The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 459 Durmstrang and Stöger

Chapter 459 Durmstrang and Stöger

It was another early morning, and Siegfried, wrapped in a robe, was walking slowly down the corridors of Hogwarts. She wasn't up so early because she had any work to do, but simply because it was a habit.

She had been used to waking up this early since her time with the Ansbach family, and this habit only intensified after she arrived at Durmstrang and Hogwarts.

She likes to get up early and then stroll alone on campus, watching the morning mist or the snow that no one has stepped on.

Either one can help her calm down and relax.

After all, the situation was rather complicated—just thinking of Hamilton made her feel a little uneasy—

Discomfort ————

Or rather, they don't know how to deal with it.

I should have killed her, or hated her—but I—Siegfried felt uncomfortable just thinking about what happened that day.

An inexplicable blush appeared on her cheeks, making her feel a little—disgusted.

She only humiliated me, so why did I treat her like this—was it because of the Veela's influence?

Siegfried didn't know either—but since that day, for some reason, she felt her hatred had lessened considerably.

It's all her fault—Hamilton—

Through the glass, Siegfried could see a huge complex of buildings on the edge of the Quidditch pitch in the distance, said to be the location of the third game, and even from a distance, she could see the silver hair reflecting the sunlight.

Did she actually get up so early—for the third match?

The thought of the third match made Siegfried feel a little nauseous again. With the end of the third match, he would be leaving Hogwarts and would naturally no longer be able to meet Hamilton.

But—she hadn't gotten an answer yet—yes, an answer—she only knew that Muller had died because of the person in front of her, that her grandfather had shown that expression because of the person in front of her, and that her family had been disgraced because of the person in front of her.

But she unexpectedly discovered that she had never known, never known what she thought, how Hamilton viewed all of this—what Mueller truly meant to her, if it really was just—forgotten.

Why did she show that expression when she heard her own surname? Why did she sometimes look into her own eyes and fall into deep thought? And why did she do that thing that day?

But if she hadn't forgotten, why did she remain silent?

Siegfried unexpectedly found himself wanting to know these answers—so the best way would be to ask her, but asking her—was that really a good idea?

Siegfried felt that even if he spoke up, he would probably only get a stammering response.

She silently pursed her lips and stood by the glass window, deep in thought.

"Miss Ansbach, is that right?"

"Huh?" The somewhat unfamiliar voice in her ear startled her. She turned her head slightly and saw Mr. Sterberg with a serious expression.

She knew him, of course—a detective from the German Ministry of Magic, who was searching for the cause of Karkaroff's death—and had no affection or respect for the headmaster, Siegfried, and therefore hadn't paid any attention to the matter.

Why did he strike up a conversation with me? Was it because of my family?

"Mr. Steinberger—what is it?" Siegfried asked slowly, her face cold and expressionless.

"Are you observing Professor Hamilton?"

Siegfried frowned immediately upon hearing this: "No."

"I just happened to see it."

"Is that so?" Steiberg nodded knowingly, and slowly said, "Professor Hamilton is a very capable person."

"She is not only the greatest magic array expert of our time, but also one of the most powerful wizards."

"Heh." Siegfried chuckled noncommittally.

"Of course, she's also very good at dealing with you guys." Stöger said, leaning against the glass window, his serious expression seeming to soften slightly. "I thought you guys would cause some trouble at Hogwarts."

"Now it seems she played a very important role, didn't she?"

"This has nothing to do with her." Siegfried looked at Steinberger: "It's just boring to do even stranger things just for the sake of doing strange things."

Steinberger didn't speak, but simply looked at Siegfried silently, then slowly said, "But do you know what?"

"Professor Hamilton was the person I was most suspicious of before I came here."

"—" Siegfried was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Steinberger with a sarcastic expression: "Mr. Steinberger, you mean—"

"Did you suspect Hamilton was the murderer before?"

"Doesn't it seem so?" Steinberg said slowly. "Throughout the entire Hogwarts—in terms of both ability and common ground—only she meets the criteria."

Siegfried scoffed at this: "She was busy playing the role of a corpse back then."

“Of course I know that,” Steinberger nodded. “That’s why I said before coming here—”

"Of course, I'm starting to doubt her now," Steinberg said, pausing for a moment, "because the power of the magic circle is just too unpredictable."

"This is a power only she understands; we have absolutely no idea what the magic circle can do." Steinberg looked at the silver-haired figure in the distance: "So if the magic circle really can do—"

"Let one person appear in two places."

"We wouldn't know either," Steinberg said, looking at Siegfried. "What do you think?"

"—" Siegfried fell silent, took a deep breath, and shook her head. "Then why are you discussing these things with me?"

"We've never met before."

“We haven’t met them,” Steinberg shrugged. “But I have met other members of your family.”

"Furthermore—I know something about the Ansbach family and Professor Hamilton."

His words silenced Siegfried.

Seeing Siegfried's silence, Steinberger resumed his serious expression: "So—Miss Ansbach."

"What do you know?"

"I don't know anything," Siegfried said almost immediately. She really didn't know anything about it, nor did she want to—so what if she really killed Karkaroff?

Besides, she doesn't have that ability—would Hamilton, who can't even lift a finger to kill a chicken, actually kill someone?

It's really a bit... ridiculous.

Siegfried's reply made Steinberger nod slowly: "I understand what you mean—Miss Ansbach."

"I'm just gathering information from every possible source," he said, nodding. "I'll ask you again if the opportunity arises."

"————" Watching him walk away, Siegfried pursed his lips. Was he really going to come back and ask him questions? Was he so sure he could get information from me?

Siegfried didn't speak, but silently continued to watch the man working at the construction site.