The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 314 Rozier and Hamilton

Chapter 314 Rozier and Hamilton (Part 2)

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Disarm you!"

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

As some unknown wizard first waved his wand, spells flew through the hallways of the house.

Hilo, who was skilled in using Transfiguration, almost instantly flicked his wand, lifting the floor and causing it to tumble the wizards to the ground like a wave.

Then her wand moved again, and the candlesticks in the corridor flew up one by one, like sharp blades, and smashed towards the wizards in front of her.

In just a few moments, most of the wizards in front of Peterson had fallen. Although the narrow corridor restricted Hilo's shapeshifting magic, it also prevented these wizards from concentrating their firepower immediately.

They had to avoid their teammates in front of them while also trying to attack Hilo—which was too difficult for them.

Peterson gritted his teeth as he watched the number of wizards standing around him dwindle, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

He wasn't good at fighting, and he didn't think he could defeat that wretched Rozier.

This is getting a bit troublesome—that damned Rozier—it's all her fault for meddling—this is clearly a family matter, what right does she have to interfere?

Just as Peterson sensed something was wrong and was about to flee, he heard a noise coming from downstairs.

The reinforcements from the Hamilton family have arrived! In an instant, more than a dozen wizards rushed up from downstairs, and wizards continued to emerge from the fireplace.

"Uncle," Carlo said, walking up to Peterson and nodding slightly. "I brought almost everyone I could."

There were about forty people.

Seeing the increasing number of wizards around him, Peterson's tension eased considerably. He immediately nodded and said, "Leave no survivors. Kill them all."

"No one would know about this in such a remote mountain forest."

"Understood, Uncle." Carlo nodded and said to the wizards around him, "Leave no survivors."

"Kill them both!"

This is a bit troublesome.

Although they had already taken down seven or eight wizards, the number of enemies in the corridor showed no signs of decreasing. Hero and Lupin had to rely on the various pieces of furniture in the corridor as shields to block the enemy's attacks.

At first, he was able to fight back and suppress the enemy with the Transformation Charm, but as more and more enemies surrounded him, Hilo didn't even dare to raise his head.

In addition, enemies began to flank from the other side of the corridor. In order to avoid being attacked from both sides, Shiloh had no choice but to turn into the room where Lupin was being held to fight back.

"Faint!" She flicked her wand, knocking down a somewhat reckless enemy, and then had to immediately pull her head back to dodge the seven or eight spells that came at her.

"This won't work, Miss Shiloh," Lupin said through gritted teeth. "Why don't you escape first? Although you can't Apparate inside, once you're outside..."

"Are you kidding me?" Shiloh said, looking at him. "If it weren't to help Miss Hamilton rescue you, would I be in a place like this?"

"So you and Loila are friends after all."

"I already said no." Heero coldly raised her wand. "Faint!"

Another wizard was defeated by her.

Although his face remained expressionless, Hilo felt the pressure mounting—with the enemy's reinforcements increasing, they could only huddle in this room.

It was only a matter of time before he was killed.

Miss Nagini was currently commanding the basilisk—the only ones in the room capable of fighting were herself and Lupin—

Tsk tsk — this is getting a bit troublesome.

If Hilo wanted to escape, it would be very simple; he just needed to blast a big hole in the wall behind him.

But—she glanced at Lupin's injured foot and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Besides Lupin, he couldn't just abandon Miss Nagini and that basilisk monster.

Even so, he couldn't give up—he was a member of the Sorcerer Party, a saint of Lord Grindelwald—

Speaking of which—was this the same situation Aunt Vida faced back in Nurmengard? For some reason, Hilo suddenly thought of this at a time like this—

However, the opposing side didn't have someone like Dumbledore—and their side didn't have Lord Grindelwald either—

"Surround them!" Peterson's voice rang out from outside the door. "They're just at their last gasp!"

"And they have nowhere to escape! You can't use the Apparition Charm inside the room!"

Hearing the sounds outside the door, Hilo flicked her wand, disintegrating all the tables and chairs in the room into ice spikes that hung behind her. Anyone who dared to step out of the room first would be riddled with ice spikes.

"Miss Shiloh—where is Loila?" Lupin asked in a low voice, realizing something. "Didn't she come?"

If only she could come—Shilo pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. If that girl, who knew nothing but spells, magic circles, and being cute, were here—it wouldn't be so troublesome.

No, wait—wasn't this guy the one who caused all this trouble?

You damned parasite! Can't you be useful even once?

The damned parasite was lying in the Hogwarts infirmary, her brow furrowed and her face burning red. Luna, sitting beside her, gently placed her hand on her forehead.

"Dad—Mom—"

"Müller————"

Loila felt as if she were lying in a sea, sinking continuously, surrounded by countless bubbles.

Through these bubbles, she could see her father and mother's smiles, Muller's head tilted as he spoke in a low voice, and Lord Grindelwald's triumphant face.

But all of this seems like a bubble, bursting in an instant and then constantly condensing again.

No—no—she reached out to touch the bubbles, but they burst as soon as she touched them.

As the bubbles burst, she could still hear the sounds around her, muffled and chaotic sounds, like Muller's angry rebuke, her father's confident voice, and Lord Grindelwald's words of comfort.

The sounds they uttered seemed the same, yet also completely different—the content they spoke seemed the same, yet also diametrically opposed.

Everything was so chaotic—so chaotic that she didn't know if she was awake or asleep.

"Why does it suddenly seem a bit serious?" Madam Pomfrey frowned as she looked at her flushed face, casually waving her wand to wipe the sweat from her forehead with a towel.

She gently reached out and touched Loila's forehead, then her wrinkles deepened: "High fever—"

"I'll go get some more medicine—Miss Lovegood, could you please change her towel—and wipe her sweat?"

"Wait a minute—" Luna pursed her lips, looked at Loila, suddenly remembered something, and then quickly ran out of the school hospital.

"Miss Lovegood?" Mrs. Pomfrey was taken aback when she saw her suddenly run out, not knowing what she meant.