Chapter 209: Voldemort's Daughter
"Go, be with your companions."
Dylan ultimately decided not to target the remaining Dementors of the Ministry of Magic. Although he desperately wanted to package all these Dementors into his pet world, the Ministry of Magic wasn't foolish.
If he were to do so, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar and lead to even stricter surveillance of Hogwarts from the Ministry. While he wasn't particularly bothered by Ministry surveillance, as it had nothing to do with him, it would be a sin if Sirius Black were to be re-captured before connecting with Harry.
It wouldn't matter if he had used the Avada Kedavra curse a hundred times. —Because Voldemort himself was useless.
He released the Dementors. Little A through Little G were still a bit bewildered. They... were free?? This demon had actually let them go? Unbelievable!
The seven Dementors huddled together. Although Dylan was currently invisible, they could still sense their "master's" location — and his extremely aggressive gaze. At this moment, the seven Dementors actually felt a rare, wonderful sensation.
Similar to the joy of feeding on a wizard's happy memories, but not quite the same. This wonderful feeling seemed to be... coming from the depths of their hearts?!
Little A turned its head, its hollow hood looking towards its freely floating brethren behind it. For a moment, an indescribably complex emotion surged within it.
Was this what humans called the feeling of wanting to cry tears of joy? Unfortunately, Dementors couldn't truly cry. Seeing that Dylan didn't intend to capture them and their other siblings, they instantly scattered.
Dylan watched these Dementors, who were so happy they forgot to return home, and pouted. "No, aren't you guys born from extreme negative emotions? How can you feel such positive emotions without feeding on happiness?" Shaking his head, Dylan turned to leave.
But he had barely reached the door when the only wizard stationed at this Ministry of Magic outpost, responsible for guarding, feeding, and relaying commands to the Dementors, heard the commotion from behind and immediately stood up to check the situation.
"It's not feeding time yet! Quiet down, all of you!"
Dylan ignored the situation there and instead wandered around Hogsmeade Village once more. Then, he came to the house Lockhart had purchased here — a small, dilapidated house that looked like a place specifically for taking refuge.
"Lockhart was rich and popular back then, why would he buy such a rundown house?" Dylan approached the door invisibly. However, just then, he sensed a faint magical aura within it.
Dylan immediately frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly. He subtly lifted his body off the ground, causing no friction with his footsteps. Silently, he passed through the wall of the house and entered Lockhart's property.
The room was quite empty, with almost nothing inside. Even the furniture was scarce. Thick dust had accumulated on the floor, but there were a few footprints on top.
Dylan looked down. Those footprints didn't seem to belong to a man; they appeared rather small. Dylan blinked. "A woman, a child, or a goblin?"
At Gringotts, Dylan had heard that some goblins would secretly infiltrate unoccupied houses to investigate. If there were any valuable items inside, they might be stolen by these goblins.
The Gringotts goblins would speak with deep contempt about such goblins when mentioning them to him. Could it be that the person who secretly snuck into his house now was also one of these goblins?
Dylan floated in mid-air, his form hidden, his magical aura confined within his body, trying his best not to disturb the intruder. —The reason he called them an intruder was because it was broad daylight, yet the house was so dark.
If a legitimate person had bought this house from the goblins, why wouldn't they renovate it? —Gringotts was involved in most of the country's real estate. So Dylan guessed that when Lockhart bought this house, it was also from the goblins.
Now that Lockhart's deplorable deeds were completely exposed to all wizards, and he seemed to have disappeared, it was natural for goblins to potentially come and deal with the property he left behind.
However, whether anyone would buy such a dilapidated house was another matter. —But the person who had entered now was definitely not someone who had legitimately bought the house.
The house was small, with only one partition. Outside the partition was the living room, and inside was a small bedroom. Dylan came to the bedroom door. The wooden door was ajar, and through the gap, the back of a woman was visible, directly catching Dylan's eye.
"A woman?" Dylan raised an eyebrow. The person was wearing a faded black robe with some serpentine patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs. Her silver-blue curly hair was loosely tied with a leather cord, with a few strands hanging down the sides of her face, making her complexion appear particularly pale.
She seemed to be rummaging for something, her movements quick. The bedroom had a bit more furniture, but it was just a few cabinets and a bed. The woman didn't miss a single drawer, meticulously checking every corner. Because the curtains in the room were tightly drawn, the light was unusually dim.
However, Dylan was already accustomed to seeing in the dark. As the woman rummaged, Dylan also noticed that she seemed to be wearing a silver ring on her left ring finger. The ring's surface was engraved with patterns similar to the Dark Mark.
"Death Eater?" However, the patterns on this ring were a bit smaller than a typical Death Eater's mark.
"How could it not be here? That old, rambling fool, even after disappearing, he's still so troublesome!" Dylan squinted. As she turned, the hem of her cloak flared, revealing half of a boot shaft. There were also some patterns on it, looking like a coiled snake.
Old, rambling fool? Could it be that this woman knew Lockhart and was here specifically for him? "Where did he hide the blood diamond that can affect Unicorns?!" Dylan listened to her accent — with a slight slurred ending from southern Britain, but biting down hard on certain words.
"It's not here?"
It wasn't until the woman fully turned around that Dylan saw half of her face. Hmm... In a fleeting glance, he saw very heavy eyeshadow.
"Who is this woman?" Dylan thought for a long time but couldn't identify her. She was clearly looking for something in Lockhart's house but hadn't found it. In the end, she had no choice but to prepare to leave.
After confirming that she might be a Death Eater, Dylan had no intention of letting her go.
