The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 685

Lord Grindelwald — Dumbledore — This is —

Loila looked at everything before her, but didn't know what to say—so Dumbledore—did he already know her identity?

He knew I was a Mublic—and Lord Grindelwald himself told him—but Lord Grindelwald was clearly—

It was clearly Grindelwald's work that I was given to him—this is—this is why—I—

Loila's mind was in a mess. She didn't know what her so-called missions were for. If Dumbledore had known from the beginning that she was a member of the Sorcerers—and—and Lord Grindelwald entrusted himself to Dumbledore, didn't he?

Why did he never—

As Loila struggled to think, the scene before her changed again. This time, the person standing in front of Loila was no longer the young Dumbledore.

Instead, he was an elderly man with a white beard. This was the Dumbledore that Royla had seen the most, and it was also the Dumbledore she remembered looking like.

Dumbledore stood in the headmaster's office, looking gently at Loila before him.

"Miss Hamilton—by now—you probably understand, right?"

"I—I don't understand!" Royla looked at Dumbledore, somewhat emotionally distraught.

First, it was revealed that Dumbledore and Lord Grindelwald actually had that kind of relationship—then came the blood pact—and then it was me—I was entrusted to Dumbledore by Lord Grindelwald—who can understand what's going on here!

Dumbledore was clearly his enemy, Lord Grindelwald's enemy, someone he had to defeat—yet he turned out to be the one who would give him a home in Grindelwald's place—

Who can understand this?! And who can accept it?

The Dumbledore before her did not reply to Loira, of course. At this moment, he was just a memory. So he simply bowed slightly and said to himself, "As you just saw, Gellert and I were once close friends—we once shared the same ideals and the same goals."

"But things are unpredictable—everything changed—and in the end, we had to become each other's rivals."

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"And in the end—he entrusted you—Miss Hamilton—to me." Dumbledore shook his head at this point: "In this matter—I apologize to you."

"I spent ten years searching for you—but I couldn't find any trace of you—I thought you would never appear again, Miss Hamilton—I thought you were dead—or that you had left Europe."

"Until that summer—when I heard your name from Remus Ridge—I confess—I was extremely surprised." Dumbledore looked calmly at Royla and said gently, "I once thought I would never have the chance to complete what Gellert entrusted to me."

"But fate played a trick on me in the end." Dumbledore chuckled, appearing incredibly magnanimous. "And then, quite naturally—I decided to invite you to Hogwarts to become a professor."

"And I've always hoped this place could be your home—" Dumbledore said, as if he had thought of something, and pursed his lips slightly: "But the truth—only Miss Hamilton knows for sure."

"I confess—I knew your identity the first time I met you—I knew you were a member of the Malay Party and that you were one of Gellert Grindelwald's most devoted followers."

"But similarly—you are also a promise, a promise I once made to him."

Dumbledore nodded slightly as he spoke, then walked to the desk in the headmaster's office that he remembered and slowly sat down, where a game of wizard chess was placed.

Dumbledore picked up a chess piece at random and continued, "Voldemort is a very cunning fellow—"

"But he was also a fool—he revealed your identity, yet thought I would do something about it." Dumbledore chuckled as he spoke. "That's why he was destined to fail, because no matter how despicable he was, he would never think of emotions."

"The bonds between people are what connect them," Dumbledore said, pausing for a moment. "Of course—you're probably wondering why, even so, I still let you leave Hogwarts?"

"The reason is actually quite simple—Miss Hamilton, when you can see Voldemort's memories, he can also see yours—" Dumbledore said, winking. "So I do have some selfish motives."

"I hope this will keep him from knowing what we're thinking," Dumbledore said, placing another chess piece on the board. "So I've prepared a plan for him."

"A cage he could never escape once he stepped into—of course—" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow: "If Miss Hamilton can see this memory—then it means there's a flaw in the plan."

"That's inevitable, isn't it?" Dumbledore said quietly. "And that also means I'm definitely dead."

"That's inevitable," he said with a slight smile, appearing to have no fear of death, but rather a quiet and composed acceptance.

He looked calmly at Loila: "Death is another great adventure."

"Death—death—" Loila murmured the word as she looked on.

"But to be honest—I still have some concerns before I die." Dumbledore said, then suddenly smiled slightly mischievously. He picked up another chess piece, holding it quietly in his hand, but for some reason, he didn't put it down.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "Therefore, I hope you can become the Headmistress of Hogwarts—Miss Hamilton."

"You've met many people and experienced many things here—so I feel that this place might—for a moment—feel like your home."

He said quietly, "I have no right to ask you to do anything, but—please protect them."

"Protect Hogwarts, protect the students here—and protect yourself too," he said with a soft smile.

"If you're afraid—then please leave."

"After all, I promised Gellert that I would protect you—and give you a home."

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Dumbledore's figure flickered and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Loila could only feel a faint chill, which was the water in the meditation basin—the memory had ended.

This is all that Dumbledore left behind —

These are it.

Loila covered her mouth and slumped back in her chair, water or tears streaming down her face.

"You—you are too despicable—too—too cunning—Dumbledore—"

"They've already said—say such things—what else can I say or do?"

Loila looked up at the portrait of Dumbledore hanging above her.

He was quietly closing his eyes, seemingly asleep.

On the table beneath the portrait, a wizard's chess set lay quietly.

The white king has fallen, but the knight stands in the center of the board.