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Chapter 423 Bashat
Chapter 423 Bashat
The weekend was fast approaching, and although the students had not yet been told about Karkaroff, rumors were already circulating within Hogwarts.
After all, it was rather strange that the school principal hadn't shown up for almost a week—even Durmstrang's students hadn't seen him.
Of course, what does this have to do with Royla?
Of course not, right?
She has something very important to do this weekend—attending Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix gathering.
Early in the morning, Loila brought Miss Nagini to Godric's Hollow. Although the name sounds like it has a natural landscape, it is actually a wizarding town located in Scotland.
However, unlike most wizarding settlements, this place also appears to have Muggles living here.
Looking at the town covered in snow, Loila rubbed her hands together and coughed a few times.
The place looked deserted, with hardly anyone walking around, even though it was already morning—if it were at Hogwarts, it would probably be filled with the noise of students.
But it was unusually quiet here—was this really Godric Valley?
Loila couldn't help but wonder if she had gone to the wrong place.
She had arrived at some mysterious Muggle camp, where she would be caught and eaten by Muggles if she took the wrong turn. Loila was unaware that Muggles also lived here. She gripped her wand tightly in her sleeve with some worry and carefully followed the address Dumbledore had given her.
Along the way, Loila also saw a statue located in the center of the town.
It was a man wearing glasses and a beautiful woman, holding a baby boy in their arms.
So this is still Mr. Potter's house?
Dumbledore, what's wrong with you? — They live in the same village as you, and you still can't protect them?
"He doesn't take his subordinates seriously at all." — Roy was thoughtfully examining the statue in front of him when he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, followed by a hoarse voice.
"They are the heroes who protected the wizarding world—"
What was that sound?! Could it be James Potter's spirit manifesting?!
Loila's body trembled instinctively. She bit her lip and gripped her wand tightly before cautiously turning her head away. If it were some kind of ghost, she swore she would use the Killing Curse immediately—
However, what came into view was not some ghost or monster, but an elderly woman who looked quite old. She was leaning on a cane, her hair was messy, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Good morning, Miss Hamilton." She gave a slight smile.
"Huh?"
She actually knows me?
But Loila had absolutely no recollection of the person in front of her.
"Of course I know you—" she coughed a few times and said, "After all, even I read the newspaper all the time, don't I?"
"I see—" Loila nodded thoughtfully, realizing she'd almost forgotten—she was actually quite a celebrity, especially since she hadn't been wearing a mask or anything like that lately—
Huh? Have I actually gotten used to living without a mask?
Loila patted her face in surprise, subconsciously feeling a little happy—as expected of herself, she had not only casually killed that damned Karkaroff, but also overcome the difficulties she was facing. Next, she should be able to take down Dumbledore.
Have you accomplished Lord Grindelwald's great work?
"What brings Miss Hamilton here?" The old woman, noticing her strange expression, asked slowly, "Is it about Albus?"
Albus?
She actually called Dumbledore by his name so affectionately—Loila immediately felt a little wary. Could the person in front of her be a member of Dumbledore's family?
Although I've never heard of him having any family, what if he does?
"Ah—yes—yes." Loila nodded in response to her question, then asked softly, "Um—um—you are—"
"I forgot to introduce myself, Miss Hamilton." The old woman gave an apologetic smile, coughed a few times, and then said, "I am Bathilda Baghatt."
"He is Dumbledore's friend."
If you hadn't added that last sentence, I might have been a little nicer to you—but Baghert—Loy thought for a few seconds and felt that the name sounded familiar—he seemed to have heard Lord Grindelwald or—Ms. Vida mention this name before.
But when was it? I've kind of forgotten—after all, it was sixty years ago, right?
But anyway, since she's Dumbledore's friend—
"Um—I need to go to this address." Loila thought for a moment and handed her the note: "It's here—"
where?"
"Dumbledore's house?" Upon seeing the address, Bagshot nodded knowingly. "Please follow me."
Unexpectedly, she was quite enthusiastic. It was just a pity that she followed Dumbledore and was trailing behind Bagshot. Royla started to have all sorts of wild thoughts.
Lately, she has indeed been having a lot of overthinking. It's probably because after Karkaroff died, she has temporarily lost her goals. Unlike before, when she had to keep planning something, now it seems that all she has left is to keep gaining Dumbledore's trust and then find an opportunity to kill him.
However, this task is quite difficult—at least Roy hasn't found an opportunity to kill Dumbledore yet—
If all else fails, should we poison Dumbledore? Like, give him some fecal impaction or something to make him have diarrhea—and then take the opportunity to kill him?
But that's difficult too—you can't exactly put manure stones in the office coffee machine, can you? I still want to use it after I kill Dumbledore—
Actually, it might be a good idea to make a move while Dumbledore is sleeping? But Royla doesn't even know where he sleeps—is he in the headmaster's office?
There's no bed in the principal's office.
"It's getting colder and colder lately."
"Ah—hmm?" Suddenly spoken to by Ms. Bashat in front of her, Loila paused for a moment and nodded somewhat blankly.
"You're a professor at Hogwarts, right?" Bagshot continued.
"Yes—yes."
"I heard you used to study at Durmstrang, right?"
"Ah—yes—yes." How does Ms. Bashat know so much about me? — Loila pursed her lips and looked at her back with a bit of a puzzlement.
"Demstrand is a good school—" she muttered. "My nephew goes there too."
"Nephew?" Although he wasn't quite sure of Ms. Bashat's age, it seemed that her nephew might even be his classmate.
Could it be another wizard who likes to play pranks on me?
Subconsciously, Loila pursed her lips and asked, "Ms. Bashat, what is your nephew's name?"
Upon hearing this, Bashat smiled slightly and then shook his head.
"His name is Gellert Grindelwald."
"Um?!"
Don't say Lord Grindelwald's name with such a nonchalant expression!