HP: Hogwarts Snake

"what!"

"Who! Who is it!?"

"It's them! It must be Harry Potter!"

"Quick! Grab him! Call the master over!"

"Fool! Make sure you're sure before you bark! Don't disappoint your master!"

Hermione must have used some prop to amplify the spell's effect; the fog grew thicker and thicker, with various colored lights flashing within the white mist. After briefly thinning the fog, new light white light quickly filled in.

The Death Eaters' spells were effective, and while the trio's spell to create the mist wasn't particularly strong, its sheer quantity and density created this seemingly uncontrollable situation.

Della assessed the situation and concluded that a powerful enough spell could dispel the fog; both she and Maggie could do it, but it wasn't necessary.

Even though it was unnecessary, Della still stood up. Unlike Maggie, who hadn't even brought her wand with her today because of her Muggle engagement, Della still had her wand on her person, and Voldemort was still waiting to catch her red-handed.

Ugh, now that I think about it, I can understand why Maggie and Sheena got engaged. That way, she can slack off and do nothing right under Voldemort's nose.

"Retreat immediately." Della casually flicked the spell, cutting out a beautiful large triangle, and the mist within the triangle instantly cleared away.

The Death Eaters, suddenly regaining their sight, looked at each other in disbelief. Before they could even process what was happening, someone shouted, "It's the red-haired kid next to Harry Potter!"

As he shouted this, Ron, who had just smashed the glass at someone, rolled and darted into the edge of the wisps of steaming mist beside him, disappearing into the mist. A group of Death Eaters hurriedly followed.

Keep up? What's the use of keeping up? We're still just groping in the dark.

Della grew increasingly impatient with the group and believed that Voldemort had to take some responsibility for the Death Eaters' declining quality and loss of reason. After all, he had brought back so many half-mad old subordinates, and his daily use of killing and intimidation had made many of them increasingly timid and hesitant.

While it may be easier to win if the enemy is a little foolish, it is a disgrace to be entangled with an enemy of low quality.

So hurry up and die, Voldemort.

Della waved her wand, cutting out several triangles in succession. Ron appeared three times, and Hermione screamed once. Della carried out her actions in this half-hearted way, helping the Death Eaters on the surface while also buying time for the trio.

As more and more triangles were created, more Death Eaters joined the hunt, and the situation became increasingly chaotic. Finally, in Della's next triangle, Harry appeared.

He carried the unconscious Sadolin and rushed swiftly into the fog surrounding the bunker.

Compared to Sadolin, Della realized that Harry, the boy who used to sit next to her on the train and was the same height as her, had grown very tall.

Harry's responsibilities have become even heavier.

Della was momentarily stunned, her wrist joint briefly jammed, but the Death Eaters' excited shouts upon seeing Harry Potter acted as a kind of lubricant on her wrist, and she continued cutting the triangles.

Amidst the chaos, only triangles remain as clues. This series of transparent triangles is getting closer and closer to the fence. Once outside the fence, the ability to teleport can be used.

Riddle Manor employs a system similar to Hogwarts, prohibiting the use of Apparition. Only Maggie, Della, and Voldemort are allowed to use it within the manor, so the trio must run outside the fence to escape quickly.

Looking at it this way, Sheena is quite ruthless, making others take such risks for her.

However, negotiations are a back-and-forth affair, and taking risks is to be expected, since the other party also bears the risk.

Della, with a distinctly Slytherin perspective, observed the process of cutting off the triangle faster and faster, but always one step behind the trio. They were getting closer and closer to the fence that symbolized freedom—

"You better not be lying to me."

The voice of Voldemort, who had just left, rang out again, and almost instantly, the mist in the arena dissipated.

The fog dissipated too quickly, with the wind chasing after it, stirring up a sea of ​​flowers that swayed and ruffled Della's hair, forcing the trio to lunge forward.

So close, so close—

They were bounced away; Voldemort's spell reached the fence before they did.

“Very, very courageous, Harry Potter.”

Voldemort's arrogant voice rang out, brimming with unprecedented satisfaction, "After paying so much with your lives, you finally come to duel me to end all that has been lost?"

She really hits home when she's talking to Harry; I wish she could have done that when she was humiliating Maggie.

Della mentally complained, while also feeling anxious for Harry's situation, and quickly racked her brains for a way to break the deadlock among the three of them.

Before Della could figure it out, Voldemort's black smoke shot up beside her. Under the watchful eyes of the trio, who were on high alert, she turned her head to look at Voldemort's outstretched hand.

“Give me your wand, Della, your father needs it for a duel.”

Della twisted the elbow of the hand holding the wand inward, a gesture that hinted at her resistance, but her slightly parted lips failed to utter words of refusal immediately.

Voldemort seized this opportunity to make a demand that was impossible to refuse, and made it appear as if he were merely borrowing it.

As for whether to return it after use, that's a problem for later.

Della looked up and calmly met Voldemort's eyes, which were faintly glowing red, for a moment before slowly handing him the golden nanmu wand she had carefully prepared.

“It’s my honor, Father,” Della said coldly, her palm empty.

A golden light flashed.

Almost the instant the wand reached Voldemort's hand, a golden light flashed.

The radiant golden light, which had been suppressed by Della and possessed a refined beauty, was finally revealed without reservation.