The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 533 The beginning is always difficult

The village of Ottery St. Catchpole is located in Devonshire, on the banks of the River Otter. On the other side of the village, besides a few small hills, there is a beautiful mountain called Stoat Hill.

Ada left her place and stood halfway up the White Weasel Mountain. She carefully searched the small hill opposite, but did not see the crooked hut.

At the foot of the White Stoat Mountain, someone started climbing. It was Cedric Diggory, who had just graduated. He was wearing a very casual outfit, and his face had a serious expression.

The mountain road eventually had an end. Cedric, walking slowly, finally reached the halfway point and saw Ada sitting on a tree stump.

Cedric didn't say hello, and neither did Ada. They were like two strangers, and the only sound on Stoat Mountain was the wind blowing through the treetops.

"I thought you weren't coming, Seth. If you don't come when the sun rises to the zenith, I'll go back." Ada broke the awkward silence. She was the one who made the appointment, so naturally she should speak first.

Cedric looked up at the sun in the sky. The weather was a little cloudy today and the sunlight was a little dim.

He said in a weary tone, "I thought I was walking slowly enough, but I'm still early. It's true that I didn't really want to see you."

"But you still went to the appointment." Ada was not surprised by this. "Can you tell me what made you change your decision?"

"I'm here to see my partner at school, the Head Girl, not a murderer." Cedric stared at the ground, as if he was interested in a bug on the ground.

Ada smiled and said, "You are deceiving yourself, Ced. You know very well that the murderer you are talking about is your partner at Hogwarts and the school's female student union president."

Cedric remained silent, kicking the stones at his feet from time to time.

"You know, my father was there the night the Ministry of Magic laid siege to the abandoned manor," Cedric said. "He almost died."

Ada was not aware of this. There were many Ministry of Magic employees in the abandoned manor that night, and it was impossible for her to identify them one by one. The large-scale magic that Ada cast could not automatically distinguish between enemies and friends, not to mention that there were no friends among the Ministry of Magic employees that night.

"I'm sorry, I was a little too harsh." Ada said, and there was no trace of apology in her words.

In fact, Ada could pretend to be very guilty to impress Cedric, but she disdains to do so. Even though Cedric's attitude is very subtle now, Ada still treats Cedric as a friend.

"No need." Cedric said coldly.

Cedric was a smart man, and he also learned about what happened that night from his father. Ada had no choice. But even so, he couldn't accept Ada's behavior, because his father almost died!
As if something was not going well with him, Cedric continued, "Just say what you want to say!"

That's what I said, but what I meant was, Ada, "You should finish your words quickly so that I can reject you."

"Okay, then I'll be frank with you," Ada said. "I need your help. To be more specific, I need your and your father's help. I hope to use Mr. Diggory's identity as an official in the Ministry of Magic..."

Ada didn't finish her words.

"My father?" Cedric asked, "I have always been happy to meet you and I am grateful for your help, but...but my father and I have no interest in joining your noble cause. We don't want to make murder our career!"

Cedric is an upright, kind, and brave man. His kindness makes him unable to accept Ada's killing, and his bravery makes him dare to face Ada alone and refuse Ada's solicitation.

Not everyone likes killing, not everyone agrees with Ada's methods, and not everyone can be as cruel as Grover Cecil.

In Ada's eyes, other people's lives are worthless and as light as a feather; in the eyes of Cedric, who had just graduated from school, life is precious and it is a sin to deprive others of their lives at will.

In a word, Ada's hands are now covered in blood, while Cedric's hands are clean. The essence of the disagreement between the two is the difference in their world views and life experiences.

If Cedric were put in Ada's place, he would be like Ada.

"That's a shame, I thought you would at least listen to what I have to say before rejecting me." Ada smiled, "We are friends after all." Cedric said stiffly, "We used to be."

"Well, I was." Ada said, "I have no intention of clearing myself in the magic world, nor do I intend to pretend to be wronged in front of you to gain sympathy. I really need your help."

"I need to have my own representative in the Ministry of Magic, which will put me in a better position." Ida continued, "So I thought of you, Mr. Diggory. Your father is an official in the Ministry of Magic, and you have excellent grades, so it will not be a problem for you to enter the Ministry of Magic."

Cedric didn't know how many times he had shown a painful expression today. He said, "I really want to help you because we are friends. But I can't be your accomplice, and I don't want my hands to be stained with the blood of strangers."

"Blood is never shed in vain, especially the blood of wizards," said Ada. "All the blood shed today is for a brave new world, a new world where everyone is like a dragon."

The magic world has always been unfair, and relative fairness is already very rare. A completely fair magic world only exists in fantasy, and such a world is a utopia, an ideal place that can never be reached.

Ada is not that great. She does not want to build a fair new world, but just take advantage of this beautiful vision. Although it is taking advantage, after Ada succeeds, the magic world will move in this direction.

At the very least, it will be better than the current terrible magical world.

"To achieve this goal, you are willing to kill people?" Cedric asked in a trembling voice, "You have no regrets about becoming a bloody executioner?"

Ada stood up from her seat on the tree stump. She looked Cedric straight in the eye and said, "Everything is for the greater good. I think you've heard that, Ced."

Ada looked up at the sky, the sun had already risen to the sky. She continued, "I should go now, Sede, you can think about it slowly. Killing is inevitable, but not everyone has to be covered in blood."

After saying this, Ada did not linger any longer and went down the mountain lightly.

Cedric was left standing there alone, staring blankly at the swaying treetops, and Ada's last words seemed to still be ringing in his ears.

"My invitation always stands, Ced. Don't worry about what I say, just listen to your heart."

……

At the same time, in an office in the Ministry of Magic, Pius Thickness was working.

There was a pile of parchments on the table, all of which were the activities of Voldemort and the Death Eaters in recent days, some true and some false. The most wanted criminal Ada was very honest and did not cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic, but Voldemort would not let the Ministry of Magic rest easy.

There was a knock on the door, and Thicknesse said loudly without even looking up, "Come in!"

The office door opened and a witch in her twenties walked in, holding a stack of parchment in her arms.

Seeing the pile of parchment, Thicknesse smoothed his frown and said, "Isabelle, is there any new progress on the murder of Emmeline Vance?"

"I'm sorry, no, Mr. Deputy Director," the witch called Isabel replied. She was Thickness's secretary, a capable secretary.

Thicknesse took the parchment with a little annoyance and waved his hand to let Isabel leave.

The young and beautiful witch retreated obediently, but she was stopped by Thicknesse after taking just two steps.

"You are not Isabel, who are you?" asked Thicknesse, pointing his wand at Isabel who was slowly turning around.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Thicknesse, I'm not here to assassinate you." Isabel said, raising her hands to indicate that she had no weapons in her hands and she had no intention of hurting Thicknesse.

The fake Isabel said: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lola Fournier, from the French Rosier family."

(End of this chapter)