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Chapter 455 The Problem of Magic
Chapter 455 The Problem of Magic
"Miss Hamilton, how have you been these past few days?"
Looking at Dumbledore sitting in a chair playing Wizard's Chess, Royla pursed her lips and remained silent.
Why does Dumbledore look like he wants me to suffer? What's wrong with you, old man?
After thinking for a moment, Loila took the initiative to ask, "Dumbledore—is there something you need from me?"
Loila, who had just finished class, somehow ran into Bibi, a house-elf, at the door, and he brought her news of Dumbledore.
I hope to meet with Royla.
Loila initially thought it was something big—maybe related to a murderer or something about the Order of the Phoenix—but when she came in, she saw Dumbledore calmly playing chess.
It doesn't seem to be anything particularly important?
Since that's the case, let's hurry up and finish dealing with this before leaving — Roy had no interest in chatting with Dumbledore; he was probably one of the few people at Hogwarts who made Roy unhappy just looking at him.
Hmm—Professor Snape and Mr. Steinberg must be terrified just looking at them.
"Young people are so impatient, aren't they?" Dumbledore remarked casually, looking up. "How about a game of chess with me?"
Did you call me here so early in the morning just to beat me at Wizard Chess?
Loila shook her head decisively: "Um—I don't really want to play chess right now."
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "Very well, Miss Hamilton—it seems you have your own urgent matters to attend to, don't you?"
"That's right," he said slowly, "How's the work on the third match going?"
"Aren't you still lacking magic power? — Didn't I tell you last time? — Wait, could it be that you've already —"
Loira looked at Dumbledore in surprise, pursed her lips, and said, "About magic—"
"There is indeed a place in Hogwarts with ample magic." Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"I need a lot of magic reserves," Loira said after thinking for a moment. "A lot—a lot of that—"
"Rest assured, Miss Hamilton—there is more than enough magic there."
"So confident?" Loila looked at Dumbledore with considerable surprise. Dumbledore was usually a fairly trustworthy person—could it be that Hogwarts really had such a place?
Roy had originally planned to inscribe several hundred energy storage magic arrays at once for power supply—but it seems that it is no longer necessary now.
"Where...where is that?" Loila asked hurriedly, "Can...can we go there now?"
"How long will it take?"
"No rush, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and gently placed his hand on the chess piece. "There's plenty of time—enough for us to play another game."
"You old geezer, how can you be so annoying!" Loira was instantly furious. "Didn't you assign me this job? And now you're not cooperating!"
"I heard your strength has improved, is that true?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Miss Nagini told me that you are now able to defeat her."
Miss Nagini's level isn't good either—but—but if you put it that way—Roy gritted his teeth and nodded: "I think—I think I can beat you too."
"Really?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "Then I'm really looking forward to it."
The cunning Dumbledore—how come I always fall for his tricks?
Loila walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, her face dark with anger. If the students saw her, they would probably think she was imitating Professor Snape.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. I've been playing chess with Dumbledore for three years and haven't won even once—that old guy should at least let me win once, doesn't he know how to play the long game?
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Loila clenched her fist, instinctively wanting to smash it against the wall, but the thought of how painful it would be made her decide against it.
Although he didn't win the chess game, Dumbledore told him where the magic reserves were the largest.
But—is the location he gave us correct?
Loila looked at the note in her hand and tilted her head.
"The giant on the eighth floor, with his club, hits the opposite side of Barnabas, and spins around three times, deep in thought."
Is this really not a prank? Didn't the image that appeared after spinning around three times really mean Dumbledore's "I'm just kidding"?
Loila pursed her lips in suspicion, but she had no choice but to believe it—after all, she didn't have any other options right now, did she?
She had never actually been to the eighth floor of Hogwarts before, partly because it was so high up, and partly because there was nothing there that she needed to go there.
After all, even if you want to go to the Astronomical Tower alone, you'll just have to take a different route.
At first, Loila encountered a few students along the way, but after she reached the eighth floor, she couldn't see a single student.
Come to think of it, who would have nothing better to do than come and look around the empty eighth floor? — Loila pursed her lips as she looked at the somewhat deserted corridor and the huge tapestry.
Loila had actually heard the story of the trolls beating up Barnabas. It was said that a man named Barnabas wanted to train a band of trolls, but in the end, he was grabbed by the foot by an angry troll.
This story was something she'd heard from her mother—Loila thought to herself as she began to spin around in circles, just as Dumbledore had instructed.
However, thinking about her mother, Loila hadn't been home for a while—after all, she had been very busy this semester and hadn't gone home for Christmas. Perhaps she should find a day to go back and rest.
After all, home is where you really belong.
"Clatter".
Just as Loila was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a soft sound.
Then she looked in the direction of the sound and found a door that had appeared on the wall at some point, opposite the tapestry.
When did this appear? Was it always there?
Loila paused for a moment, then looked at him carefully for a few moments.
Wait a minute—this door—is it a magic array?
No, no, no—it should be that a magic circle is engraved on this wall—Loila raised her wand and flicked it gently. Blue patterns spread along the door, like a dense spider web slowly connecting the entire corridor.
Even the floor beneath Loila's feet was engraved with magic circles—this was an extraordinary magic circle!
Loila bit her lip in surprise. The level of detail and complexity was astounding; even she herself would need considerable time to create such a magic circle.
Loila bent down and examined the magic circle under her feet as carefully as a child playing in the mud—this magic circle should be able to sense movement—and also have the function of sensing people's thoughts.
So—Dumbledore's suggestion to walk around three times and keep thinking—is that the key to activating these magic circles?
So this door is also a product of the magic array being activated?
Loila gripped her wand tightly, a little excited. Dumbledore, you're actually quite—quite kind of person!
Thinking this, Loila eagerly pushed open the door that had suddenly appeared.