[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 54

At this time, a silver-white tabby cat appeared in the headmaster’s room and stopped in front of Dumbledore.

Then Professor McGonagall’s voice came from the tabby cat’s mouth: “Something has happened, Albus, and Mrs. Millison and I are on our way to the headmaster’s office.”

Voldemort was the first to react and looked at Dumbledore: “I don’t think you and Victoria are fit to appear in front of this group of people.”

Dumbledore nodded weakly, in fact even if they didn’t come, he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

Grindelwald took a sip from the silver goblet in front of him, and Dolores finally noticed that it wasn’t mead but a decoction, but there was no time to regret his slowness.

Dumbledore motioned her to go to the other end of the headmaster’s room, and as they approached, a door appeared on the otherwise bare wall, opening to a small living room.

“Welcome to my bedroom, Victoria.” Dumbledore blinked and closed the door, but the voice of Voldemort and Grindelwald still came through clearly.

Seeing her suspicious gaze, the old man explained, “A little trick, no, you don’t have to keep your voice down,” he shrugged, “They can’t hear us.”

As his voice fell, the door of the principal’s room was knocked.

Grindelwald cleared his throat: “Come in.”

“Albus! A schoolgirl is dead!” Professor McGonagall hurried in and stopped when he saw Voldemort, his anxious expression turning rather cold, “Mr Voldemort, you’re here too. Then I miss you. You know everything, Albus.”

She was followed by the Minister for Magic Millison Barnold and her Auror Alastor Moody. Before the female minister could speak, Moody, who was always impatient, shouted, “I think you forgot another, more serious safety incident, Minerva.”

Professor McGonagall seemed to remember something, her face was even more gray than when she had just informed the students of her death, her voice became very weak: “We can’t get out, Albus, Floo powder, Portkey, Alastor even tried to Get out of the castle to Apparate.”

Both Grindelwald and Voldemort were taken aback, but the surprise quickly disappeared from their faces.

“We’re trapped, Albus,” Millison said, “when we found out the schoolgirl had been killed, Amelia first wanted to notify the Ministry of Aurors, but she found out that the schoolgirl was killed. The lines connecting the fireplace have all failed. The double-sided mirror is completely useless. We tried to use the patron saint and portrait to connect with the outside world, but unfortunately…”

She shook her head wearily.

“It’s true, Albus,” said Phineas Black, who hung on the wall. “I tried it all morning, and I can’t go anywhere but Hogwarts.”

“There are only two paths left for us now, hold the student and wait for rescue,” Mrs Millison said, “or we find the killer before he has a chance to escape.”

Dolores somewhat understands why Millison Barnold defeated the seemingly flawless Lord Voldemort in the last general election. When it comes to major events, Mrs Millison’s calm and relieved look is indeed very convincing. With people.

After a week of too thin a presence, the current Minister of Magic is finally acting like she should be.

Grindelwald didn’t answer her, but turned to Professor McGonagall: “Is there a reason for being trapped?”

Professor McGonagall pursed his lips, and his lips barely opened and closed when he spoke: “Flitwick said it might be an abnormality in the magic circle at Hogwarts, but he needs time to find out. Now the most likely cause is the magic circle. It’s time for self-repair, after all, this year marks the 1500th anniversary of the establishment of the school.”

Dolores has heard of the huge magic circle under Hogwarts Castle. It has existed since the establishment of the school to protect students and the school. In Howard’s words, this is a complex and exquisite self-defense security. system, and it’s also why Hogwarts can’t Apparate.

“What do you think the reason is?” she asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was obviously quite shocked by the fact that they were trapped in the castle, and after hearing her question, he replied after a few seconds of silence: “Being Headmaster means that I am connected to the whole of Hogwarts on some level, Victoria. , This castle has no secrets to me. But I didn’t find out Miss Brown’s death in time, and I didn’t feel anything unusual about the magic circle.”

“Like my eyes and ears are covered with something, I can’t tell what happened to Hogwarts, what happened, and I can’t answer your questions.”

“Does it have something to do with your hands, sir?” she asked. “Something that could seriously injure you must be dangerous.”

“I don’t know,” Dumbledore sighed wearily, “I’ve become no longer convinced of many things. Someone deliberately created such a trap for me, and I knew it was a trap, but I was lucky, thinking that the dead could be brought back to life, Or let me say sorry…”

“Is that why you reunited with Mr. Grindelwald?”

“Getting back together? No, no… our relationship is more complicated than you think,” he said. “Gellert saved my life. Without him, I would have died on the spot.”

“Mr. Grindelwald also went to that ‘trap’ with you?”

“That’s what we were trying to find when we were young, and we deserve to stand together in repentance before the dead, for all our arrogance and hubris and impulsiveness.”

As if peeling the cocoon, she suddenly felt blessed: “Deathly Hallows, you are looking for Deathly Hallows! And that trap is the Resurrection Stone!”

Dumbledore wasn’t surprised either, just nodded, “You’re right.”

“They tried to kill you with a fake resurrection stone, but they didn’t succeed.”

The old man nodded again.

“Do you think this has something to do with Angela’s death?”

“Truth is put together from all the pieces, Victoria. I think there’s an underlying connection to everything, and we just can’t see it right now.”

A commotion outside caught their attention, and Moody was arguing loudly with Grindelwald—

“I hope you take this seriously, Albus! Here stands our current minister, whose first priority is of course her safety!”

“That’s your job, Alastor,” Grindelwald sounded indifferently. “My priority as principal is to protect my students.”

“Then let’s take a step back,” Voldemort said. “First of all, I’m sorry Alastor, we won’t allow Ministry officials to scrutinize any student without evidence, and of course we’ll try to find the culprit. I will. Go and help Professor Flitwick repair the magic circle and ensure that we can restore contact with the outside world sooner.”

“But—” Moody was about to say something else, but Millison interrupted with a raised hand.

“I don’t care if I’m safe, Alastor. Like Albus said, there’s an innocent schoolgirl dead here, and that’s all that matters.”

“You’re more reasonable than I thought,” Voldemort said.

Mrs. Millison gave a short laugh, her expression still tense. But unlike just now, a similar hesitation appeared on her face again, but after a while she took a deep breath as if she had made up her mind: “Actually, I already have a suspect here.”

“Who is it?” Almost everyone in the room asked at the same time.

“Vanessa Plimell.”

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