The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 184 The Silent Witch and Grindelwald

Chapter 184 The Silent Witch and Grindelwald (Part 2)

"Clatter".

Loila gently pushed open the door to the room. Her slender fingers trembled slightly, and her blue eyes didn't even dare to look at the room's furnishings.

She was afraid—afraid to see Lord Grindelwald as he was now—but she had no choice but to look. She bit her lip, gently raised her head, and looked at the man sitting in the room.

He was an old man, just as old as Dumbledore, but he looked even older than Dumbledore.

His handsome face was covered in wrinkles, his silver hair had turned white, and where his once arrogant smile had once been, there was now only a faint, bitter smile. The only thing that seemed unchanged was his eyes.

Those heterochromatic eyes gazed silently at Loila, just as they had fifty years ago.

"Grindelwald—Lord Grindelwald—" Loila's voice trembled, her face already covered in tears—no matter how much she wiped them away, it was no use.

I made all of this happen—I caused all of this to happen—I let Lord Grindelwald down—I was so useless—

Loila's legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground, covering her face and looking down, vaguely watching tears fall onto the floor.

"It's been a long time," came Grindelwald's voice, hoarse but unusually relieved.

Immediately afterwards, Loila felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

That's Lord Grindelwald's hand.

"It's a bit late to say this, but I'm happy," Grindelwald said softly. "It's so good to see you again."

.

"Miss Loila Hamilton."

"Grindelwald—Lord Grindelwald—" Loila instinctively opened her arms and hugged him. Her tears not only soaked herself, but also seemed to soak Grindelwald.

But Grindelwald didn't say anything, he just patted Loila's back gently.

"It's okay, I'm fine, aren't I?"

"But—but I—" Loila's words were even more intermittent due to sobbing, but Grindelwald could still understand what she meant.

"Don't say that," Grindelwald's voice rang out softly. "Didn't you complete your mission very well?"

"He trusts you a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have brought you here." Grindelwald said with a smile, then reached out and wiped away Loila's tears.

This was also the first time she had faced Grindelwald since arriving here.

Fifty years of change seemed to have only aged him; his arrogance and self-importance had not disappeared, but were instead restrained and hidden in his eyes.

"I am so embarrassing!" Roy thought to himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, but even so, his pointed ears kept swaying up and down.

"You're still exactly the same as when I last saw you," Grindelwald said softly. "In a way, that's a success."

"But—but my mission—" Hearing Grindelwald's voice, Loira seemed to finally calm down. She said apologetically, "I didn't complete it—"

"Ah—I already said that, didn't I?" Grindelwald smiled. "You did a very good job with the task."

"It's a bit late," he said, almost jokingly, "but—it's not like you can't work hard at this age."

"There—" Loila said, her blue eyes fixed on Grindelwald, "My wand is here—"

"You—you're trying to escape from here, aren't you?"

"No—I—I'll join you, let's defeat Dumbledore together!" She clenched her fists, as if she wanted to walk out and pin Dumbledore down.

Don't worry, Lord Grindelwald, even if I have to use my teeth, I'll bite his wand so he can't fight back!

"—" Meeting Loila's resolute yet naive gaze, Grindelwald chuckled softly, "Miss Hamilton, although I would very much like to do so—but—"

He stretched out his hand, letting Loila see his withered fingers.

"I'm old now," he said softly, uttering this helpless yet undeniable truth. "I was no match for Dumbledore back then."

"That—that—"

"But you still have a chance, don't you?" he said slowly. "Let it continue like this."

"To gain his trust." Grindelwald chuckled and patted Loira's head. "I heard you're a professor at Hogwarts now, aren't you?"

"Hmm...hmm!" Loila pursed her lips upon hearing this, then, as if realizing something, quickly explained, "I didn't really want to join!"

"I just—just wanted to gain his—his trust!" she said haltingly, pointing to herself. "I didn't—I didn't betray—you."

"Of course I know that." Grindelwald blinked. "I still trust you just as much as I did fifty years ago."

"What I mean is, you did very well," Grindelwald said, slowly rising to his feet, as if he had returned to his former self. "The best way to gain a headmaster's trust is to become his colleague or student."

"You became a student a little late, but you're just in time to be a colleague," he said, in an affirmative and approving tone. "I told you you were one of the best among us."

"Now it seems that's indeed the case."

"You—you shouldn't say that—" Loila whispered in protest. How could someone who had wasted fifty years of her life be considered outstanding?

"That's true," Grindelwald said, then steered the conversation back to Dumbledore. "Then please keep up the good work."

"He trusts you now, but he doesn't completely trust you."

"Ugh!" Loila shuddered and subconsciously glanced at the door that had been closed at some point.

Could Dumbledore be eavesdropping at the door?

Seeing Loila's actions, Grindelwald chuckled: "You need to keep working hard."

"But—but what should I do?" Roy asked instinctively.

"Of course, we'll grant his request," Grindelwald said, lowering his voice. "I know very well what kind of person Dumbledore is—"

"He can use everyone to do one thing."

"To gain his trust, you must let him know that you are valuable."

"Me—value?" Loila had no idea what value she had. The most valuable thing about her was probably her Veela ears.

Would Dumbledore need it?

If it's for Lord Grindelwald, then it's not impossible.

"For example, the professor," Grindelwald said, as if he already knew the answer. "I've heard him talk about it."

"He wants you to be his professor of magic arrays, doesn't he?"

"Huh?!" Loila instinctively wanted to shake her head, but looking into Lord Grindelwald's eyes, she could only lower her head carefully.

"I believe you can do it," Grindelwald said gently. "And—"

"I'll always be here waiting for you." Grindelwald's words made Loila's face turn bright red.

"I'll be waiting for the day you succeed." He winked. "For the greater good."

"For the greater good."

Afterwards, Loila talked with Grindelwald for a long time, about the events of the past fifty years, recent events, and the future.

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But no matter what they talked about, when Loira walked out of the room again, she had clenched her fists tightly.

"Miss Hamilton?" Dumbledore smiled gently as he saw her descend the stairs. "How was it?"

"Regarding past hatred—"

"I want to become a professor of magic arrays."

"Hmm?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow in surprise, then said, "Is that so?"

"Then I'm really looking forward to your performance," he said with a smile.

The two walked out of Nurmengard one after the other. When they reached the courtyard, Loila subconsciously stopped and looked at the closed window.

That's Lord Grindelwald's current prison—she didn't know if Lord Grindelwald was watching her—but believe me—I will—I will succeed.

Dumbledore, who was walking in front of her, was also looking at the room, his eyes filled with a smile.

"See you next time," this sentiment echoed in the hearts of the three.