LRAB Chapter 168 The Silent Witch and Voldemort
Chapter 168 The Silent Witch and Voldemort
Chapter 168 The Silent Witch and Voldemort (Part 2)
"You—" Even Voldemort hadn't expected what was happening before him, and for the first time, he showed a look of fear.
He took a few steps back, wand in hand, and watched as Professor Hamilton walked indifferently out of the fire.
"Damn it—" he cursed under his breath, then suddenly raised and swung his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The curse, filled with murderous intent and hatred, headed straight for Professor Hamilton, but she easily dodged it by simply turning to the side. Her movement was so small that it seemed like a casual, unintentional action.
But it was this small movement that allowed him to dodge Voldemort's attack.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Unconvinced, Voldemort swung his wand again, but this time the spell was deflected by Professor Hamilton the instant it approached her.
"You—" Voldemort gritted his teeth as he watched Professor Hamilton slowly approach, his wand feeling weak for the first time—he was no match for Professor Hamilton in his current state.
Not only him, but even Harry, who had been unable to move, realized this.
Professor Hamilton — So — So Strong —
However, when he was still five or six steps away from Voldemort, Professor Hamilton stopped.
"That's it—that's the end, Mr. Riddle." Her voice came, and the slightly childish tone made Harry instinctively shudder.
Even though he had heard it once before, he still couldn't believe that the voice belonged to Professor Hamilton, who was over sixty years old.
"Is this the end?" Voldemort was stunned by the question, and the fear that had just appeared on his face vanished without a trace.
It turned into a smile.
"You're clearly not suited for these things," Voldemort said with a sneer. "A battle between wizards..."
"It's not a duel."
"It's a fight to the death!" he said, flicking his robes and pointing his wand at Harry, who was unable to move beside him.
Loila instinctively raised her wand, but was interrupted by Voldemort's shout.
"Put down your wand!" he shouted, "if you don't want—good Harry to die!"
"Put down your wand!" A smug look appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with mockery as he looked at Loila.
"I'm sorry, Miss Hamilton," he said slowly, "I am indeed no match for you in a duel."
"But fighting is a different story," he said, twirling his wand. "You won't kill me."
"But I will kill you—not just you, but Harry, and McGonagall—" A cruel smile hung on his gloomy face: "You're just a squirrel with a wand and a little bit of talent."
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"————"
Loila silently watched Voldemort, a flicker of hesitation and contemplation crossing her eyes behind the silver mask—
Ultimately, it became a resolute decision.
She didn't put down her wand; instead, she gripped it even tighter with her slender hand.
Voldemort raised an eyebrow at this: "In that case—let's start with our lovely Harry."
"It seems you won't believe we're different unless someone dies," he said, gripping his wand and pointing the tip at Harry's head. "Remember, Miss Hamilton, he died because of you!"
"Avadaso————"
Loila took a soft breath—everything around her seemed to slow down: the shards of glass falling from the sky, the clock gears turning a full circle, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the clouds, and the dust particles floating among them.
Voldemort's voice grew slower and slower, as slow as the second hand of a clock, and his movements also slowed down, as slow as sunlight streaming through glass.
Perhaps it wasn't that he was too slow, but rather that Loila was too fast.
The moment he uttered the first word of his spell, Loila moved.
With a flick of her staff, silver magic swirled around its shaft, moving forward with a silent chant. Finally, it condensed at the tip, transforming into threads of moonlight that swept across the shattered glass shards and struck the evil figure standing there, intent on unleashing a ghastly green spell, reflected in the crystal.
Reciting incantations to cast spells is a consensus among all wizards, but Miss Loila Hamilton, a graduate of Durmstrang College, breaks all of this.
Moreover, this is a spell that is faster and more secretive than even the most talented wizards, which is why she is known as the "Silent Witch" and "Silent Hamilton".
At this moment, the silent witch stood quietly beside Harry. What kind of expression was behind that silver mask?
Looking at Professor Hamilton, who stood silently before him, wand raised high, Harry suddenly felt a sense of relief—
I'm glad my initial guess was completely wrong.
She wasn't a Death Eater; she was Loila Hamilton, the "Silent Witch," and that was all.
"Cough—cough cough cough!" Voldemort, who had been hit by the curse and sent flying backward, stood up against the wall. He stood in the middle of the corridor in a disheveled state, completely losing his arrogant demeanor from just moments before.
He lost, and lost completely—even though his spell-casting speed was among the best of the contemporary wizards, he couldn't finish reciting the spell that was enough to kill anyone.
"Hamilton—you—monster—" he cursed under his breath, his eyes, filled with hatred, fixed on the figure standing next to Harry.
