HP: Hogwarts Snake

Chapter 460 Escape and Punishment

Della had been waiting for this moment for a long time—the moment Voldemort took the fake Elder Wand—but when it actually happened, she frowned.

It's reasonable, but the intensity isn't enough. This is taking, not plundering.

Only plunder can bring satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment to the plunderer, and can also minimize suspicion.

This matter still needs further processing, but right now the most important thing is Harry's situation.

Della's gaze swept over the trio before settling on Sadorine, who was leaning back in Harry's arms. She imagined the worst-case scenario: Voldemort's wand, laced with Basilisk spinal fluid, would strike Sadorine directly at her.

This would be the worst-case scenario. Although it has been proven that striking something of the same origin with a wand will cause a backlash, and it is highly likely that Voldemort's body will shatter again, that is only his body. His Horcruxes have not been completely destroyed, and Voldemort will not die.

This not only exposed their biggest trump card, but also allowed the danger to resurface in the countryside.

“Harry, why are you coming over here?” Della spoke as Voldemort moved toward Harry again. “To ruin my carefully prepared ceremony? To steal the treasures from the manor’s drawing room?”

“She’s not a treasured possession!” Harry shouted, blocked by Ron. “She was an innocent victim who needs to rest in peace!”

“Typical Gryffindor.” Voldemort scoffed as he cast the fatal curse and continued walking toward Harry.

Della, who intended to stall for time and buy Harry more chances of survival through conversation, grew impatient as Voldemort approached. Fortunately, she wasn't the only one concerned about Harry's safety.

The roar of the motorcycle suddenly filled the entire garden, followed by the tremors of the ground and terrified screams. Sirius Black sped out from the left on his motorcycle, arrogantly knocking down a large number of people.

"Sirius!" Harry shouted excitedly.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the commotion on the far left, something darted past Della's eyes. This small figure also caught Voldemort's attention; they both saw a house-elf running towards Harry and his friends.

It's Dobby.

Della recognized him, and at the same time, the information about house-elves flashed through her mind. As slaves long regarded by wizarding society, house-elves were always ignored, but their magical system, which was completely different from that of wizards, was actually quite powerful.

Maybe this is a turning point.

Della thought to herself, and with her wand "borrowed," she stood there contentedly, doing nothing but quietly watching Dobby run away amidst the commotion caused by Sirius.

Voldemort frowned, disliking the noise and chaos around him. He saw it as a challenge to his authority, and his priority was to put out Sirius Black's fire first, which would both bring peace and provide a new way to force Harry into a corner.

Even now, Voldemort still believes Harry is extremely easy to kill, but for some reason, fate favors this boy, allowing him to escape death multiple times. Since fate has arranged things this way, he must take it seriously and solemnly bring this variable in his life to a close.

It was this concern that made Voldemort instinctively point his wand at Dobby, who was near Harry and the others.

Considering the unique nature of house-elves, this was both a correct and a wrong decision.

There is only one special Harry, and there is more than one special house-elf.

In the instant that Voldemort's wand tip shifted, an older, more hunched house-elf appeared beside Harry.

It was Kreacher, the old servant of the Black family. He was full of resentment and still preferred the pursuits of all his deceased masters. But he only had one master now, so he had no choice but to follow Sirius's arrangements and hold onto the three of them.

House-elves' unique abilities came into play at that moment; Kreacher teleported away with the trio and Sadorin.

"How dare you!" Voldemort roared, and the light of his spell shot towards the group that was glowing white, but the deflection of his wand ultimately took him time, and Harry and the others escaped safely.

Amidst the Dark Lord's raging fury, Dobby, who was making a smokescreen, frantically used his teleportation ability to get to Sirius's side, intending to take him away as planned, but the same trick no longer worked on Voldemort.

The two, one big and one small, couldn't escape; they were captured and taken to the manor's main hall.

"Don't touch me!" Sirius Black, his hands bound and his face bruised, was being pushed forward. He refused to kneel as the Death Eaters threatened him, and even when facing Voldemort, he still had a touch of arrogance on his face.

"Where?! Where did Kreacher take Harry Potter?!" Bella's voice was shrill, her long nails scratching at her good cousin's neck. "Confess! You black scum!"

“Tch,” Sirius Black scoffed, unfazed. “I think only the Black family has the right to say that to me, Mrs. Lestrange.”

"Enough!" Voldemort roared, and a wave of energy rippled outwards from his voice, bending Sirius's unyielding legs and forcing him to his knees.

Bella let out a smug chuckle and looked at Voldemort with even greater admiration.

Della watched the farce unfold and slowly walked toward Voldemort. Maggie, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly appeared and stood with her not far from Voldemort.

"Where did your house-elf take Harry Potter, Black?" Voldemort interrogated Sirius, his eyes gleaming red. "You come from such a prestigious family, and your relatives are all with us. It's truly heartbreaking to see you like this. However, I'm quite willing to give you a chance..."

He adopted a combination of carrot and stick approach, and Della knew he was waiting for an opportunity to use Legilimency.

It's too late to use it now. There's an answer to 'where to take them,' but no answer to 'where did the three of them run off to?'

She felt a little relieved and stopped paying attention to Sirius's reckless provocation and Voldemort's escalating rage. She turned her head slightly and asked Maggie, "How is Sheena?"

“I was startled, but it’s okay. I’m just worried about my little sister. I’m holding Beretta and comforting her right now. The little girl was frightened by the loud noise and cried.” Maggie said in a low voice.

Della wanted to ask Sheena if she looked sad, but she felt that this question might lead to the conclusion that Sheena already knew, so she held back. However, someone was not going to let Maggie off the hook.

Voldemort, unable to pry open Sirius's mouth and mind, grew even angrier. He unleashed several Cruciatus Curses at Sirius, producing a more agonizing sound than ever before; the power of Della's wand was simply too great.

Then, anger spread, and Voldemort berated his men who had watched Harry escape with him, before suddenly glancing at Della and Maggie, who were whispering among themselves.

His gaze lingered on Della for a moment, then he squeezed the wand he had asked for before turning to Maggie. "What were you doing back then, Maggie?"

“I took my fiancée back to her room,” Maggie said calmly. “Everyone has goals, but she only has me to protect her.”

"You really are a hopeless romantic," Voldemort taunted, sending a green beam of light at Maggie without warning.

"what!"

The excruciating pain returned to Maggie, spreading throughout his body in a way more intense than ever before. He screamed, his body suddenly went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

“No matter what,” Voldemort said coldly, “you must always put your father first.”