The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 490 Broken Memories, Broken People

Chapter 490 Broken Memories, Broken People

That's right—Dumbledore isn't here—even if Mr. Lupin and the others came, they wouldn't be a match for Voldemort—

Although Royla looked down on Voldemort, she also understood that at present, the only person at Hogwarts who could deal with Voldemort was Dumbledore.

Damn it—I should have taken them away earlier instead of talking about the Goblet of Fire—or the magic circle—

Looking at the wand pointing at her, Loila involuntarily took another step back, but this time, she suddenly sensed movement behind her.

Behind him was Mr. Potter—no—he couldn't back down—if Voldemort caught him, Mr. Potter would surely die too—

eh?

Suddenly, Loila felt something being stuffed into her palm.

That was a magic wand.

Is that Mr. Potter's wand?!

"Professor Hamilton, I believe you," Mr. Potter's voice came from behind. "You certainly aren't the murderer!"

"And he—he doesn't seem like Mr. Steinberg either—"

Although your understanding is only half correct, thank you still for your letter, Mr. Potter.

Seemingly noticing Harry's actions, Voldemort sighed deeply and said, "Harry, you're such a fool."

"Are you obsessed with her Veiled allure?"

"Nonsense!" Harry couldn't help but retort. "I only trust Professor Hamilton, I just don't trust you."

"You're not Mr. Steinberger at all, you're Voldemort, aren't you!"

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Voldemort paused for a moment, then gently shook his head: "Nobody said I couldn't be both Voldemort and Stöger."

He raised his wand high and pointed it at Loila: "Looks like—the riddle is over."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A pale green spell was unleashed from the tip of the staff in an instant; even though it wasn't a silent spell, the speed was astonishing.

"Buzz!"

However, Loila's reaction was equally displeased. Holding Harry's wand, Loila raised her right hand high and unleashed the same Avada Kedavra spell. The two pale green spells collided in mid-air, emitting a dazzling light.

Moreover, the two spells reconnected, just like the battle between Royla and her clone, Voldemort's wand and Royla's wand were also linked at this moment.

Mr. Potter's wand and Voldemort's wand have the same core? Royla was startled by what she saw.

Moreover, not only that, as the two spells collided...

Loila also sensed something—

The powerful spells collided in mid-air, creating a powerful magical shockwave. At the same time, a stinging pain came from Loila's forehead, and for a moment, it seemed as if she were hallucinating.

She saw a white shadow appear before her eyes.

That's... Mom?

In the clash of light, Loila saw her mother smiling, holding a harmonica, and she seemed to be softly speaking something.

Not only that—she also saw another person, a young man with black hair. His deep, dark eyes looked quietly at Loila, and then he softly said, "Loila—"

That's Muller—why—why are Muller and his mother here?

What's going on?

Harry stared in surprise at the things that appeared next to Professor Hamilton. Who were they?

Why did Professor Hamilton look so sad?

Meanwhile, Voldemort's situation didn't seem to be much better. Faint white shadows appeared around him, but because they were too far away, Harry couldn't see what was around him clearly.

"Damn it!"

Voldemort cursed, then swung his wand violently, severing the connection. He then brandished his fists, seemingly trying to drive away the shadows around him one by one.

Professor Hamilton stood quietly in place, looking at the shadow in the air and murmuring as she reached out her hand.

"Damn Barty Crouch—that piece of trash!" Voldemort cursed, looking at his wand. "That damn thing—he can't even handle something as trivial as blood!"

Unlike his hysteria, Loila simply looked at Muller gently.

I never expected to see Muller again—and in such a real way—but—but isn't this just an illusion?

As she thought this, a slight smile appeared on her face.

Then she slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, all the shadows in front of her had disappeared.

All she could see was Voldemort.

"Your blood—you gave your blood to Karkaroff, didn't you?" Voldemort said, staring intently at Loila with his wand raised.

eh?

My blood?

Loila, who had just said goodbye to Müller, paused for a moment, as if she remembered that Karkarov had taken her blood—what happened to her blood?

However, seeing that Voldemort seemed to have broken down—Royla was still quite happy.

"That's right." She nodded proudly. "What's wrong? Did you take it to drink?"

"—" Voldemort seemed speechless with rage. He gritted his teeth, glared at Loila, and said, "Then die, you damned bastard!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The two Avada Kedavra spells were thrown out almost simultaneously, and then collided again in mid-air, but this time there was no shadow of them.

Two spells were suspended in the air, and both wizards were doing their best to suppress each other.

Voldemort's magic was not as powerful as Roy had imagined. To her surprise, Roy discovered that even in her current state, she seemed to be able to slowly suppress him!

Loila gripped her wand tightly and exerted force, her spell pressing down on Voldemort.

"Peter Pettigrew, what are you waiting for?"

Suddenly, Voldemort shouted a name that Royla didn't recognize, and then a figure popped out from the corner.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A ghastly green spell struck Loila from the side, forcing her to sever the connection with a flick of her wand. In the next instant, she used Apparition.

However, this apparition was too hasty, and Loila coughed up a mouthful of blood as soon as she appeared.

The split—Loila certainly knew what had happened, but this was no time to dwell on such things.

She looked at Voldemort in front of her, and at a short wizard who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve.

This is even more troublesome—Voldemort alone is difficult to deal with—who is this other person?—Don't I have any backup?

Mr. Lupin, where are you? And Miss Nagini, aren't you on me—wait, where is Miss Nagini?!

No, no, no!

"Cough cough cough————" Loila felt a persistent pain in her throat, and then coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Just as Loila was frantically wiping away the blood and trying to calm herself down, Harry was staring wide-eyed at the person who had suddenly appeared.

"Peter Pettigrew?!" Harry froze, stunned. "Weren't you dead?"

"And it was Sirius Black who did it—"

"Ah—my dear nephew Harry," Peter Pettigrew said in a chilling tone, "I've simply discovered that Lord Voldemort's work is far greater—"

"Why don't you join us?"

"No—you're dead, aren't you?" Harry said, taking a few steps back in disbelief. "And you weren't only dead because you were loyal to my parents—"

"Oh dear nephew, loyalty can be transferred, James and Lily—"

"Enough, you damned rat."

Another unfamiliar voice rang out, and Harry turned his head to see a somewhat disheveled person walking out.

He was disheveled, clutching a wand tightly in his hand, aiming it at Peter Pettigrew.

"You have no right to say their names, you damned traitor who betrayed them!" Sirius Black raised his wand high, staring intently at him.

His eyes were filled with madness and anger.

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