The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 578 Then kill them all

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The two girls stared at each other in silence, unsure of what to say.

They experienced the joy of discovering the Horcrux, then the astonishment—and now the suspicion.

This simple note provides far too much confusion.

Who is RAB? What is his relationship with Voldemort? Were the Horcruxes really destroyed, or were they taken and their whereabouts unknown?

I came here to explore! Not to solve puzzles!

However, to be honest, this RAB made Loila think of something.

This reminded her of the so-called Mr. PH diary she had previously deciphered—in the end, Mr. PH was her father, Philip Hamilton—and the reason he was Mr. PH was simply because it was the initials of his name.

Could RAB be an abbreviation of a name?

No way—Loila felt that no one but her father could be that bored—well, not really.

But only a dad would come up with such a convenient pen name, right? It gives the impression that it was just something he came up with on a whim.

"This note—perhaps we should show it to Dumbledore," Heero said slowly after a long silence. "Maybe he'll know who the RAB is."

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Miss Shiloh was right. Royla also felt that apart from Dumbledore, no one else should know who this RAB was.

"Shall we hurry back to Hogwarts now?" Loila said, as if remembering something, "Ah—Miss Shiloh, about Rosier—"

"Now is definitely not the time to go back to Rozier Manor for Halloween," Shiloh said succinctly. "The Horcruxes are more important."

She put the box in her arms and said, "Let's go back to Hogwarts now."

"Apparition".

She raised her wand and flicked it, chanting a spell.

But—nothing happened.

It's obvious there's an Anti-Apparition Charm here—Voldemort, really, did he set up this charm just so he and Miss Shiloh could walk on the ice again?

Shaking her head helplessly, Loila stepped onto the ice.

But this time, as her boots touched the mirror, a crisp sound slowly rang out.

"Huh?"

"Snap—"

A crack started spreading from Loila's toes and then gradually extended into the distance.

Along with the cracks came strange, eerie cries.

"What is that sound?!" Loila shuddered and took a few steps back before raising her wand.

"What's in the water?!" Hilo frowned slightly and gripped his wand tightly as well.

Under their watchful eyes, the ice surface had completely cracked, shattering into pieces like a broken cake, and beneath the ice, black, withered arms suddenly emerged.

"Hmm!"

To the girls' astonishment, countless black corpses emerged from the water, emitting chilling, eerie screams, and then surged forth in a dense, wave-like frenzy.

Was this some kind of trap Voldemort set up?!

"They—they're everywhere!" Loila exclaimed instinctively.

"Then wave your wand everywhere!" Shiloh said, raising her wand high. The deep lake water boiled with her movement and then leaped into the air, turning into ice spikes.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The sound of ice spikes piercing the air was incessant, shooting towards the surrounding Yin Corpses like arrows.

But this seemed like a drop in the ocean against the hordes of undead that were closing in from all sides. The island where the two were located was in the center of the lake, and the undead emerged from the water and rushed up like moths to a flame.

Seeing this, Loila pursed her lips and raised her wand high.

Faced with these almost countless monsters, simple spells are absolutely not going to work—Miss Hilo's shapeshifting magic, though powerful, is only barely enough to keep them all alive—to completely wipe them out, a wide-ranging spell is needed.

As a skilled wizard, the choice of which spell to use when faced with the lake surrounding him is already obvious.

Loila raised the tip of her staff high, and dark, gloomy clouds billowed from it, then spread rapidly in all directions like the wind.

Hilo seemed to understand what she was going to do, so she gritted her teeth and stood beside Loila, continuously unleashing a rain of ice spikes created by her shapeshifting spell in all directions.

Above the pitch-black lake, silvery ice rain reflected the sweeping illumination spells in the air, emitting a faint golden light. These rays of light splashed softly into the water, dispelling shadows like a sudden ray of sunlight.

But this light is ultimately a false light; as it shines forth, even more darkness surges forth.

However, this moment of light seemed to be enough, because the silver-haired girl had lowered her wand slightly.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the dark lake and emitting a silvery-blue light. It spread across the black walls like a white spider web, and every corpse touched by the web let out a piercing scream before convulsing and sinking into the lake.

But this is only the beginning.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Lightning fell like rain, and a silver storm descended from the black clouds spewing from the tip of the wand. Loila, at the center of the storm, kept swinging her wand, directing the storm amidst the exploding lightning and the rain that followed.

Although storms don't bring sunshine, they do foreshadow the coming clear skies.

A storm of lightning swept across the entire dark lake, enveloping the lonely island in its wake.

The faster Loila swung her wand, the faster the lightning struck.

Ultimately, Hilo found he no longer needed to use spells, as any infernal that tried to approach was cleaved in two by lightning, which then spread through the water, reducing any struggling infernals to ashes as well.

Hilo pursed her lips, looking at the scene before her, unsure of what to say. Was it just her imagination?

Why does it feel like she's become even more powerful at using spells?

Hilo stared blankly at the figure in the storm, speechless.

"This should be enough, right?" After the storm subsided, Loila lowered her aching arms.

Loila's voice sounded tired from constantly waving her wand. Her face was wet with what looked like sweat or rain, and her silver hair hung down her forehead, making her look somewhat disheveled.

But it was precisely this disheveled state that gave rise to a special feeling—Shilo pursed her lips as she looked at Loila's exhausted appearance.

"You—you did a great job." After struggling for a while, this was the only answer she could give: "You're even better than before."

"Is that so?"

Perhaps it was the effect of the magic wand?

After all, the wand in her hand was specially made by Mr. Ollivander and herself — Loira glanced at the wand in her hand and then nodded gently.

However, she had indeed made quite a commotion—Loira looked around and saw countless shadowy figures floating on the water—hmm—why did it look like it couldn't be broadcast?

Is this really a light and enjoyable novel?

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