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Chapter 418 After the Storm
Chapter 418 After the Storm
"call----"
As the sun set, Loila lay on the bed in the school hospital, feeling incredibly relaxed—yes, relaxed—
This was a feeling she had never had before, not only because of the end of the second game, but also because of what happened during the second game.
It must have been really tough on Miss Shiro — without Miss Shiro's cooperation, it would have been very difficult for me to do it all by myself. And in the end, I succeeded, didn't I?
Loila gently closed her eyes, feeling an unprecedented drowsiness, perhaps due to the release after a long period of tension—she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
"Muller?!" The silver-haired girl was very surprised to see the person in front of her, because she never thought that Muller would appear here.
Isn't this the Ministry of Magic?
Is Mueller working at the Ministry of Magic? That's great—I can see Mueller again—I thought I'd never see him again.
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But—is he still angry? Because of her own—her own actions—the silver-haired girl felt a little scared just thinking about it.
"Um—Muller." She poked her finger as if trying to say something, but Muller didn't give her any room to explain. He pulled the girl up and lowered his voice, saying, "Don't say anything yet—just listen to me."
"Hmm?"
Seeing the somewhat bewildered girl, Muller pursed his lips helplessly and said, "Anyway, if you want to leave here—just listen to me, okay?"
"I don't know how you got here—but you can't stay here any longer."
"This is not a place for you."
"But this place is great—" the silver-haired girl whispered, "Someone gives me—gives me food—and I don't have to work or anything—"
"This is prison food!" Muller couldn't help but say, "And do you think it can go on like this forever?"
"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with this place," Muller said through gritted teeth. "Tonight, you'll be on trial."
"You don't think trial is some kind of child's play, do you?"
"The crimes you've committed are punishable by death!"
"Huh?" The silver-haired girl paused for a moment before saying, "Because—because of researching magic arrays?"
"Of course it's not because of that—" Muller said, rubbing his temples with a slight headache, "Anyway, that's not important—"
"The important question is, do you want to die?"
"Of course—of course I don't want to—I still want to study magic arrays—and I also want to make up with you, Muller—"
Although his name was listed after the magic circle, Muller suddenly fell silent for a few seconds upon hearing this.
"You really are—" he muttered a few words before quickly straightening his expression.
"Anyway, if you don't want to die—you'll have to listen to me." He said, glancing around before gently raising his wand and pointing it at Loila's hand.
"Clatter".
With a silent incantation, the handcuffs snapped open.
"This—this is—" The silver-haired girl was startled, seemingly not understanding what it meant.
"Of course, it's a prison break," Muller said irritably. "I don't have the ability to release you without charge—only Lord Grindelwald could do that—so our only option now is to break out."
As he spoke, he tossed his cloak over Loila.
"This is an invisibility cloak—not the best batch, but enough to fool those patrolling Aurors." He whispered, "Stay inside and don't make a sound."
"Ugh—good—good—" The silver-haired girl, whose body was covered by Muller's cloak, blushed bright red. This was the first time she had been so close to a boy.
So... is Müller really that reassuring? Müller has always seemed so reassuring—just like Dad...
Same----
Muller, who was hiding Loila under his robe, also blushed slightly; he had never been this close to Loila before.
Is this the scent of Veela?
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he smelled something like cornflowers.
No, no—now is not the time to think about this.
Muller pulled up the hood of his cloak, and he himself slowly disappeared from the spot.
He had specifically obtained the invisibility cloak from the Ansbach family's treasury; with it, he could avoid most dangers.
The two of them walked carefully, one after the other, toward the exit of the Ministry of Magic.
The German Ministry of Magic's prison is located within the Ministry of Magic itself, so many Aurors are usually stationed there.
After dodging several patrolling Aurors, Muller slightly increased his speed.
After all, they didn't have the leisure to stroll around here. It wouldn't be long before the Aurors discovered that Loila was missing, and then they would be met with a search by all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic.
Therefore, the simplest way is to sneak to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic without attracting anyone's attention, and then escape from there using Apparition.
But is it possible?
To be honest, Muller didn't know either—because the whole plan was actually very rushed, to a certain extent—after all, he had only just learned that Loira was about to be tried.
Once on trial, he would be sentenced to death on the spot—and then there would be no way to save him.
Therefore, he had no choice but to take immediate action, using a somewhat unreliable method.
The girl hidden under Muller's robe had no idea what he was thinking; she only felt that Muller was truly amazing.
Muller always managed to protect himself in this way—he always had his own way of dealing with things—whether at Durmstrang or at his own home.
We're not even friends, but he's so good to me.
Since she was born, only her father and mother had ever treated her like this—feeling a warm feeling in her heart, Loira didn't make a sound. She just held tightly to the hem of Muller's clothes and followed behind him.
Just like before.
But what happened next wasn't quite like a fairy tale—
Loila pursed her lips and slowly opened her eyes. She hadn't fallen asleep at all—even though she was exhausted, even though she had already—already done everything.
But she still couldn't fall asleep.
Perhaps it's because—because I was too excited?
"Clatter".
Just then, the door to the infirmary opened, and walked in none other than Dumbledore.
His face was expressionless, yet one could sense a certain emotion within him.
He was like a fireplace burning in summer, just looking at him made you feel incredibly hot. His usually indifferent eyes were now mixed with confusion and a hint of fire.
"Miss Hamilton—how was your rest?" he said slowly, then sat down next to Loila. His seemingly stern yet subtly irritating demeanor made Loila bite her lip.
"It's...it's alright." Loila pursed her lips and answered carefully, already knowing why Dumbledore was angry.
"What's wrong?" she asked anyway.
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Dumbledore paused for a few seconds, then said slowly and deliberately, "Igor Karkaroff is dead."
"Miss Hamilton—I need your help now."
"ah?
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"Hmm!"
"Okay—okay."
Her acting skills might not be very good—but—hearing the news of Karkaroff's death, even though she had seen his body with her own eyes, Loira still breathed a slight sigh of relief.
At least it wasn't a dream, was it?