The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Dumbledore's memories...

At night, Loila tossed and turned in bed.

Although Miss Lovegood has put forward a very good idea, but... would Dumbledore be willing to accept it?

Memories are very private things, although I'm not curious at all about how Dumbledore defeated Lord Grindelwald, well, not at all.

I'm really not curious!

But... Dumbledore might not think that way. He harbors countless dark secrets, perhaps even memories from his classes that are too embarrassing to share.

And how should I tell Dumbledore?

Royla hadn't forgotten her relationship with Dumbledore; he was her enemy! A guy destined to be defeated by her for a greater good.

How could I possibly ask him for help again... even though I seem to have asked him for help countless times...

However, as a member of the UMNO party, Royla believed she had to have backbone! That's right! Backbone!

Her pointed ears twitched.

But... the thought of her promise to Professor McGonagall, and the Durmstrang Method, which seemed unsuitable for young wizards at Hogwarts, troubled Loila.

"Maybe..." She pursed her lips and looked at the diary on the table.

"Mr. Riddle, can you do me a favor?" she wrote at the top. "I want your memories."

"No." Riddle rejected Loila almost immediately: "My memories are all in the book. If you were to extract them..."

"I will disappear."

I see… Seeing Riddle's refusal, Loila wasn't too surprised… She just suddenly remembered that Mr. Riddle, as a student of Hogwarts, should also have memories of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It seems I'll have to ask—no, I mean, make use of Dumbledore.

Just then, Loila, who had just put away her quill, suddenly remembered something and quickly wrote in her diary: "Mr. Riddle, the secret room you mentioned before..."

I've been so focused on attending classes these past few days that I almost forgot about the important matter at hand!

The secret chamber with the secret runes that Mr. Riddle promised.

"..." Riddle remained silent for a long time before replying, "Don't worry, I'll take you there."

"But not now," he wrote in his ornate handwriting. "I want to relive my time at Hogwarts."

Mr. Riddle is such a strange man... can he really reminisce about the past while lying in his office?

And he doesn’t seem to want to see Dumbledore... That’s normal, no one would want to see Dumbledore, right?

What? You're saying I'm going to see Dumbledore later?

Ah...that's...that's...that's for a greater good.

Soon, Loila arrived at the door of the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts. Looking at the griffin statue in front of her, Loila pursed her lips and said softly, "Iced lemonade."

This simple magic array couldn't fool her.

As the staircase slowly appeared before her, Loila pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

That's right, he came to gain Dumbledore's trust and let him know how much he cared about Hogwarts' education... asking him for help was just to use him!

He was nothing more than a tool... Yes, a tool.

After convincing herself once again, Loila felt much more relaxed.

Hmph... she's nothing more than a tool I'm using...

"Miss Hamilton?"

"Ah!" Hearing the sound behind her, Loila instinctively screamed and then reflexively shrank behind the griffin statue.

"Dumbledore...Dumbledore!"

"Good evening, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore smiled at the flustered girl before him. "Is there something you need from me?"

"Ah...right..." Loila looked at Dumbledore awkwardly, never expecting that Dumbledore wasn't in the headmaster's office.

He never expected to run into Dumbledore, who had returned, at the entrance to the principal's office.

"I...I didn't come to steal...steal anything..." Loila felt she needed to explain, but her stammering made her look just like a thief!

"Of course." Dumbledore seemed completely unfazed, and asked with a light laugh, "I suppose it's something else, isn't it?"

He walked up to Loila, and his tall figure alone cast his shadow into darkness over her.

"Ah...it's about...about class..." Loila said, poking with her two index fingers together. "I want to borrow your...memories."

"My memories?" Dumbledore paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his blue eyes, just like Loyra's.

"Hmm...hmm!" Loila took a deep breath and said, "Professor McGonagall spoke with me...she felt that Durmstrang's curriculum wasn't quite right...it was more suitable for Hogwarts students."

"So you've decided to adopt Hogwarts' curriculum?"

"right……"

"And I've heard... you... you're Hogwarts's... most... excellent... Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Loila said, her eyes slightly darting to the tips of her boots. Saying good things about Dumbledore made her feel more ashamed than she had imagined.

"Hahahaha." Her words made Dumbledore laugh. He shook his head and said, "Miss Hamilton, I just happened to have taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for a few years."

"And that was a long time ago," Dumbledore paused and said, "I probably don't even remember it anymore."

This dismissive reply made Loira look up anxiously, but she really didn't know how to plead with Dumbledore... her clumsy mouth was bound to say something stupid!

Loila has a fairly deep understanding of herself.

Seeing Loyra's hesitant expression, Dumbledore smiled again.

“Of course, Miss Hamilton,” he said suddenly. “If you really need it… I might be able to recall a lesson.”

"Is this enough?"

Not enough... definitely not enough... Royla hoped that Dumbledore could hand over all his memories of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes he had ever taken in his life, and also memories of Lord Grindelwald's location and the wicked schemes he had used.

But... something is better than nothing, right?

Moreover, after Miss Lovegood's words, Loyla actually had many thoughts... Besides Dumbledore, there are many other professors at Hogwarts... They may not have been Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, but they must have taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, right?

For example, Professor McGonagall... she should support her own ideas, right?

And Hagrid... He's a bit scary, but he's also a gentle person, and he can definitely help me too.

Oh, and Snape too...

Forget about it... He'll kill me, he definitely will!

Perhaps Mr. Lockhart could also...

"Miss Hamilton?"

"Ah! Sorry... I... I was daydreaming again." Dumbledore's call pulled Loira back from her thoughts.

"Shall we begin now?" Dumbledore asked, stepping up the stairs. "It's getting late."

"The elderly should rest early."

"Ah...this is...of course." Loila said, taking out two headbands from the spatial expansion book in her arms.

One was the one she wore before, used to implant memories; the other was used by students to view memories.

Holding the two headbands carefully, she followed Dumbledore step by step into the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

It looks the same as before, except... a bird.

"Eek!" Loila shrank back as she looked at the fiery red bird perched on the shelf. "It...it's on fire!"

"That's Fawkes," Dumbledore said with a shrug. "A phoenix."

Ah... so it's a phoenix? Loila's knowledge of magical creatures mainly comes from Newt's book "Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach," but even so, she didn't read it very carefully.

She had never even seen a phoenix before... Loila looked at the phoenix with a bit of embarrassment, but the burning flames made her subconsciously a little worried.

Doesn't it hurt if your body is on fire?