HP: Hogwarts Snake

Sunlight streamed through the window into the jar of frozen Sadolin, adding a touch of false warmth to her frosted face.

Tang Dong kept his peripheral vision on the woman in the jar, and his gaze lingered several times on the ruby ​​ring on Sadolin's hand, which was flashing with a cross of light.

"Do you like my art?" Maggie noticed Tang Dong's attention to Sadolin. "She deserves it. She was able to hurt me so much. Death is a reward for this achievement."

As he spoke, he carefully observed the foreign face in front of him and intuitively felt the cheerful and upright temperament of the man in front of him. The white hair with a natural luster also enhanced this temperament. Regardless of whether he knew the standards for judging the appearance of oriental faces, he knew that this man was definitely handsome.

"No, I just want to see you pay more attention to her appearance." Tang Dong curled his lips, "Mr. Riddle, what do you want to know about the prophecy?"

"You're a capable person," Maggie said, noting some of Tang Dong's hints. He also raised the corners of his lips slightly. "Please allow me to be curious for a moment. Why did Aillian bring you here? Did she offer a high enough price?"

"It's a favor. I owe her fiancé one," Tang Dong shrugged. "Before I tell you about this favor, I'd like to ask you what you think about the prophecy."

"Myths are created by low-probability events," Maggie stated bluntly. "I wonder how many prophecies are recorded every year, and how many of them actually come true? But as long as one famous one appears, the soil for the creation of a myth is established."

"So, do you really believe in the accuracy of low-probability events?" Tang Dong continued to ask.

"I don't want to believe it myself," Maggie shook her head, "just like I wouldn't choose death if faced with a prophecy predicting my death."

"Well, that's a very good idea," Tang Dong nodded. "In my opinion, the future is changing, but fate is fixed. Your prediction is the most likely future."

"You, a prophet, think the prophecy is inaccurate?" Maggie's eyes lit up with interest. "That's really interesting."

"Because I failed repeatedly with my son, I shouldn't have him, but I did," Tang Dong sighed. "When I looked at him in his cradle, I saw a future where he was haunted by a fire dragon, constantly enduring the pain of burning. But when I found the dragon that could burn him—"

Tang Dong frowned. He still couldn't understand how fate had deviated from this path. "A reckless couple entered a dragon's territory, and the dragon's breath struck their child."

"It's strange. Before I could even take action, the future changed. And now," Tang Dong paused, "the future I had when my son was born, without a wife or children, has also changed. I'm about to become a grandfather."

"Should I," said Maggie hesitantly, "doubt your business ability?"

"It's okay," Tang Dong nodded in agreement, "I have doubts too."

Maggie couldn't help but laugh. "You didn't play tricks, but it made me believe it even more, Mr. Tang."

"Let me sort this out. You owe Aidan a favor, so Aidan is the boy who took the blame for your son's bad future." He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, I feel quite guilty. It was really painful. Before I prepared the medicine for him, he was almost autistic." Tang Dong closed his eyes in pity, but at the same time felt a little relieved. It would definitely be more difficult for his son to deal with this. "I just recently helped him completely get rid of that hidden danger, so I owe him a big favor."

"How big is this favor?" Maggie asked tentatively.

"I'll tell you everything I know." Tang Dong said with a faint smile.

"So how does an ant shake a tree?" Maggie asked, borrowing Tang Dong's words just now. He was very cautious and did not intend to reveal the content of the prophecy to anyone other than Della.

"Whether one is born extraordinary or not can often be seen. Since you have experienced this kind of thing, you should be able to make an accurate judgment."

"Mr. Tang is very reserved," Maggie said after getting the answer. It had been a long time since he'd heard someone speak to him so ambiguously. "It's the same impression I got of your country from reading a book."

"And I'm proud of this," Tang Dong said, his lips curled slightly. He continued, "Ants and trees are very different. If we must connect the two, there must be many specific conditions. Mr. Riddle can focus on this."

"I see..." Maggie lowered her eyes, accepting the suggestion, but she didn't fully believe Tang Dong's words. "Also, Mr. Tang, I wonder if your prophecy includes finding people?"

"You'll see him soon," Tang Dong said, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. After all, the person Maggie was asking about was taken away by his son. "You don't have to do anything. It will be soon."

"This is the one thing I'm most anxious about," Maggie said, her tone becoming personal for the first time in the entire conversation. "I can't wait to meet her."

Tang Dong looked at Maggie's face carefully for a while, then shook his head, "Mr. Riddle, I don't recommend that you meet now."

"Why?" Maggie asked, a hint of anger rising between her brows.

"She gave you a lot, but you two shared too much." Tang Dong's eyes slid across every inch of Maggie's face. "Originally, she was forced to inherit the fate of a treacherous hero, destined to fight another treacherous hero, and you even got this."

"You can say you're actually naturally repulsive, and no matter how close your connection is, it can't change that," Tang Dong continued. "Times make heroes. There can be many heroes, but there can only be one king."

Maggie opened his eyes slightly, showing a look of surprise in front of outsiders, which was rare. He realized that Tang Dong was even more powerful in the matter of prophecy than he had imagined.

"Is there a solution?" Maggie asked in a hoarse voice with a rolling throat. He now believed Tang Dong and really hoped that he really had an answer.

"Eighty years ago, a rare pair of twin unicorns were born." Tang Dong took out a tortoise shell and a copper coin from his pocket. After examining the tortoise shell, he threw them on the table. "And what's even more amazing is that, between life and death, one bowed to the true king, while the other knelt before the false king. Moreover, the true and the false were actually evenly matched."

"Get the unicorn horn that knelt before the fake king, polish it into jewelry and wear it close to the body. It can weaken a person's treacherous fate." Tang Dong looked at the tortoise shell and copper coins for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes, his dark eyes without any emotion. "But it is also equivalent to losing the king's order. I need to remind you that you are only on par with the other party."

Yes, Voldemort is indeed superior to him and Della because of his status as the creator in alchemy.

"How do I feel about you?" Maggie said thoughtfully, her brows furrowed tighter than ever before. "You know everything..."

For the first time, he felt an all-consuming fear.

"Mr. Riddle, I should have said at the beginning that I would tell you everything I know," Tang Dong said frankly, "and I just said everything I saw. As for what my words actually mean, many times I am as confused as most of the prophets you mentioned."

Hearing this, Maggie looked Tang Dong up and down carefully again. Her brows were not much relaxed, but she also smiled politely. "No matter what, today's conversation was very helpful to me. Thank you, Mr. Tang."