The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 682 Returning to Hogwarts

"Thump~ thump~"

The bells of Hogwarts rang, seemingly to celebrate the upcoming Christmas—but apart from the bells, there was no festive atmosphere at Hogwarts.

It was still class time, but most of the students were no longer on campus.

Not long ago, Dumbledore's departure made most of the students' parents feel the danger, so they took their children away, determined not to let them stay here to fight Voldemort.

Of course, not all students are like that; many Gryffindor students stay on campus, as do many members of the Pinecone Party.

Because they all knew that Professor Loila Hamilton would be returning soon, having become a professor at Hogwarts.

And that was indeed the case—

Loila stood at the gates of Hogwarts, her expression cold and indifferent—she knew that in this time of crisis, she had to remain calm—only in this way could she reassure the students—only in this way could she—only in this way could she protect them.

But just looking at Hogwarts made her feel sad—on a brighter note—she was the headmaster now, wasn't she?

At least we don't have to worry about Dumbledore popping out to cause trouble for us anymore, right?

Loila pursed her lips slightly, reached out her left hand to push open the iron gate of Hogwarts, and stepped inside.

She had only taken a few steps when she heard someone calling her name.

"Professor Hamilton!" The voice came from Hagrid, whose giant body could be seen from a great distance.

Hearing his voice eased the sadness in Loila's heart a little.

"Hagrid." Although she hadn't seen Hagrid for a while, she still managed to force a smile.

"Professor Hamilton, you've finally arrived—you don't know—" Hagrid paused, then lowered his eyes, "How could you not know?"

"I know," Loira nodded gently. "Now—who's in charge of Hogwarts?"

"It's...it's Professor McGonagall." Hagrid seemed a little surprised by Loila's calmness, but after seeing Loila's droopy, pointed ears, he nodded as if he understood. "I'll take you to her."

"Um----"

Loila followed Hagrid in silence, strolling through the somewhat deserted campus.

With Dumbledore's departure, Hogwarts seemed to have lost its backbone all of a sudden. Even if I became the headmaster, I probably wouldn't be able to lead everyone like Dumbledore did.

"Professor Hamilton—" Upon seeing Loila, the students all showed a slight look of surprise, but Loila simply nodded slightly and did not answer them.

Their surprise was probably just because of their own magic wand, right?

But now—Luo Yi felt strained even when she slightly raised her hand—and using her left hand—Luo Yi sighed softly.

So she simply nodded slightly, then turned her face away from the students—don't have too many expectations of me—I can't protect you well right now—

Soon, the two arrived at Professor McGonagall's office. To be honest, Loila had thought she would be in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

"Clatter".

Hagrid knocked on the door and said, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Hamilton is here."

"Miss Hamilton?!"

"Clatter!"

A series of crackling sounds came from the room, and then Professor McGonagall flung open the office door.

She looked down at the silver-haired girl in front of her, subconsciously smiled, and then immediately hugged Loila.

eh?

Professor McGonagall—actually to herself—

"Miss Hamilton, I'm so glad you're alright." She hugged Loila and whispered, "You've been missing for so long—we thought—"

"I—I'm fine—it's just—" Loila twitched her ears slightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

She had been unconscious for so long—Professor McGonagall must have been under immense pressure these past few days—and there was also an external enemy like Voldemort—

And even if she were to return—she wouldn't be of much help now—Loyla's eyes dimmed slightly.

But Professor McGonagall was very happy.

"Miss Hamilton, would you like to hold a banquet in the auditorium tonight?"

"Hogwarts is currently in a very critical situation—if you'd like—we can give them a morale boost."

Looking at Professor McGonagall, who was beaming with excitement, Loila pursed her lips and quietly told her what Emma had told her.

Seeing the slight change in Professor McGonagall's expression, Roy knew she must be disappointed—she had thought she could protect everyone, but it turned out that it was actually quite unlikely for her in her current state.

"It's alright, it's alright." McGonagall seemed only slightly surprised, and after that, her expression returned to normal.

"Shouldn't we have a little banquet too?" she said. "It's a Hogwarts tradition."

"This happens every time a new principal takes office." She looked earnestly at Loila and said, "Miss Hamilton—though I know you must be in a bad mood."

"But I must tell you—Albus chose you—there must be a reason for it. He is not the kind of person who chooses you simply because of your strength."

"He genuinely believes you have the ability to become the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Me—me?" Loila didn't think she had any special abilities. The only thing she knew how to use was a wand, and now she couldn't even use it anymore—

"Please believe in yourself—Miss Hamilton." McGonagall said, gently patting Loila's shoulder, then added, "By the way—Miss Hamilton."

"Since you came back—you haven't been to the principal's office yet, have you?"

Please follow me.

Principal's Office —

Following behind McGonagall, Loira suddenly remembered something—Dumbledore had also asked her to go to the Headmaster's office back then—

Did he leave something in the principal's office?

It must be something very important—otherwise he wouldn't have—but ultimately, is that really him?

Maybe it was just my dream?

After all, there's Shiloh and stuff in there —

Soon, under Loila's slight control with a wave of her wand, the three of them arrived at the door of the headmaster's office. Moreover, with a tap of the tip of Loila's wand, the three of them walked down the stairs into the headmaster's office without even needing a password.

Faced with this situation, McGonagall didn't ask any questions, but Hagrid seemed quite curious.

Having not been to the headmaster's office for a long time, Loila took a deep breath—the faint fragrance and honey-sweet candy scent were gone from the air, as if announcing Dumbledore's departure.

Yes—he is indeed dead—and has become a portrait hanging on the wall.

Looking at the huge portrait of Dumbledore sleeping soundly, Royla really wanted to knock on the frame and wake him up—to let him talk to her.