The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 692 The Next Strategy

"Miss Hamilton — I remember I already said that I do not trust the Malays."

The headmaster's office at Hogwarts was now full of people.

Not only Loila and Professor McGonagall, but also Moody from the Order of the Phoenix, Miss Shiloh from the Vigilante Party, Mr. Parkinson from the Ministry of Magic—and even Miss Hilary from the Hamilton family were sitting here.

It is now the fourteenth day since Dumbledore died.

Everyone who still has the ability and is willing to fight Voldemort is sitting here.

But just as they had discussed before—Moody did not trust the Bastards, and his demonic eyes kept swirling as he looked at Hilo.

"They might very well side with Voldemort, just like in the First Voldemort War." He looked at Shiro with suspicion.

"Don't worry—we will not side with Voldemort, not even if you betray us." Heero naturally didn't give Moody a friendly look either; she felt disgusted just looking at these Dumbledore henchmen.

But now she had no choice but to cooperate with them—and—she looked at Loila, her gaze softening slightly.

"I am Loila's friend," she said slowly. "We would not betray our friends."

"That only represents yourself," Moody paused, then said, "Can you guarantee that all UMNO members won't?"

"Fine—our greatest strength as a cult is loyalty." Hilo gave a cold laugh as if he had just realized something. "At least we don't have traitors within us like your Order of the Phoenix."

"What do you mean by this!" Moody immediately banged his cane angrily, but he couldn't bring himself to argue back.

Because everyone knows that Severus Snape betrayed Dumbledore and that he was the one who killed Dumbledore.

"Alright everyone," McGonagall coughed, "now's not the time for arguing, is it?"

“That’s right.” Parkinson nodded as well: “I’m willing to believe Miss Shiloh—and the shamans behind her.”

"I'm willing too." Xirui nodded gently. "I support all of the choices made by the head of the Loila family."

"It is precisely because of your support that I must voice my objections," Moody said, pursing his lips. "It is precisely because of Snape's betrayal that we must insist on strict requirements."

"Is this enough?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow and slowly took out a letter and placed it on the table.

"This is Lord Grindelwald's personal letter." Her words immediately made everyone present, except for Loila and Siri, frown.

"Grindelwald has been released?" Parkinson pursed his lips and said, "This is absolutely unacceptable—"

"He didn't," Shiloh said calmly, her purple eyes sweeping over the people present. "Why don't you take a look at the contents of this letter?"

McGonagall was silent for a few seconds before picking up the letter.

"Remember, my fellow countrymen—this is a time of crisis, and we must unite to fight Voldemort." McGonagall read the contents of the letter word by word. "Is that enough?" Shiloh looked quietly at the people present and said, "We will naturally follow Lord Grindelwald's orders."

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"But this is Grindelwald—"

"Mr. Moody—this is indeed Grindelwald's—Grindelwald's letter." Loila, who had been silent until now, spoke up: "Because this is the letter I—I received from him."

"What?" Seeing the surprised looks on their faces, Hilo chimed in.

"Shouldn't that be enough?" she said calmly. "We will never betray Lord Grindelwald, and that's what distinguishes us from some of you."

Her words silenced Moody. After a few seconds, he slowly nodded: "In that case—we have no choice but to trust each other."

Seeing that he seemed somewhat unwilling, Hilo snorted coldly and did not answer.

McGonagall pursed her lips and coughed, "Since—since everyone has already united..."

"Then we can—we can start discussing strategy."

That's right, strategy—the strategy to fight Voldemort.

McGonagall's words elicited slight nods from the group.

"Voldemort should be attacking Hogwarts soon," Parkinson said slowly. "According to our informants—Voldemort is gathering his strength."

"He'll make his move soon."

"Hogwarts must never fall." McGonagall pursed her lips and said seriously, "If—if Hogwarts falls—"

Then no one can stand against Voldemort.

"That's right." Moody and Parkinson both nodded.

"So we must have a battle at Hogwarts—a battle to end Voldemort completely." Moody said, looking at Royla, "I will gather the Order of the Phoenix immediately."

"But there are still Horcruxes—" McGonagall frowned. "We have to find a way to get rid of them."

"Regarding the Horcruxes—" Moody paused for a few seconds before slowly saying, "We'll handle this."

"What should we do?" Hilo asked coldly. "Do you already know where the Horcrux is?"

"Then it's best not to act alone."

"This Horcrux is very complicated," Moody paused, then said, "and according to Headmaster Dumbledore's instructions—I can't tell anyone."

Everyone fell silent.

Seeing the somewhat awkward situation, Parkinson couldn't help but cough.

"Then we will immediately summon the Aurors—"

"We will also inform the Hamilton family wizards." Shirley nodded slightly.

“But even so—we can’t muster more men than Voldemort.” Parkinson paused, looking at Loila, “And I heard—Miss Hamilton, your hand—”

"Hmm————" Loila bit her lip and covered her right hand, nodding gently.

"Then we need to plan who will deal with Voldemort." Parkinson said, his expression slightly grim. "My spellcasting skills aren't that great—but they should be enough to hold their own against Voldemort—"

"Mr. Moody, could you please—"

"Please wait a moment." Loila suddenly spoke up at this moment. She had been silently watching everyone until now:

Our strategy doesn't necessarily have to be to kill Voldemort here.

"Miss Hamilton?" McGonagall paused for a moment.

Not only McGonagall, but everyone else except Shiloh was stunned for a moment.

Loila looked at them seriously and said, "My research on magic arrays has made a new breakthrough."

"That is—"

"We can try to send our memories to the past through a magic circle."

"What does this mean?" Parkinson asked instinctively, "Memory or something—"

"In other words—" Loila took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's possible to change the past."

"That is, to change the present."

"You mean—go back to the past?" Parkinson asked, his eyes wide. "But the time-travel converter—"

"That's not a time-travel converter, it's a magic circle," Loila explained. "And it doesn't send people back to the past."

"It's about memories—changing the past by sending memories into the past." Loila took a deep breath and said, "And according to my calculations—starting from now on—"

"A magic array that can return to a month ago can be constructed in the shortest possible time."

"That is, going back to—before Headmaster Dumbledore died." Her words made everyone's eyes widen.

"In other words—we can save Headmaster Dumbledore," Loila said, then suddenly lowered her head.

It was absolutely not that I wanted to save him—it was just—just to repay a favor he had done—nothing more.