The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 479 The Intruder

Chapter 479 The Intruder

"Uh—" Lupin hesitated for a few seconds before slowly nodding: "This is my quill—but Snape—"

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"Nothing much," Snape scoffed. "If it's your quill, then it's simple—"

"I never imagined our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor also worked as a thief."

"What are you saying?" Lupin's voice rose slightly, drawing the attention of Loila, who was sitting not far away.

Oh dear—what are Professor Snape and Mr. Lupin saying? Are they going to start arguing?

Loila pursed her lips, carefully moved her bottom a little more over this side, and then twitched her pointed ear.

"I thought you wouldn't do something like this, but I was wrong, Lupin," Snape said, flicking his quill. "So this is how you made a living as a werewolf."

"What are you talking about, Snape?" Lupin couldn't help but ask again. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"This is indeed my quill pen, but I threw it away before."

"Why did you throw it away? Are you afraid someone will find out you stole something?" Snape's cold laugh made Lupin raise an eyebrow.

“I didn’t steal anything, Snape,” Lupin said, frowning. “You might as well explain yourself more clearly.”

"Yes—yes!" Royla couldn't help but exclaim, "How could Mr. Lupin—steal something?"

"Am I speaking to you, Professor Hamilton?" Spimp's enunciated words made Loila shudder and quickly lower her head.

"Feel sorry!"

Seeing Royla lower her head, Snape turned to Lupin: "Looks like you're still going to be stubborn, Lupin?"

"Remember the African tree snakeskin I told you about that we lost?"

"That's an ingredient for making Compound Potions—and then—isn't that a coincidence?" Snape said with a sneer, "I found traces of Compound Potions on this quill."

"Lupin—as the owner of this quill pen, you must know very well—where this compound decoction came from, right?"

"Wait—Snape." Lupin's eyes widened as if he had just realized something: "You mean—this quill pen..."

Do you have compound decoctions?

"What, not only is your heart corrupted, but you've also gone deaf?"

"No, no, no, no!" Lupin exclaimed in surprise as he looked at Snape. "This quill pen—I used it to pry open Karkaroff's mouth during the autopsy."

"The liquid on that quill pen came from Karkaroff's mouth—"

That sounds a bit disgusting—Roy frowned subconsciously, but—why is the compound decoction in Karkaroff's mouth?

This statement stunned not only Royla, but also Snape.

He subconsciously felt that Lupin was lying, but then he also felt that no one would tell such a strange lie.

At Hogwarts, the stranger something is, the more likely it is to be true.

"You mean—someone fed Karkaroff's corpse Polyjuice Potion?" Snape said, emphasizing each word. "Do you understand what that means?"

"Of course I understand—" Lupin took a deep breath and looked at Loila.

"This suggests that the person lying there may not be Karkarov at all."

Not Karkaroff?

Loila's eyes went unfocused for a moment. What did that mean?

Karkaroff isn't dead?

No, no, no—he has been completely killed by himself—could it be—that the one lying there wasn't Karkaroff? But what's the point of that?

Loila's thoughts were thrown into chaos for a moment, and not only her, but Lupin and Snape also frowned.

But just then, a commotion suddenly broke out from the students' side.

"Look there!" a student shouted.

Soon, it wasn't just the students who noticed, but the professors also seemed to take notice.

Because all you need to do is look up and you'll see an inconspicuous corner on the magical projection of the game broadcast, and it's in that corner that you can see a strange man.

This was a somewhat disheveled man with curly, loose hair, a slightly crazed look in his eyes, and tattered clothes full of holes.

This is neither a Hogwarts professor nor an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

They were prisoners of Azkaban.

Sirius Black.

He didn't know when—he had slipped into the labyrinth.

"By Merlin above—" McGonagall felt her blood pressure rise as she watched this scene. Dumbledore and Crouch were not there, and Steinberg from the German Ministry of Magic was nowhere to be found.

The only people currently in charge of the entire three-way competition are myself and Mrs. Maxim.

"Professor McGonagall!" She walked solemnly to Professor McGonagall's side. "We must capture Sirius Black!"

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"We cannot allow him to threaten the students."

"I understand." McGonagall nodded in agreement with her idea, then glanced at the professors' table and fixed her gaze on Loila.

"Professor Hamilton," she said, "would you like to come here for a moment?"

"Hmm!" Loila, who had just been lost in thought, was called by Professor McGonagall and quickly ran to her side.

"You're probably the one most familiar with the maze—" McGonagall looked at Loila and spoke slowly, "Therefore—only you can catch Sirius."

"I—I understand—" Loila knew that she couldn't escape this matter, but too much had happened in just a few minutes, and she seemed a little lost and helpless.

"Professor Hamilton!" McGonagall seemed to realize this, and she reached out and grabbed Loila's shoulder, saying again, "Do you understand?"

"I—I understand!" Loila was so excited that she bit her tongue and let out a groan.

But that was enough, since the pain had completely brought her to her senses.

What compound decoction? What corpse? What Karkaroff? It's too complicated. My current task is to capture Sirius Black and ensure the safety of the students.

"Professor McGonagall, shall I come along too?" Lupin approached her at some point and said, "It's a bit dangerous for Loira to come alone."

"Professor Lupin, you'll be in charge of contacting the Aurors to enter the labyrinth together." McGonagall nodded and said slowly, "But even the two of you aren't enough."

"Hmm—I understand." Lupin nodded, then gripped his wand tightly and strode toward the Aurors.

Then McGonagall looked at Snape and said, "Professor Snape, you and the other professors should evacuate the students first."

"To prevent any danger from occurring."

"Hmm." Snape's expression was not good, but he still agreed to McGonagall's request.

Watching him leave quickly, McGonagall took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the flickering magical projection.

The final match — something was bound to happen.

The same thought crossed Loila's mind; she put on her magic hat and gripped her wand tightly—

My premonition was right after all.

That feeling of an impending storm —

But Sirius alone is far from being a storm, right?