HP: Hogwarts Snake

In order not to give anything away, Maggie had to be a little slow once she entered the room, and didn't spare a single glance for the table where the box was placed.

“I’ve thought about it for a long time, and although it was rushed, I still felt I had to come see you, Sheena,” Maggie glanced at the sleeping Beretta, deliberately lowered her voice, and sat down beside Sheena, holding her hand. “Are you scared right now?”

Sheena blushed as soon as her hand was held. Yes, they had already kissed and hadn't shied away from physical contact in their relationship, but her heart would still race with every simple touch from Maggie.

“Fear…?” Sheena murmured the word that actually suited her state. All her past worries and the unexpected events she was still hiding today surfaced. She felt that she should be afraid and should show her fear and trembling, but being with Maggie, almost all her emotions were suppressed by happiness.

Therefore, the repeated word "fear" has an upward tone, expressing a kind of happy confusion.

She didn't know when it started, but Sheena had fallen in love with Maggie.

Della frowned. She had no problem with Sheena's obsession with love, but she knew that Maggie was skillfully faking it, and she couldn't stand it.

She felt that not reporting it would be somewhat shameless of her.

However, this is a marriage, and marriage always involves practical conditions. Both parties have made their conditions and disadvantages clear. Maggie is not stingy with money, nor is she stingy with responsibility. Apart from the external threat of Voldemort, it can be considered a qualified marriage.

In short, Della's sense of responsibility and her weighing nature both came out at the same time and clashed fiercely.

“Of course I’d be scared, after all, I have such a terrifying-looking father,” Maggie said gently, not forgetting to allude to Voldemort. Della, on the other side of the hook, pursed her lips. “Everything was too rushed. We didn’t even have time to let you hold a ceremony at my property.”

industry?

That's such an old-fashioned way of putting it.

Maggie does indeed follow many of the now-faded rules of gentlemanly conduct.

Sheena pursed her lips, fully absorbed in getting to know Maggie better through the details, only sparing a small corner of her mind to think about Maggie's dissatisfaction with Voldemort.

There has only ever been dissatisfaction and dislike; not a single word of regret or expectation has ever been mentioned. It seems there's no intention to curry favor.

Keeping it from them should reduce Maggie's worries, and it might be safer that way. She overheard a few words of conversation from the guests, and they all seemed to be very afraid of Voldemort's ability to read minds through eye contact.

After the mishap on their engagement day, she and Maggie met Voldemort several times. There were some things he said that she didn't understand, but she guessed they were mocking Maggie, because small laughs would echo around them.

The sarcasm and laughter were directed only at Maggie, while other wizards, including Voldemort, ignored her—this was their way of insulting Muggles.

From another perspective, not looking directly at her also means not making eye contact, which would make her feel safe.

Sheena's thoughts wandered, seemingly drifting far away, but still centered on Maggie. Her fiancé, whom she was thinking about wholeheartedly, gripped her hand even tighter.

“It would be a lie to tell you I actually wanted to propose to you after you’ve experienced that night, Sheena,” Maggie said, belittling herself. As Sheena lowered her brows and lovingly tried to comfort him, he interrupted her by stroking her hand. “I haven’t done enough else, and there’s just not enough time. I can only ask you to marry me in my sister’s house.”

The word 'industry' implies responsibility, and Maggie values ​​a dignified kind of responsibility.

“I know you just want to hold our ceremony in the best place, darling, that’s enough,” Sheena said, touched and a little more at ease.

When facing marriage, even the most infatuated people need to lift a corner of reality to take a look. At this time, a sincere expression of responsibility and various guarantees are the best anxiety relievers.

Unfortunately, it remains to be seen whether Maggie's sincerity was mixed with love.

It's true that she has plenty of material resources, but does Sheena believe that she married for love?

Even if Della could see the slightest hint of love, her brow would not furrow deeper.

“You can understand me, Sheena, but it’s true that I haven’t done a good enough job,” Maggie said with a perfectly grateful smile. “I also thought about renovating the historic old manor, but I wasn’t allowed to.”

fraud.

After moving into Riddle Manor, all he thought about was how to stay there forever.

Della lowered her eyelids and squinted as she scrutinized Maggie, not noticing a trace of unnaturalness on his face. If there was any flaw, it wasn't entirely absent; for people like them, a perfectly simulated emotion was a flaw.

Sheena, facing the conman, opened her mouth, feeling that she should follow up with the question of 'not allowed', but she was afraid that this question would embarrass Maggie, so she remained silent for a moment.

“Perhaps in that person’s eyes, it would be better if I got married in the garbage dump of the Muggle world,” Maggie said sarcastically. “That perception makes me very uncomfortable. I’ve been adjusting for a long time, and I was about to get used to it, Sheena.”

As she spoke, Maggie suddenly looked up, her body moving closer to Sheena as her tone rose, "But the thought of you having to go through something like that makes it hard for me to bear it, but, but—I really—sigh—"

After a long sigh, her fiancé, who had just gotten close, slumped back to a safe distance. This sudden change in distance completely gripped Sheena's heart, and Maggie's next words caused her even more heartache.

"I'm so sorry to have made you marry a useless man, a man who can't even defy his father."

"No! Maggie!" Sheena could no longer hold back. She took Maggie's hand and placed it to her heart, her eyes welling with tears of love and happiness. "I have never felt wronged because of this. Your concern for me makes me look forward to our marriage even more..."

Sheena began to speak sweet words, and her feelings grew even stronger because of Maggie's rarely shown vulnerability. The distance between the two became smaller and smaller, and the temperature gradually rose.

Della turned off the snake-eye projection just before the two were about to kiss.

Ah, Maggie really did a brilliant thing, killing two birds with one stone.

He won over Sheena's feelings and then manipulated her into doing things according to his expectations.

He spoke very restrainedly, without explicitly saying anything about 'killing the mysterious man,' and even if the other four people in the house were subjected to Legilimency, his punishment would be limited.

This kind of emotional manipulation is somewhat shameless, and it also carries a poignant sense of familiarity.

Della knew she was this kind of person too, because beyond all the thoughts and scrutiny, there was another barely noticeable voice in her heart—Sheena is so easy to fool, her feelings are so easy to deceive.

Forget it, there's no point in thinking about this. I should just find a chance to deliver the things to Harry and the others.

To be honest, Harry's progress was a bit slow, but Della was able to sit still. Maggie, who was sitting on the now-cold bench, couldn't help but make some small movements.

They wouldn't let Harry and the others help take Sadorine away for nothing.