The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 651 The River Flows Against the Current

"Ugh————"

With a slight headache, Shiloh slowly opened her eyes. The slightly glaring light streaming in from the window made her feel dizzy.

After a few seconds of adjusting, she cautiously began to look around.

Everything around her was both incredibly familiar and strange—was this Roy's home?

The familiar ceiling made her pause for a moment, but upon closer inspection, she could see that everything here was slightly different from the Hamilton house she remembered.

This is where?

Am I not... — in that German basement?

Why did I suddenly end up here? — Hilo was a little overwhelmed by these changes.

"Clatter".

Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and a man with brown curly hair and blue eyes walked in. He was stunned when he saw that Shilo had woken up, and he almost dropped the plate he was holding.

"You're awake—" He raised an eyebrow a little awkwardly and said, "Um—what's your name?"

Hilo didn't respond to him, but instead frowned and looked him over.

Seeing that Hilo didn't speak, he gritted his teeth and asked again in German, "Can you understand me?"

"German?"

Seeing his animated gestures, Shiloh snapped out of her daze and asked, "Are you Philip Hamilton?"

"Hmm?" The man paused for a moment, then frowned slightly. "Have we met before, miss?"

really----

The moment Shiloh saw the man before her, she immediately thought he was likely Royla's father, Mr. Philip.

Putting aside how obvious those blue eyes were and where Shilo was currently, his somewhat expressive movements and expressions made Shilo feel that this was definitely one of Roy's relatives.

Now it seems that was indeed the case.

Shiloh coughed slightly, straightened his clothes, and said, "I am Shiloh Rozier."

"It's your daughter, Loila Hamilton's friend."

"Loila—" Philip's eyes widened slightly upon hearing the name. He completely lost his grip on the plate, and the plate, along with the coffee and food on it, fell to the ground.

However, he didn't pick it up. Instead, he immediately rushed excitedly to Shiloh and asked, "Are you really—really Royla's friend?"

"Is she doing well now?"

"It's alright." Instead of answering Philip's question, Hilo changed the subject, asking, "So—where is this place?"

"And aren't you already... dead?"

"Ah—dead?" Philip paused for a few seconds upon hearing this, then nodded knowingly: "Yes—yes—"

,

"It must have been many years ago, right?"

"As Loila's friend, you're about this age—it should be 1945 by now, right?"

"1945?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Before I came here—I was in 196."

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"1996?!" Philip stared wide-eyed at Duhiro, exclaiming, "Then Royla must have become—an old lady too?"

"Heh." Shiloh raised an eyebrow. "That's the interesting part—she looks like she's only a teenager."

"————" Philip fell silent.

Seeing Philip's silence, Hilo shook his head: "So what time is it now—and why am I here—and why are you alive?"

"And—what have you been doing all this time?"

"Now—" Philip snapped out of his reverie, pursed his lips, and then gave a somewhat helpless look: "It's 1666 now."

"Hmm?" Shiloh paused, her pupils dilating slightly. "1666?"

“That’s right.” Philip paused, then said, “Strictly speaking, we’re not in Germany right now—we’re in the Holy Roman Empire.”

Seeing Hilo's stunned expression, Philip continued, "As for what I'm doing—"

"I was thinking about saving her."

"she?"

"Hmm." Philip nodded, then a slightly forlorn expression appeared on his face: "I've tried countless times—"

But it never—never even once.

"I can't save her—it's like some kind of—destiny." The more he spoke, the more agitated he seemed, until finally he clenched his fist and said, "But this—this is impossible—there absolutely exists a timeline—that allows me to save her—"

"Snapped!"

Seeing Philip's state, Hilo slapped him across the face.

Before he could react, Hilo slapped him across the other cheek.

"You idiot!" Shiloh took a deep breath and stared intently at the person in front of him. "So tell me—you've been missing for decades, and your purpose was just to save someone who's already dead?"

"She's not dead, she's my wife!" Philip retorted, staring intently at Shiloh. "Are you asking me to give up?"

"You don't understand my predicament at all—"

"Snapped!"

Upon hearing this, Shiloh raised her hand and slapped him again.

She slapped Philip three times, but she still wasn't satisfied and continued to yell, "So you're an idiot!"

"Do you know how Loila survived after you left and never came back?"

"A girl who's only eleven years old has lost both her father and mother—and has no relatives to take her in." Hilo glared at Philip and said, "You actually have the nerve to talk about your hardships."

Unable to contain his anger at Hilo's words, Philip retorted, "But since you're her friend—that means she can manage on her own, can't she?"

"I've been back before—I saw it—I saw the person in the room, she had many friends around her, she was very happy—very fortunate."

"She can do just fine without me—"

"Slap!" Shiloh couldn't hold back any longer. She had lost count of how many times she had slapped this guy. To be honest, if he weren't Loila's father, Shiloh would have wanted to give him another Cruciatus Curse.

"Are you the kind of person who only cares about the result and not the process?" Shiloh's voice was so cold that even she was a little surprised.

She looked at Philip and said, "Loila goes to Durmstrang. As a half-Veenea, do you know what she's going through?"

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"No parents, no relatives—at school, there's only one person he can talk to—and that person died trying to save him." Hilo stared intently at Philip and said, "Do you understand what that feels like?"

"Then she was arrested and imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic for a long time. If it weren't for Lord Grindelwald's intervention, she might have even been sentenced to death."

"After that, she managed to have a few good years, but then Dumbledore defeated Lord Grindelwald, and the Sorcerers scattered and fled—she lost her place again." Shiloh recounted Loira's entire experience to the wretched man before her, word by word.

"As a result, for some unknown reason, perhaps to go back in time to save you, her mother, or Lord Grindelwald, she traveled to several decades in the future."

"Can you understand that feeling of things changing and people being gone?" Hilo stared intently at the silent Philip and said, "You don't understand at all."

"You've fled your original life like a coward, running around aimlessly through different times—and what's the result?"

"The result is that your daughter is struggling to live without her terrible father, while you, the terrible father, are stuck in a room doing nothing."

"Don't you like to discuss results? This is the result."

Looking at Philip, who was now unable to utter a single word, Shiloh said, somewhat losing control of her emotions, "You may be a good husband, but you are definitely not a good father."

"Clearly—clearly you've returned to her—yet you haven't said a word—do you think you're really—very—"

She would be so happy to see you—she'd be overjoyed—she still hasn't learned the Guardian Charm.

"You thought it was—" Shiloh said, then unexpectedly found that her eyes were slightly moist.

This made her stop talking immediately, and she silently touched the corner of her eye.

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Philip remained silent, then pursed his lips and walked out of the room.