The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 683 For the Greater Good (Part 1)

However, in the end, Loila decided to give up. She simply nodded slightly and then looked around the entire principal's office.

The place looked much the same as when she last came, but not only Dumbledore, but even his pet bird, the phoenix named Fawkes, was gone.

Besides that, the most eye-catching thing should be the wizard chess set on the table—he seems to have played half of the game.

"Miss Hamilton—" Professor McGonagall's voice came, bringing Loila back to her senses.

She looked gently at Loila and said, "We are all saddened by Headmaster Dumbledore's departure—but that's precisely why we must look forward."

"Voldemort has not been defeated yet—so Miss Hamilton—please pull yourself together." Although that's what she said, Loila could see the wavering in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

She may have known Dumbledore longer than I have—yet she is so strong—I and Dumbledore are clearly enemies, so what's with all this melancholy in my heart?

Upon hearing this, Loila bit her lip and nodded, then said, "Then—can I be alone for a while?"

"Of course." McGonagall and Hagrid exchanged a glance and then said, "But don't forget the banquet tonight."

"Um--

", "Clatter".

The door to the room was closed, and for the first time, Loira was the only person in the principal's office.

She shifted slightly and subconsciously sat in her usual spot, looking at the empty principal's seat, and fell silent for a moment.

However, after a moment of silence, she patted her face.

Dumbledore said he wanted to take his time looking around in the Headmaster's office, didn't he? This suggests he might have left something useful—something to deal with Voldemort.

Loila looked around and walked to the glass cabinets in the principal's office to look at them.

Is that the Sorting Hat?

Every time new students started school, Loila would see this hat—it looked dirty, but not as smelly as Loila had imagined.

It seemed to be sleeping at this moment, not uttering a word.

Beside it hung a sword, inlaid with all sorts of gems, which looked quite valuable.

Dumbledore actually has money to buy this kind of thing—it must have been embezzled by him—Loira stretched out her hand and exerted a little force; even with her left hand, she seemed unable to lift the sword.

To the right of the sword was a small stone basin. Roy certainly remembered what it was—it was a meditation basin. Royla had once developed the memory headband using a meditation basin, since it could store memories and then—

"Clatter".

Whether it was because of Loila's proximity or not, the Pensieve emitted a faint glow, which made Loila pause slightly before realizing something.

Could this be something Dumbledore wants him to see?

With this idea in mind, Loila walked to the basin, took a deep breath, and then suddenly plunged her head into the water.

As the cool sensation spread, the world before my eyes subtly changed.

Unlike the immersive experience of the memory headband, the Pensieve's surroundings have a slightly illusory and distorted feel to them.

But what Roy saw first was not Dumbledore, but two young men.

That's right—two young boys, who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, were sitting side by side by the field talking about something.

"We will change this world one day," said the boy with snowflake-like silver hair. He stood up, looked at the sun in the sky, and raised his wand. "We will make sure that the days when our people hide are gone forever."

"Hmm." Another boy with fiery red hair slowly stood up, placing his hand on the silver-haired boy's shoulder as he said, "My sister became like that because of those so-called secrets."

"I don't want that to happen again." He said, raising his wand. The two wands met in the air, emitting a faint glow.

Who are they?

Loila felt a sense of familiarity—but she didn't recognize them—they just looked vaguely familiar.

Under Loila's gaze, the two boys' wands simultaneously unleashed a spell, which transformed into two chains in the air.

The chains were as red as blood and as pure as snow. They spun and eventually solidified, then connected with the crystals that also emerged from the tip of the staff, becoming two identical bracelets.

This is... a blood pact?

Loila had heard of this spell; it was a more special spell than the Blood Pact Spell, and very few people would sign a blood pact with another person.

Because—its conditions are extremely special.

The signing of a blood pact means that the two people can never lay a hand on each other or harbor malice towards each other; even just the sight of their wands could very well cost you your life.

Furthermore, signing a blood pact places extremely high demands on the relationship between the two individuals—even a close friendship is far from enough; it must be much deeper.

,

Loila pursed her lips, looking at the blood pacts wrapped around the hands of the two boys, and for a moment she didn't know what to say—why did Dumbledore want her to see this?

Who are they?

And what does this have to do with me—and Dumbledore?

Although she had doubts, Loila couldn't bring herself to ask. She could only watch quietly as the two boys sat down side by side again.

The silver-haired boy looked at the setting sun and said, "But the strength of just the two of us is far from enough."

"I want to find the Deathly Hallows. Whoever collects all the Deathly Hallows will become the master of Death and will naturally have the power to change everything."

"No." The red-haired boy shook his head, interrupting him. He pursed his lips and said, "It's not just the power of the Deathly Hallows."

"Power alone is not enough for us to rule the entire wizarding world."

"We also need like-minded friends and compatriots," he said, looking at the silver-haired boy. "We must have an organization, an organization that can unite everyone."

"An organization?" The silver-haired boy nodded slightly, then said, "You're right—"

"So what do you think this organization should be called?"

"A name isn't that important," the red-haired boy said, shaking his head. "What's important is that we have a motto that can attract others and better showcase our uniqueness."

"Having a motto is how we let others know how special we are."

"A motto?" The silver-haired boy nodded knowingly. "Then you probably already have the answer in your heart, right?"

"Hmm." The red-haired boy nodded and said, "I think—"

"For the greater good."

"That's a very good statement."

Hmm—that's a very good statement, even Lord Grindelwald—

and many more!

Loila stared at the two of them with wide eyes, as if she had realized something.

For a greater good?!

This isn't from the Wushi Party—so the silver-haired boy is Lord Grindelwald?!

Looking closely, it's true, only Lord Grindelwald could be so handsome and dashing—

Wait a minute—who is this redhead?! Loila didn't recall ever hearing of him.