The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 705 Procrastination

"Clatter—clatter—" Harry stood silently in the corridor. He had just learned that Professor Rozier and Mr. Moody had been killed by Voldemort.

Although Professor Rosier only taught him for a year, she was indeed an excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—and as far as Harry knew, she was also a friend of Professor Hamilton.

I wonder how Professor Hamilton is doing.

And Mr. Moody—who was the leader of the Order of the Phoenix after Dumbledore's death, and who had also been killed by Voldemort—looked at the ruins of Hogwarts and couldn't help but sigh again.

And what is this "savior" doing?

He did nothing—he was just engraving magic circles. He neither fought Voldemort nor protected anyone—and even when someone sacrificed themselves for him, he was still playing with graffiti on the ground.

That's right, sacrificing for oneself.

That's what Harry thinks.

After all, Voldemort always wanted only himself—and it was precisely to protect himself that Hogwarts was...

He attacked.

But he ended up hiding behind everyone—this was definitely not what Harry wanted to do. He was standing there to protect everyone, not to hide behind them.

"Mr. Potter."

Just then, a sudden call brought him back to his senses. Looking up, he saw Minister Scrinzer with a serious expression.

"Mr. Potter, please come with me for a moment," he said slowly, then walked toward the Room of Requirement.

"Is something the matter?" Harry couldn't help but ask as he followed behind, "Has it finally been decided that I'll have to fight too?"

After a few seconds of silence, Scrimgeour said, "No."

“Then I want to fight,” Harry said immediately. “I don’t want to see people die because of me, sacrificed because of me.”

"They didn't die just for you." Scrimgeour paused, then turned to Harry and said, "They died for the future of the wizarding world."

Seeing Harry's silence, Scrimgeour shook his head slightly, then continued to lead Harry quickly toward the Room of Requirement.

Soon, the door to the Room of Requirement was pushed open, and the two entered.

"Mr. Potter." Besides Minister Scrimgeour, the only other person standing there was Professor Hamilton, who had a mirror next to her and was looking intently at Harry.

"What does this mean?" Harry recognized the mirror; it was a mirror that could replicate other people, and all the current Professor Hamiltons at Hogwarts were made from it.

And now it is necessary to————

"Voldemort has sent someone to negotiate," Scrimgeour said slowly. "He demands either you or Miss Hamilton."

"After our discussion, we've decided to have your clone impersonate you to meet Voldemort in order to buy some time." Scrimgeour's words silenced Harry for a few seconds.

Then he said slowly, "If Voldemort wants me—why not send me himself?"

"If I die, he won't attack Hogwarts, right?"

Upon hearing this, both Loila and Scrimgeour fell silent.

Then—Loira walked to Harry's side and slowly raised her hand.

"Snapped!"

"Are you an idiot?" Loila couldn't help but ask, "What do you take Miss Shiloh—Mr. Moody, and the sacrifices of everyone else for?!"

"They all died protecting you—protecting me."

"So now you're preparing to die?" Loyra's unusually angry expression left Harry speechless. He seemed intimidated by Loyra, or perhaps it was because he saw the redness around her eyes.

"Mr. Potter," Scrimgeour spoke slowly, "even if you are handed over, Voldemort will not stop."

"He was never that kind of person."

"He will only stop after he has killed all the rebels."

"I—" Harry paused for a few seconds, then looked at Loila and said, "I'm sorry, Professor Hamilton—that's not what I meant—"

Loila also showed a slightly embarrassed expression—she had just lost her temper and rushed up to slap Mr. Potter—but what he just said was really stupid!

What did he take Miss Shiloh and Mr. Moody's sacrifices for?! He actually thought he could just walk out and be safe and sound at a time like this—

But—Loyla actually understood Harry's thoughts, because she and Harry were in the same situation—they could only watch countless people die for them—and they were powerless to do anything about it.

"What we need now is time," Scrimgeour said slowly. "To buy every bit of time we can."

Harry nodded seriously upon hearing this, then clenched his fist: "I understand."

"Then—then let's begin." Loila had also composed herself, and she raised her wand and gently tapped the mirror.

"Is this the Harry Potter they handed over?" Voldemort stared at the silent Harry before him.

He gave a sarcastic smile.

"At a time like this, you're still handing over a fake?" He could tell almost immediately that the Harry in front of him wasn't the real one.

He shook his head with a cold laugh, looking at Hogwarts not far away: "These guys are still so arrogant."

"You think no one can understand their magic array?"

Voldemort walked up to Harry, who had been silent, with a cold smile, then raised his wand and pointed it at him.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised an eyebrow as if he understood something.

Then, under the watchful eyes of all the Death Eaters, Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at the fake Harry's temple, then gently turned the wand.

Everything was pale, and the silvery substance was extracted from there by Voldemort.

The replication magic circle doesn't simply replicate a person; it also replicates a part of a person's memories and a part of their soul.

This part of the memory is now on the tip of Voldemort's staff. He slightly disturbed the memory, then casually tossed it into his mind.

After a brief silence, he slowly opened his eyes, but this time, his gaze lacked the composure and calmness he had shown just moments before.

These lunatics—they actually have such cheating methods?!

Voldemort frowned and raised his wand high: "Attack now!"

"Our target is the Room of Requirement on the top floor of Hogwarts!"

"We must destroy that place!" Voldemort said, flicking his wand without hesitation, and immediately went to the front line of the battlefield.

He saw it; he saw the magic array that reversed time, and he saw the silver-haired girl's audacious idea.

He absolutely would not allow—absolutely would not allow anyone to reverse everything before him.