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Chapter 264 Misunderstanding
Chapter 264 Misunderstanding
Good morning, Professor Rozier.
Good morning, Miss Lovegood.
In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, two people sat facing each other, with a headdress on the table between them.
"This is the magic circle prop you mentioned, right?" Hilo said, reaching out slightly to pick it up and examine it. It must be said that Miss Hamilton does indeed have a unique talent for making magic circle props.
Just holding such an exquisite item, you can feel the maker's dedication.
"Mmm." Luna nodded, looking at Shilona's thoughtful expression. "This is a memory headband that Professor Hamilton made last year for his class."
"Listening not only allows you to see other people's memories, but you can also inject memories into them." Luna said with a slight smile, "I feel like I might even be able to see the memories of the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast."
"Can it be used on magical creatures?" Hilo raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know yet." Luna shook her head. "But Professor Hamilton gave the unicorn—"
"unicorn?"
"Ah, this doesn't seem like a big deal." Luna shrugged. "Professor, why don't you try this headband?"
Although she was somewhat interested in the unicorn that Luna had just mentioned, Hilo decided to focus her attention on more important matters.
The headband in front of me —
"Can I see the memories inside just by wearing it?"
"Mmm." Luna nodded gently. "But there should be a lot of people's memories inside."
"I understand—" Upon hearing this, Shiloh picked up the headband and examined it again. After confirming that there was no danger, she gently put the headband on her head.
"Clatter".
A faint silver mist enveloped his eyes, and then Hilo found that the world before him had changed.
She was no longer sitting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office at Hogwarts, but in a slightly old-fashioned and somewhat deserted classroom.
This is Durmstrang—Hiro had been there several times, not only to see the inscription left by Lord Grindelwald, but also to learn more about dark magic.
After all, whether now or in the past, that place was the most in-depth research site for black magic in Europe—she had even been to the classroom in front of her.
This is Durmstrang's Dark Arts classroom—and the professor upstairs—
She looked him over carefully and realized that he seemed somewhat familiar—she seemed to have seen him on the roster of the Bastards, where he had once taught Lord Grindelwald as Professor Durmstrang.
He was imprisoned after Lord Grindelwald's defeat.
He seemed to be Miss Hamilton's professor as well—Shiloh turned her head slightly and saw the silver-haired figure sitting in the corner, huddled up.
Ha—that does fit her self-image—
"Clatter".
Then another young man stood up.
Shiloh also knew this young man.
Mr. Müller von Ansbach, who was also a member of the Malay Party, has records indicating that he was once a close friend of Miss Hamilton.
However, he and Miss Hamilton were not in the same grade—meaning that there might be some fictional elements in his current memories?
Hilo couldn't help but purse his lips. Did they even have to fake things for the students?
However, upon closer inspection, Hilo discovered that he actually recognized quite a few of the students there. The reason was simple: many of them would later become members of the Malay Communist Party.
There are more shamans in this classroom than in the Rozier family estate.
It felt like a meeting of the UMNO (Malaysian separatists).
Soon, this memory ended, but was this really a good Defense Against the Dark Arts class?
Hilo felt that this was simply Durmstrang's Dark Magic class transplanted over—what an irresponsible professor.
I reckon only Miss Lovegood would give her the courtesy of saying she was conscientious and responsible.
As she thought this, the next memory slowly unfolded before Hilo.
The first thing she saw was someone who made her feel a little disgusted.
Albus Percival Dumbledore — what bad luck!
If it weren't for the need to understand Miss Hamilton's thoughts through these memories, Shiloh would have loved to skip this part immediately.
But how could I possibly gain Dumbledore's memories?
It must be said that Miss Hamilton had indeed gained Dumbledore's trust, as was the case in the Headmaster's office that day. Because of her insistence, Dumbledore decided to give up.
If she truly didn't betray Lord Grindelwald, then her undercover work was incredibly successful.
Hilo shook his head, watching the next memory appear.
The rest of the memories are mostly ordinary, mostly those of Minerva McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts.
She was a responsible professor—besides her, there was Professor Snape, an acquaintance of Heero's.
It has to be said that his courses were more to Shiloh's liking, not only because they were full of practical information, but also because they included her personal insights.
For example, the part where Miss Hamilton was asked a question—I must say, if Miss Hamilton were called upon to answer a question, she would definitely react like this.
But did she actually show these memories to her students?
Doesn't she feel ashamed? Or is she the only one who recognized her?
Hilo pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.
Soon, the memory seemed to be coming to an end, and Hilo also felt slightly tired—even though she couldn't help but fast forward some parts, it still seemed to take a long time.
A silver mist enveloped the area, and as it dissipated, Hilo's somewhat numb purple eyes widened slightly.
the reason is simple.
A young man appeared in her eyes, a young man with black hair and heterochromatic eyes. He gave a charming smile and then slowly said, "Please be quiet—classmates."
Although the hair color was different, Miss Shiloh Rozier would never forget that face. It was a face she had never met, but which was engraved deep in her memory.
Lord Gellert Grindelwald —
He was here—in Miss Hamilton's class, in her memory—Hilal bit her lip, her purple eyes unblinking as she stared intently at Grindelwald.
She had never heard Lord Grindelwald's voice before, but there was no doubt that it was Lord Grindelwald's voice—
He was smug, playful, and full of confidence.
—
She didn't speak for a long time after taking off her headband, but quietly looked at the midday sun outside the window without saying a word.
Miss Loila Hamilton — it seems... — really not — betrayed Grindelwald. — Hilo subconsciously thought this, she pursed her lips and subconsciously wondered if she had wronged Miss Hamilton.
She never actually betrayed us, did she?
No, no, no—she pursed her lips, still somewhat unable to believe it—she absolutely could not let seeing Lord Grindelwald lead her to—
She lost her composure like this—she needed to calm down—thinking this, she subconsciously looked at the bowl of ice cubes she kept in her office.
She then saw Miss Lovegood sitting thoughtfully in front of the ice cubes.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was still here—Shiloh pursed her lips and took a deep breath to calm herself down.
No—it's impossible. I need to calm down.
However, I cannot be so sure that Miss Hamilton has not betrayed us. After all, if I blindly believe her, the UMNO party may very well face annihilation, right?
However—in the end, Shiloh could no longer doubt Miss Hamilton—nor could she harbor any more murderous intent towards her—
Even if she wasn't a traitor, she was still someone who betrayed Lord Grindelwald's trust—
However, all of this is predicated on the premise that she truly did not betray anyone.
Hilo pursed her lips, feeling that perhaps her investigation should be more in-depth—perhaps she could talk to her—
"Is Hamilton free these days?" she muttered unconsciously.
"No," Luna suddenly turned her head. "She's going back to the Hamilton family."
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