69novels Chapter 169
Chapter 169
Chapter 169
"Buzz~ Buzz~"
The melodious sound of a harmonica drifted from the cabin in the woods, floating up the treetops and then swirling into the water along with the falling leaves.
The silver-haired girl smiled gently, splashing water with her toes, and then slightly lowered the harmonica in her hand.
"Mommy, what are you blowing?" A girl nearby, also splashing in the water, tugged at her robe.
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It sounds so good!
"Just kidding." The girl reached out and patted the other girl's head. "Why don't you go with Daddy?"
"Weren't you most interested in his magic circle?"
"Hehe!" The girl laughed and shook her head. "Sometimes Loila wants to be with her mom too!"
"I love it when Mom plays the harmonica!"
"I see—" The girl gently picked up the harmonica. "Loira, would you like to learn?"
"Can I...?"
"Of course!" The girl poked the other girl's head with a finger. "Shall we give Daddy a surprise?"
"Okay, Mom!"
"Mother----"
"call----
Loila suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the familiar ceiling in front of her, and took a deep breath.
This is the Hogwarts Hospital.
Loila pursed her lips and began to ponder what had happened.
After capturing Mr. Lockhart, he left Miss Nagini there to guard him—while he rushed back to Hogwarts—
Then—it was all those things that happened before—finally, she seemed to have fainted—because she was—Loila hurriedly touched her face, naturally, she could only touch her own skin.
I was seen! And by a student at that!
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I really want to die — wait — talking about — Roy thought of Mr. Reed — or rather, Voldemort.
He killed him himself—and—and even used the Killing Curse—in front of a student.
"Alas!"
Could it be that I'm going to end up in Azkaban? The thought of meeting Mr. Lockhart again in Azkaban sent a shiver down Roy's spine.
No—no!
Should I—should I just run away? Lord Grindelwald surely—surely he can understand, right?
After all, only by living can one—can one strive for a greater good!
She jumped out of bed, grabbed her wand and flicked it to summon the robe hanging on the hanger, then casually picked up the half-mask that was on the table.
But just as she put on her boots, the door to the infirmary was pushed open.
The one who walked in was none other than Dumbledore!
"Deng Deng————" Loila couldn't even pronounce his name this time! After all, she had really gotten herself into big trouble this time.
Not only did they bring Voldemort to the school, they also resurrected him! He harmed the students and Professor McGonagall, and incidentally turned a Defense Against the Dark Arts office into ruins!
These losses probably wouldn't even be enough to cover them if I sold myself for medicine! And I even used a killing curse—
Dumbledore must be here to arrest me!
"Miss Hamilton, you're awake?" Dumbledore visibly paused for a moment upon seeing Loira's attire. "What's this?"
"Ah—I—" Loila stammered awkwardly, "I want to go out—for a walk."
"Ha ha ha ha----"
There couldn't be a more awkward laugh than this, could there?
As Loila's laughter grew fainter, Dumbledore smiled.
"Don't rush out," he said in a low voice. "Can we talk first?"
No way! I don't want to chat with you! I want to—I want to go home!
Loila's pointed ears twitched nervously, but she was eventually forced to sit back on the bed by Dumbledore's smile.
"What happened yesterday—I must say, was beyond my expectations." Dumbledore coughed lightly and said slowly, "And Miss Hamilton, your performance—"
"I'm so sorry!" Royla said, her head bowed and her hands clutching the hem of her clothes. "I...I don't want to go to Azkaban!"
"Azkaban?" Dumbledore's smile widened. "Then—may I ask what you've done wrong?"
"I used the Killing Curse on Voldemort."
"uh-huh."
"I also—I even brought him to school—"
"Oh~"
"I—I also—I also destroyed an office—"
"Is that so?"
"Is that so?" Loila suddenly looked up and saw Dumbledore's smile.
What are you laughing at, you old man! I'm talking about something very serious!
"Miss Hamilton—" Dumbledore gently reached out and patted Loila's shoulder, causing her to shudder involuntarily.
"I am very grateful for your help to Hogwarts."
"Huh? Huh?" Loila's gaze froze for a moment; she didn't understand Dumbledore's meaning.
"What I mean is thank you for saving Hogwarts," Dumbledore explained. "You thwarted Voldemort's attempt to resurrect himself, destroyed his Dark Magic artifacts—and then saved the lives of three students and a professor."
"Oh—you also caught the fraudster Lockhart," Dumbledore added as if remembering something.
"Is that so?" Loila was stunned. This seemed to be seriously inconsistent with the facts. Voldemort was brought into Hogwarts by her. The diary was also brought in by her. She even provided life force for his resurrection.
"Of course," Dumbledore shrugged. "Or would you prefer another story?"
"Miss Hamilton, a Death Eater, attempted to resurrect Voldemort. Three students and a professor fought desperately against her, eventually awakening the last vestiges of her conscience. However, she still violated the Ministry of Magic's rules and recklessly used the Killing Spree."
"Given this, we have no choice but to send him to Azkaban—" As Dumbledore spoke, Royla lowered her head further and further until it was almost touching her knees.
"I----"
She wanted to explain something, but unexpectedly discovered that it was exactly the truth.
Looking at her pale face, Dumbledore smiled with pleasure.
"Alright, Miss Hamilton," he patted Loila on the shoulder again, "it was just a joke."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up and looked out at the sun through the glass of the school hospital.
"In any case, you saved Hogwarts and thwarted Voldemort's plot."
"Hogwarts has lost nothing, except an incompetent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." He said, looking at Loila, "I must say, Miss Hamilton."
"Hiring you as a professor may be one of the best decisions I've ever made." Dumbledore's words made Loira purse her lips.
She understood Dumbledore's meaning—he was going to protect me?!
Dumbledore, you really are a bad guy! You don't even send someone like me to Azkaban? — But — but this seems kind of good too —
Of course, I won't think you're a good person just because of this! You're a real scoundrel—seemingly remembering something, Loila pursed her lips and asked, "You—you actually already knew all this—these things, didn't you?"
"Ah—" Dumbledore's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "Miss Hamilton, these things are all in the past now, aren't they?"
"Whether I knew these things in advance or not—it doesn't seem to matter much." He shrugged and walked to the entrance of the school hospital.
"Shouldn't you be more worried about something else?"
"Wh--what's going on?" Loila was taken aback.
"Of course, it's the Pinecone Party." Dumbledore blinked and, to Loira's surprise, yanked open the door to the university hospital.
"Miss Hamilton is awake."
Along with his voice, Loila heard a cheer, followed by—a group of students rushing in.
No—no! I haven't put on my mask yet! So many students—I—Roy hurriedly put on her mask and pulled up her hood, but even so, she couldn't stop the students from crowding around her bedside.
Even without turning around, Dumbledore could guess Royla's expression. He smiled and then walked away against the flow of students.
He still has his own work to do.