The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 648 Down with the Opposition!

"They held a meeting yesterday." The Ansbach family manor is very large, and another banquet hall on the manor was also packed with people.

"So what was the result?" The leader was a middle-aged man. He asked as he looked at the woman sitting next to him.

She was a woman with thick, curly hair. Although she was beautiful, her eyes looked somewhat sickly. She was lying on a chair with her legs crossed and her boots propped up on the edge of the table.

"They're making no progress." The wizard below smiled. "They can't even decide whether or not they should ally with the UMNO."

"How could we possibly come up with any strategy?"

"That's wonderful—Miss Bella." The middle-aged man looked at the unruly woman. "I think Lord Dark Lord would be very pleased to hear this."

"Perhaps." Bella seemed a bit indifferent, shrugging as she said, "The Dark Lord has been patient enough with you all."

"If you can't convince your fellow countrymen within a month—the Dark Lord will have to take action himself." Bella said with a cold laugh, "You don't want to see that happen."

"We understand that, of course," the middle-aged man in the lead said with a forced smile. "It's just that they're a bit too stubborn."

"However, I think—if Lord Dark Lord were willing to show his power, for example—for example, by killing that half-blood freak..."

"Are you ordering the Dark Lord around?" Bella asked, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was unreadable, or rather, she was always like this.

He's a bit crazy.

"That's not what I meant." The middle-aged man quickly shook his head. "What I meant was—it was a suggestion—or rather, a plea."

"We implore Lord Dark Lord to kill that freak—that way—no one will dare to betray Lord Dark Lord again."

"Hmph." Bella shook her head upon hearing this. Of course she knew Hamilton's strength. Although she was certainly not as good as the Dark Lord, it wouldn't be good for her great master if they got entangled here.

So Bella pouted and said, "If the master has to do this kind of thing, then you guys are really too useless."

"Killing someone doesn't just require a magic wand—a cup of poison is enough."

Bella's words left the wizards exchanging bewildered glances. While poison was a very effective weapon, setting a precedent like this was certainly not a good thing.

Therefore, even if they deeply hate that freak, middle-aged people are unwilling to resort to such methods.

"Or assassination." Bella glanced at the silent crowd and pursed her lips. "While she's asleep—just a Killing Curse will do."

"Even so, you can't do it?"

"No—that's not what I meant." The middle-aged man quickly shook his head: "We're just thinking about how to proceed—because she'll definitely have a wizard protecting her."

"Then let me handle it." Bella raised an eyebrow. "I'd be happy to solve this problem for my master."

Her words caused everyone present to fall silent for a moment.

Although they knew how capable Miss Bella was, they didn't think it was worth taking such a risk for her.

If anything were to happen to her, none of us would be able to survive against Voldemort.

So the middle-aged man quickly said, "You don't need to worry about this—we will handle it ourselves."

"It had better be that way." Bella sneered and began toying with the wine glass on the table again.

Just when these people were at their wits' end, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?" The middle-aged man immediately frowned. "I remember saying—don't disturb us at this time."

"I have something to report." A somewhat muffled voice came from outside the door.

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The group exchanged glances, and the wizard standing at the door slowly got up and walked to the doorway.

He slightly opened the door and looked outside, where he saw four wizards dressed in robes.

"You can report back later if you have anything to say."

"Is the Dark Lord's messenger inside?" the leading wizard asked slowly.

"Knowing this, why do you still bother me? You shouldn't—"

"Bang!"

Before the words were even finished, the wizard at the door flicked his wand and sent the wizard in front of him flying. Before anyone could react, the entire banquet hall door was blasted open.

"What are you doing?!" The middle-aged man hurriedly drew his wand to retaliate, but the wizard in the smoke shouted, "Faint!" and cast a spell.

The banquet hall was thrown into chaos.

"Are you all insane?!" the middle-aged man shouted from under the table. "Are you trying to start a war?"

"This is not war," the leading black-robed wizard said slowly. "All we need to do is capture you all."

Although there were only four wizards, they were enough to suppress the old men present in a short time. These were the most elite wizards of the Wushi Party, who were sent here as Royla's guards.

The seasoned wizards were far more skilled than these nobles who indulged in debauchery every day, and they kept waving their wands to suppress the crowd in the banquet hall.

"Avada Kedavra!"

However, with Bella joining the fray, the situation in the banquet hall changed completely. The reason she hadn't acted rashly was to be wary of that damned Hamilton—

But seeing Hamilton nowhere to be seen, she coldly snorted and made her move.

Do you really think you can rely on just these four people? You're practically asking for trouble.

She unleashed her killing curse, which struck a sorcerer directly, sending him flying. But seeing the blue membrane covering his body, Bella knew that the killing curse had been blocked by that damned blocking magic array.

Damn Hamilton—

"Suppress them!" the middle-aged man shouted at this moment. "Reinforcements will be here soon!"

"And we also have Miss Bella here!"

His shouts temporarily emboldened the wizards inside the house. They raised their wands and used the table to retaliate, while Bella launched sneak attacks from the shadows. The attacking Marauders wizards were suddenly in a precarious situation.

If reinforcements arrive from outside, even the most powerful wizards of the Wushi Party will have to go see Merlin.

But the prerequisite is that there are so-called reinforcements.

Is that all?

A silver-haired girl wearing a white mask stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the wizards lying scattered at her feet.

She flicked her wand and blinked her blue eyes.

Now that everything's been resolved, let's hurry to the banquet hall—the situation there must be quite dangerous.