The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 5: For...for a greater good!

That's right, we must never give up!

Although fifty years have passed, since Lord Grindelwald is still alive, I cannot give up easily!

Loila took a deep breath and patted her face, her blue eyes gradually hardening.

He couldn't just forget the task and trust Lord Grindelwald had given him, even though... Lord Grindelwald had already lost, but he was still alive.

No matter what happens, I will complete Lord Grindelwald's mission!

Thinking this, Royla felt her fighting spirit renewed. The next time they met, she would ambush Dumbledore and defeat him…

"Bang! Bang!"

Just as Loila clenched her fist, there was a knock on the door.

Immediately afterwards, the tall figure pushed open the door and walked in.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" Royla instinctively took a few steps back and put her hands behind her back.

You said you'd meet again next time, but not now! You should at least have a magic wand first!

"You look well?" Dumbledore smiled, stepped into the room, and casually placed a small bag on the table.

"Here's some food," Dumbledore said casually. "You don't seem to have eaten anything all day yesterday."

"Gurgle~" Along with Dumbledore's words, Loila's stomach made an uncooperative sound, which made her blush and lower her head.

That's right... she seems to have gone without eating for almost two days...

No, this is enemy food; I will never eat food offered in contempt! Thinking this, Loira's hands clenched slightly behind her back, and she asked, "Where is Grindelwald...?"

"I'm going to see him."

"Grindelwald?" Dumbledore paused for a moment, then said, "You want to see him?"

"Hmm...hmm!" Loila pursed her lips and offered the answer she had prepared beforehand: "I have a grudge against him...can I meet with him?"

I definitely didn't want to discuss the revival of UMNO or the mission with him.

"A grudge...?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Miss Hamilton, Grindelwald is a serious criminal as determined by the Wizengamor Conference."

"Unless there are exceptional circumstances, anyone who wants to see him needs permission," Dumbledore said, lowering his voice. "Perhaps there has been a lot of hatred between you."

"But believe me."

"Too much hatred can sometimes overwhelm you, can't it?"

no……

Loila pursed her lips, wanting to refute something, but didn't know how to begin.

I don't actually have any grudge against him! I just wanted an excuse to meet Lord Grindelwald... Don't make it sound like I'd do something to him if I met him!

"I...I have a reason to meet him." After thinking for a long time, Loila finally managed to say this.

A statement that can't even be called an excuse.

But her serious expression made Dumbledore think for a long time.

"Miss Hamilton, what has happened to you in these fifty years?" Dumbledore suddenly changed the subject and asked.

"I..." Loila pursed her lips and recounted what had happened, only mentioning that she had fallen into a coma.

"Is that so?" Dumbledore frowned slightly and pondered for a few seconds. "According to Grindelwald's account..."

"It was the Malashins who attacked you," Dumbledore said, glancing at the stunned Loyra. "You seem to already know this."

Of course I didn't know... and how come it just happens to match the excuse I just made up...

Lord Grindelwald, is this perhaps to cover for me?

Loila pursed her lips, suppressing the emotion in her heart: "I...I encountered members of the Malay Party before I lost consciousness."

"Then it seems... it really was the Lichs who attacked you." Dumbledore paused, "But for some reason, the spell they used didn't kill you; instead, it left you in a coma for fifty years?"

"It should be...right?" Loila muttered uncertainly.

"Hmm..." Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds, then nodded slightly.

"Miss Hamilton, have you thought about what you're going to do next?" he suddenly asked a strange question.

Of course I've thought about it. I'll meet with Lord Grindelwald first, gain your trust, and then defeat you to revitalize the UMNO party for a greater good!

Seeing Loyra's strange expression, Dumbledore coughed lightly and said, "I mean... for your own life."

"Although fifty years have passed, Miss Hamilton, your biological age is undoubtedly still 16 years old."

Hey! Even fifty years ago in 1942, I was already 18!

Loila couldn't help but whisper, "Um... I'm actually eighteen years old..."

"Ah...I see..." Dumbledore glanced at Loira, then blinked. "Miss Hamilton certainly seems quite...promising."

"..."

Loila understood Dumbledore's meaning, and she lowered her head somewhat awkwardly, all the fighting spirit she had just felt vanishing in an instant.

