The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 632 It's Great to Be a Villain

In the early morning, the flowers and plants in the courtyard of Rozier Manor had been cleaned up, and only rows of chairs were placed there. On the high platform sat a silver-haired girl with an expressionless face.

The sun wasn't shining very well today; the weather was a bit gloomy, and you could even faintly hear thunder in the distance.

"Are you ready, Loila?" Emma, ​​standing next to Loila, asked in a low voice, looking quite serious at the moment.

"I—I'm ready," Loila stammered. Looking at the audience of shamans filled with shamans, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous—could she play the role of a good villain?

"Don't be afraid, Sister Loila." Emma blinked. "Remember what we talked about yesterday?"

"Just be a little indifferent—a little ruthless—that's all."

"Okay—okay." Loila nodded seriously, then looked down at the words she had written down in her palm.

That's right—kill them—drag them out and kill them all—leave no one alive—hmm—

Seeing that Loila seemed ready, Emma nodded and tossed her hand: "Bring the traitor up!"

At her command, seven or eight people with black hoods were brought up. They walked past the wizards, who were sitting, and the wizards all showed expressions of disgust.

"traitor!"

"traitor!"

"Damn Voldemort's henchmen!"

Members of the Hundred Days' Party deeply abhor traitors, after all, Lord Grindelwald's failure was inextricably linked to traitors.

A few of the bolder ones even kicked these traitors.

"Clatter!"

These traitors were brought before Loila, and then, with a flick of the wizard's wand behind her, they were all forced to kneel on the ground, their heads pressed against the earth.

"Miss Hamilton—these are the traitors who colluded with Voldemort a few days ago in an attempt to launch a rebellion." Emma's serious voice rang in Loira's ears, making her purse her lips and nod.

"I know—I know." She felt her voice trembling slightly, so she coughed to straighten herself.

"How should traitors be dealt with according to the rules of the UMNO?" Loila took a deep breath and recited the lines she had memorized in advance.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

"Traitors should go see Merlin!"

The UMNO members shouted indignantly, and Loila nodded slightly in response. It seemed that everyone was playing the role of the villain's underling very well.

She pursed her lips and coughed lightly: "Then—"

"Wait!" one of the wizards being held down suddenly shouted, "Miss Hamilton! I've been tricked!"

"I had no intention of betraying Lord Grindelwald!"

"I'm willing to become an informant for the Malay Party! I'm willing to gather information about Voldemort!"

"Uh—" This sudden turn of events left Loila somewhat bewildered, and she subconsciously glanced at Emma.

"Shut up!" Emma said coldly, "As a traitor, your words have no credibility whatsoever!"

Loila nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Then let's do it—"

"Miss Hamilton! I know Voldemort's plan! I know what he wants to do!"

He struggled and screamed, so Loila had to say, "Quickly—drag him away—"

At Loira's command, he was being led away by several wizards, but as he was being dragged along, he kept shouting, "I know Voldemort's Horcruxes—I know—"

"A soul—a Horcrux?" Loila paused, instinctively wanting to stop her, but Emma whispered, "He's definitely lying to you."

"How could Voldemort possibly tell a guy like that about Horcruxes?"

It seems so — it seems so —

Loila pursed her lips and watched the guy being taken away, then turned her attention to the others.

"Then—then drag them all out and kill them according to the rules." Loila pursed her lips, making this somewhat ruthless decision with a hint of timidity.

But that's how it should be! Facing these despicable traitors, the guys who wanted to sell me out to Voldemort—Roy watched them being led away, listening to their somewhat pitiful cries, and surprisingly—felt a little bit of satisfaction.

She even smiled—her performance caught Emma's eye, and she nodded seriously, clearly approving of Loira's performance.

But for Roy—this can hardly be considered a performance.

After all, since being dismissed by Dumbledore and losing her life at Hogwarts, Loila felt she hadn't been happy for the past two months—until today, after taking down a few traitors.

She felt much better—how about we try another batch of cases tomorrow?

Are there any traitors left?

Faced with Loila's earnest expectations, Emma pursed her lips and said, "We don't have that many traitors."

"Is that so?" Loila pursed her lips and said subconsciously, "Then can't other crimes be punished with the death penalty?"

"Like stealing something—serving the wrong coffee—the water being a little cold or something—" Loila said softly, "like those kinds of things—"

"You idiot, you don't even know this! And then you're talking about killing someone with a magic wand or something."

“We’re a legitimate organization.” Emma couldn’t help but smirk at his words. “What you’re talking about is—that’s a much more extreme organization.”

"I see—" Loila looked at the wizards sitting there with a hint of disappointment. Her gaze made the wizards from the Witch Party shudder involuntarily.

Weren't we extreme enough? Does that mean Voldemort could do it like that? — No wonder he's always laughing so happily —

She had originally wanted to try and kill a few more of these bad guys to make herself feel a little better.

Why----

However, after this incident, whether it was Royla's imagination or not, she felt that the sorcerers of the Masonic Party seemed to respect her more.

Although they were already very serious and polite before, they've become even more exaggerated now.

Upon seeing Loila, many of them would bow almost at a 90-degree angle—were they afraid that she would kill them because of this?

I was just asking casually—Loila didn't want others to think of her as some kind of scary person—

With a sigh, Loila picked up the lantern in her hand and shook it.

The Horcrux is almost complete—the next step is to figure out how to transfer Voldemort's soul into it.

Once the transfer is complete, I should be able to work, right?

The premise is that there are no mistakes—and even if you do this well, do you still need to—take it to Hogwarts?

The thought of this gave Loila a headache.