harleyscars Chapter 183 The Silent Witch and Grindelwald
Chapter 183 The Silent Witch and Grindelwald
Chapter 183 The Silent Witch and Grindelwald (Part 1)
Lord Grindelwald —
Loila bit her lip and looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she was really okay.
The hat Mr. Lupin gave me has been tidied up many times, and the scarf Luna gave me is wrapped up properly—the clothes were even mended overnight—
Miss Nagini also styled Loira's hair, with two braids hanging down from the back of her head to her waist. It was the first time her long silver hair had been styled so neatly.
call----
Take another deep breath—Roy felt ready—was he ready?
Looking at the somewhat cute girl in the mirror, Loila subconsciously felt uncomfortable—she was going to meet Lord Grindelwald, shouldn't she dress up more—more like a dark wizard?
Or perhaps we should go again—
"Miss Hamilton, are you ready?" Dumbledore's voice rang out, making Loira shudder.
"Ready—ready." She muttered to herself as she walked to the office door, then rubbed her face against the owl, Sia.
It seemed that only in this way could she have the courage to open the door in front of her.
"Clatter".
The office door opened, and Dumbledore glanced at Loila before nodding slightly: "Perfect for you, Miss Hamilton."
"Ah—thank you—" Loila said softly, blushing, but when she saw that Dumbledore was still dressed the same as before, she immediately pouted cautiously.
You're going to see Lord Grindelwald, why are you dressed exactly the same as before? Don't you have any respect? You idiot!
However, it seems a bit too early to talk about these things with Dumbledore now. After I meet Lord Grindelwald and defeat Dumbledore, I will teach him what manners are!
Hmph! Loila followed behind Dumbledore with a slight smile on her lips—well, as for what etiquette is, please allow me to read some books during my break to learn about it.
"Please, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore's voice came, and he extended his hand politely, saying, "We'll Apparate there."
"Hmm." Loila carefully pinched Dumbledore's sleeve. She didn't have a habit of shaking hands with a centenarian—and she was also afraid that she might not be able to resist squeezing Dumbledore's hand too hard.
But it seems no matter how hard I squeeze, I can't hurt him.
Once Loila gets nervous, she starts to overthink. She feels her mind is a jumbled mess, and it is in this jumbled mess that they disappear down the corridors of Hogwarts.
With a slight dizziness, the scene around Roy had transformed into a river valley, and above the valley stood a solitary castle.
Seeing the castle, Loila trembled slightly—it was the place she had once considered home, the place where she had lived for three years—Numontard.
A place I haven't seen for fifty years —
"This is Nurmengard," Dumbledore explained softly.
Of course I know! Loila bit her lip, looking at the dilapidated place, and subconsciously clenched her sleeves.
"Let's go," Dumbledore said, taking a slow step. It wasn't far from Nurmengard, but to Loyra it felt like fifty years had passed.
Fifty years—Loila still couldn't quite believe it—that she had been in a coma for fifty years, but the pale white walls of Nurmengard, the broken exterior walls, and the glass that was already half missing all proved it.
Time flies, the years are like a shuttle.
As the two reached the entrance to Nurmengard, Loila sensed the presence of some kind of spell around them—an anti-Apparition spell—
This is also why Royla couldn't return here even after obtaining the wand.
In addition, there are concealment spells, Muggle exorcism spells, and various protective spells here, so that this place will not be noticed and will not be entered by anyone at will.
Furthermore, Loila also estimated that there must be some kind of sensing spell left by Dumbledore here, and if someone were to enter, he would definitely discover it.
This is Lord Grindelwald's house!
Loila gripped her wand tightly, wishing she could cast a killing curse on Dumbledore right now—especially after she entered Nurmengard.
The once luxurious hall of Nurmengard now had a large hole in it, and cold winds howled in and out. The carpet that Loila had accidentally spilled sauce on was gone, replaced by a bare stone floor.
The long table where countless UMNO members had been drinking and chatting was now filthy, and the gold and silver candlesticks were nowhere to be found; only the cold fireplace remained.
No flames ignited.
"For the greater good."
Even this once-resonant phrase is now faded and worn, and just looking at it makes Loila feel dizzy.
Even after a year, she still found it hard to accept the changes in Nurmengard.
He had been missing for fifty years, and had thus betrayed Lord Grindelwald's trust.
And just like that, I left this warm "home".
"squeak----"
The two walked up the stairs one after the other, making a soft creaking sound. The jarring noise made Loila tremble uncontrollably—looking at Dumbledore's back, she subconsciously wanted to raise her wand in her right hand.
"We've arrived."
But that calm, gentle voice made her tremble and stop.
Her gaze followed the direction—it was a small room—though it wasn't Lord Grindelwald's original room, Loira found it incredibly familiar.
Because this used to be her room—right next to Lord Grindelwald's room—though small, it had everything she needed, but now—it had become a cage imprisoning Lord Grindelwald.
Standing at the doorway, Dumbledore smiled gently: "I've already spoken with him."
"He knows you're here," he said, bowing slightly and reaching out to knock on the door.
"Grindelwald," he said softly, his tone devoid of emotion.
"Ah—Dumbledore."
It was a hoarse voice, so hoarse that Loila couldn't believe it belonged to Lord Grindelwald—so hoarse that tears welled up in her eyes just from hearing it.
"Grind—" she murmured unconsciously, but was interrupted by a soft sound from inside the door.
That was the sound of a cane, or some kind of stick, hitting the floor.
"Is she here too?" the hoarse voice asked.
"Of course," Dumbledore shrugged. "After all, I promised Miss Hamilton last year."
He nodded slightly to Loila, "Please try to control your emotions, Miss Hamilton."
"Don't kill him."
"————" Loila didn't speak, but instead clenched her sleeves tightly to prevent herself from pulling out her wand and doing something irrational.
Dumbledore watched her body tremble slightly, but said nothing. He simply gave her a gentle smile and walked away.
He seemed unprepared to listen to Miss Hamilton and Grindelwald's private, secret conversation.
As his footsteps faded into the distance, the castle seemed to fall silent.
It was quiet, just like the day Loila left, just like the last time Loila saw Grindelwald.
"Please come in, Miss Hamilton." A hoarse voice came from inside the door, but it made Loila subconsciously feel a kind of hallucination.
That magnetic voice seemed to be ringing in my ears again.
"Welcome, Loila."
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