The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 620 The Rozier Family

Loila hadn't been to Rozier Manor for a while, and she wondered if it was just her imagination—but the atmosphere at the manor seemed a bit strange this time.

Loila pursed her lips, looked at the member of the Wushi Party who was leading her ahead, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly, "Um—excuse me—"

The UMNO member seemed not to hear him and continued walking forward on his own.

"Um!" Loila had to raise her voice a little when she asked, "Excuse me, where is Miss Shiro?"

"Ah—Miss Hilo's words." The member of the cult paused slightly, then glanced at Loila and said, "Miss Hilo is currently waiting for you in the conference room."

Meeting room?

Does Rozier Estate still have places like this?

Loila twitched her ears and asked again, "Then—how is Ms. Vida's health?"

When I spoke with Miss Shiloh last time, she seemed to have mentioned that Ms. Vida's health hadn't been very good lately—could this visit be related to Ms. Vida?

Loila subconsciously sensed something was amiss—

"Ms. Vida—" The UMNO member paused again, his steps faltering slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Ms. Vida's health has improved considerably recently."

"She's also waiting for you in the conference room."

Hmm—Should Miss Hilo and Ms. Vida wait together all at once? Loila suddenly felt a little awkward—and she quickened her pace.

It seems something might have happened? Or maybe they found out about Hogwarts?

It should be like this—although Roy hasn't learned about the situation at Hogwarts these past few days, it should cause quite a stir, right?

Whether it's Dumbledore's return or the chaos in the Ministry of Magic—is Lady Vida preparing to start a war?

But now doesn't seem like a good time, does it? After all, Dumbledore is still alive—but Royla feels she's insignificant and her words carry little weight, so she can probably only echo his sentiments—

They walked in silence, and soon arrived at the second floor of the manor. Standing at the doorway, the member of the Sorcerer Party coughed lightly and said, "Miss Hamilton, could you please give me your wand?"

"Huh?"

Amid Loila's slightly puzzled expression, the cultist member stated calmly, "Because Ms. Vida's body is not fully recovered—the wand will interfere with her health."

"Like this—like this?" Loila blinked and subconsciously took out her wand.

Although it was a bit strange, this was, after all, the headquarters of the UMNO party, so Royla didn't think anything would happen.

The member of the cult took the wand from Loila's hand and nodded slightly: "Ms. Vida and Miss Hilo are waiting for you inside."

Seeing his slight bow, Loila nodded and reached out to push open the door to the room.

"Um?

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To Loira's surprise, the room was completely empty, containing only a table, a chair, and a rather simple bed. Neither Miss Shiloh nor Ms. Vida were there.

"This is—" She turned her head to look at the UMNO member next to her, but unexpectedly he pushed her in directly.

"Huh?" Loila looked at him in surprise and said, "What's going on here—"

"How foolish, Miss Hamilton," the cult member sneered, then slammed the door shut with a jerk of his arm.

"Bang!"

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Seeing the door close, Roy instinctively reached out and patted it: "I'm also—I'm also a member of the Wushi Party, what are you doing?"

"I need to see Hero—Miss Hero! And Ms. Vida!"

"You won't see them anymore, Miss Hamilton," the voice of the shamanic sorceress rang out. "The shamanic party isn't led by those fussy, sentimental women anymore!"

"Huh? Huh?" Upon hearing this, Loila slowly stopped banging on the door—what on earth is going on?

I am not—

So, wasn't that letter written by Miss Shiloh? Where did Miss Shiloh go? And what about Ms. Vida?

Isn't this the headquarters of the Malay Party? I also support Lord Grindelwald—why—why are you arresting me?!

Loila stared wide-eyed and slowly knelt on the ground, completely bewildered by what had happened to the UMNO party in just a few days.

I was just expelled by Dumbledore and lost my friends because I was a member of the UMNO party—and now I've been caught by other UMNO members!

Loila looked around the room, and the only useful thing was the chair. She lifted the chair with some difficulty and then banged on the door.

The result was that nothing happened except for a "pop" sound.

It's over!

There's no way we can get out now!

Although I've been very bored these past few days, please don't try to amuse me in this way!

Loila sat helplessly on the floor, unable to think of any solution—after all, without a wand, leaving this completely enclosed room was simply a pipe dream.

And what are they trying to do—are they just going to capture me? Or are they going to hand me over to the Ministry of Magic or something—or do they have some other motive?

Loila's ears drooped down on either side of her cheeks as she sat on the ground, looking somewhat helpless.

But actually—actually, there is a way—Loila gently touched the Space Extension Book at her waist; these witch doctors hadn't taken it.

Although there's no magic wand inside, there is a basilisk inside—if all else fails, would releasing the basilisk be an option?

Loila pursed her lips, thought for a few seconds and felt it was still not very realistic—after all, she couldn't escape by relying on the basilisk. The most important thing for her was a magic wand—only with a magic wand could she fight and escape.

Loila sighed silently. She didn't know if it was because she had been sad enough in the past few days or what—she didn't feel depressed at all, just a little worried.

What happened to Miss Hilo and Ms. Vida? If they were still alive, these wizards certainly wouldn't dare to do this, right?

But—but if it's not there, where did it go?

Loila bit her lip, not daring to think about it further.

But for her now, it seems that sitting here obediently and waiting is the only option.

Yes, you can also use the space to extend the book and browse through all sorts of books that you can just throw in—like Mr. Lockhart's books.

Loila lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and closed her eyes in despair.

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