The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 102 People from the Ministry of Magic Arrive

Chapter 102 People from the Ministry of Magic Arrive

As Christmas approaches, Hogwarts is gradually filled with a festive atmosphere. Many young wizards begin to wear red scarves and little hats, and also start talking about gifts.

Of course, such conversations didn't exist in Defense Against the Dark Arts class; a silent atmosphere still enveloped the class, but everyone had gotten used to it.

I even kind of like it. After all, after experiencing Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it would be hard to find someone who could still offer opinions on Loira's class.

After another Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, Roy breathed a sigh of relief and carefully closed the office door.

As she plopped down in the chair, a slight relaxation slowly spread across her somewhat youthful face.

call!

Another day has come to an end. Although I was just standing there during class, the pressure I felt was no less than when I was facing Professor Snape.

Well, especially since I have to endure Professor Snape's torture in my memory before each class.

However, Professor Snape seems to have become even more irritable lately, perhaps because it's winter and it's been snowing a lot? In any case, he gets upset whenever it snows outside.

"Cough cough cough."

Roy coughed a few times and then shrank back, casually waving her wand to make the fire in the fireplace burn even brighter.

Ah—the more I think about it, the colder I feel.

I should think about some important things—besides learning magic circles and snake language, what I need to deal with is Christmas presents, right?

I now have four friends: Mr. Lupin, Miss Lovegood, Hagrid, and Mr. Riddle.

Should I give them a gift?

But what if they don't like the gift I give them? Or what if they didn't prepare a return gift for me? Will giving them a gift bother them?

And, Loira thought about it and realized she still needed to give the students gifts. After all, they had said they would give her a surprise gift at the last ball.

Even though she already knew what the surprise was, and even though she herself had become part of the surprise.

Ah, deciding what gifts to give to so many people at once is both a happy and troublesome thing.

Roy had actually been thinking about whether to create a new magic circle tool, but he didn't have any ideas for the time being.

There are still two weeks until Christmas—maybe I can come up with some new ideas for learning magic arrays in these two weeks?

Luo Yili felt that she was close to deciphering a magic circle. Of course, this magic circle was not the one copied from the diary, whose effects were still unknown.

Roy had a strange premonition that the magic circle, which was about to be deciphered, might be able to help him. Of course, if it didn't work, he would just buy them some honey candy. That would be a gift too, right?

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in Roy's office, accompanied by a few glints of silver light.

"what!"

Roy screamed and jumped up from her chair, sitting on the table while raising her wand with trembling hands.

"Professor Hamilton! Please don't do it!"

After recognizing who it was, Roy pursed his lips and put away his wand.

"Mr. Bibibi?"

It was a house-elf from Hogwarts who had clearly told me not to suddenly appear in front of me like this!

Roy almost dropped his wand and cast a killing spell.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has a message for you that I urgently need to convey," Bibi said with a slight bow, quite politely.

"Wh-what information?" Loira pursed her lips and carefully got off the table.

"This matter is related to the Ministry of Magic."

"Magic—the Ministry of Magic?" Loira felt like she hadn't heard from them in a while; the last time she heard from them was when she fainted in the Forbidden Forest.

Mr. Parkinson's came to see me. So what about this time?

What happened this time?

Roy looked at Bibi with some confusion. The house-elf bowed slightly before continuing, "They said they have something to discuss with you."

"Is...is something wrong?!" Loira plopped back down on the table. "I...I didn't do anything!"

As she spoke, Loira also thought for a moment to make sure that she hadn't done anything wrong in the past few months! She also made sure that she hadn't been controlled by anyone using the Imperius Curse to do anything bad in the past few months.

In short, I didn't do anything!

"I don't know about that," Bibi shook her head and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore said he hopes you can go to the headmaster's office immediately."

"Now? Now?" Loira said, her body trembling. "I'm not ready yet..."

This is way too fast! I only just found out about this. Shouldn't I have at least a few days to prepare?

"It seems that Mr. Scrinker, the Auror's Chief of Staff, has also arrived. He is currently waiting for you in the Principal's Office."

"Ah—ah?" Roy's fear deepened. She didn't want to see Director Scrimgeour; he was a vampire!

And it was also very, very terrible—those few days working at the Ministry of Magic left Roy with very terrible memories!

Roy held onto the chair with all her might to keep from fainting, but even so, she was terrified.

If this doesn't work, should I either... or run away?

But since he couldn't Apparate at Hogwarts, Roy bit his lip and looked at Bibi, suddenly feeling a little scared and on the verge of crying.

Thankfully—at this moment Bibi seemed to have thought of something and said, "Don't worry, Miss Hamilton."

"I remember—they seemed quite pleased," he said, shrugging. "They probably weren't there to arrest you."

"Is this how it is?" Roy's voice trembled slightly.

Even so—it's still—still terrifying! A huge group of unfamiliar Aurors, plus Director Scrimgeour!

"I—I don't want to go," Loira whispered. "Tell Dumbledore I'm sick, cough cough cough—."

"Ah—perhaps this is true."

"No need to bother comparing."

"Huh? Really?" Roy was first delighted, then suddenly shocked: "Damn it, dam ...

"Good afternoon, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore's voice came from the doorway. "I spoke with Director Rufus Scrimgeour."

"He's decided to come to your office in person," Dumbledore said, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "They're here about the Forbidden Forest."

"Forbidden—Forbidden Forest?" Loira wondered again if she had done anything out of line in the Forbidden Forest. She shouldn't have, right?

"That's right, Miss Hamilton," Scrimgeour's voice came, still as serious and rigid as ever. "We're here about the Forbidden Forest."

"To commend you," he said, pausing for a moment, "and also to discuss some past matters with you."

Before—what happened before? How long ago? And—and didn't he call her Miss Hamilton? Did he already know her identity?

Roy looked at the door with a hint of fear. It was a dark gate to hell, and behind it stood the vampire Scrimgeour and the mysterious Dumbledore!