He had already planned to capture a few Death Eaters at the Triwizard Tournament, either as test subjects or to help him manage his pet world. Anything would do. Unexpectedly, he ran into one now. Why wouldn't he capture her?
The woman's fingers had just touched the doorknob. The wooden board behind her suddenly creaked softly. Following that was a question. "What are you looking for?"
The woman was startled and spun around. But when she turned back, she saw a figure dressed in a wide black robe, with a half-lowered hood that completely obscured their face.
"Who are you?" The woman cautiously took a half-step back, her silver-blue hair sweeping across her collarbone with the movement.
Dylan's voice emerged from deep within his hood, cold as an ice-dipped blade. "Madam, it's impolite to ask a question without answering first."
The woman paused, confused. What? She looked Dylan up and down. Suddenly, she sneered. "Hidden in shadows, just like my father's old subordinates."
Huh? This time, it was Dylan's turn to be surprised. Father's old subordinates? Dylan immediately thought of one person. A kind soul who had always raised funds for him. Voldemort's daughter. —Delphi!
Dylan's eyes narrowed slightly. His lips parted, slowly uttering a few words. "Imperio!"
The Imperius Curse was always much more useful than the Legilimency spell. The moment Dylan's words fell, the woman's eyes widened in shock. The next moment, however, her eyes turned blank.
Dylan carefully sifted through her memories. And sure enough! This girl was the daughter of Voldemort and Bellatrix, who came from the Black family!
"Hmm? No, if she's Voldemort's daughter, why don't I sense Voldemort's bloodline in her?" The bloodline of pure-blood wizards was easy to recognize. To Dylan, people with pure-blood wizardry always exuded a faint "foolishness."
Not foolishness in the literal sense, just a feeling. And for Dylan, this feeling always proved accurate. Although Dylan had no actual contact with Voldemort's true blood, he had studied Horcruxes for so long that he had a general understanding of Voldemort's aura. This Delphi indeed exuded some bloodline aura from a pure-blood family — and it was quite noticeable.
But the reason Dylan believed she didn't have Voldemort's bloodline was, firstly, he didn't sense any of Voldemort's aura on her. And secondly... Voldemort wasn't a pure-blood wizard.
But! The pure-blood aura on this Delphi, that is, that foolishness, was a bit too strong, wasn't it? Perhaps not strong, but rather "pure."
"This level... this Delphi was probably born from two pure-blood wizards?" Dylan grew interested. Through the Imperius Curse, Dylan confirmed that her self-perception was —she was the daughter born to Voldemort and Bellatrix, a woman from the Black family.
However, first of all, the Black family didn't acknowledge this at all. Secondly, Dylan didn't see anything about "her father" in her memories.
"This is truly strange." Could it be that Delphi wasn't actually born from Bellatrix and Voldemort? Then why would Delphi have the idea in her mind that she was the daughter born to Voldemort and Bellatrix? Dylan didn't find the answer to this in her memories.
However, he did understand why Delphi had come to Lockhart. In fact, Lockhart had previously engaged in underground dealings with some Death Eaters. Lockhart would specifically use his public influence to help some Death Eaters evade the Ministry of Magic's pursuit and, in return, obtain more valuable items from them. And the reason Lockhart purchased this property here was because he had hidden a treasure here. And this treasure involved more things — related to Unicorns.
But Delphi herself seemed to know very little about it. Delphi only knew that Lockhart had hidden a treasure here that could affect Unicorns. It seemed to be a diamond.
A blood diamond made by a high-ranking Death Eater alchemist, refined from Unicorn hearts, Thestral hair, and the obsession of a Dark wizard. In Delphi's understanding, this diamond could interfere with, and even to some extent control, Unicorns.
Recently, the remaining Dark wizards had heard about this. However, most people didn't know the location of Lockhart's property. Delphi only learned this vague clue from Mr. Borgin in Knockturn Alley, with whom she had become familiar. To collect wealth for her belief, the Death Pilgrim—Karsus, she had searched Hogsmeade Village for a long time before finally finding this place and confirming that this house was indeed the property Lockhart had purchased.
Delphi wanted to find the blood diamond Lockhart had left behind, then capture some Unicorns alive and sell them to Mr. Borgin for money. Or even directly offer the Unicorns to the great Karsus!
(–) Hmm... Difficult. This person was working tirelessly, sacrificing sleep and meals, to gather money for him. He ran into her, and with one cast of the Imperius Curse, he controlled her. And he had originally even planned to capture her and drag her back to his own world, to be ground down like a slave... Avada Kedavra! Avada Kedavra! By Voldemort above, what a sin, what a sin!
After learning Delphi's intentions, Dylan clicked his tongue. He released her and withdrew the Imperius magic. At the same time, he used a spell that could heal the mind, soothing Delphi's mind, which had been disturbed by the Imperius Curse, minimizing the spell's effect on her.
Delphi snapped back to reality, her pupils contracting slightly. She suddenly looked up, her silver-blue hair swaying, glaring warily at Dylan.
"Don't look at me like that." Dylan's voice rang out. "Fool, don't you even recognize me?"
The moment this sentence exploded, a mark erupted from Dylan's body. Delphi was startled, about to dodge. But then she realized that the mark seemed to be... the Dark Mark?! Delphi froze, and the black mark vanished into her body.
"Since you are willing to follow in my footsteps, I shall always be able to control your location!" Hearing this, Delphi's pupils contracted violently, and her extremely dilapidated wand clattered to the ground — almost breaking.
"You, no, Your... You are..."
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