The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 299 The Most Familiar Ceiling

Chapter 299 The Most Familiar Ceiling

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"Hmm."

After a slight dizziness, Loila slowly opened her eyes, and the familiar ceiling came into view—

The ceiling of Hogwarts Hospital.

Am I... already dead?

If she remembered correctly—she was falling from a height of thousands of feet.

So is this heaven?

Wait a minute—why does Heaven look like the Hogwarts Hospital? Even if Heaven really exists, shouldn't it be a place with beds, unlimited food, and a place where you can study magic circles?

It's definitely not just this one—there's even a place with Dumbledore.

Hmm—Loila saw the smiling old man sitting next to her.

"Dumbledore?"

"Ah—you're awake, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore smiled. "This isn't heaven, you know."

How did you know what I was thinking? — Loila's lips twitched slightly, then she instinctively hugged the blanket tighter: "Of course — of course I know."

"This is the school hospital—right—right?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "No wonder Miss Hamilton has woken up here so many times."

"You're familiar with this place, aren't you?"

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"What are you being sarcastic about?" Royla glared at Dumbledore's face, wishing she could rip his beard off.

"By the way—how did I survive? Don't tell me it's because you saved me, that would be too embarrassing—" Loila pursed her lips and asked softly, "Um—how—how did I survive?"

"Thanks to your magic array artifacts," Dumbledore said slowly, "in every way."

"Um?"

Dumbledore slowly began to recount what had happened. When Loila heard that her blocking magic array had been activated, she showed a slightly embarrassed expression.

It seems that when I gave it to Miss Nagini that time, my magic circle necklace also caused trouble—it made me hit several Nifflers.

But when she heard that the unicorn was coming, Loila's face lit up with a happy smile, and even a hint of pride.

See that, Dumbledore? This is my magic circle artifact! It can connect me to the unicorn and get it to help me!

I never imagined that the necklace that saved it back then would actually save me today! It really is fate at work—thankfully I didn't give that necklace to Mr. Lupin.

Instead, he was thinking of having Mr. Lupin's necklace re-engraved.

Loila was somewhat glad that she hadn't slacked off back then.

Seeing Loila's expression, Dumbledore slowly nodded and said, "Miss Hamilton, now that you're awake, I happen to have some questions I'd like to ask you."

What happened in the air?

"What happened?!" Loila thought carefully for a moment and said, "Um... Professor Hochi... Professor Hochi was flying upwards when suddenly... suddenly he fainted..."

"Oh! Is Professor Huo Qi alright?"

"She was saved by Professor Sprout—so you mean—there were no signs?"

"Maybe—maybe." Loila buried her face slightly in the blanket, a little embarrassed. "But I probably wouldn't have—wouldn't have noticed."

Who told me to be a useless, lazy bum with a fear of heights?

"I see—" Dumbledore nodded slightly and then changed the subject: "So, Miss Hamilton, have you offended anyone lately?"

"Who did you offend?" Loila thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't think so—I don't think so?"

I haven't done anything lately, just been acting as a referee in class and stuff —

"That's something to consider," Dumbledore said slowly. "Because according to Professor Snape's investigation—"

"A sleeping potion was found in Professor Hodge's drink."

"Huh?" Loila blinked and paused for a moment.

A sleeping potion? As the name suggests, it's a potion that can induce a brief period of sleep. While not as potent as the potion of the dead, it's certainly not weak—and now it's in Professor Hodge's drink—

This shouldn't be some kind of unusual fetish, right?

Loila glanced at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore said with a slightly serious expression, "In other words—this was done on purpose."

"Miss Hamilton, it looks like someone wants to kill you."

"Hmm!"

Why—why are you trying to kill me again?!

Ah, it's not again—it's just that why is there always someone trying to kill me? I clearly didn't do anything—it's understandable that Miss Shiloh wanted to kill me first—but now Miss Shiloh has—has already made up with me again.

How could it be her?

Seeing Loila's complicated expression, Dumbledore slowly said, "Miss Hamilton, you need to be careful about your safety lately."

"Sometimes, trouble isn't caused by your actions or anyone else, but by your very existence," Dumbledore said, blinking before slowly rising to his feet under Royla's bewildered gaze.

"That's all I wanted to say." He walked away slowly, leaving Loila sitting alone on the bed, feeling uneasy.

What does it mean to mean — my existence?

Loila instinctively shuddered in fear. Did Hogwarts also have—do they also have people like Durmstrang?

A person who doesn't want to live?

This made Loira a little scared—after all, she had always thought of Hogwarts as a very gentle and harmonious place.

Could it be a professor? Probably not—or perhaps a student?

Is he going to kill himself as soon as Dumbledore leaves?

"Clatter".

"what!"

The sudden sound of the door opening startled Loila, and she shrank back and covered herself with the blanket.

"Pat-pat-pat"

"Smack."

The person approaching the infirmary slowly walked up to Loila and then extended their hand.

"Smack."

Loila's blanket was slightly lifted, allowing her to see the person's face.

"Cousin, what are you doing?"

It was Peterson. He looked at Loila with a puzzled expression, then pushed up his glasses and slowly sat down.

"Um—no—nothing—" Loila explained, blushing, "I was just—sleeping—"

"Didn't Headmaster Dumbledore just go out?" Peterson muttered.

"Ah—I'm not quite sure—"

Seeing Loila's flustered attempts to find excuses, Peterson gently shook his head and said, "There's definitely something wrong with what happened today—"

"Um?"

"Someone must be trying to kill my cousin," Peterson said in a low voice. "But I already have a guess in my mind."

It can't be —

"It should be Shiloh Rozier," Peterson said with a hint of certainty. "She and her cousin didn't get along well before—"

I criticized my cousin again a few days ago —

"That filthy Rozier."

Hey! Don't talk badly about Miss Shiloh like that!

Loila pursed her lips and quickly said, "It shouldn't be Miss Shiloh."

"Cousin, you're always like this." Seeing her say this, Peterson sighed: "You place unconditional trust in others."

"This is not good!"

But I also have unconditional trust in you — Loila pursed her lips, wanting to say something more.

But Peterson slowly stood up and said, "Cousin—you don't need to worry about this. I'll handle it."

He left the school hospital quickly, leaving Loila momentarily stunned and unable to call out to him.

They really came and went in a hurry.

I hope Miss Hilo is alright—but I doubt she is.

Just as Loila was starting to feel a little worried, she suddenly sensed something emerging from beside her bed.

"Clatter".

It was a small black snake, and then it transformed into Miss Nagini.

"Miss Nagini!" Loila was instinctively a little excited when she saw her friend.

But Miss Nagini's face showed no joy. She looked at Loy with a slightly serious expression, then lowered her voice, "Loyla—"

"Hmm?"

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"You need to be careful of Peterson Hamilton."

"Um?!

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