Does he mean that he looks small?

Well, there's nothing I can do about it... I eat the same things as everyone else... but I'm the only one who's not growing! Don't I also have half Veela blood in me?

Loila gritted her teeth, unable to defend herself, and could only lower her head and utter a soft "Mmm."

Seeing Royla's somewhat dejected expression, Dumbledore slowly said, "Getting back to the point, Miss Hamilton, what are your plans for the future?"

"Wizards always need to survive, and as far as I know... you didn't have a job before you disappeared, right?"

Actually, he was... one of the members of the Malay Party...

Of course, Loila couldn't bring herself to say it, so she could only clutch her sleeve and say, "No...no."

"Well then..." Dumbledore gave a meaningful look, "I have a job I can introduce to you."

"Work...work?" Loila pursed her lips, wanting to refuse, after all, she didn't need any work. She had the mission of reviving the Malay Party, but when she met Dumbledore's frank gaze, she felt embarrassed to refuse him.

She has never been good at saying no to others, which is why she ended up in prison and why she joined the UMNO party.

"Hmm, a job at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, taking out a contract from his pocket. "If Miss Hamilton is willing, I hope you can serve as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts next semester."

"Professor...?!" Loila waved her hands hastily, "No...no...I absolutely can't!"

She didn't think she was qualified to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. After all, she was already a problem student at Durmstrang, and many professors didn't like her... Besides, Durmstrang didn't even have a Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

If we're talking about anything related to Defense Against the Dark Arts... then it should be the Dark Arts class, right?

"Miss Hamilton, don't underestimate yourself," Dumbledore chuckled. "As one of Durmstrang's most brilliant students in recent centuries."

"You are perfectly capable of holding any position at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, lowering his voice. "And as far as I know..."

"Miss Hamilton, you seem to know silent spells too, don't you?"

"Huh?" Loila never expected Dumbledore to know so much about her. Could it be that he already knows her true identity?

Just as Loila was thinking this, Dumbledore spoke up and explained, "Miss Hamilton, I also considered finding you and fighting against Grindelwald together back then."

"But unfortunately, I haven't heard from you since 1942." He said, a slight hint of apology flashing across his face. "It seems you met Grindelwald and his men around that time."

"Um... um..." Loila nodded hesitantly. She had indeed encountered Grindelwald... but she had also joined the Wushi Party along the way.

"Therefore you are fully capable of serving as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Dumbledore said with a smile. "After all, you are quite skilled with spells, aren't you?"

"But...but..." Loila still wanted to refuse. How could someone like her, who had trouble communicating with others, be qualified to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

Professors, as a profession, should at least interact with students, right?

"Miss Hamilton, you said you wanted to meet Grindelwald, didn't you?" Dumbledore suddenly brought up what had just happened.

He said, slowly and deliberately, "If... you are willing to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, then at the end of next term, I will accompany you to meet Grindelwald."

"how?"

Meeting Lord Grindelwald...

Loira pursed her lips after hearing Dumbledore's conditions. It seemed like conditions she couldn't refuse... but becoming a professor and all that...

Wait a minute, being a professor seems like a way to gain Dumbledore's trust, after all, isn't he the headmaster of Hogwarts?

If I gain his trust after becoming a professor...

But serving as a professor...

No, Loila! You just said you were determined to complete Lord Grindelwald's mission! How can you give up just because of this... It's just interacting with students, right? They're just a bunch of kids...

She completely forgot that, strictly speaking, she was only just an adult.

"Okay...I...I agree..." Loila stammered, her ears drooping, before finally agreeing to Dumbledore's conditions.

Dumbledore nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Well... Miss Hamilton, I am delighted to hear this news."

After saying that, he took out a few candies from his pocket and put them in Loila's hand.

"To show my welcome to you," he said with a smile, "Beebe Berry Beans." He then ate one himself.

"Biblioth Flavored Beans?" Loila had never eaten this before... It sounded like some kind of snack?

She subconsciously peeled one open and put it in her mouth.

"What does it taste like?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Strawberry flavor?" Loila thought for a moment and said.

"I see..." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. "Mine seems to smell like snot."

"..."

Loila wanted to throw away all the other Flavored Beans she had right away.