The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 400 Dumbledore's Patronus Charm

Chapter 400 Dumbledore's Patronus Charm

"Good evening, Miss Hamilton."

The Hogwarts Headmaster's office was still warm late at night, with the fire crackling in the fireplace, and Dumbledore sat upright in his chair with a wizard's chess set in front of him.

"Good evening—good evening, Dumbledore." Loila rubbed her hands together and gave a slightly awkward smile.

"How has this semester been, Miss Hamilton?" Dumbledore didn't rush to ask Loira why she had come.

"It's... alright..." Roy answered cautiously, "The classes... are actually quite interesting..."

And the Goblet of Fire—

"Yes, this semester at Hogwarts must be the most lively, right?" Dumbledore nodded slightly, then casually put the wizard chess pieces back in their places one by one. As he did so, he continued, "Not only Hogwarts, but also Beauxbatons—and Durmstrang—"

"Not only Aurors, but also Dementors—and Death Eaters—"

"Hmm."

Dumbledore's pointed remark made Roy a little uneasy. Actually, besides these few, there was also a member of the Malay Party—

"By the way, is this your new bow?" Dumbledore nodded slightly, looking at the magenta bow on Loyla's neck. "It suits you very well."

"Ah—th-thank you—" Loila subconsciously shrank her neck and hid the bow with the reconstructed magic circle engraved on it.

"By the way, Miss Hamilton—did you get anything out of the favor I asked you about before?"

Dumbledore, as if suddenly remembering something, casually asked, "Do you think anyone—is suspicious?"

"Hmm? Hmm—" Loila really wanted to say Karkaroff's name, but when she thought about how she was about to kill him, mentioning him might arouse Dumbledore's suspicion.

So after a few seconds of deliberation, she bit her lip and said, "Um—I don't feel that anyone—is suspicious—"

"I see—" Dumbledore nodded knowingly, then said thoughtfully, "I think Headmaster Karkaroff is a bit strange—"

"!"

Loila's pointed ears twitched: "Is there...?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it." Dumbledore shrugged. "Perhaps it's just an old man's strange feeling—after all, the way he looked when he first met you was truly unforgettable."

Don't even mention you, I remember it vividly too—what's with him acting like a victim?—thinking about it, Loila still felt a little dissatisfied.

But the thought that the cold Karkaroff would soon become a warm dead man seemed to make all the unpleasantness disappear.

"Alright, Miss Hamilton—let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore." Dumbledore smiled gently and then changed the subject.

"How are your preparations for the third match going?"

This isn't something to be happy about, is it?

Loila thought for a moment and said, "It's still—still in the preparation stage—"

"I already have some ideas."

"That's good, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore nodded gently. "Hogwarts is truly blessed to have such an excellent professor as you."

This old guy is starting to rave about things again—I'm not going to be happy about something like that.

Although she thought this to herself, her pointed ears, which twitched with excitement, betrayed her true feelings.

"Oh, right—that's right." After chuckling to herself for a moment, Loila suddenly remembered her purpose. She coughed and mustered her courage to say, "I—I have something I'd like to ask you—"

Dumbledore nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Perfect, shall we play a game of wizard chess together?"

"Wouldn't it be better to chat while downloading?"

"I—" Loila's face immediately darkened when she heard the words "Wizard Chess." She had absolutely no desire to play this game anymore.

Who designed this garbage? Has no one considered how someone who can't win even once feels?

Loila even played a game with Luna a few days ago—she couldn't even beat a third-grade student.

There's no need for this kind of movement to exist, is there?

But—but looking at the eager Dumbledore, Royla pursed her lips and finally nodded gently.

After all, I had something to ask Dumbledore—playing chess with him or something wouldn't hurt—

Since I can't win anyway, I might as well just lose to him quickly.

"I heard you've been practicing wizard chess lately, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said casually. "You must be quite proficient by now, right?"

"I haven't logged on in a long time."

you----

Loila's lips twitched, and the fighting spirit she had just calmed immediately reignited.

Is this a poor attempt at provocation?

I'm sorry, but our Miss Hamilton falls for that.

"You—you mustn't lose—and start crying." Loila stammered out her pre-match remarks.

Dumbledore smiled slightly upon hearing this, and then said, "Please, Miss Hamilton."

"Clatter".

"Smack—"

"Ugh————"

Loila's blue eyes widened slightly as she bit her lip, staring intently at the last piece on her chessboard. With a gentle nod from Dumbledore, the piece was easily eliminated.

"Plop." A few tears, whether from resentment or unwillingness, streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto the chessboard.

Does that old man Dumbledore have some kind of psychological fetish? Does he just like to torture himself?

And saying things like "I haven't downloaded it in a long time" is definitely a lie, right?

"Ah—thank you, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, looking refreshed. "At my age, it's quite troublesome to find someone to play chess with."

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"You're welcome," Loila said through gritted teeth.

"Now that the game is over—let's talk," Dumbledore said with a shrug. "What could possibly be on an old man like me's mind?"

"yes----"

"It shouldn't be related to Wizard Chess, right?"

Why are you talking so much?

"Just kidding." Dumbledore chuckled, then opened his drawer, took out a few honey tsunamoses, and handed them to Loila.

"(A)"

Loila puffed out her cheeks and took the honey candy from his hand. After eating one to calm herself down, she slowly said, "This matter—is related to a curse."

"A curse?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's—it's the Guardian Angel Spell."

"Hmm?" Dumbledore looked somewhat surprised. "The Patronus Charm?"

"Mmm—Mmm!" Loila nodded, sucking on a candy, and said, "Um—um, I've been learning the Guardian Charm lately—"

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"But there has been no progress at all."

"I see—in the current situation, not knowing the Patronus Charm is indeed a bit troublesome." Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "Didn't Remus teach you?"

"Yes—yes." Loila tapped her finger a little awkwardly, "But—I don't think I've made any progress—"

"Ah—I understand—" Dumbledore nodded slightly. "You want to learn the Patronus Charm from me, right?"

"Hmm—hmm!" Loila nodded. "Is it okay—is it okay?"

"Of course," Dumbledore smiled. "But—I might be a little busy."

"I may not be able to teach you often."

"No—it's okay." Loila waved her hand: "Anyway, I—maybe I can't learn it."

Her words made Dumbledore laugh immediately. He shook his head and said, "Miss Hamilton—you shouldn't underestimate me."

"Perhaps you just don't quite understand the basics of the Patronus Charm," Dumbledore said, gently raising his wand and pointing it at the ceiling.

"The most important thing about the Guardian Charm isn't thinking about happy things—it's actually—"

"Go and understand what happiness is—what joy is." Dumbledore flicked his wand.

"Protect the Gods."

A silver light flashed, and a silver bird emerged from the tip of the staff—a phoenix—flapping its wings and landing on Dumbledore's shoulder.