socalfunplaces Chapter 115 The Story That Has Been Forgotten
Chapter 115 The Story That Has Been Forgotten
Chapter 115 The Story That Has Been Forgotten
"Merry Christmas, Hamilton."
"Merry Christmas, Dumbledore!"
Loila never imagined she would one day have to wish Dumbledore a Merry Christmas—it was an insult!
She really hadn't expected Dumbledore to arrive so quickly. It seemed like Mr. Lovegood had a way of contacting Dumbledore; Loyla had only notified Luna in the morning, and Dumbledore arrived in the afternoon.
He was still wearing the same purple robe adorned with stars as before, and a somewhat comical orange pointed hat on his head.
He sat calmly on the rock, watching Loyalty dry his boots and socks.
"First of all, thank you for your timely rescue, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Ah—this—this is nothing—" Mr. Lupin is my friend, why should I thank him for helping a friend?
Loila pursed her lips, put the socks aside, and then picked up the boots and started blowing on them. She deliberately aimed the wind at Dumbledore so that the water droplets would all fall on the old man.
I'm such a genius—
"I must say, Miss Hamilton, your magic array artifacts have truly surprised me," Dumbledore continued, nodding gently. "I look forward to your future achievements even more."
"What does this mean?" Royla pouted, a little dissatisfied. "Why does Dumbledore sound like such a senior? You rascal! We're practically from the same generation, aren't we?"
Although there's a difference of about fifty years—
"And Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore continued, seemingly noticing Loira's silence, "do you know that woman?"
"That is, Nagini."
"Nagy-Nagini?" Loila paused for a moment, then realized that this seemed to be the name of one of Dumbledore's men.
That is, the black-haired woman—
So you're here to stand up for her?
"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't know her," Dumbledore thought for a moment and chuckled. "That was before you were even born."
"Nagini and Credence—ah, you probably don't know him either." Dumbledore paused. "Anyway, she fought against Grindelwald's rule, just like you."
No, what are you talking about, old man? I didn't fight against Lord Grindelwald's rule, okay?
Loila suppressed the urge to object and nodded with a slightly strange expression.
"But like you, she disappeared after separating from Credence," Dumbledore said with a sigh. "Now it seems she lost herself because of the Blood Curse."
"Blood Curse?" Roy was taken aback. She had learned about this curse when she was in Durmstrang—it was a very vicious curse. At first, it could turn a person into an animal, but as time went on, it would gradually turn a person into an animal forever, never to return.
So Miss Nagini isn't an Animagus but a Blood Curse Beast?
It sounds like Ping is a little—a little unladylike.
"You've probably heard of her, haven't you?" Dumbledore nodded slightly. "But thanks to your help, she seems to have temporarily maintained her human form—"
"I just don't know if it can last," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, glancing at Loila who was blowing on her dried boots. "Let's put Miss Nagini's matter aside for now."
"Have you met anyone else besides her?"
"Hmm—" Loila slowly lowered her boots, her pointed ears twitching before she said, "No."
"But—but Nagini has—marks of the Imperius Curse on her body."
"The Imperius Curse?" Dumbledore immediately frowned, his brow furrowed as if he had thought of something unpleasant.
This sight startled Roy, causing her to shrink back slightly.
"I'm sorry, Sister Hamilton," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "for getting you involved in all this."
"These—things?" Loila looked at him, somewhat confused. What was this old man talking about—what did he know about these things?
"So, about Tom—ah, I should say Voldemort." Dumbledore shrugged and slowly rose, glancing thoughtfully at the tent. "I originally thought Voldemort wouldn't stay here forever—"
He seemed to say a lot more after that, but Loila didn't listen to any of it; her ears perked up immediately when she heard Tom's name.
Tom—
Isn't that Mr. Riddle's name?
It's probably just a case of the same name, right? After all, there are probably many people with the name Tom in the UK, right?
Mr. Riddle may be a bit gloomy at times, but he's definitely not like Voldemort, right?
and--
"Voldemort's full name—what's his full name?" Royla asked softly, pursing her lips.
Dumbledore was taken aback by the question, then paused and said, "Tom."
"Tom Marvolo Riddell".
"Hmm."
Loila nodded gently upon hearing this, then turned her head to look at the pond where she had just washed her clothes.
She looked no different than before—but if you could see her expression, you would notice that she was drenched in sweat.
No—no, no, you're telling me Mr. Riddle is actually Voldemort? A wizard who was about to dominate the wizarding world and was then defeated by a newborn baby—
Small trash —
Don't ruin Mr. Riddle's image in my mind like that!
"Voldemort is very likely involved in this," Dumbledore's voice continued. "Besides the Imperius Curse—do you know of any other clues?"
"Ah—I don't know—I don't know." Roy shuddered and blurted out instinctively, "I—I just found out—he—"
"I see." Dumbledore nodded knowingly, though his mind didn't seem to be on that matter; it was as if he had just asked casually.
But Roy was terrified!
What should I do? If Dumbledore knew I was carrying Voldemort's diary, wouldn't he immediately label me as Voldemort's accomplice?
I'm clearly on Lord Grindelwald's side!
And even if he doesn't kill me, he certainly won't let me be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor again, right? That's a good thing, but I haven't even met Lord Grindelwald yet!
Wait a minute—if Mr. Riddle really is Voldemort—wouldn't I be able to team up with him?
Our enemies happen to all be Dumbledore—if we could join forces—no, no, no!
Loila quickly shook her head, correcting herself of this somewhat dangerous thought. How could Voldemort—that kind of guy who was like a terrorist—be compared to Lord Grindelwald?
Collaborating with him is just too—too despicable—
And—and he's not even as good as Lord Grindelwald now—at least Lord Grindelwald is still alive, while he was killed by a little baby.
Is there any need to cooperate with this kind of person? This kind of terrorist should be sent to Azkaban, but—then why did he give me the magic circle? He even helped me open the secret room—and previously helped me discover Mr. Lupin's secret.
Could it be that Voldemort was actually a good person at sixteen? Did he only turn bad as he grew up?
But whatever happened, Mr. Riddle is now stuck at Hogwarts! Royla wants to go back and ask him about it—but Dumbledore is here now.
Loila felt like her brain was about to overload, as a flood of information, whether true or false, rushed into her head in an instant.
"By the way, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said, as if remembering something, glancing at Loira, "I have something I'd like to ask you—"
"What?!" Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Royla immediately raised her alert level to the highest level.
How have you been feeling lately?
"Huh?" Dumbledore, who was just discussing Voldemort with me, suddenly blurted out something like this.
"I'm... I'm alright..." Loila's health has improved a lot since November, perhaps because she has adapted to life at Hogwarts?
"I see—" Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "You've made a new breakthrough in your recent research on magic arrays, haven't you?"
"Ah—yes." Loila said with a hint of delight, "I recently broke through—researched and developed a new magic circle, it's called the Blocking Magic Array—as the name suggests, it can—"
"Ah, Miss Hamilton, it seems someone in the tent has woken up." Dumbledore coughed slightly to change the subject.
"Ah—okay—okay." Loila pursed her lips a little awkwardly, then followed Dumbledore into the tent.