chsdbacks Chapter 495 A Gathering of Heroes
Chapter 495 A Gathering of Heroes
Chapter 495 A Gathering of Heroes
"Miss Hamilton, how are you feeling?" The first person to walk in was not Loyla's friends, whom she most wanted to see at that moment, but Dumbledore with a gentle expression.
He had a smiling face and seemed quite relaxed and content.
"Dumbledore—" Roy looked at him and subconsciously pursed his lips. Why is it you right off the bat? Can't you at least give me a little rest or a break?
However, Dumbledore didn't seem prepared to give Royla that chance; he plopped down in the spot where Miss Shiloh had just been sitting.
"Miss Rozier, there are some things I'd like to discuss with Miss Hamilton privately, is that alright?" He asked in a questioning tone, but his actions betrayed no intention of doing so.
"————" Shiloh looked at Dumbledore in silence for a few seconds, then met Royla's pleading eyes.
Help me, Miss Heero! I don't want to suddenly meet Dumbledore or anything like that!
"But—Dumbledore—" Heero was about to say something when Dumbledore slowly said, "Miss Rosier, you've been here for three days now. Don't you need to rest?"
"Health is the foundation of work."
Heero's words were cut short by Dumbledore, who smiled slightly and looked at Royla: "What do you think, Miss Hamilton?"
"Ah—I—"
"I understand." Hilo nodded, then looked at Loila with some concern, but in the end shook his head helplessly, walked out of the infirmary, and closed the door.
With a dull thud as the door slammed shut, an awkward silence fell over the infirmary.
Did Dumbledore know anything?
Or is he going to do something?
No—he should be praising me, shouldn't he? I clearly defeated Voldemort, and I even saved Mr. Potter and the others—
Loila felt more confident when she thought of this. In that case, Dumbledore couldn't possibly be here to interrogate her, right?
"Miss Hamilton—I have some questions for you." Dumbledore said, slowly picking up the peeled apple from the table and taking a bite.
Hey! This is my apple!
No one knows who carved the rabbit-shaped apple, but Dumbledore ate it in one bite.
Only after finishing the apple did Dumbledore speak, asking, "Before Voldemort appeared in the labyrinth that day—"
Do you know where I went?
"Um?"
How would I know that? Do you think I'm a prophet?
Loila frowned slightly as she looked at Dumbledore, then thought for a moment and said, "You went to—the Ministry of Magic?"
"That's right." Dumbledore nodded and smiled. "Do you know why?"
Don't suddenly ask such a question with a smile—and how do I know? Could it be that you evaded too many taxes and were called in by the Ministry of Magic to pay them back?
Loila thought for a few seconds and then shook her head.
"This matter is related to Headmaster Karkaroff." Dumbledore's words immediately tensed Loira's relaxed body.
"Kakakarov?"
"I remember there were only two cards," Dumbledore shrugged casually. "But in fact—we can no longer call that person Headmaster Karkaroff."
What does this mean?
Seeing Loila's puzzled look, Dumbledore gently shook his head: "But this matter is over."
"Hmm?" Loila tilted her head. Did you omit something crucial?!
"We've caught the murderer," Dumbledore continued, "Sirius Black."
"He was taken back to the Ministry of Magic by the Aurors." Dumbledore said, glancing at Loira's surprised expression. "What's wrong, Miss Hamilton?"
"Ah—this—"
"Is there...is there a problem?" Loila thought for a moment and said, "Sirius...he even helped us...fight...Voldemort."
"Does this have anything to do with him killing Karkaroff?" Dumbledore asked slowly. "He killed someone, didn't he?"
"Hmm—" Before meeting Sirius, Loira might have been able to calmly watch him go to Azkaban in her place—but now—it seems there's a problem with his relationship with Mr. Potter.
He didn't seem to have betrayed the Potters; it was that fat rat-like man who betrayed them—meaning Sirius was actually a good guy.
So if he's considered the murderer, doesn't that mean an innocent person has to go to jail for him?
"They—they're going to treat him like this?" Loila asked softly, pursing her lips.
"I'm not quite sure," Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "But Director Scrimgeour seems very angry—they haven't returned Sirius Black since they took him to the Ministry of Magic."
"It probably won't be long before he's put on trial by the Wizengamo Wizarding Council, will it?"
Trial?
Does that mean the worst they'll get is sent to Azkaban?
Sirius Black helped me defeat Voldemort—and he's a good person himself—myself—myself—
Loila suddenly remembered Muller, whom she had just seen in her dream—
I can't do such a thing—I was the one who killed him—how can I let a good person do it for me?
Moreover, he was wrongfully arrested before—and now he has finally been released—Roy took a deep breath, looked at Dumbledore, and pursed his lips.
"That—that—"
"Dumbledore—" she said carefully, "Karkaroff's death—it seems—it seems there's another killer."
"What does this mean?" Dumbledore paused, his smile fading as he looked at Loira and asked, "Do you have other ideas?"
"I—" Loila began, then slightly closed her mouth—once she opened her mouth, there was no turning back—she—she had to—
No—Voldemort broke my wand! I can barely run away now—but—
But----
"Is there anything else you want to say?" Dumbledore's expression was extremely serious, and his unfathomable look made Loyra's forehead twitch with a few beads of sweat.
"If there's nothing else, let's talk about something more pleasant," Dumbledore said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "After all, the trial may have already begun."
"It seems like there's no time to make any other choices, is there?"
Dumbledore's words made Loira's face turn deathly pale, and she instinctively cried out, "No—no, that won't do!"
"He's not the murderer!"
"Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said, slightly lifting his eyelids, "what's wrong?"
"I just said—"
"I am the murderer!" Royla suddenly interrupted Dumbledore, "Yes—I killed him!"
"Because he—he harmed my friends and teachers—so I killed him—and—I pretended not to know!" Loila blurted out everything that was on her mind: "I killed him!"
"Not Sirius Black!"
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Dumbledore fell silent upon hearing this. He looked at Loyla in silence, then closed his eyes slightly. His expression was extremely serious, as if he were deep in thought.
Then—he slowly opened his mouth and said, "So—you knew all along?"
"Yes—" Loila pursed her lips: "This has nothing to do with anyone else—I did it—I knew all along that Sirius wasn't—"
After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Dumbledore's expression. "Do as you please, let Dumbledore do as he pleases. I did this, and I won't run away—and I can't involve innocent people—I can't—"
But—goodbye—my magic circle—and my friends—but even Azkaban has a period of detention, right?
I also—I also chased away Voldemort and stuff—so I should get a shorter sentence, right?
I think so?
Loila slightly raised her head and saw Dumbledore's somewhat strange expression.
Ok?
What kind of expression is that?
He pursed his lips as if he was holding back something, but after noticing Loila's gaze, he slowly revealed a smile.
"So you already knew that he wasn't Principal Karkaroff, but rather Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eater, in disguise."
"ah?!"
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