The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 167 The Silent Witch and Riddle

Chapter 167 The Silent Witch and Riddle (Part 1)

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Professor Hamilton?!

Harry stared in shock at the figure before him, momentarily bewildered—wasn't Professor Hamilton—wasn't he in league with Voldemort?

And why was she riding on a unicorn—that wasn't it—Harry's mind went blank; he didn't understand what was going on.

Professor Hamilton sat silently on the unicorn, a magic wand in his hand.

"Tsk—" Riddle visibly showed a look of apprehension. He stood next to the immobilized Harry, twirling his wand and looking thoughtfully at Professor Hamilton.

"Looks like that good-for-nothing Lockhart couldn't hold you back, could he?" he said slowly, his gloomy eyes fixed on Professor Hamilton.

Although he didn't know why, Harry still figured it out—Professor Hamilton and Voldemort were not on the same side—they might even be enemies.

But—Professor Hamilton remained silent, sitting quietly on the unicorn, her silent silver mask exuding an unspeakable sense of oppression.

So, what was Professor Hamilton thinking at this moment?

What's going on here?!

Who is this?! Why does he act like he knows me?! I have absolutely no idea who he is!

And—and why are there so many people?! Professor McGonagall, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley are all lying on the ground?! And what's Mr. Potter doing here too?!

Loila felt her mind was in a mess. She thought she could secretly retrieve the diary, but after discovering the concealment spell, she sensed something was wrong. Riding her unicorn, she broke through the window—only to see the scene before her.

Wait a minute—could this person be Mr. Riddle?

Loila took a deep breath and tightened her grip on her wand slightly—had Mr. Riddle's life force brought him back to life from the diary?

Loila had been pondering the purpose of that life-draining magic circle—the worst-case scenario being the current situation.

In order to revive myself—

"It's a rather awkward meeting," Riddle said, shaking his head slightly. "I thought we'd meet in a more dignified way."

His words made Roy purse his lips, unsure how to respond—Mr. Riddle was his friend—but his friend seemed—seemed to be about to do something bad—

Loila didn't know how to solve this problem.

She had never had any friends before, and naturally had never encountered such a predicament.

Should I do it myself?

How to stop Mr. Riddle's actions?

We should still————

"Mr. Riddle—" Loila remained silent for a long time before finally speaking. Her voice behind the mask was somewhat muffled, but her childishness was still evident.

Please stop.

Loila took a deep breath and gently waved her wand as she floated down from the unicorn.

"Looks like you still haven't grasped the current situation," Riddle laughed. "I'm not the kind of girl who likes to play house with you, or a big oaf."

"This isn't some fairy tale where you can subdue your opponent with just words," Riddle said, flicking his cloak and pointing his wand at Loila.

Upon hearing this, Loila bit her lip nervously. She understood that her friend seemed to have embarked on a path of no return—or rather, he had long been on this evil path.

Voldemort and Mr. Riddle were always the same person.

In that case—I'll stop him myself—Roy wasn't very confident he could do it, but—but this was the mess he made.

Loila slowly raised her wand and aimed it at Voldemort; the silver wand shimmered faintly.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow at this, then shrugged and said, "Let me see—whoever Dumbledore praises—"

"The Silent Witch".

"So what level is it exactly?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his wand swung like lightning, unleashing a disarming spell from its tip. His attack was incredibly swift, a stark contrast to his previous battle with McGonagall.

If just moments ago it was a leisurely stroll, now it seems to be a full-on battle.

Even Harry could see that Voldemort was holding nothing back.

Even so—Professor Hamilton simply sidestepped and dodged the curse.

But his attack didn't stop there. Voldemort then waved his wand, unleashing spells of different colors from all directions, just as he had done with Professor McGonagall.

"Bang!"

Unfortunately, Professor Hamilton simply flicked his wand, and the ensuing spells were deflected one by one, scattering and hitting the office ceiling with a piercing sound.

Amidst this jarring sound, Professor Hamilton gently waved his wand.

The red whip shot out in an instant, streaking towards Voldemort like a meteor. It was also a silent spell, but Professor Hamilton's silent spell was clearly faster and more deadly.

"Bang!"

A simple Stunning Curse was of course no match for Voldemort. He flicked his cloak and pulled up the tables and chairs on the ground to block his way.

But after he blocked the Stunning Curse, he was met with a series of other curses.

Unlike Voldemort's Silent Charm, Professor Hamilton's Silent Charm was faster and more covert and unpredictable.

A barrage of spells rained down on Voldemort like dazzling fireworks, and Harry couldn't make out what they were at all.

All he could see were broken tables and chairs, floating portraits, and scattered glass that had all been turned into usable weapons.

The tables and chairs transformed into swords that slashed at Voldemort, the floating portraits became shields to block Voldemort's counterattacks, and shattered glass attacked from all directions, keeping Voldemort busy.

With just a gentle wave of his wand, the scene that had occurred before was replayed in front of Harry.

However, the roles of hunter and prey have changed.

"Damn it!" Voldemort was caught off guard and the edge of his robe was grazed by an icicle, leaving a scratch.

This is his first injury, but it's clear it won't be the last.

Looking at Hamilton, who stood quietly in place and had not moved from beginning to end, Voldemort flicked his wrist and raised his wand high.

"boom!"

A ball of flame immediately appeared, the ghastly green flame transforming into a giant python that lunged at Loira, followed immediately by the walls of fire that had been used to block Harry and the others.

No—no good!

Harry instinctively sensed something was wrong. This was the same tactic Voldemort had used to defeat Professor McGonagall—being engulfed in flames in such a confined space—even Professor Hamilton would have been…

Voldemort let out a cold laugh as he looked at Hamilton, who was surrounded by flames.

Even you couldn't easily extinguish these flames, could you? These aren't ordinary flames; they're mixed with fierce flames that won't stop burning. Even using a counter-spell won't make them easy to stop!

And there was no usable water nearby.

Voldemort arrogantly raised his head, gazing at the fiercely burning ball of fire. The seemingly silent witch was nothing more than this—to him, she was nothing more than a grasshopper struggling for a while longer.

"Pat-pat-pat"

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Amidst the crackling flames, footsteps echoed, and to Voldemort's incredulous gaze, a figure draped in a black robe slowly stepped out.

Her boots slammed into the floor, extinguishing the flames, and her robes brushed lightly against the tip of the fire, allowing it to slowly recede.

The mixed spell of Fiendfire and Flame, when facing Professor Hamilton, was like a docile kitten, naturally making way for her in the flames.

The flames, powerful enough to devour everything, didn't even scratch a corner of her clothes. She simply walked out quietly, wand lowered, as if taking a leisurely stroll.

Apart from her robes fluttering from the flames, she was unharmed.

The reason was simply the somewhat comical butterbeer pendant she wore around her neck.

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