The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 619 The Lonely One

"Pat-pat-pat"

In the forests of southern Germany, a silver-haired figure kneels blankly outside a detached wooden cabin. Her blue eyes look down at the large tree in front of her and the slightly mottled tombstone beneath it.

The splashing sound was the sound of water falling from the rag in her hand. She pursed her lips, then picked up the rag and wiped the tombstone in front of her.

After wiping the tombstone clean, Loila stayed there for a while, gazing at the big tree as if deep in thought. After a few seconds, she pursed her lips and walked back to the porch of the wooden house, taking a deep breath as she looked at the cornflowers filling the yard.

Several days have passed since the incident at the Ministry of Magic, and many extraordinary things seem to have happened in the wizarding world during this time—but Roy has not paid any attention to them.

The reason is quite simple.

Naturally, I wasn't in the mood.

Almost instantly, Loila lost her friends and Hogwarts—not only that, but no one has contacted her in the past few days.

Even his letters to Miss Hilo went unanswered.

She seemed to have been forgotten for a moment —

It has to be said that Loila hadn't had such a peaceful few days in a long time. There were no student troubles, no bickering with Miss Nagini, and no playing with Luna—it seemed like she was all alone, sitting on the porch watching the blooming cornflowers.

Should I do something about it?

Loila had certainly considered it—for example, apologizing—but ultimately, Dumbledore wasn't allowing her to return to Hogwarts—and if her return caused more trouble…

How about we write a letter?

But Roy didn't know how to talk to Miss Nagini, since Miss Nagini's best friend seemed to have died because of the UMNO party.

Even though her own friend died, she was still thinking about revenge—how could Loila possibly persuade Miss Nagini to give up these things? And what face did she have to stand in front of Miss Nagini and say, "I'm sorry, Miss Nagini—but I can't leave the UMNO party under any circumstances—"

Loila felt she wasn't qualified—hmm—it felt like she was back in the past, with no one she knew and no one she could talk to.

Why can't I adapt to this situation now, even though I've lived like this for so many years?

Loila pursed her lips and sighed silently—then she casually took out the half-finished light switch she had been working on and continued her work.

Since we're bored, let's make a magic circle—although continuing the connection work of the central magic circle within Hogwarts is no longer possible, the task of creating a magic circle tool to locate Horcruxes using the Deluminators can still be carried out—

But after engraving the magic circle a few times, Loila wondered if she was a fool.

He had only created the Horcruxes to gain Dumbledore's trust—and now his mission had undoubtedly failed.

I'm still here—what's with all this focus?!

Loila gritted her teeth and stared at the magic array prop in front of her, resisting the urge to throw it on the ground—but even so, she was in no mood to do such a thing now.

After all, what benefit would there be in helping Dumbledore fight Voldemort?

Even if Voldemort controlled the British wizarding world, so what?

"Hmm—if that's the case, it seems quite a few people would be in danger—Mr. Lupin, Hagrid, Luna—my own students, and perhaps Miss Nagini—they would all be in danger."

Royla felt she had indeed been a fool. It seemed that dealing with Voldemort hadn't been because of Dumbledore a long time ago, but rather because she had no choice but to do it for her friends.

But are they still my friends?

After all, no one wrote to me, and no one communicated with me—even though I hadn't been back to Hogwarts for a long time!

Even Luna hasn't communicated with him even once through the communication wristband.

Loila pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

I shouldn't think about these things anymore—I should just relax—that's right, put Hogwarts, magic circles, Voldemort, and all that aside.

I should relax now.

Thinking this, Roy slowly took out a Wizard's Chess set and placed it on the table.

Speaking of which, this wizard chess set was a gift from Dumbledore—Loira looked at the set, pursed her lips, and then gently waved her wand to make her first move.

"Clatter".

The Wizard Chess game automatically made its first move.

'

Loila waved her wand and took her second step.

It has to be said that Wizard Chess is a very interesting game, and it's also a great way to pass the time. At least, time flew by when Loila was engrossed in it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was already afternoon. A few rays of sunlight shone through the porch onto Loila, giving her long silver hair a faint sheen.

However, there is another problem with this game: Loila is really bad at Wizard Chess—she loses almost every game.

Looking at the chessboard before her, which had once again been utterly destroyed, Loila resisted the urge to slap the entire board over, and instead took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair.

It's only been five days, and it's already like this?

Should I go find Miss Najib?

If all else fails, just kneel down and beg Miss Nagini for forgiveness—if she insists on biting you or something, then you'll just have to accept it, right?

This torment caused Loila unprecedented pain.

"Pat-pat-pat".

Just then, an owl suddenly flew over and landed on the railing in front of Loila, much to Loila's surprise and delight.

This is—who wrote this letter to me?!

Loila's pointed ears immediately perked up from their drooping state, and then she eagerly reached out and picked up the letter from under the owl's feet.

Could it be Luna's?

Or is it Miss Shiloh's?

Or perhaps it's Mr. Lupin's?

It's even possible—it could be Miss Nagini's?

But no matter whose it was, receiving the letter was enough to make Loila happy! Even if it was some kind of wizard financial product, Loila decided to buy one.

However, the letter that was delivered here was certainly not some wizard financial product, but rather a somewhat unfamiliar handwriting.

"To Miss Loila Hamilton — Please proceed to the Rozier family estate immediately upon receiving this letter. The situation is extremely urgent! — Your friend, Shilo Rozier."

It was a letter from Miss Hilo, but the handwriting and the salutation were unfamiliar—but none of that mattered. Loila blinked happily and quickly picked up her wand.