The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 680 Illusory Dream

How do Dementors kill people?

Not many people have seen it, but Roy happened to have witnessed how Peter Pettigrew was sentenced to death.

Dementors are like demons, stealing people's souls with their kisses.

And now, it seems to have stolen Royla's soul here once again.

Cold—so cold—it's so cold!

Loila opened her eyes to a scene of pure white, with snowflakes falling like raindrops outside the astronomical tower.

Is this Durmstrang?

The familiar place startled Loila for a moment; she rubbed her eyes, somewhat confused.

Was it a dream?

Were all those things just dreams?

So I've actually been here all along? Did all those things about Hogwarts—Lord Grindelwald—not exist?

This seems pretty good, right?

At least I've already... — But — But how can there be such a realistic dream?

"Clatter".

Just then, a raven suddenly flapped its wings and flew in. It had jet-black feathers and dark eyes, and it just shook its head slightly, yet Loila sensed a certain arrogance in it.

This is a raven—but—why does it feel like—

The raven flew onto Loila's shoulder, startling her so much that she took a few steps back.

Looking into those eyes so close to hers, she bit her lip, a little scared.

Does anyone in Durmstrang keep ravens?

No—no, right?

Is this a wild raven?

No—it shouldn't be, right?

To Loila's surprise, the raven pecked her head hard, causing her to instinctively scream and take a few steps back.

As a result, she took a few steps back, but somehow she stepped on the edge of the downward stairs. As the raven approached again, Loila's body swayed and she took a few steps back.

Immediately following was a strong feeling of weightlessness. As her body lost its balance, Loila instinctively let out a scream.

"Ugh!"

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—" Opening my eyes, I saw the sky above Hogwarts.

eh?

Am I asleep?

By the Black Lake?

Roy rose slightly and saw the tranquil waters of the Black Lake.

This is the grassy area next to Hogwarts—the place where I usually have lunch—

Was the raven just now—and Durmstrang—also a dream?

Loila reached out and grabbed at it, feeling something strange—why was the raven attacking her?

Who is it?

Although this idea was a bit strange, Loila did indeed think Raven was someone—

Before she could even react, she heard a noise coming from the grass behind her.

She turned her head slightly and saw a rabbit hopping around, its round eyes looking at her with an ethereal quality.

Are there rabbits at Hogwarts? I've never seen them before.

The rabbit hopped closer to Loila, who blinked and then slowly crouched down.

She reached out and gently stroked the rabbit's fluffy ears and head, even though she didn't know why she did it—but just touching the rabbit's fur made her feel a little relaxed.

Why is that?

While Loila was still confused, the rabbit leaped high and stomped on Loila's forehead. She staggered and, before she could grab onto anything, fell backward into the icy black lake.

Cold—it's so cold—

Roy struggled to grab something, but then realized that something was being handed to him.

"Hmm!"

She grabbed the thing and struggled to emerge from the dark lake.

"You're really careless." The cold voice startled Loila, and she looked at the person in front of her with her pupils dilating slightly.

Is it Miss Shiloh?

But why—

Why does it look like a black cat?

Or perhaps it was a black cat, or even a cat's paw that had grabbed it, but this black cat was wearing a cloak, a pitch-black cloak with silver trim.

"It actually fell into the water." Hilo Cat said, sticking out her tongue and licking Loila's hand.

eh?

Loila discovered that her hands had become furry without her noticing. Had she turned into a cat?

No—no—cats don't have tails that big or that long.

Loila could feel her tail wagging constantly as Hilo Cat moved.

It was a very fluffy tail.

While Loila was paying attention to the tail, Shiloh had already circled around Loila and licked her. Her tongue was icy cold, licking from Loila's hand to the tail, and finally licking Loila's cheek.

"Stop—stop licking me—" Loila subconsciously reached out her paw and pushed Shilo Cat, resulting in Shilo Cat taking a few steps back and then its purple vertical pupils suddenly widening.

She seems angry.

"No—" Loila shook her paws, about to say something, when Shiloh seemed to have already arched her back and let out a frightening "ha" sound.

Then she pounced and crashed into Loila, and the two little animals immediately tangled together and started rolling around.

As she continued to roll, Loila felt a wave of dizziness.

"Miss Hamilton—wake up."

"Miss Hamilton?"

"Hmm... Hmm?" Loila shook her slightly dizzy head and vaguely saw a figure.

It was an old man with a white beard, who sat quietly opposite me, with a chessboard between us.

This is a game of Wizard Chess, and I seem to be about to win—am I playing chess?

"Wizards—Wizard Chess?" Loila blinked, finally recognizing the person in front of her.

That's Albus Dumbledore —

How could he be here?

Did I fall asleep while playing chess with him?

Why would that be?

I should accept it—but—

Loila wanted to tell him about her dream, but before she could speak, Dumbledore spoke first.

"It's been a while, Miss Hamilton."

His tone was nostalgic and incredibly gentle, exactly like the one Loila remembered.

And as he spoke, Loila pursed her lips as if she realized something.

"I was just at the Dementors' place—Voldemort ambushed me—" Roy breathed heavily as if remembering something, while Dumbledore gently reached out and patted Roy's head.

"Hmm?"

Dumbledore had never done anything so intimate before—Loira stared at him wide-eyed as he slowly withdrew his hand.

"You haven't been doing very well lately," Dumbledore said quietly. "I'm sorry about that."

"Actually, yes—" Loila had many questions she wanted to ask him, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say.

Should I mention the Masonic Party myself? Or should I ask Lord Grindelwald—or should I ask Hogwarts—?

"I'm glad you can be the same as before." Dumbledore's voice was as warm as sunshine, gradually dispelling the coldness that had enveloped Royla.

"But since we've met here—that means something not so good has happened, hasn't it?" Dumbledore said with a slight smile. "But I think—you should be able to keep going."

"No—I—" Loila didn't know what he was saying, but every time she opened her mouth, Dumbledore would continue, "Loila—please allow me to call you that." He said, "When we first met, you looked so timid."

"I thought I'd never have another chance to fulfill my promise to him," he said to himself as he slowly rose. "But it turns out that opportunity came fifty years too late."

"he?"

"You have many questions in your mind, don't you?" Dumbledore walked to the door of the headmaster's office and paused slightly, a hint of amusement in his wise eyes.

"So please go back to Hogwarts."

"In the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts—you'll find the answer." Dumbledore said, winking, then "click"—

The sound was turned off.

In the empty principal's office, only his faint voice could be heard.

"Miss Hamilton, this game is over."

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