The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 678 The Real Conspiracy

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight touched the treetops, Loila's figure appeared in the Albanian forest.

Of course, she didn't come here overnight. Putting aside the fact that it's dangerous late at night, it wouldn't be good if she tripped and fell.

However, it must be said that the Albanian forest is truly vast; even with the compass activated, it didn't point to the location of the Horcrux.

Perhaps it's because I'm on the fringes?

Loila came alone this time, accompanied only by Miss Nagini, so she made a lot of preparations.

This preparation wasn't just done in one night; Loila hadn't been idle for the previous month.

She's been busy engraving magic arrays—she's engraved quite a few magic arrays on her current robes, and besides blocking magic arrays, Loila has also made some new attempts.

That is the combination of automatic magic array and blocking magic array—according to Loila's research over this period of time, the blocking magic array is damaged in the same place every time it blocks a spell—so can we use our automatic magic array to repair it?

Loila made this attempt over the past month—and the results were not bad?

The automatic magic circle engraved on her robe can now automatically repair the blocking magic circle. Whenever the blocking magic circle is triggered, the automatic magic circle will automatically repair the damaged area.

However, the speed is a bit slow. If Roy moves around agilely during the battle, it will affect the automatic magic circle's repair work.

Regardless, this is a great breakthrough.

It's a pity I didn't have enough time, otherwise I could have made a few more robes like these and sent them to Mr. Lupin and Luna—that would have made them much safer.

Thinking this, Luo Yili shook her head and picked up the compass. "Alright, now I need to focus on finding the magic circle."

As she tapped the tip of her cane, the compass spun around, but did not emit a faint blue light.

It doesn't seem to be around—it's a pity I can't learn to ride a broom, otherwise I would probably be much faster, right?

Fortunately, Loila had a wand in her hand. With a flick of her wand, the various vines blocking her path were quickly destroyed, creating a path that was easy to pass through.

After walking for about an hour, Loila, looking a little tired, pursed her lips and sat down on a rock.

"How about I search on a broomstick?" Miss Nagini asked, peeking out from her sleeve. "That might take several days."

"No—it's alright." Loila quickly shook her head. It wouldn't be good if Miss Nagini had an accident while riding her broom—although she had successfully avoided the fire dragon last time, but—but let's just forget about it—

"You still don't trust me." Nagini sighed helplessly, not really in the mood to force her. She shrank back and hid her head in her sleeve.

If we still haven't found one by today—then why don't we go to the Basilicone Party and find a few broomstick-riding wizards?

Although I really didn't want to bother them, this is probably the best way now, right?

Just as Loila was thinking this, the compass in her hand suddenly lit up, and to Loila's surprise, the compass pointed precisely in a direction!

This means—the Horcrux is right there!

The Hogwarts Headmaster's office was quiet. Dumbledore sat there quietly, fiddling with the Pensieve in front of him. With a flick of his wand, he picked up some silver memories from his forehead and let them fall into the Pensieve.

As they gradually disappeared, Dumbledore wore a thoughtful expression.

Just then, the office door was gently pushed open.

"Albus, your letter." It was Minerva McGonagall who entered. She adjusted her glasses and said, "From the Ministry of Magic—"

Mr. Kanemori sent the letter to me.

"That's a bit...surprising." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and asked with some curiosity, "Have you read this letter?"

"Not yet, Albus," McGonagall said, putting the letter down. "I don't have a habit of snooping on other people's privacy."

"Of course you don't—"

"Clatter".

The door was pushed open again at that moment, and Snape walked in with a serious expression.

"Severus—" Dumbledore looked at him and nodded slightly: "What is this—"

"I have something to tell you," Snape said, looking at McGonagall.

"Could you please give us a little privacy, Minerva?" Dumbledore smiled gently.

McGonagall didn't ask any further questions, simply nodded slightly, and then walked out of the principal's office.

As she left, Snape immediately took a few steps closer and said, "This morning—Draco didn't come to Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Oh?" Dumbledore asked thoughtfully, "Is it almost time?"

"Or are they just impatient?"

"I don't know," Snape said, pausing for a moment, "but it should be today."

"I already placed that cabinet in the Requirement area beforehand—as long as Draco isn't a complete idiot—he should be able to find it."

"In that case—he should be here soon, right?" Dumbledore seemed quite calm as he quietly looked at the letter in front of him.

"Shouldn't we inform Miss Hamilton?" Snape said, pausing. "If she's not here—"

"That's how it should be—" Dumbledore said, nodding slightly, and turned to the second page of the letter in his hand.

But when he saw the contents of the second page—his face immediately turned serious.

After a brief moment of thought, he sighed softly.

Then he placed the letter on the table and looked at Snape.

"Severus," he began slowly, "send Lupin immediately to inform the Mutinists—"

"The UMNO?"

"It's the Mublists," Dumbledore said calmly. "Tell them Miss Hamilton is currently in the Albanian forests—"

"And it's dangerous."

"Wh-what?" Snape was stunned for a moment, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"How could Hamilton be here—"

"He's very intelligent," Dumbledore said with a slightly helpless smile. "He considered many possibilities—"

"This is a letter from Mr. Parkinson of the Ministry of Magic."

"They captured a Death Eater and told them the location of a Horcrux."

"But shouldn't Horcruxes be Potts—" Snape realized what was happening before he could finish his sentence: "This is a trap?"

"That's right." Dumbledore said, slowly rising to his feet. "So hurry and inform the Mublical Party—"

Dumbledore's words carried a hint of nonchalance: "Our secrecy has ironically harmed Miss Hamilton."

"Furthermore—our first plan may also be unfeasible," Dumbledore said, looking at Snape. "Isn't it time for the backup plan?"

"I—" Snape hesitated for a moment, his usually cold face now furrowed in worry.

"Is this really necessary?"

"This is all we can do," Dumbledore said, blinking and raising his charred hand.