The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 70: The Cunning Old Man

"A magic array item?" Loila paused for a moment, then quickly waved her hand. "My magic array item... it... it doesn't mean anything!"

"Don't say that, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore smiled gently and then strode into his office.

He examined the headband on the table with great interest under Loila's trembling gaze, and also glanced at the books on the table.

"Can I try?"

Suddenly, he picked up the headband and asked.

"I've never worn it before."

"You mean...?" Loila cautiously walked over to Dumbledore and asked, "To give it a try?"

"Hmm." Dumbledore chuckled softly. "I suppose there won't be any risks for an elderly person using this?"

"I'd only let you use it if there were real risks..." Loila nodded cautiously and said, "No... there's no risk at all."

"But... inside is... Professor McGonagall's memories." Loira pursed her lips and explained, "If you wear it... then... you can see her..."

"Ah...Minerva's?" Dumbledore seemed quite surprised. "This really brings back memories."

"That happened many years ago," he said, a nostalgic look on his face.

Then he slowly picked up the student headband and put it on his head.

"..."

Seeing Dumbledore put on the headband, Royla couldn't help but purse her lips... This old guy actually put it on without even asking...

Wait, can't he see outside right now?

Now is the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that Lord Grindelwald spoke of, isn't it?

She quickly touched her sleeve, about to pull out her wand.

But just as the tip of the staff appeared, Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ugh!" Loila shuddered and took a few steps back, hiding her hands behind her back.

Damn it! Is this old guy really that perceptive?

Loila looked at Dumbledore with some nervousness. He remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

"It really brings back memories," he said, shaking his head as if oblivious to Loila's subtle gesture, and continued, "As people get older, they become nostalgic."

"Ah...haha...hahaha..." Loila laughed awkwardly and then hid the wand in her sleeve.

"Would you like to give it a try?" Dumbledore said, holding up the student's headdress. "Have you seen Professor McGonagall's memories?"

"A little... a tiny bit..." Of course, Loila had seen it, but she only watched the first few lessons. The reason was simple: she was going to get Mr. Lockhart's memories today.

His memories are closer to the present and should be clearer... Professor McGonagall's memories are still quite distant, and much of the content was supplemented by Loira using her own abilities.

For example, fixing the broken windows at Hogwarts... or lighting the candles in class brighter, and so on...

"Is that so?" Dumbledore smiled with interest. "Then you really should take a look at the contents of this lesson."

"This lesson?" Loila blinked, looking at Dumbledore with a bit of confusion.

"That is, the...eighteenth memory." Dumbledore said, bowing slightly. "Trust me, you will like this memory."

Is that so?

How could he be so sure I would like it?

Loila looked at Dumbledore with some surprise. Seeing his confident demeanor, Loila subconsciously felt a little unconvinced.

He's so ordinary, yet so arrogant... Well, Dumbledore isn't exactly ordinary; he just happened to defeat Lord Grindelwald...

But since he put it that way... should I just take a look?

Loila carefully took the headband from Dumbledore's hand, then gave him a wary look.

Don't do anything weird!

For example, rummaging through my things... although there wasn't much, since Mr. Riddle had already been stored in my Space Extension Book...

Oh...right, you're not allowed to pinch my ears...and...and my hair or anything...or I'll definitely report you for being disrespectful to your elders!

However, Royla only dared to glance at Dumbledore briefly; her courage wasn't enough for her to confront the old man who had defeated Lord Grindelwald...

"Clatter".

As the headband was put on, a silver mist appeared before Loila's eyes.

"..."

"Um?"

This seemed to be just an ordinary Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even one that was ancient and vague.

Professor McGonagall herself didn't seem to remember this incident very well... The scenes Loila saw seemed to be filtered through a thin layer of light.

Fortunately, the content in the textbook remains the same.

But that's all... Loila didn't know what Dumbledore meant by saying she would definitely like it.

Is this old guy playing a trick on me?

Loila stomped her foot and, after glancing at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom that she remembered so vividly, vowed she would never let him get away with it.

Just as she was about to lose her memories, the silver mist in front of her suddenly emitted a faint light.

Then it changed... into a more magnificent and vibrant place.

This is... the Great Hall at Hogwarts?

Loila stared in astonishment at the various students who had suddenly appeared before her, and for a moment, she took a few steps back in fear.

Fortunately, they were just memories, and Loila breathed a sigh of relief after seeing them pass through her.

But... when did this memory originate? Is this the interesting thing Dumbledore mentioned?

Loila looked around and was surprised not to see Professor McGonagall.

Isn't this Professor McGonagall's memory?

Loila had no idea that memories could show scenes where she didn't exist... She looked around and only saw a cat nimbly walking down the corridor.

It couldn't possibly be a cat, could it?

Loira shook her head, trying to clear her mind, after all, the cat had already disappeared from the auditorium...

So... what's going on?

"Clatter".

The auditorium door suddenly opened, and a student dressed in a gorgeous robe with gold patterns walked in. It looked rather ostentatious.

He had blond hair, and... a smug smile on his face.

Is this Mr. Lockhart?

Although he looked like a student, Loila recognized him immediately.

Why is Mr. Lockhart here? Isn't this Professor McGonagall's recollection of decades ago?

"Hello everyone!" Under Loila's questioning gaze, student Lockhart flicked his robe and quickly stepped onto the table.

"Today is a lovely, romantic day!" he said, flicking his wand and conjuring a rose at the tip.

Then, to Loila's slightly frightened look, he put the rose in his mouth.

Mr. LoloLoloHart!

Loila covered her eyes and quickly took a few steps back. The scene before her made her so embarrassed that she almost fainted on the spot! Her empathy seemed to be too strong... seeing Mr. Lockhart like this... such extraordinary behavior.

Even Loila, who was used to his style, was a little overwhelmed for a moment. She felt a little dizzy and took a few steps back, but fortunately, since it was in memory, Loila did not seem to faint.

but……

Mr. Lockhart's performance wasn't over yet; with a rose still dangling from his lips, he continued, "Today is Valentine's Day!"

"I believe... there are definitely quite a few people who like me, Gerard Lockhart!"

He was met with silence. All the students looked up at him, and their gazes were... absolutely terrifying!

Loila recognized that look, of course; it was the look of someone looking at a "monster," a "freak," or a "lunatic."

Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

Meme Merlin... Lord Grindelwald... and whoever else is on top...

Loila remained huddled on the ground, too afraid to move for a long time. This was not only a rather embarrassing scene, but it also reminded Loila of Durmstrang...

It was absolutely... absolutely terrifying... If it weren't for Müller back then...

"Bang!"

The auditorium windows were opened.

Then, in Loila's wide blue eyes, countless owls flew in and dropped letters at Mr. Lockhart.

The letters were all pink, and they all had the same heart drawn on them.