The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 681 Death is another great adventure

"Hmm—Hmm?"

Struggling, Loila slowly opened her eyes. Before she could even see her surroundings clearly, she heard the faint sounds around her.

"Miss Hamilton is awake! Miss Hamilton is awake!"

"Huff... Huff?" Loila rubbed her eyes subconsciously, but felt an unusual strain on her right hand—she had to switch to her left hand to feel a little more comfortable.

As she rubbed her eyes, she finally saw a circle of wizards surrounding her.

They are all—are all members of the UMNO?

"Everyone, get out first!" Emma rushed into the room. With a wave of her hand, the members of the Wushi Party glanced at Loyla with worried eyes, and then slowly walked out.

The room was completely quiet until they had all left.

"Emma?!" Loila was filled with confusion. How had she survived the Dementors' attack? Why was she here? And what about Dumbledore in her dream?

"Loila—I'm so glad you're alright." Emma grabbed Loila's hand, then shed a few tears.

"Huh?" Loila was stunned for a moment, and was a little flustered when she saw Emma suddenly crying. "Don't—don't cry—" Loila reached out and subconsciously wiped Emma's face. She never thought that she would have a day to comfort someone.

"You've been unconscious for seven days—I—I thought Miss Roy—you would never wake up again—"

Surely not—I was only slightly unconscious—seven days?!

Loila stared at Emma with wide eyes. She was a little flustered for a moment, but after taking a deep breath, Loila calmed down.

"You—you tell me slowly what happened—"

"Seven days ago, we—we received a letter from Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore?"

He actually wrote a letter to the UMNO party?

"He told us you were in trouble in the Albanian forest," Emma said, pursing her lips. "He said we should come and rescue you immediately—"

How did Dumbledore know that?

"At first we didn't know why either—but I felt that Miss Roy's safety was the most important thing in any case—so we immediately sent our fraternal members of the Martial Party to support you."

"As a result, they found Miss Loila being attacked by Dementors in the Albanian forest—after they drove the Dementors away, they found that Miss Loila had already fainted."

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"I just woke up —"

Is that so?

Loila felt a little dazed—she was such an idiot for forgetting about the existence of Dementors—if it weren't for Dumbledore, she would definitely be dead by now.

Perhaps I should thank him?

But why? Why would he do this? And why write letters to the UMNO party—and what about that dream before—wasn't he against the UMNO party?

Loira felt she might indeed need to return to Hogwarts—to ask Dumbledore why he had done all this—Loira felt there were too many suspicious points—

"Also—Loila." At this moment, Emma coughed lightly, revealing a slightly hesitant expression.

Seeing her hesitant expression, Loila had a bad feeling.

"I have to tell you this—" Emma paused, then slowly said, "According to a message from Hogwarts seven days ago."

"It was probably shortly after Miss Loila was rescued."

"The headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Percival Dumbledore, president of the Wizengamot Wizarding Council, is dead."

"Albus—Dumbledore—is dead?"

Loila blinked when she heard the news.

She felt—it was all too unreal.

Is this fake?

How could that old fox Dumbledore just suddenly—die or something?

"Are you sure? Are you sure?" Loila noticed that her voice was trembling slightly.

"Hmm—" Emma turned her face slightly and nodded gently: "I attended his funeral four days ago."

He was buried on an island in the Black Lake at Hogwarts.

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Loila's body trembled slightly—and then—then he subconsciously gave a somewhat forced smile.

"Isn't this—isn't this great—if Dumbledore dies—then Lord Grindelwald's affairs can be taken care of—"

"And—and—"

Ahh ...

Loila suddenly felt something wet on the back of her hand—why was she crying? This—this can't be, right?

I wasn't even friends with Dumbledore—so why would I feel bad? It would be better if he were dead.

How could I—

"————" Watching Loila's clumsy attempts to stop crying and wipe her eyes, Emma bit her lip and said, "Then———— according to Dumbledore's will."

"He recommended you, Miss Loila, as the Headmistress of Hogwarts."

"Who wants this damn—damned principal!" Loila flung her arm and looked at Emma, ​​saying, "That—that cunning old fox—is dead."

"I haven't even gotten my revenge on him yet—that wicked bastard—he hasn't even apologized to Lord Grindelwald yet—"

"Voldemort hadn't been defeated yet—and he just died like that—died—died so suddenly."

"It is said that he was killed by Severus Snape, who was Voldemort's spy—waiting for his chance at Hogwarts."

"————"

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Loila gritted her teeth and didn't speak. Her mind was a complete mess—why—why did she die like this?

I was supposed to be seeking revenge on you—I should have been the one to kill you—to hear you apologize to Lord Grindelwald—to let you release Lord Grindelwald yourself—

Loila could almost see Dumbledore's face—his perpetually smiling, irritatingly chuckled face amidst his white beard—and that slightly crooked nose that made everyone laugh.

As a result, he just threw his arm and died, leaving all these burdens to me—even after saving me—did he want me to live with guilt?

Absolutely—absolutely impossible—I would never feel guilty about Dumbledore—he's dead—good riddance—and he even gave me Gewarts—

That's wonderful! That's wonderful!

I should thank Professor Nap — and Voldemort —

But even though I'm thinking this, why do I feel so sad?

Taking a deep breath—Loira knew she had to calm down. She pursed her lips and looked at Emma, ​​saying, "Then I'm going to—go to Hogwarts now."

"And then—and then, Miss Nagini, did you see that?"

"Miss Nagini seems to have learned something a few days ago—she left the Malachi Party. She asked me to tell you that she will be back soon." Emma hesitated for a moment, then looked at Loila and said, "By the way, Miss Loila, there's something I must remind you of—"

"What is it?" Loila hurriedly picked up her wand with her right hand, but felt a slight stinging sensation from her fingertips.

"Because of the Dementor's attack—Miss Roy, your hands are now—not very dexterous—so—"

"Clatter".

Loila's wand fell to the ground and rolled a few times, her blue pupils widening slightly.