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Chapter 515 Life in prison isn't so bad?
Chapter 515 Life in prison isn't so bad?
Ugh—
Lying in bed, Loira began to wonder what day it was.
It seems they've been detained for two days already, right?
Nothing much has happened in the last two days. Mr. Parkinson, Mr. Shackle, and Miss Tonks have all come by. Unlike Mr. Parkinson, Mr. Shackle and Miss Tonks, who know Dumbledore's thoughts, came more to check on the situation.
However, Loila felt that she was more there to reassure herself—after all, being suddenly and inexplicably grabbed like that was quite strange.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't make you feel at ease.
Of course, this glass jar was much more comfortable than Loila had expected. The bed was large, and the lunch and dinner were quite good. For one thing, the food at the Ministry of Magic was pretty tasty.
More importantly, Loila isn't bored here.
Because Miss Nagini is here too.
This morning, Miss Nagini transformed into a snake and followed Mr. Shackleton into the room. Of course, Miss Nagini seemed to know about Dumbledore's arrangements, and although she was very unhappy, she seemed to have been persuaded.
Feeling the coldness curled up inside her sleeve, Loila felt much more at ease.
And along with Miss Nagini came her wand—well, if it weren't for Dumbledore's arrangement, Royla would have liked to just flick her wand and escape from here.
However, after hearing Miss Tonks say, "Headmaster Dumbledore will count these days as overtime," Royla's desire to escape was no longer so strong.
Anyway, I've been caught before—and I was locked up for several months that time—it's much better here than in Germany.
This is something the Germans should learn from the British.
"Pat-pat-pat"
Just as Loila was lying in bed lost in thought, she suddenly heard footsteps. This made her instinctively tighten her grip on the wand in her sleeve and look outside warily.
She recognized the footsteps. They weren't those of Jack, the guard, nor those of Mr. Parkinson and Mr. Shackles; they were Fudge's footsteps.
"Good morning, Miss Hamilton." Fudge stood in front of the glass with a complicated expression, looking quite tired.
"Good morning—good morning." Loila pursed her lips and carefully sat up.
Why did he suddenly come? Is he here to release me? Or to pronounce my sentence? If he's going to carry out the death penalty immediately, I'll have to fight back.
Not only the wand, but Miss Nagini, huddled in her sleeve, also seemed ready. Loila could faintly hear her hissing, which carried an aggressive undertone.
"I have some questions for you." As he spoke again, Loila noticed that he seemed to be all alone—he hadn't brought any other Aurors with him.
That's... a bit strange...
Won't they tell me they want to make some kind of secret deal with me?
This furtive manner—
"Do you know what's been happening outside these past few days?" he asked slowly, his tone hardly friendly.
Hey! How dare you speak to a criminal like that? Don't you know you can't contact the outside world from here?
Loila shook her head and said, "I don't know."
"Isn't this...this isn't a prison?"
"This is not a prison, Miss Hamilton," Fudge corrected. "This is a temporary prison."
Are you sick?
Loila felt that Fudge might be a little... a little mentally unstable... Weren't you here to ask about something? How come you have time to correct this?
"So—so what's going on outside?" Loila asked curiously, since neither Mr. Shakel nor Miss Tonks had told her about what was happening outside.
Fudge looked at Loila in silence for a few seconds, then finally took a deep breath and said, "Nothing."
Loila was speechless—she looked at Fudge, unsure how to respond. The only thing she could think of saying was, "Avada Kedavra," or "Crucible."
"Miss Hamilton—I don't think you'd want to be locked up here forever, would you?" Fudge coughed lightly, changing the subject.
Hmm—thinking about it carefully—this place isn't that different from Hogwarts—Miss Nagini is here to keep me company, and I even get extra pay—and people come to chat with me every now and then.
I don't even have to work — I don't even have to deal with students — the more I talk about it, the more I feel like this place is pretty good!
The only downside is that the space is a bit small—and there's not much of a view. It would be great if your prison could be renovated.
Oh, it's a temporary prison.
But all in all, Loila wasn't really keen on going out—she might have been a little scared at first, but now she was just at ease.
He readily accepted Dumbledore's money for nothing.
Seeing Roy remain silent, Fudge continued, "Miss Hamilton—I know you definitely want to leave."
I don't want to————
"That's why I'm here to talk to you," Fudge said, bending down. "If you want—you can do more than just go out."
"And he can become the director again."
Hmm—is it really appropriate to appoint someone who's just been released from prison as a director or something? I thought Dumbledore was already incredibly bold to let me be a professor—
Are you lying to me again?
After thinking for a moment, Loila bit her lip and said, "What is it?"
What are the things you mean by "I'm willing"?
Wait a minute—you didn't come here alone for *that* kind of thing, did you?!
Loila seemed to realize something and immediately took a few steps back. "I—I'm warning you—Veera isn't—isn't that kind of person—if you try anything, I have a wand—"
And poisonous snakes—yes, I'll release snakes to bite you!
Loila's actions seemed to make Fudge realize something. He stared at Loila with wide eyes, then took a deep breath and said, "Miss Hamilton—I'm here to negotiate, not to talk about love."
Hmm—he seems angry—
Seeing Fudge's dark expression, Loila twitched her ears awkwardly.
He doesn't seem to have that kind of thought at all—what is it then?
"Miss Hamilton, you are an excellent wizard, and a person of great talent—I believe you also know—Dumbledore's lies won't last long." Fudge paused for a few seconds before slowly saying, "His lies about the Man of Void will soon be exposed, and his desire to seize the Ministry of Magic will also be revealed—"
Why are you still dwelling on this? — Sometimes Loila didn't know what to say. She felt the same despair as discovering after class that the student who walked in was a troll.
Okay, that seems a bit disrespectful to others.
“But Miss Hamilton, you can speed things up,” Fudge said softly. “If you’re willing—you can expose Dumbledore’s plot.”
"Then you will get what you want."
Is all I want to do to leave here and become a director?
I feel like your conditions are really insincere—look at Voldemort, he just opened his mouth and said he'd rule the wizarding world—no wonder you can't beat him—
"Then—what if I refuse?" Loila thought for a moment and asked softly.
"Refuse?" Fudge shook his head slightly upon hearing this. "Then all that awaits you is judgment."
"Miss Hamilton—in the courtroom—you will be all alone."
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