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Chapter 421 Unpredictable Turbulence
Chapter 421 Unpredictable Turbulence
"You've arrived, Headmaster Dumbledore." Fudge greeted Dumbledore almost instantly upon seeing him appear, his face contorted in a grimace, his charcoal-black appearance making him almost look like Professor Snape.
Although Dumbledore remained expressionless, Roy could still sense the inexplicable fire hidden deep within his heart.
Ugh—Dumbledore is actually this angry? Because of Karkaroff?
I have absolutely no idea what Karkaroff is all about.
Loila hid behind Dumbledore, watching Minister Fudge speak with him.
"The Aurors have searched the area, but found nothing," Fudge said anxiously. "It's clear the killer—or rather, Sirius—has escaped again."
Sirius? Loila paused for a moment upon hearing the name. Why would Minister Fudge say Sirius—ah, it does make sense, after all, as Voldemort's henchman, it seems reasonable for Sirius to kill those who try to get close to Harry and help him—
Moreover, Loila felt quite good about blaming Sirius for betraying his friends—she felt no guilt whatsoever.
"This matter may not necessarily have anything to do with Sirius." Dumbledore's answer surprised both Fudge and Royla.
"Headmaster Dumbledore—you already have—"
"Not yet." Dumbledore said, shaking his head slightly, then took a few steps forward. Lying in front of them was Karkaroff.
His condition was exactly the same as when Loila left; he lay there lifeless, the only difference being that he was a little wet.
This must be the frost left behind when the Dementor got close —
"Miss Hamilton, what are your thoughts?" Dumbledore glanced sideways at Loyra, who had been hiding behind him.
"What do you think?" Loila pursed her lips, unsure of what to say—should she say it was a good thing she died?
"I—I don't know either—he—this is—" Loila stammered, and finally could only fall into an awkward silence.
What seemed utterly suspicious about others was perfectly normal for her, so Dumbledore and Fudge didn't say anything more and continued talking around the corpse.
Lori didn't really listen to their discussion because, to be honest, she didn't think she had any doubts.
I have an alibi provided by Miss Hilo; I was clearly lying on the ground the whole time, right?
How could he be a murderer? Hehe.
"Professor Hamilton—it's been a while."
"Hmm?" A somewhat familiar voice made Loila look up, and what came into view was none other than Mr. Parkinson, who looked helpless.
He shook his head and walked over, startling Luo Yili so much that she involuntarily took a few steps back.
Mr. Parkinson is a master of conversation—he's not going to keep me talking for ages again, is he?
If I had known this before, I wouldn't have come with Dumbledore—and that's exactly what happened.
As soon as Parkinson reached Loila's side, he couldn't help but ask, "What's going on here? Why are strange things happening every few days?"
"That's bad enough—but things keep getting worse—first it was arson, now it's a school principal being murdered." Parkinson said, clutching his head, "This could turn into a diplomatic incident!"
"Ah—is that so—" So Karkaroff's status is that high? —Loila hadn't considered the possibility of any diplomatic incidents.
"If I ever catch who did it—I'll send them to Azkaban!"
"Hmm...hmm." Loila said, her eyes darting around, "Bad guys like that should definitely be sent to Azkaban."
The premise is that you actually manage to catch her —
"Fortunately, the news about this has been temporarily suppressed, but I doubt it will be suppressed for long." Parkinson continued, looking troubled. He seemed to have no interest in what Loira had just said; he was simply complaining, "What if those Durmstrang students find out about this?"
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"I wonder how much of a commotion this will cause—of course, it's not certain—I heard that Durmstrang's students don't really like Karkaroff."
"But isn't it inappropriate to speak ill of the deceased while standing in front of a corpse?"
Don't worry, Mr. Parkinson. If Karkaroff, who was killed, really had a soul, then he must have been eaten by a Dementor.
There's absolutely nothing to be afraid of.
"But anyway—this is bound to be found out sooner or later, sigh—Sirius's situation is troublesome enough already, isn't it?"
Mr. Parkinson's complaints continued, but Loila's thoughts had already wandered elsewhere.
For him right now, he was undoubtedly safe. As long as he didn't do anything suspicious, he wouldn't be suspected—after all, Dumbledore had brought him here to see for himself, hadn't he?
Of course—this matter seems to have caused a bigger commotion than Loila had imagined. At this moment, there are at least fifty or sixty Aurors gathered here, if not a hundred.
The scene with so many Aurors was far more lively than faking his death. Besides the Aurors, there were also many Ministry of Magic personnel claiming to be reconnaissance experts gathered around. Unfortunately for them, they were destined to uncover no valuable clues.
After all, most of the clues had been destroyed by Loila, and very few clues remained on Karkaroff.
Seeing the experts' worried faces, Loila subconsciously felt a little smug.
Hehehe, this is the perfect crime Miss Loila Hamilton has committed! A perfect crime that no one will ever discover—
"Miss Hamilton—"
"Cough cough—cough cough cough." Startled by Dumbledore's sudden call, Loila quickly suppressed her smugness, coughed, and walked over.
"W-what's wrong?"
"Could we investigate using a magic circle?" Minister Fudge asked anxiously as Loira approached. "For example, is there any magic circle that could help us see what happened here—"
Do you think magic circles are some kind of wish-granting machine?
Although the magic circle is almost omnipotent, there should still be some logic to it—the most fundamental logic of this matter is that I will not help in any way.
"I'm...sorry," Loila said, pursing her lips. "I...can't do that right now."
"Even the memory headband can only be used on living people." Loila's explanation made Fudge sigh.
He rubbed his forehead and looked at Dumbledore: "Headmaster Dumbledore—what should we do about this?"
After a few seconds of silence, Dumbledore slowly said, "This matter is inextricably linked to the Death Eaters."
"Dumbledore—" Fudge frowned immediately upon hearing the words "Death Eaters." "Didn't we already reach an agreement on this?"
"That's the essence of the Death Eaters—"
"But Cornelius—" Dumbledore interrupted Fudge, speaking slowly, "This matter is now—out in the open."
"Now Karkaroff has been killed—who's next?" Although there was no question in his tone, the inexplicable oppressive feeling that came with Dumbledore's words silenced Fudge.
Seeing Fudge remain silent, Dumbledore gently shook his head and then looked at Royla.
"Miss Hamilton—do you have any plans this weekend?"
"No—no." Don't look at me like that! Loila shrank back a little in fear.
"I'm sorry—Miss Hamilton." As if realizing something, Dumbledore closed his eyes slightly and paused. When he opened his eyes again, Loira saw him as usual.
"If you're free this weekend, please come to this address," he said, handing a note to Loila.
"Um?
"Godric Valley —"
This is where?