The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 657 Experimental Subjects

"I'm fainting—"

"Bang!"

Before the three Death Eaters who rushed into Ollivander's wand shop could even swing their wands, a super-fast spell knocked down the leader of the Death Eaters.

"What—what's going on?!" The Death Eater following behind him was startled. Before he could retaliate, another spell came flying through the air.

Moreover, the second curse followed almost immediately.

With just three swift spells, the three Death Eaters who had just been shouting were knocked to the ground.

"Hmm————" After waiting a few seconds and making sure there was no one else around, Loila carefully peeked out from behind the shelf.

The three Death Eaters lay motionless on the ground, prompting her to nod knowingly.

As expected, they never imagined that the person in Ollivander's wand shop wasn't Ollivander at all, but me!

But isn't this a bit too many? — Loila was only planning to capture one Death Eater — but now there are three.

Looking at the three Death Eaters, what should be done now?

"Clatter".

"Miss Hamilton?" Mr. Parkinson slowly pushed open the door from outside the shop and carefully peeked inside. When he saw Loila, he nodded slightly.

"It's over—it's over." Loila looked at Mr. Parkinson gratefully and nodded.

Thanks to Mr. Parkinson for removing the Aurors from the doorway, otherwise these Death Eaters wouldn't have dared to rush into the wand shop.

"As expected of Miss Hamilton, these Death Eaters didn't even fight back, did they?" Mr. Parkinson said casually as he bent down and took the Death Eaters' wands one by one.

"Ah—I—am—ambushing him." Even though he was already quite familiar with Mr. Parkinson, Roy was still not used to being praised by others.

She blushed slightly, twitched her ears, and said, "That—that Mr. Parkinson's."

"What's wrong?" Parkinson was poking the Death Eater lying on the ground with his wand.

"Who do you think is the worst among these Death Eaters—the worst Death Eater?"

"The worst Death Eater?" Parkinson paused for a moment upon hearing the question, somewhat surprised. "There are actually Death Eaters who aren't bad?"

"Aren't they all just as wicked as their master Voldemort?"

"Ah—I mean—the worst kind—" Loila had to explain, "relatively speaking—among the Death Eaters."

"The worst-case scenario, relatively speaking—" Parkinson stood up and glanced at the three of them.

"This is James—he was imprisoned in Azkaban for killing a Muggle couple, but Voldemort released him."

"Hmm?"

This seems pretty bad — just as Loila nodded, Parkinson pointed to another Death Eater.

"This is Jack Will, who is suspected of stealing magical creatures from the circus—and then torturing the circus owner to death with the Crucifixion Curse," Parkinson said, raising an eyebrow.

This one seems pretty bad too — how about this one?

As Loila hesitated, Parkinson looked at the last Death Eater.

"This is Jenkins." He casually kicked the unconscious Death Eater and said, "He killed two of my colleagues, one of whom had just gotten married and was shopping for fluff with his new wife when they both died."

"Ugh—"

Mr. Parkinson seems to be right—these Death Eaters are all pretty bad—but I only need one.

"Miss Hamilton, why are you asking this?" Parkinson asked, turning her head with some curiosity.

"That—part of the secret operation," Loila said after thinking for a moment.

Parkinson chuckled softly upon hearing this: "Ah—I knew it was part of a covert operation!" He nodded as he spoke: "I also enjoy covert operations."

"I've kept quiet about what happened last time."

That's really great—thank you so much.

Loila pursed her lips and finally looked at the Death Eater named Jenkins, the one who killed the Auror.

"Then... how about this one?" She pursed her lips and said, "I want to take him with me."

"Take him away?" Parkinson frowned immediately. "Miss Hamilton—that's against the rules."

"Although I sent the Aurors away—although it's against the rules to leave you here alone with the Death Eaters."

"But—I have to ask you something about this." Parkinson's expression turned slightly serious: "Miss Hamilton, are you going to let him go?"

"Of course—of course not!" Loila quickly shook her head. "I was just conducting an experiment—um—it's nothing!"

"Experiment?" Parkinson paused in surprise, then said, "Miss Hamilton, are you going to—conduct human experiments?"

"No—no!" Loila shook her head violently. "This—this is illegal!"

"I just—I'm going to kill him or something—" Roy's voice trailed off as she spoke. She didn't want Mr. Parkinson to know her plans, as it could cause misunderstandings.

However, to Loila's slight surprise, Parkinson nodded knowingly after hearing her answer: "In that case, Miss Hamilton—why don't you take all three Death Eaters with you?"

"Huh?"

“Take them to the Ministry of Magic—at best, they’ll be locked up in Azkaban,” Parkinson said in a low voice. “And right now—Azkaban isn’t trusted because of the Dementors.”

"So, following Minister Scrimgeour's instructions—all Death Eaters captured are sentenced to death." Parkinson said with a smile, "So, Miss Hamilton, taking them away is the same as bringing them to the Ministry of Magic."

"Is this...is this how it is?"

As expected of Mr. Scrimgeour—he is indeed very impartial—but that's how it should be, after all, these Death Eaters are all heinous villains.

If someone who can unleash a deadly curse with a wave of their hand can survive after being captured, wouldn't that be the same as Fudge being a minister?

"But—but I only need one—" Loila paused, "Actually—two would be fine too?"

After careful consideration, she decided that instead of going to Saint-Germain Hospital to find Karkaroff, she might as well use the Death Eaters for experiments directly—it wouldn't be good if they were seen at the hospital, would it?

"I understand." Parkinson nodded, then said, "Are you really not considering taking them all?"

"This isn't a prison or anything, what do we need so many Death Eaters for?" Royla shook her head deftly.

Seeing her like this, Parkinson smiled slightly and then suddenly lowered his voice: "Um—Miss Hamilton, if it's alright—could you tell me what you're going to experiment with?"

"I absolutely will not tell anyone!"

You're really nosy, Mr. Parkinson.