It's just a choice." Tang Xueji smiled. "Does this choice mean nothing? I don't know the answer, but you can think about it again, Della."

"A delayed fate," Della chewed on the words, hearing the unspoken meaning. Delaying death is equivalent to saving lives, which is actually a very powerful persuasive argument, but Tang Xueji didn't mention it directly. "You seem to avoid helping people make choices, Xueji."

Tang Xueji nodded, acknowledging Della's judgment, "Everyone has their own destiny, and I don't want this destiny to be related to me."

"I see," Della said calmly, not feeling particularly bad about the two eyes that were both related to Maggie. "Just replace one, right? Replace your bad one? How do you replace it?"

"This eye isn't broken. In fact, it's my extraordinary one," Tang Xueji explained, then pointed to Qingche's eye. "I'll trade this one with you. It's a normal one with good vision. It won't affect your vision."

"Which of my eyes is extraordinary?" Della tilted her head and suddenly noticed this problem. After her eye appeared, it lost its hypnotic ability.

"The black one." Tang Xueji said.

Ah, as expected, her eyes can see a lot of things.

Della thought so after confirming that she had never shown her blue eyes here. She blinked and realized that after this deal was completed, she would be able to escape the hypnotic ability of the alien and perhaps also escape the tragic fate of Clint Graydon.

"The ordinary and the extraordinary will cause an imbalance." Even though she felt relieved, Della continued to confirm, "Then why am I not unbalanced when you think I only have one extraordinary eye? Will this delicate balance be disrupted after the eye transplant?"

"You are not a mortal body." Tang Xueji pointed out the key point.

"..." Della thought for a moment, then suddenly curled the corners of her lips, not knowing whether she was laughing at fate or at herself. She nodded, "Then do it. I don't need that kind of extraordinary talent anyway."

"Oh, right," Della agreed, then thought about the second condition, "Who brought these eyes of mine to you?"

The corners of Tang Xueji's lips curled up, and she asked softly, "Who do you think it is?"

"It shouldn't be Zhou. He doesn't like troublemakers like me," Della was very self-aware of this. "And if he doesn't want to get involved in trouble, he probably wouldn't tell Belinda about it."

"So who do you think it is?" Tang Xueji asked again.

Della felt that the rare smile in Tang Xueji's eyes was a little creepy, but she did have the answer in her heart.