The figure was not tall, in fact, quite short and rather thin, but—she gave Voldemort the same feeling—the same feeling as Dumbledore.
He was just a student, yet he was facing a professor.
Upon hearing Voldemort's words, Loila visibly swayed, whether from the word "monster" or from the fact that the person who spoke was her friend.
"A half-Veep freak who has mastered the Silent Charm—unbelievable—we were once friends." Voldemort cursed as he slowly rose, his wand trembling as he gripped it.
Her words were incredibly sarcastic and cutting, but Hamilton simply stood there in silence, neither waving her wand nor speaking, nor even moving.
She simply looked at Voldemort, watching him silently.
But—Harry didn’t notice that Loila’s body was trembling slightly—Voldemort’s words reminded her of what had happened at Durmstrang.
It made her subconsciously, like a conditioned reflex, feel nauseous—fearful—and—lonely—
Not just because she was a freak, but also because Mr. Riddle had once been her friend—at least, that's what Loira always thought.
This was a friendship that lasted much longer than Lockhart's casually mentioned friends, and one that Loira trusted even more. But now—it seemed to be nothing more than wishful thinking on her part.
"Let's end it here—not only my story, but also our friendship." Voldemort seemed to have finished his tirade, or perhaps he had come to terms with it, and he gave Royla a smile.
"Kill me, kill your friend." He sneered, adding in a suggestive tone, "After all—you've done it before, haven't you?"
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Professor Hamilton swayed again, this time much more noticeably than before.
Voldemort then smiled and raised his wand.
"Buzz!"
Instead of choosing the killing spell that required chanting, he silently unleashed a divine, invisible blade, its transparent edge hurtling straight for Loila's head, seemingly poised to kill her in that instant.
Relief, my friend, even his words were all lies—simply to kill Loila at this moment.
"Bang!"
Unfortunately, even so, Loila simply turned her head slightly to dodge the attack.
The transparent blade merely grazed her hood and mask.
Having dodged the attack, Roy swung her wand and cast a disarming spell on Voldemort's hand. The wand spun and flew into Roy's hand.
Silence followed. Royla and Voldemort stood facing each other. Voldemort let out a mocking laugh: "So you think you can send me to Azkaban?"
"I'll tell you a secret—that can't hold me in at all."
"I'll escape from there—and then try to kill you."
He received no answer; Loila simply stared at him, wand in hand.
One is a hunter who could wield the butcher's knife, but is unable to act due to inner conflict; the other is prey waiting for an opportunity to escape, whose despicable thoughts are afraid of the hunter's gun.
"Smack."
Just then, a soft sound came from Loila's communication wristband.
That was Luna's message.
"Are you alright, Royla? My necklace has turned red! Mr. Hagrid's too—"
"But you'll definitely be fine, maybe just a little trouble—"
"How are things going with Lockhart?" Luna's voice, as melodious as a wind chime, seemed to echo in Loira's ears.
"Don't forget to go back to Hogwarts!"
"...
"A despicable, childish game of make-believe." Voldemort knew exactly what this was, and he sneered, "Don't worry, if I escape—"
"She will die too."
Loila silently raised her head, her blue eyes quietly looking at Voldemort. Finally, the hesitation in her eyes disappeared, whether because of Voldemort's words or because she finally understood.
He was never her friend.
A ghastly green curse emanated from the tip of the staff, striking him directly.
Voldemort is dead—or rather, he should be dead.
He let out a muffled groan and fell to the ground, but his body gradually became transparent. Since he was originally a soul transformed into human form, he naturally could not die again.
As he slowly disappeared from sight, Loila heard a soft sound coming from the office behind her.
The diary, spread out on the ground, burst into flames and then, to Loila's slightly surprised gaze, transformed into a ghastly green skull.
"Buzz!"
A violent explosion struck, and Loila waved her wand in front of her, shielding the students, professor, and unicorn behind her.
After the shockwave of the explosion subsided, Loila let out a soft sigh of relief.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts office no longer exists; all that remains is a large hole and sunlight streaming in from outside.
With the sunlight warming her face, Loila felt a little comforted, and the unicorn standing beside her gently nuzzled her head.
She took a deep breath and hugged the unicorn's head.
"Clatter".
Just then, a soft sound came from beside her feet.
She instinctively looked down and saw Harry—he had sat down on the ground after the spell was broken.
However, at this moment he showed no other expression, only surprise.
He was staring at Loila in surprise, covering his mouth.
Loila paused for a moment, then subconsciously reached out and touched her face.
Seemingly because of Voldemort's sudden and unexpected attack, a diagonal cut severed the mask in two, revealing half of Royla's face.
Harry had just been looking at that half-face and that pointed ear that was twitching slightly.
(Volume 1: The End)