svetikya Chapter 488 The Silent Witch and the Silent Witch
Chapter 488 The Silent Witch and the Silent Witch
Chapter 488 The Silent Witch and the Silent Witch (Part 2)
"Bang!"
Royla, struck by the Killing Curse, fell from the Goblet of Fire, tumbling several times on the steps before landing.
"Professor Hamilton?!" Harry was startled by what he saw, but he didn't know which Professor Hamilton had fallen.
Did the real Professor Hamilton win?
Is it the fake one?
"Cough cough cough!"
"I'm not dead yet, Mr. Potter! Don't shout in such a miserable voice!" Loila struggled to her feet, but she was indeed fortunate that the magic-blocking array had helped her block the attack.
Otherwise, I would become the first person I kill!
But that's enough!
Loila pursed her lips and looked at the clone that had turned to look at her because of Harry's shout. She took a deep breath and then wiped her forehead with her left hand.
She nodded gently after feeling the slight warmth in her hand.
After taking a few steps up the stairs, he aimed his wand at the replica and flicked it.
She couldn't let Mr. Potter face his clone.
As her attack came, the clone dodged the stun spell with a quick movement, then twisted and unleashed a killing spell.
"Bang!"
Loila swung her wand to deflect the Killing Curse, then gritted her teeth.
Repairing the magic circle while simultaneously fending off its own clone is undoubtedly extremely difficult—but—it should still be possible to sever the connection between the magic circle and the mirror.
And if that's the case—
Loila took a deep breath, thinking this: "Mr. Potter—don't interfere—no matter what happens!"
As she spoke, her self-light shifted from the stunned Harry to the clone in front of her.
Her silver hair moved without wind, and her raised wand seemed ready to be swung.
So that's why my pointed ears stand up so high during battle?
Suddenly, Loila's eyes caught sight of this somewhat strange scene—and she immediately raised her wand, pointing it at her clone.
"Bang!"
The two spells collided in mid-air, sparking blinding sparks.
The Killing Curse and the Disarming Curse are linked again, and now is the perfect opportunity!
Harry pursed his lips as he watched the scene unfold before him, instinctively wanting to raise his wand to help Professor Hamilton. Having distinguished friend from foe, he finally found an opportunity.
If a spell were to strike the shadow from behind at that moment—
But Professor Hamilton had just told him not to interfere—Harry gripped his wand tightly as he watched the professor, who was inexplicably refusing to open the connection and was already at a disadvantage.
Professor Hamilton held his wand in one hand, while the other hand hung slightly lower. Not only that, but he also lowered his body further and further, almost crouching down to parry the attack in front of him.
This is a bit too much—too far-fetched!
Harry could clearly see the linked beams of light steadily approaching Professor Hamilton; the pale green spell was far more powerful than the silver one.
The shadow gripped its wand tightly with both hands, pushing the spell toward Professor Hamilton in the most powerful and stable way.
Harry was now caught in a deep dilemma: should he help?
He knew that even if he unleashed the spell, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat the clone, but at least he could save Professor Hamilton, right?
But—Professor Hamilton just now—Harry trusts Professor Hamilton; you could say he's the Hogwarts professor he trusts the most.
She is powerful, interesting, and intelligent—and has even saved her own life—not only that—she has never let anyone down.
Harry took a deep breath, slightly raised his wand, and stared intently at the shimmering spell before him. If the spell got any closer to Professor Hamilton, he would intervene.
I can't just stand by and watch—just watch Professor Hamilton get injured.
But just then, a clear sound rang out, and to Harry's astonishment, the connecting spell broke in an instant, and the person who cast the spell, the shadow with his back to Harry, suddenly swayed.
Starting from her feet, she slowly and gradually transformed into blue specks of light from bottom to top.
She seemed stunned, looking down at her hands, watching herself slowly disappear.
ended?
Harry looked at Professor Hamilton, who slowly stood up and then let out a slight sigh of relief.
"It's over," Loila murmured to herself, shaking her numb right hand and then her left.
The magic circle in front of her was completely unrecognizable, but even so, she still completed her mission.
That means the flow of magic has been interrupted.
Without the magic flowing into the mirror, the clone could no longer maintain itself.
Moreover, by this time, all the shadows in the entire maze should have disappeared.
In that case, it should be complete, right?
Loila swayed and almost collapsed to the ground, but luckily she managed to steady herself on the platform where the Goblet of Fire should have been placed.
After taking a few more deep breaths, she finally had time to check on the students.
Apart from Mr. Potter, the other five people were sitting quietly in the corner.
Mr. Potter himself had already come over.
Is he here to collect the Goblet of Fire?
Loila paused for a moment; according to the rules, Mr. Potter was indeed the winner of the match.
"Professor Hamilton!"
To Loila's surprise, Harry didn't look at the Goblet of Fire lying on the ground, but instead walked over to her.
"Are you alright, Professor Hamilton?"
The concerned voice startled Loila for a moment, and she quickly shook her head, saying, "I—I'm fine."
"I'm just a little tired," she muttered, then took a few steps back and shook her head.
"Is your head alright?" Harry asked slowly, looking at Loyra's bleeding forehead.
"It's nothing—and I should even thank it." Loila forced a slightly awkward smile.
"Without it—it would be difficult to modify the magic circle." Loyra's words startled Harry, who turned to look at the magic circle's central hub in front of Loyra.
So, was Professor Hamilton just resisting the curse while simultaneously repairing the magic circle in front of him?
Loila felt extremely pleased with Harry's surprised look.
Praise me, Mr. Potter! This is the greatest magic circle ever made!
However, her perspective seemed to be slightly different.
"I severed the connection between the mirror and the magic," Royla couldn't help but say. "So now that the mirror has no magic, it can no longer replicate."
"It was originally designed to replicate the person it illuminates—" Luo Yili, who had been talking quite animatedly about the magic circle, shook her head: "But for some reason, it's replicating me now—"
"And not only that—the magic circle has been altered—which was originally impossible—" She seemed a little less confident when talking about this.
So she pursed her lips and changed the subject.
"Um—Mr. Potter—are they all alright?"
"They're all fine," Harry nodded and said. "They just passed out."
That's good—I'm so glad I won't be tortured by Dumbledore because a student died—
A faint smile appeared on Loila's somewhat pale face.
"Oh, right, Mr. Potter." Remembering something, Loila looked at the Goblet of Fire on the ground: "Perhaps—"
You—you should pick it up—”
Before she could finish speaking, the Goblet of Fire suddenly rose from the ground, and then, to her and Harry's surprise, flew over their heads and slowly floated to the entrance of the hall.
There stood a man dressed in a black robe, and the Goblet of Fire gently landed in his hand.
"Professor Hamilton, have I disturbed you?"
What are you doing here?
Didn't you leave?
Loila stared blankly at the incredibly familiar person in front of her.
That was Wilhelm von Steinberg, an Auror from the German Ministry of Magic.
He seemed quite pleased with Loila's expression and gave a slight chuckle: "A bit of a surprise, isn't it?"
That smile made Loila's heart skip a beat, and she instinctively used her arm to shield Harry behind her, even though she was no longer as tall as him.
But she did it anyway.
The reason was simple: that smile reminded Loira of someone incredibly familiar—and she also remembered Mr. Lupin's earlier words—
Is the person in front of me really Steinberg?
No—he's more likely—Voldemort.
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