The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 618 The Silent Witch and the Secret

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An awkward silence fell over the Ministry of Magic, not only between Royla and Dumbledore, but also between Nagini, who was also looking at Royla. She couldn't help but shout, "This is all Voldemort's nonsense, isn't it, Royla?"

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She looked at Loila with excitement, as if hoping for a rebuttal, even just a denial, to put her mind at ease.

But Royla couldn't say anything at that moment, because Voldemort was telling the truth—she was indeed a member of the Vicious Party, and indeed one of Lord Grindelwald's men—

Seeing Loira's expression, Nagini seemed to understand something, pursing her lips. She slowly walked up to Loira, and seeing the bewildered Loira, she instinctively raised her hand.

But seeing Loila close her eyes in fear and her ears tremble slightly, Nagini ultimately didn't swing the weapon down—she just held it up, and then finally put it down in vain.

Her gaze towards Loila was incredibly complex, and ultimately, it turned into two tears, and into a question.

"So you've been lying to me all along, haven't you?"

"Pat-pat-pat".

Without waiting for Loila's reply, Nagini walked away without saying another word.

As she herself once said, she could maintain a temporary peace between Loila and Shiloh of the Malay Party for the sake of Loila, but she could not accept that she had been deceived by Loila all along.

Roy didn't know how to answer, how to answer Miss Nagini—because it was indeed the truth, she had deceived Miss Nagini—and what made Roy feel most ashamed was that, in the instant Voldemort exposed her, she was actually most afraid of Dumbledore.

Instead of hurting Miss Nagini herself —

How can someone like me be worthy of being someone else's friend?

Loila kept her eyes closed and head down. She had even just hoped that Miss Nagini would slap her; at least that would make her feel a little better.

Dumbledore remained silent, watching everything unfold before him. He watched Nagini leave and Royla sob silently. He said nothing, but his expression was somewhat complicated.

"Miss Hamilton—"

After a long while, he slowly spoke, and this call made Loila tremble.

"Dumbledore—Dumbledore—" Loila slightly raised her head, a hint of fear in her eyes—she was afraid that Dumbledore would say something, just like Miss Nagini—

No—I'm not afraid—we are enemies, after all—why should I be afraid of Dumbledore's words?

As Royla struggled to convince herself, Dumbledore slowly said, "After everything you've been through, you must be very tired, right?"

"Ah—I—"

"Miss Hamilton, as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I hereby grant you a year's leave," Dumbledore said slowly. Although his voice remained unchanged, Loira could still sense the distance in his words.

"Dumbledore?!" Loila called out his name instinctively, but didn't know how to say it.

Did I want his forgiveness? But I truly belonged to Lord Grindelwald, and I would never—and would never—betray Lord Grindelwald—

It's supposed to be my favorite vacation, so why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Loila felt a little breathless for a moment—if she couldn't go to Hogwarts—where should she go next?

Go home?

But I was all alone there.

Loira had never imagined that Hogwarts held such a significant place in her heart, especially since it was her least favorite job, something she always found troublesome—even though Mr. Potter was always causing her trouble, and Miss Granger always—always had endless questions—

Hagrid always talks nonsense and doesn't keep his mouth shut—Dumbledore is always annoying—he assigns me random tasks—

But without Gewartz—it seems like I'm really all alone now.

"What's going on, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Just then, Lupin's voice rang out. As the first member of the Order of the Phoenix to arrive, he looked at the two people in front of him with some confusion, and said, "Where's Voldemort?"

"Voldemort has escaped," Dumbledore said calmly. "We have won this time."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Lupin pursed his lips, looking at Loila's dejected appearance. "Loila—"

What are you doing?

"Remus—could you please check on the damage to the Ministry of Magic, and also Fudge's condition?"

"But—" Lupin looked at Loila, wanting to say something.

But Dumbledore continued, "Could you do me a favor, Remus?"

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Lupin was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Loila, seemingly hoping she would say something, but Loila remained unusually silent, or rather, she wished Mr. Lupin would leave at this moment.

What if—what if Mr. Lupin also finds out he's a member of the UMNO party—and ends up like Miss Nagini?

"So—so please leave quickly, Mr. Lupin—please leave—" Loila's almost murmured voice reached Lupin's ears. He opened and closed his mouth, but in the end, he could only sigh silently.

He looked at Loila with some confusion, seemingly not understanding what she meant.

But trusting Loila, he still walked away.

With Lupin gone, only Dumbledore and Royla remained in the Ministry of Magic's plaza.

"Miss Hamilton—the rest begins now," Dumbledore continued. "I'll have Bibi deliver your things to your house."

"There's no need for you to go back to Hogwarts again."

"————" Loila raised her head slightly upon hearing this, biting her lip as she looked at Dumbledore.

She suddenly wanted to plead with Dumbledore, to beg him not to do this—but after seeing the look in Dumbledore's eyes, Royla realized that no matter what she said, it seemed to be no use.

Dumbledore's gaze was unfamiliar, devoid of its former composure or gentleness; it was icy cold and utterly foreign.

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"Pat-pat-pat" Roy dragged her feet, taking one deep step and one shallow step, and it wasn't until after she had taken several steps that she seemed to remember something and raised her wand and flicked it lightly.

As he watched her disappear from the spot, Dumbledore's cold gaze slowly faded, replaced by a hint of helplessness. He shook his head helplessly, then looked at the Ministry of Magic in ruins, and slowly plopped down on the steps.

"Miss Hamilton, this is something I have to do." It was a rare and uncommon occurrence for Dumbledore to murmur his innermost thoughts, his wrinkled face appearing even older.

(End of this volume)

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