The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 540 A Few Things About Ravenclaw

What should we do now?

Sitting in her office, Loila looked at the rather hastily drawn parchment in front of her with a worried expression.

It was virtually impossible for him to break the spell. Although the spell itself was simple—using magic to prevent external objects from touching the magic circle—the magic of the House of Requirement was far beyond his control.

So it's very difficult to find a shortcut now—the only remaining method is to complete the test.

But completing the test seems very difficult—at least for Roy right now.

We don't know where Voldemort is, or what he took—the only clue is that the thing is very important—so important that it wouldn't be missing from this memory?

But no matter what, although it's difficult, she can't give up—after all, she's the woman who's going to control Hogwarts! And she even boasted to Slytherin about conquering the entire wizarding world.

I can't just give up like this!

Having determined her goal, Loila nodded seriously.

If that's the case, then the key is to first find out what the lost item is, right?

But where should we begin this investigation?

Since even Ravenclaw doesn't know, asking about the portrait or anything like that is probably pointless.

Why don't we ask Dumbledore?

But—Roy didn't want to reveal too much information to him. After all, he ultimately intended to use the test to set up a magic circle to control the entire Hogwarts, and Dumbledore certainly wouldn't agree to that if he found out.

Therefore, I can't let him know too much.

However, based on his previous conversation with Professor Snape, the thing Voldemort took should be a Horcrux—and if it is a Horcrux, it must be something quite special.

It's hard to say, after all, the last Horcrux I saw was a seemingly ordinary diary.

However, this Horcrux should have some connection with Ravenclaw, otherwise why would she be the only one to set up such a test when no one else did?

The more Loila thought about it, the clearer her mind became—she should probably go to the library to investigate. She had indeed read many books in the Hogwarts library before, but the books she read at that time were either related to magic circles or to events that had occurred in the last fifty years.

Occasionally, she would also read some of Mr. Lockhart's works—Loyala didn't know much about the four great masters or the history of Hogwarts.

Rather, she could remember these four people's names because the Hogwarts houses were named after them.

That's why I might as well read some books about Ms. Ravenclaw; I might find some useful clues in them.

Without further ado, Roy nodded seriously, then put on his robe and hat and walked out of the office.

Hogwarts during holidays is great! Not only do you not have to worry about crowded students, but you also don't have to worry about the library being too crowded.

Loila didn't encounter a single person along the way. Walking through the quiet Hogwarts had a unique charm, and she even considered whether she should Apparate there directly.

But after thinking about it, I decided against it. If someone saw me, it might cause unnecessary trouble—it's better if too many people don't know that I can Apparate freely in Hogwarts.

While Miss Hamilton was busy exploring the stolen Horcruxes, Harry, who was staying at Uncle Vernon's house, was having a much less hopeful time.

"What does this mean!"

Harry was furious as he looked at the newspaper in front of him; its contents infuriated him.

The Secret of Dumbledore: The Shadowy Old Man and His Ambition to Control the Wizarding World

The Despicable First Half of Albus Dumbledore's Life

Dumbledore's Memories: Some Disgraceful Stories

Since a few days ago, three or four issues of the Daily Prophet have carried this headline. I don't know what happened, but in just a few days, negative comments about Principal Dumbledore have come in like a tsunami.

Unlike the cautious reporting on Professor Hamilton at the time, the newspapers became much more aggressive after mentioning Principal Dumbledore.

Harry couldn't be happy at all when he saw these newspapers, and what annoyed him even more was the gloating look on Uncle Vernon's face when he saw them once.

They were making sarcastic remarks about Headmaster Dumbledore being a crazy old man, and if it weren't for the rules of the Wizarding Secrets Act, Harry felt he would have definitely wanted to attack them.

And there's been no news from Sirius for a while now. He clearly promised to pick me up and take me away from here—why hasn't he replied yet?

Fortunately, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny are still writing letters to him, so Harry isn't too lonely.

Even so, this summer vacation was the most frustrating summer vacation he had ever experienced.

"Harry?!"

Just then, that annoying noise from downstairs started again, and Uncle Vernon yelled at the top of his lungs, "Come down here right now!"

"Have you forgotten your job?"

I work?

Is my job to serve you tea and water while you eat and then eat what you leave behind?

Harry suppressed his anger and didn't want to answer, but the incessant shouting eventually forced him to open the door and go downstairs, his fists clenched.

"Harry, I'm hungry!"

Dudley sat in his chair and slammed his fist on the table: "What are you doing up there?!"

"I'm studying," Harry said irritably as he walked towards the kitchen, then picked up a knife and slammed it onto a plate.

"What are you doing, Harry!" Uncle Vernon glared at him angrily. "Don't you know how much that set of cutlery costs?"

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"Can you afford to pay for it if you break it?"

"Alright, dear—" Aunt Vernon winked and said, feigning kindness, "Harry's in a bad mood."

"His favorite old lunatic might be going to a mental hospital!"

"By the way, do all those weirdos in your area also have mental hospitals?"

Harry took a deep breath upon hearing this, then gripped his knife and fork tightly and walked to the dining table. He suppressed his urge to stab these people and placed the knives and forks on the table.

"I'm asking you a question! My mother is asking you a question!" Dudley slammed his fist on the table, frustrated at not getting the butterfly.

"Are you deaf, Harry?" Uncle Vernon asked at that moment.

"You're still just like that old madman—"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry slammed his fist on the table, gripping his wand and glaring at the three of them, saying, "That's enough!"

"Don't talk about Headmaster Dumbledore like that!"

"You—are you trying to rebel?!" Uncle Vernon was startled. He shuddered and said, "You're here eating and drinking our food—"

"That's right, you grew up living in our house, and now that you're all grown up, you want to rebel? You ungrateful wretch!"

The Vernons worked together, and for a moment Harry was portrayed as the bad guy.

This infuriated Harry. He wanted to retort, but his words were immediately cut off by the two people's incessant complaining.

"Enough, Harry! I've had enough! You're in detention!" Uncle Vernon shouted even louder when he saw Harry didn't dare to resist. "You're—"

"Bang!"

The door to the Vernon family's house was suddenly flung open, and a young man in a coat walked in.

He had elegant, slightly wavy long hair and a pair of slightly melancholic eyes.

"You three pigs—" he yelled at the Vernon family, "Didn't Headmaster Dumbledore send you money every year?"

"The money he gave you is enough to feed you a hundred tons of pig feed every year."

"Who—who are you?" Vernon stared at him and said, "This is a matter for our own family—"

"This is also a family matter." The young man raised his wand and pointed it at Vernon. "Let me introduce myself. I am Sirius Black."

"He's Harry's godfather."

"And now, I'm taking him home."