The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 700 Plan

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Loila pursed her lips as she looked at the wizard chess set on the table. She had never been good at chess, after all, if she were really good at it—she might not have lost to Dumbledore.

The reason is simple: she doesn't want to lose any pieces; she always wants to win a game without losing a single piece.

And that's impossible—

Seeing Loila's silence, Lupin didn't say anything either, but smiled gently and leaned back in his chair to wait.

Before long, more and more people filled the room, until finally, everyone had arrived.

Miss Shiloh and Miss Emma represented the Malay Party, Mr. Moody and Mr. Lupin represented the Order of the Phoenix, and then there was Miss Shire, who pulled up a chair and sat down next to Loila.

Finally, Mr. Parkinson and Mr. Scrinker, both of them with grave expressions.

"Everyone should be here by now, right?" Scrimgeour spoke first, nodding slightly as he looked at Loila sitting in the headmaster's seat. "Miss Hamilton—Voldemort will probably gather his power soon."

"We need to start planning our strategy now."

"Hmm." Loila took a deep breath and, as if coming back to her senses, raised her wand. With her movement, a three-dimensional Hogwarts model appeared on the round table in front of everyone's chairs.

"Hogwarts—there are two main ways to enter," Professor McGonagall, who had worked at Hogwarts the longest among those present, said slowly. "One is the long wooden bridge that leads from the back of Hogwarts, which is the Quidditch pitch."

"The roads here are narrow, and the long bridge can only accommodate two or three people side by side at most."

"Then we can reduce the number of people we need here." Shiloh nodded slightly. "Perhaps we could station the Hamilton family members here?"

Compared to the Vigilantes, the Ministry of Magic, and the Order of the Phoenix, the wizards supported by the Hamilton family are the least skilled in combat, since the Hamilton family's main business is commerce.

"Okay." Xirui nodded gently upon hearing this. "Leave it to us."

"If the enemy is about to breach the bridge, we will destroy it." hope Rui's words were met with nods of agreement from the others.

This is the safest approach.

"Then, apart from the back door, there's only the main entrance, which will definitely be Voldemort's main attack direction." McGonagall said, gently nodding with her wand at the main entrance of Hogwarts.

This area is connected by a wider stone bridge, which is how students usually enter and exit, and it leads directly to the auditorium.

The Great Hall is connected to the central hall of Hogwarts; if this place falls, the first floor of Hogwarts will essentially be lost.

Therefore, this should be the main direction of defense.

"We can take charge here," Scrimgeour said slowly. "The Ministry of Magic has over a hundred Aurors available for deployment."

"Defending this place for the time being shouldn't be a problem." He then looked at Loyal: "Miss Hamilton—how much longer will it take to complete the magic circle?"

"Two days," Loila said succinctly, her gaze fixed on the Hogwarts model, seemingly lost in thought.

"That might not be enough with just us," Parkinson chimed in, looking at Shiloh. "Miss Shiloh, how many people can the Mughal Party mobilize?"

"We brought a total of 252 wizards." Shiloh's words startled Scrimgeour.

"So many?" He paused and said, "This should be all the members of the UMNO party, right?"

"It's all the members who can fight," Hilo said slowly. "Not only the wizards from the main branch of the Masonic Party, but also the wizards from the German branch."

"Isn't this a bit too much—" Parkinson said hesitantly, "We don't need to protect you—"

What department or what?

"No need." Shiloh shook her head. "Now that we've come this far, it's time to go all in." She said, looking at the silent Loila.

"Whether you truly trust her or not, I trust her." Hilo's words were cold yet remarkably firm: "Even if Nurmengard were under attack by Voldemort right now—we wouldn't bother defending it or anything."

Her words made everyone present purse their lips.

Loila was also a little surprised—she looked at Hilo with complicated emotions, unsure of what to say for a moment.

What if—what if I make a mistake, Miss Shiloh?

If the magic circle malfunctions—

Loila's eyes met Shiloh's, and she understood what Miss Shiloh was thinking.

She unconditionally trusted herself—trust—

Loila's wavering emotions immediately subsided—Mr. Lupin, Miss Shiloh, and Dumbledore—Lord Grindelwald, and even her father—they all trusted her.

Why can't I trust myself?

The magic circle will definitely succeed.

Miss Shiloh's words caused a long silence, and then Scrimgeour slowly spoke up: "Mr. Parkinson, go and inform all the Aurors."

"Come and defend Hogwarts," he said. "Miss Rosier is right."

"Now that we've decided to trust Miss Hamilton, let's put all our bets on this."

"After all, if we fail here—what's the point of leaving the others behind?" Parkinson nodded at Scrinker's words and quickly walked out of the principal's office.

As he left, Moody of the Order of the Phoenix spoke up.

"Since the main gate is guarded by the Lich Party and the Ministry of Magic, we will be responsible for protecting the other entrances."

"Hogwarts has more than just these main entrances; there are many side paths as well," he said slowly. "In addition, we need to defend against Dementors in the air and Voldemort's air force."

"He will never let an aerial attack go unchallenged."

His words made everyone nod in agreement.

"The most troublesome thing is what happens next," Shiloh said softly. "Voldemort."

"Who will deal with Voldemort?"

That's right—Voldemort was the most powerful wizard of his time—but ordinary people were no match for him.

"I'll go," Moody volunteered. "I've fought him before—don't let my current state fool you, I can still handle him without any problem." His demonic eyes darted around, demonstrating his determination.

"Mr. Moody alone isn't enough," McGonagall said slowly. "I also—"

"I'll do it," Shiloh said, looking at McGonagall. "Professor McGonagall, as the Vice-Headmaster of Hogwarts—you must be responsible for leading the students."

"Me and my sister—plus Mr. Moody," Shiloh paused, "and—"

"Perhaps I should go," Loila couldn't help but say. "I can hold him off for now—"

"Are you an idiot?" Shiloh couldn't help but ask. "What if you fail?"

"You're not the same person you used to be. Your hand is injured—facing Voldemort would be suicide," Shiloh said slowly. "And if you die, who will activate the magic circle?"

"Not only are you forbidden from fighting, but you also need to hide well in Hogwarts." Heero said, then looked at Lupin: "Mr. Lupin, you're Royla's friend, right?"

"You protect her," Shiloh said slowly, "and then stop her when she does something foolish."

Hilo's serious gaze made Loila purse her lips, but she couldn't say a word.

Seeing that Loila had shut up, Shiloh coughed and said, "Then it's settled."

"If Voldemort makes a move—the three of us should be able to hold him off for a while."

With everyone agreeing, the initial plan to deal with the Death Eater invasion was thus finalized.