HP: Hogwarts Snake

Christmas is a holiday for family gatherings, but Voldemort never valued this holiday. He didn't care about trivial emotions or the blessings and compliments from his subordinates.

Generally speaking, he won't hold a party specifically for Christmas. It's not out of consideration for his subordinates, but because it's unnecessary. He won't care if it's a special day for you when he needs you to come.

But today, Voldemort only held the party under the guise of Christmas.

After the unpleasant reunion, Della sat quietly in the banquet hall, coldly ignoring Maggie's presence while patiently waiting for the unknown drama to unfold.

"Don't you want to talk to me, Della?" Maggie sat next to Della, speaking in a pleading tone as if her whole being had shattered.

His face was handsome enough, and the light in his dark eyes shimmered with a melancholy that softened the hearts of those who saw him.

Della glanced at him briefly, then silently looked away, too lazy to listen to his sweet talk.

“It’s okay, I’m already very content to see you again,” Maggie said without getting annoyed, continuing to talk to herself, trying to find a topic that Della was interested in through exhaustive search, “A lot has happened this year, and I always think about how things would have been if you were by my side.”

“Hogwarts just lost an acting headmaster from the Ministry of Magic. That’s quite something. There aren’t many Defense Against the Dark Arts professors who could briefly force Dumbledore to leave,” Maggie said sarcastically, noticing that even the name Dumbledore didn’t make Della’s eyebrows twitch.

“Sirius Black also made a name for himself,” he changed the subject, continuing in a sarcastic tone, “by hijacking Azkaban on a flying beast.”

"You did this job, didn't you?" Della glanced at him and finally spoke.

"You've looked into it?" Maggie smiled, realizing that Della had also been paying attention to him. "You could tell at a glance that it's something I would do, and something you would do, right?"

“Don’t drag me into this,” Della’s attitude remained unwavering. “I’m not the kind of person who would display human bodies in the living room.”

Hearing Della's words, Maggie only felt the joy of being noticed by Della and didn't intend to explain much.

To put it bluntly, Della knows exactly what kind of person he is, but now that the filter of affection has been shattered, many things have started to be blown out of proportion.

“Aren’t you satisfied with this?” Maggie still smiled, and he readily agreed, “The property is in your name, so you can do whatever you want with it when you get back.”

"You can do whatever you want with anything?" Della looked at him with a half-smile. "Including the people living inside?"

“Of course,” Maggie nodded.

"Then you should move out sometime," Della said coldly, then looked away from Maggie.

“How heartless,” Maggie sighed, “Della.”

“You deserve it,” Della said, then inquired about the day’s events. “What was the purpose of today’s gathering?”

“Frankly, you’ve ruined my plans,” Maggie shrugged. “I was planning to give ‘our father’ a gift today, but now nothing can compare to his ‘daughter who has seen the light’.”

Maggie emphasized certain phrases, hitting all the right spots for Della. Della frowned, but also extracted the information Maggie was implying from those words.

Maggie's current situation is consistent with her outward appearance and inner reality.

Rumors say he was Voldemort's subservient son, and indeed, he was excluded from Voldemort's inner circle, failing to achieve the ideal "collaborator" status he had envisioned.

Indeed, Voldemort is so arrogant, why would he need another version of himself to prove 'I don't need you'?

“A respectful son and a daughter who has repented, our father should be satisfied now,” Della chuckled coldly, then followed up on Maggie’s words, “So, what grand gift have you prepared for Father? Will it amaze me as well?”

“Actually, it’s also related to you,” Maggie said, placing his hands on his knees and twirling his two thumbs together. He then nodded slightly, gesturing for Della to look down the right corridor. “When I brought Lucius Malfoy out of prison last time, I also brought out another person from Azkaban whose reputation was gradually rising.”

Savia Nanni.

Looking at the thin figure being dragged out, Della raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, because she felt that the person who had cursed her was more likely to be killed by Maggie. However, the phrase "reputation gradually increases" made her understand in the next second.

Saviar's framing of others is a crime, but she mostly framed Death Eaters like Dag Rozier who failed to receive fair punishment. Although her extreme approach to targeting a minor like her lost some support from the younger generation, that lost support will return like a tidal wave with Voldemort's return.

At this point, killing her would be an easy, albeit not particularly satisfying, option for Maggie, but death would allow Saviya to directly achieve physical sanctification, or even become a totem of rebellion.

The opposing side of Saviour is quite specific: the powerful Death Eaters. There are already many people who dislike them, so having such a totem would indeed have an impact on public opinion and morale.

And the best way to kill this totem...?

Della squinted slightly as Maggie's voice rang in her ears.

“She has also drunk 15 bottles of truth serum in the past few days.”

Saviar knelt before Voldemort and devoutly kissed his robes.

An overdose of truth serum can shake the soul, thus planting a seed of suggestion. This was the trick Saviya had once used on Della. Maggie used the same method and the same dosage to turn Saviya into a dog wagging its tail in front of her greatest enemy.

“I plan to clear her name. She will continue in her former position and do her former job,” Maggie said, watching Voldemort’s wand slowly approach Saviour’s neck and mercilessly plant the Death Eater mark. Amid Saviour’s painful screams, the corners of her lips curled up even more. “However, I’m afraid she’ll have to change the target of her scheme.”

How to change it?

It's easy to guess that Saviour is going to become an assistant to the Death Eaters in convicting the 'pure-blood scum'.

Thus, the totem was tainted with black, and the meaning of life was distorted. At this moment, Savia Nanni died completely.

Della found it disgusting, but she had to admit that it was a brilliant move.