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Chapter 428 From Today On, I'll Be in Charge
Chapter 428 From Today On, I'll Be in Charge
At the Hogwarts dock, a huge sailing ship was moored. It was a magical sailing ship, with the Durmstrang logo painted on its massive canvas.
This is the sailboat that Durmstrang students used when they arrived, and it is also where they usually live.
Hogwarts doesn't have many dormitories, so Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students don't live in the castle; they only go in for meals and classes.
This is actually a good thing, since the atmosphere inside Hogwarts Castle isn't exactly pleasant right now.
The conflict between Hogwarts students and Durmstrang students reached its peak—or rather, the conflict between Gryffindor and Durmstrang.
These little lions, who already disliked dark magic, felt their discontent reach its peak after learning of Durmstrang's slander against Hogwarts and Dumbledore.
It is said that some people claim they would beat up every Durmstrang wizard they saw—of course, Durmstrang students were not the kind of people who would passively take a beating; they were all eager to fight, as if waiting to challenge the Gryffindor students.
Even on the way to Durmstrang's sailing ship, many Durmstrang students stood guard, carefully observing anyone who might approach, wands in hand.
At this moment, Miss Loila Hamilton from Hogwarts walked over somewhat nervously.
No way—it's scary—so many people—all staring at me—they're not going to lay a hand on the professor, are they? They shouldn't, right?
And he's even a Veela hybrid or something—but Durmstrang seems—doesn't seem to have much of an opinion on that now—he seems much better about it than when he was in school.
Even so, Loila still carefully gripped her wand.
"Professor Hamilton, is there anything I can help you with?" However, these Durmstrang students were quite polite when facing her.
After all, most people know that she graduated from Durmstrang, and was even a distinguished graduate of Durmstrang.
She even won the school's intramural dueling tournament twice in a row—Royla's name is still engraved in Durmstrang's trophy room, although for some reason those two trophies are the worst maintained.
Even so, in this somewhat chaotic situation, Professor Hamilton is one of the few Hogwarts professors they have a good impression of.
Especially considering she's also quite cute —
Getting back to the point, the student holding the door was subconsciously a little surprised when he saw Loila arrive.
"Professor Hamilton, are you here to help us get justice?" Before Loila could answer, another student couldn't help but ask.
"Ah—that—" Loila pursed her lips and said, "I—I'm here to help you—"
She was trying to speak to these students in the way Lord Grindelwald did, first and foremost—to build rapport—
"Oh, is that so? Then please come in!" A student's face immediately lit up with joy. He eagerly made way for them and shouted inside, "Professor Hamilton is here! She's here to seek justice for us!"
No, don't rush to say things like that! And upholding justice—do you expect me to confront Dumbledore?!
However, it was clear that it was too late to stop her. As soon as Loila stepped onto the deck of the sailboat, a large group of students emerged.
These Durmstrang students, who usually seemed rather aloof or had a gloomy demeanor, appeared unusually excited at this moment, as if they had seen a relative upon seeing Loira's arrival.
"Professor Hamilton, you must seek justice for us!"
"The people at Hogwarts are so wicked!"
"Those British guys are absolutely despicable!"
"Professor Hamilton, let's lead the charge!"
No way—what is all this?! Listening to the students' words, Loila resisted the urge to run away.
After all, strictly speaking, she was also a Hogwarts student, and a British citizen.
These students must have forgotten for now — Loila pursed her lips, watching the students gather in increasing numbers, and finally coughed.
"Um—uh—everyone, please be quiet—please be quiet." She was a little unaccustomed to speaking in front of so many people. Although she had practiced for several years, she was still subconsciously a little nervous.
Especially when you realize that these people are very likely to swing their wands at you.
However, once she spoke, the students quieted down.
"About what happened this morning—about that—" Loila pursed her lips and began to recall the script she had been memorizing all afternoon: "I have spoken with Headmaster Dumbledore—he—he expressed his understanding."
"But—but he doesn't want anyone to—get into conflict again—"
"Why should we?! Give us back our principal!"
"That's right, even our principal died without understanding why, so what are we supposed to do, cower in fear?!"
"The ones who play the turtle are from Hogwarts, not from Durmstrang."
Seeing them getting agitated again, Loila had to say once more, "Quiet—quiet down!"
Can you please let me finish what I have to say?
"Professor Hamilton, we cannot support this decision!"
"We demand justice for Principal Karkarov!"
"Make the murderer pay with his life!"
"Let Dumbledore take responsibility!"
However, it was clear that Loila could not quiet these excited students down, and they were all shouting and holding up their wands as if they were about to do something.
Loila bit her lip, and her pointed ears stood up high.
Then—she pursed her lips, took out the silver-white mask from her bosom, and put it on.
As she put on the mask, she took a deep breath and then raised her wand.
"Quiet down, all of you!"
The tip of her cane struck her throat, producing an unusually loud sound, much louder than when she was in the auditorium, instantly silencing all the students.
"Can you please let me finish what I have to say?" Loila's voice was extremely cold at this moment, but those who knew her well would have noticed the anger beneath the coldness.
Can't you damn students just let people finish speaking? What's the rush all of you doing? And you're even talking about avenging Karkaroff!
What's the point of seeking revenge against a guy like him?!
Loila was quite annoyed by the students' antics, but more so by Karkaroff's part.
Why? Why should someone like him be talked about like that? Just because he's the principal?
Looking at the students who had quieted down, Loila, wearing a mask, pursed her lips, glanced at them one by one, and continued, "Don't you stupid guys have any self-thinking?"
Loila's cold, icy words left the Durmstrang students speechless, especially as she held her wand high, sweeping it across everyone.
The oppressive feeling emanating from the silver mask caused every student to lower their head.
Durmstrang's students have always feared only power—and the power that Roy possesses is indeed beyond their reach.
And for some reason, several students even had excited expressions on their lowered faces—as if they had witnessed—Professor Hamilton's unique side.
"The contrast is amazing—it's so cool—" a student standing next to Siegfried muttered to himself, making her feel a little nauseous.
Being lectured by Hamilton here was disgusting enough—how could someone like this be around me?—but what she said was absolutely right—shouting around wouldn't solve anything—and Karkaroff was telling the truth—
Siegfried didn't have any special feelings for him; so what if he died—he wasn't exactly a good person anyway.
As for the students' babbling about revenge and demanding justice, she found it rather childish—you don't actually think you can defeat Dumbledore with just a bunch of students, do you?
We can't even beat Hamilton right in front of us!
Noticing Loila's gaze, she immediately lowered her head slightly—to avoid any scapegoating.
Very good — Very good —
Seeing that they had all quieted down, Loila took a deep breath, and her anger slowly dissipated.
Then she suddenly realized—she seemed to have lost control of her emotions just now—no, no, she's an adult—how could she get angry so easily—she needs to calm down—calm down.
But I can't stay calm when I think about Karkarov!
But he even pointed his wand at the students—and almost physically achieved what Dumbledore had asked of him: becoming one with the students!