The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 563 I am Umbridge

Hearing the elevator doors close behind him, Umbridge let out a soft sigh of relief, then leaned against the wall in a way that seemed quite out of character for him.

She was certainly not Umbridge herself; if Royla wasn't mistaken, she should still be busy attending classes at Hogwarts right now.

That's right, the Umbridge in front of me is a clone controlled by Royla, who is far away at Hogwarts. In order to enter the Department of Mysteries, Royla specially trained for a week - and now it seems that her performance should be pretty good, right?

I think so?

Loila pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then looked around.

So this is what it feels like to control a clone through a headband? There's none of the dizziness Loila had imagined; instead, it feels like she herself is here—there's even a sense of touch—

Loila touched the wall in front of her—suddenly feeling a little sorry for Miss Shiloh, who had been lying there soaking wet for so long—

Loila was starting to understand more and more why Miss Shiloh was so angry back then.

In short, now that you've successfully entered, let's get started!

Loira looked at the huge, somewhat dark room before her and pursed her lips—did the Ministry of Magic run out of funds? Why wasn't there even a sliver of light?

"Clatter".

"Huh?!"

The sudden footsteps startled Loila. She instinctively took a few steps back and nervously reached for her wand—but the moment she made that movement, she realized she wasn't herself; she was Umbridge—in other words—

I don't have a magic wand!

Therefore, Loila hid behind those huge shelves in the Department of Mysteries, nervously watching the corner where the sound was coming from.

But after carefully observing for a long time—it seemed that nothing had happened—Loila pursed her lips and then peeked her head out from behind the shelf.

As a result, Loila, who was not yet familiar with her new body, bumped her head into the crystal ball on the shelf in front of her.

"Clatter!"

Although the crystal ball did not shatter upon landing, it made a crisp rolling sound that carried far through the empty hall.

Loila quickly ran a few steps and picked up the crystal ball from the ground, then carefully looked around.

Could some Auror from the Ministry of Magic be coming to arrest me? This crystal ball shouldn't be broken, right? This can't be considered—

Wouldn't that be considered damaging public property?

Loila pursed her lips and carefully looked around, but strangely—it seemed like nothing had happened.

As if the clattering sound they'd heard earlier was some kind of illusion, there was absolutely no movement from the seemingly endless Bureau of Mysteries.

Are there no staff members here?

"It's a holiday today, huh? — The Auror who led the way didn't seem to be acting strangely at all —" Loila pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous.

It was the first time she had ever felt afraid because there was no one around.

However, after waiting for a few seconds, she breathed a slight sigh of relief—it must be because she had rested, right?

Maybe it's some kind of holiday or something—or maybe it's a day off—Roy comforted himself with these thoughts, which gave him the courage to take that first step.

I'm not here to play tricks—I'm here to find Ravenclaw's tiara—that's right—to find the tiara—

But looking at the seemingly endless rows of shelves around her—Loila felt another headache coming on—

When will we ever find this? There's just too much stuff here!

Moreover, most of them were crystal balls—Loila casually picked up a crystal ball and glanced at it.

The dusty crystal ball shimmered slightly, revealing a grayish-white fragment, dark as if in some kind of graveyard, but the next second a blue flame suddenly appeared, followed by an indistinct sound.

Is this thing broken because it's been around for too long?

Loila patted the crystal ball in front of her, and the image on the crystal ball not only wasn't restored, but it also completely disappeared.

"Hmm!"

"This has nothing to do with me—" Loila quickly and carefully put the crystal ball back, then took a few steps forward—

Well, even if it's found out that I did it—it wasn't me who did it.

It was Umbridge who did it—it was all her doing!

Loila took a deep breath and took a few more steps forward. Soon she discovered that there were not only crystal balls here, but also many other strange props.

For example, she saw an entire shelf of time converters—she involuntarily took a few steps back, then quickly went around the area—

What she fears most is probably the time converter, right?

However, after the time converter, there are various strange gadgets, such as a quill pen that keeps writing on its own, and a box that keeps spitting out toilet paper.

She was somewhat overwhelmed by the strange magical artifacts, many of which were even magic arrays—it was a pity she still had her identity—otherwise, just looking at them seemed—it seemed quite interesting—

Loila pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to take the quill pen away. Then she took a few steps forward.

The Department of Mysteries was far too big, much bigger than Loila had imagined. She felt like she had been walking around for more than ten minutes, but it was as if nothing had changed—if she hadn't turned her head and could see the dim yellow elevator lights in the distance, she probably would have been completely lost.

How much stuff is stored here? And all of it looks like it hasn't been cleaned up in ages. Is this some kind of junkyard?

It felt like all the things she didn't need were piled up here—Luo Yila thought to herself that she had miscalculated. She should have researched a magic circle specifically for finding things first—with so many things now, she couldn't possibly spend several days searching for them here, could she?

Leaving aside whether the Umbridge clone can last that long—even Royla herself probably couldn't hold on.

After all, she still needs to eat, right?

After walking around a few more times, Loila shook her head helplessly. Continuing to search like this was completely pointless and yielded no results whatsoever.

First of all, even Voldemort himself didn't know whether he had put anything here or not.

Secondly, I had absolutely no way to find that thing—it was all because of the Ministry of Magic's poor waste management, which left me wandering around like a headless fly.

After taking a few more steps, Roy decided to give up—maybe it would be better to wait until next time—after he had specifically studied the magic circle for finding things?

Thinking this, Loila turned her head slightly to look at the place she came from. The dim yellow elevator light was like a distant star, but it was this star that emitted a narrow beam of light that stretched all the way to Loila's feet.

In the middle of this long corridor, Loila saw a small box.

Ok?

Did you have that box before?

With fairly good eyesight, Loila squinted and could vaguely see a logo emitting a faint blue light on the box.

That symbol—does it look like an eagle?