The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 544 The Ministry of Magic's Clever Ideas

Loila tried many more times after that, but she never managed to strike up a conversation with Helena. Most of the time, Helena seemed to ignore her and walked away.

Strictly speaking, she's more like air than I am!

So what happened?

Loila sat in her office, distressed by the lack of results from her actions—perhaps she should ask Luna?

Loila did ask Mrs. Ravenclaw, but she didn't answer her question. It was as if she didn't recognize her daughter's existence.

What's wrong with the person who injected these memories—don't they even care about their own daughter?

Loila sighed, biting the end of the quill pen, unsure of what to do.

"I should ask Luna first," Loila thought, raising her wristband and slowly writing a few words on it. It wasn't that she hadn't thought of asking before, but she didn't want to bother others—what if Luna was happily catching fish?

It's never good to bother your friends—but that's not why Loila didn't go to her house to see her again.

A few days ago, Dumbledore wrote a letter to Loira, telling her to come to Hogwarts today, as if something was about to happen.

They're making it all rather mysterious—could it be that they're about to give out bonuses?

He had protected Hogwarts again—and Dumbledore hadn't even offered a token of appreciation—magic. He wanted to be the Director of Magic.

If only I had told Dumbledore about this, he might have offered a lot of Galleons to keep me here.

Well—Loy thought about it and felt that Dumbledore might be more than happy to have her join the Ministry of Magic and become his mole.

After a few seconds of random thoughts, and without receiving a response from Luna, Loila glanced at the clock to confirm the time, and then strode towards the principal's office.

It didn't take her long to get to the principal's office.

The headmaster's office was unusually quiet at this moment, with only Dumbledore sitting in a chair playing wizard chess.

"Miss Hamilton, you've come at the perfect time."

"Um?"

"Would you like to play a game of Wizards Chess with me?"

Did you call me here just for this kind of thing?

Loila showed a displeased expression and then shook her head: "Dumbledore, didn't you say there was something wrong?

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"It can't be referring to Wizards Chess, right?"

"Ah—of course not." Dumbledore chuckled softly. "I'm just a little bored. Really, not going to play a game?"

"No—no need." For some reason, Loila was extremely resistant to Wizard Chess today, probably because she's going through a rebellious phase.

Everyone has those days when they're like that.

Loila slowly sat down opposite Dumbledore, then looked at him and waited for him to tell her what had happened that day, but Dumbledore remained silent, instead focusing on playing Wizard's Chess.

Seeing Dumbledore's chess piece lift a chair and knock over another piece—Loyla couldn't help but cough.

"Are you thirsty, Miss Hamilton?" Dumbledore asked, lifting his head slightly at the sound of a cough. "Would you like a glass of water?"

"I'm not—not thirsty!" Loila shook her head and said, "I—I wanted to ask you—what's going on today."

"I still have some things to take care of."

"I see—" Dumbledore nodded knowingly, then looked up and said, "We have a few guests coming today."

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"I'd like you to help me with the reception."

"Um?"

Loila looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression.

Shouldn't you be asking Professor McGonagall about this?

If Roy remembers correctly, she's the vice principal—why is she looking for me?

Are the people who came from the Order of the Phoenix?

Wait, if I remember correctly, you have a fugitive in your Order of the Phoenix, right? Could it be Sirius Black?

Loila's wild thoughts did not affect Dumbledore. He nodded slightly and said, "No one from the Order of the Phoenix is ​​coming today."

"But—"

"Clatter".

The principal's office door was suddenly pushed open, and to Loila's bewildered gaze, an old woman in pink and seven or eight wizards in trench coats walked in.

Isn't that—Umbridge from the Ministry of Magic? Loila vaguely remembered her; she was the one who always seemed odd talking to Fudge.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, it's been a long time." She said in a slightly affected tone, then walked up to Dumbledore. She glanced at Loila sitting in the chair, then snorted in annoyance.

Hmm—it seems she doesn't like herself very much—

Loila consciously moved her stool to a spot further away.

But the result was that Umbridge could only stand in front of Dumbledore and speak, staring at Royla with a grim expression as if she was about to say something.

But Dumbledore spoke up at this moment: "Secretary-General Umbridge, is there something you need?"

"Ah—it's like this." Umbridge couldn't find a seat, so she could only stand in front of Dumbledore like a subordinate reporting to him: "I'm here on behalf of Minister Fudge."

"In order to investigate the fugitive case."

"A fugitive?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "You mean Sirius Black?"

“Yes, it’s him,” Umbridge said viciously. “He attacked Muggles, intending to expose the wizarding world. He’s really gone too far.”

"What's even more unbelievable is that he's a student at Hogwarts, and quite a few people are close to him—" Umbridge paused, then continued, "Headmaster Dumbledore, do you know where he is?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head and said casually, "I'm just the headmaster of Hogwarts, not an Auror."

"Really, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Umbridge said, shaking her head in a rather affected manner, as if to express her dissatisfaction, but it only made Loila suddenly burst out laughing.

"Sorry, sorry!"

After being glared at by Umbridge, Loila quickly covered her mouth and lowered her head.

"Umbridge didn't seem to be in the mood to talk to Loila. She glared at Loila and then looked at Dumbledore again: "I have to say—Sirius's situation has many parents very worried."

"I worry that he might be hiding inside Hogwarts, and I worry that Hogwarts' educational standards might have declined—"

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"I think that's not the case," Dumbledore said slowly. "We have the excellent Professor Hamilton with us now, don't we?"

"Ah—" he said, shrugging as if he had just remembered something. "I almost forgot, she was almost wrongly accused by the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"I hope Sirius isn't innocent," he said, winking. "After all, the Ministry of Magic has really gotten quite good at this kind of thing lately."

"Are you slandering the Ministry of Magic?" Umbridge immediately glared at him.

"Of course not." Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Cornelly and I have a very good relationship, don't we?"

"So—Deputy Minister Umbridge, you didn't come here just for this, did you?"

"As I just said, I opened this place because the quality of Hogwarts' education has been questioned," Umbridge said, pursing her lips. "And we've also heard that the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black are on good terms."

"This is a very dangerous thing," she said, looking at Dumbledore.

"Ah—" Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "The Ministry of Magic means—that they hope we can change our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right?"

"Yes, and not only that, we also—"

"How about this then?" Dumbledore said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Does the Ministry of Magic have any Aurors who could take on this job?"

"For example—you?"

"Um?

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Not only Umbridge, but even Royla was stunned.

Are you insane, Dumbledore?!

Should we trade her for Mr. Lupin? No way!