The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 695 The Era of Great Engraving

"It's been a while."

As soon as they stepped into the Room of Requirement, Gryffindor slowly walked out.

"Ugh!" Loila shuddered, startled by his sudden appearance.

"Don't be so dramatic, okay?" Gryffindor raised an eyebrow at her. "You're the Headmaster of Hogwarts now, after all."

"Principal—even the principal can't withstand such a scare," Loila said helplessly, pursing her lips.

She had completely forgotten about these four guys—after all, she hadn't been back for a while, and when she returned, she was startled by them.

By the way, how did you know I'm the principal now? Wasn't my previous title the successor?

To be honest, the heir is more handsome.

"So if you become the headmaster—then Dumbledore is dead, right?" Gryffindor asked casually.

"Hmm...hmm." Loila nodded gently. "He was killed by Voldemort's Death Eaters not long ago."

Gryffindor nodded thoughtfully: "So that's what happened a few days ago—"

"You actually knew?" Loila was taken aback.

"Of course I know." Gryffindor nodded slightly. "We are the current guardians of Hogwarts."

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Why didn't the Guardians go out to help Dumbledore?

Under Loira's gaze, Gryffindor seemed a little embarrassed. He coughed and said, "Although we are the Guardians, we can only help when the Headmaster asks us for it."

He shook his head slightly as he spoke: "Dumbledore did not ask for our help."

Because he did it with the intention of dying.

Loila sighed and shook her head: "It's okay—"

"Voldemort may attack again—then we'll need your help."

"I understand." Gryffindor nodded slightly, then circled Loira once. "Then what brings you here?"

"It's definitely not just to chat with us, right?"

"No—no." Loila shook her head and said, "I need to construct a magic circle—I need to use the magic of the House of Requirement."

"The magical reserves here are the largest in all of Hogwarts."

"I see—" Gryffindor nodded slightly. "I have absolutely no idea what you're trying to do."

Under Loila's gaze, he shrugged: "Sorry, I really don't know much about magic circles."

"Should I call Ravenclaw out?"

"No need." Loila declined his offer. The prototype of the magic circle had already been designed by her father, and she was just making some modifications to it—it wasn't a difficult task.

The only problem is the sheer scale of the project, since this magic circle will cover almost the entire Hogwarts.

Loila nodded slightly at this thought, then raised her wand and flicked it.

She had certainly considered this—perhaps having the students help would be a good option, but it would be bad if something went wrong, or if the students got hurt because of the problem with the magic array engraving.

Therefore, the only person Royla can trust, feel at ease with, and not be afraid of getting hurt is herself.

With a flick of her wand, a mirror emerged from the Space Scroll in her arms, wobbling as it steadied itself in the Room of Requirement.

As Loila's face was reflected in it, a shadow exactly like her trembled slightly and then emerged.

Looking at the shadow in front of her that looked exactly like herself, Loila nodded gently.

It's a bit of a shame—not only does one's own shadow require one's own magic power, making it difficult to use in combat, but it also interferes with the original body when it's killed—otherwise, if one could create a hundred copies of oneself at once, wouldn't killing Voldemort be a piece of cake?

But this is something I can only dream about in my mind.

"You can understand magic circles, right?" Loila coughed and slowly asked in front of her clone.

"—" The clone nodded silently, but because the movement was too big, it threw off its hat.

Is everything really okay?

Looking at the clone who was blankly picking up the hat, Loila couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Did she seem that stupid before?

No, no, no—this is me—or rather—is she just woken up?

Watching the clone pick up the magic array blueprints, look at them for a few seconds, and then slowly begin to work, Loila felt that she should still trust her.

After all, it seems there's no other way but to believe in yourself, isn't there?

Then Loila looked at the mirror again and gently waved her wand to reactivate it.

Before long, seven or eight Loilas were standing in the entire Request Room. These Loilas looked at each other, all staring blankly.

The smartest one among them is, of course, Royla herself.

She is assigning tasks in an orderly manner.

"Loila II, your mission is to draw the magic circle from the Requirement Room to the fourth floor —"

"Loila No. 3, you're in charge of drawing the dormitories for each college—"

"Loila Four—Loila Four!" Loila tapped her somewhat bewildered self.

"Your task is to draw the restrooms on each floor."

Watching her walk a few steps away, Loila suddenly remembered something and quickly called out to her, "Oh, right, don't draw the boys' restroom!"

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Loila watched her leave in silence, a little uneasy.

I was clearly just assigning tasks to the clones, so why does it feel like—like I'm watching my daughter go out—?

Are they capable of doing a good job?

At this point, all we can do is believe it.

If you can't even trust yourself, then it seems like there's no one else—well, actually, the person Royla trusts the least is herself.

If Miss Shiloh knew anything about magic circles, that would be wonderful. Just looking at a few copies of Miss Shiloh would be a feast for the eyes.

Don't you think so, Miss Shiloh?

"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment, staring blankly at Miss Shiloh standing there.

What are you doing here, Miss Shiloh?

"I've come to see if you need any help," Shiloh said casually. She looked at the Loila in front of her with interest, then reached out and pinched her.

"Your clone is quite realistic—it even blushes."

"Because what you sculpted is—it's me!" Loila blushed and took a few steps back, rubbing her face and looking at Miss Hilo with dissatisfaction.

"?" Shiloh paused for a moment, then blinked slightly.

"Haha—the clone can even talk!"

"Miss Hilo, please don't pretend nothing happened!"

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