HP: Hogwarts Snake

Many people came tonight, both from home and abroad, including some of the people Maggie was responsible for contacting.

Walking on the avenue leading to Voldemort, which people on both sides had made way for him, Maggie observed every face that appeared there with her eyes wide open.

Upon seeing Edward Abate, Lydia eagerly left his side and blended into the crowd. A quick glance in the direction she went revealed Maria's tearful face.

Ah, the price of toying with women has come knocking.

Maggie's gaze returned to the front, where Sheena was kneeling helplessly on the ground, looking up at the disfigured Voldemort high above her, trembling with fear.

Even in fear, Sheena is still beautiful. In the gradually darkening and solemn Malfoy Manor, her pure and vibrant beauty makes even the strands of her hair shine brighter than others.

But here, no one will be swayed by her beauty.

Sheena Pereia is a Muggle, and the people here were initially attracted by the slogan of "pure-blood supremacy." No matter how beautiful a Muggle is, she is still just a Muggle, a lowly Muggle.

So what about Maggie, who has such close contact with Muggles?

He has violated the organization's foundation, and Voldemort is trying to use this to suppress and weaken him. Maggie's overseas influence is well-managed, and this is a good opportunity to strike a blow against it.

Besides being wary, Voldemort also felt some disdain for Riddle's depravity.

Even if he didn't want it, it was still his clone; there was no way he would fall in love with a Muggle woman.

Is the emotion that remains in the body of the snake once named Maggie really that intense?

What makes Riddle so persistent in calling himself Maggie, so attached to his former master Della, and so overly concerned with Sheena Perea, who initially cared for the little snake Maggie...

Voldemort sorted through the information he had gleaned from Sheena's mind and felt a subtle sense of unease, yet everything made sense—both his memories and reality. So he let go of that unease.

Anyway, they're just Muggles.

He looked at Sheena, who was trembling as she threw herself into Maggie's arms, and gave a cryptic laugh.

"Where is this?" Sheena turned her head to observe the people around her, then buried her face in Maggie's arms after just one glance. "Is this... a cult?"

Throughout, Sheena maintained her last shred of self-respect. She studied hard, participated in many activities to enrich her resume, and tried to express herself in her interactions with Maggie, wanting to demonstrate her individuality.

Yes, she accepted Maggie's help and fell deeply in love with her, but the more she did so, especially after that tender conversation with Maggie, the more Sheena wanted Maggie to be more "Sheena".

But today was just too terrible, far beyond Sheena's common sense and beyond her limits. She could only timidly throw herself into Maggie's arms, trying to grasp at the last bit of comfort.

A strange person broke into her house, waved a strange wooden stick at her, and she was unable to move.

Then, before she could figure out what was going on, she found herself back in this strange place, where she met the gaze of the snake-faced man.

Sheena first heard someone say, "He's not bad looking. Is it because of his face that our young master became a Casanova?" The playful tone drew laughter from many people around them.

But strangely, she recalled her past with Maggie, remembering all the memories she had painted with warm colors in a state of extreme fear and shame, thus defiling those memories.

Now, nestled in Maggie's arms, Sheena dared not even consider the possibility that he was a member of this strange group. She could only look at him pitifully, longing to go back and hold her sister to lull her to sleep.

“It’s not a cult, it’s wizards,” Maggie patted Sheena on the back, then looked up to meet Voldemort’s scrutiny and asked coldly, “Is it necessary? She’s just an outsider.”

"How could they be unrelated?" Voldemort lazily shifted to a more comfortable sitting position. "This is a Muggle you've been caring for for almost two years."

Voldemort emphasized the pronunciation of "two years," highlighting this point because two years ago was the time when Maggie first appeared, the time when he first appeared using the ostensible pretext of "pure-blood connection."

On the surface, due to personal circumstances, Della, who was the first to gather the group, did a lot of screening and eliminated most of the people who were obsessed with bloodlines. But just because those people were not obsessed with bloodlines does not mean that they were not beneficiaries of the theory of bloodlines.

They are basically purebloods, but they just happen to be consciously prioritizing their own interests.

These people are the core, but when connecting with more people later, it is inevitable that they will use vague language to win over those who believe in bloodline, thus creating a situation that is "on the surface".

Now, regardless of the core issue or the surface, whatever Voldemort says goes, as long as he holds the core power of discourse. All he has to do is put Maggie in her place and demonstrate his supreme status.

Maggie understood Voldemort's meaning and knew that if she didn't let this troublesome guy get his way today, it would never end, but she also had to find the right balance.

The problem remains: Tom Riddle won't be so easy to deal with.

“She knows nothing, and I haven’t told her anything,” Maggie said, her hand pressed against Sheena’s trembling back, not avoiding Voldemort’s gaze. “You’re right, Father. She’s a Muggle I’ve been taking care of for two years, but she’s just a Muggle. There’s no need to make such a fuss.”

Sheena was confused, but she could sense Maggie's indifferent attitude. Her heart broke a little, and she could no longer suppress the soreness in her throat; she was about to cry.

"Just?" Voldemort smirked. "If it really is just that, then why did you conceal your wizard identity and stay by her side? And so considerately, offering her all sorts of good things without her even asking, without asking for anything in return—"

Voldemort drawled out the vulgarity in his calm tone, “Even when this Muggle took off her clothes to try to repay you, you, a gentleman, helped her put them back on, patiently comforted her, and didn’t leave until she wiped away her tears. Is that what you call just a Muggle?”

This offensive remark, meant to humiliate Sheena's shamelessness and Maggie's lust-driven madness, would ideally be accompanied by two laughs: the first mocking Sheena, and the second laughing at Maggie.

But Voldemort was too terrifying. The recent failures of the seven Potters and the Red Wedding had angered Voldemort so much that he killed many of his incompetent henchmen. Everyone was terrified, afraid that they would be next, and dared not laugh at this moment.

"Ah—Waaah!"

Thankfully, before the atmosphere completely cooled down, some crying broke out.

Gillis Holt secretly pinched his already sullen half-sister, drawing everyone's attention to Maria, the 'pure-blood girl who actually lost to a Muggle'.

Gillis didn't mean to push Maria to the front to take the fall; it's just that things have progressed to this point, and Maria has become one of the main characters today.

Rather than passively waiting to die, it's better to take the initiative. A smooth ending is better for everyone, and it will save a lot of unnecessary anger.

“Did you hear that? Someone is crying for you, Maggie,” Voldemort looked at Maggie with a half-smile. “Perhaps you remember this voice? The voice you treated so harshly and cruelly abandoned? This—”

"In your heart, is the voice of a Muggle girl, the Pureblood, inferior?"

Voldemort finally made the issue clear with these words.

This time, the Death Eaters finally noticed and gasps of surprise rang out one after another.