The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 630 Who exactly is the villain?

"You—what do you mean by this?!" Before Strauss could react, seven or eight spells were thrown out from all directions, instantly knocking the wizards he had brought to the ground. Then, several wizards rushed out and grabbed his head.

"Strauss Rozier," Emma said coldly, looking at him. "You betrayed the Sorcerers, you betrayed Lord Grindelwald—you opposed Miss Hamilton."

"They even disrespected Lord Grindelwald and Lady Vida." Emma spoke each word clearly, prompting Strauss to immediately retort, "Are you insane?!"

"I am the head of the German Rozier family! You are making an enemy of us!"

"Heh." Emma sneered at a wizard: "Slap him!"

"Snapped!"

Upon hearing this, the wizard slapped Strauss across the face, and then, with renewed vigor, slapped him again.

The two slaps left Strauss dizzy and seeing stars, and his previous arrogant demeanor vanished completely.

"Haven't you been back here for too long? Have you forgotten how we handle things within the Mafia?" Emma said coldly to Strauss. "Do you think we'd negotiate these terms with you like those hypocrites at the Ministry of Magic?"

"You are a member of the Basilisk Party and the Rozier family—so unconditional obedience to orders is your mission." Emma stared at him and said slowly, "But you not only dared to oppose them, you also had delusions—and even spoke rudely to Miss Hamilton."

"Do you want to die?"

As Loila stared in disbelief, Emma continued, "You actually thought your trump card was the wizard under your command?"

"Let me be blunt—you don't really think that their complete defection will cause any trouble, do you?"

"Or do you really think they're all on your side?"

Emma shook her head as she spoke: "Take him away—summon all UMNO members tomorrow at noon."

"We need to show them what happens to traitors."

"Hmm." Loila couldn't help but purse her lips and swallow.

I have to say—it's so scary!

But wow—wow, this is the right way to deal with villains?

Although it's a bit—a bit violent or something—a bit cruel or something—a bit bad or something—it's really cool!

Loila had never witnessed such a scene when she was with the Malawi Party; her only impression of them was Grindelwald's gentleness, and Lady Vida's gentleness beneath her seriousness.

Hmm—she always thought the UMNO was a very loving group.

It seems the gap is quite large now.

"What's wrong, Loila—were you scared?" Emma's voice came from behind her. She winked at Loila and said, "Was I a little too fierce just now?"

"Ah—no—nothing like that." Just moments ago, Miss Emma had been so cold and indifferent, almost killing someone, but now she was looking up at me, as if she really wanted my praise.

Loila sensed that humans are truly creatures that change very quickly.

"Mainly because he just looked down on Sister Loila—and she's a traitor." Emma said, biting her finger. "That's the only way to deal with a traitor."

"There's nothing I can do about it."

Hmm————

That sentence sounds a bit... a bit scary.

Loila twitched her ears slightly and asked, "Then—then what about the wizards and such under his command—"

"If they betray us—then just kill them." Emma uttered these terrifying words in a calm tone.

Miss Emma and Miss Shiloh are really alike — they can always say some really scary things with a nonchalant expression.

Loila thought of this without even realizing it.

"And besides that," Emma shrugged, "not all of them are good enough to betray us."

"If he thinks those people who obey him are his private army, then he's really being foolish." Emma smiled. "Aunt Vida doesn't just control the entire Masonic Party through her prestige."

"Even if someone wants to betray us, we will know—even if someone wants to rebel, we will know—" Emma said with a sunny smile, then casually picked up the coffee on the table.

"Let's have coffee, Sister Loila."

"Ah—okay—okay—" Roy obediently took the cup of coffee.

"Oh—this won't do." Emma picked up the coffee that was on the other side of the table next to Strauss's seat and poured it out casually.

"After all, there was poison in this coffee."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what exactly happened with Miss Hamilton?"

In the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, was looking at Dumbledore with a serious expression.

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"She's a pillar of strength in the fight against Voldemort—her sudden disappearance would affect the entire situation," Scrimgeour said slowly. "So what happened to her?"

"Minister Scrimgeour," Dumbledore said after a few seconds of silence, "I can only tell you—Miss Hamilton is perfectly fine."

"She is not in mortal danger—nor is she injured."

"But I can't tell you why she left Hogwarts."

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"Dumbledore's words made Scrimgeour shake his head: "Headmaster Dumbledore, you said—you would support the work of the Ministry of Magic, didn't you?"

"Now, facing Voldemort's invasion, we need all our strength."

“Miss Hamilton is not only a highly skilled wizard, she also represents the Hamilton family, and Durmstrang—” Scrimgeour said, shaking his head, “If we are to fight Voldemort…”

"We absolutely need the strength of these people."

"If we don't try to win them over, they will side with Voldemort." Scrimgeour sighed. "Many pure-blood wizards have already left the Ministry of Magic, and many wizarding families have reduced their ties with it."

"Without a doubt—many of them are siding with Voldemort." Scrimgeour looked at the unmoved Dumbledore and said, "So, Headmaster Dumbledore—please tell me what to do?"

"Minister Scrimgeour," Dumbledore said slowly, "The Hamilton family will not support Voldemort—"

You can rest assured about this.

"And—if all goes well," he said, nodding slightly, "when Miss Hamilton returns, she will bring with her a power far greater than that of the Hamilton family."

"?" Scrimgeour frowned. "So—what exactly did Miss Hamilton do—"

"Could it be that they've gone to organize an army?"

"————" Dumbledore chuckled softly upon hearing this: "Minister Scrimgeour, all you need to know is———— she will return."

"And it won't be long."

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