The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 498 The Ministry of Magic's Invitation

Chapter 498 The Ministry of Magic's Invitation

The following days seemed quite peaceful. Loila spent several days in the school hospital, during which time Luna, Mr. Lupin, members of the Hamilton family, and even members of the Pinecone Party came to visit.

They expressed their condolences and concern, and brought some gifts—looking at the various fruits on the table, Loila felt quite happy.

No need to work, just lie down and get paid, the only cost is a minor injury — it seems pretty good — pretty good, doesn't it?

Loila adjusted her lying position slightly and then coughed a few times.

That's what they say, but if Royla were to do it all over again—she definitely wouldn't be willing, after all, she almost died herself.

This was all thanks to Mr. Potter—if it weren't for him, I might not have been a match for Voldemort.

Of course, lying like this all the time is also very boring.

There was no magic circle here either, and even though Loila begged everyone who came to visit, they all refused to see her.

"This is a very serious dissection." Mr. Lupin stared seriously at Loila. "You know, Mrs. Pomfrey said it was the first time she had ever seen human internal organs in this condition and the person was still alive."

"If it weren't for good luck, you would actually be dead."

"Hmm!"

Loila, who was being reprimanded by Mr. Lupin for the first time, dared not say anything, and not only him, but almost everyone said the same thing.

Was she really that badly injured? Loila didn't actually feel anything—just a little pain sometimes, and it hurt a bit when she coughed.

But—but it's so boring—

Loila rolled over on the bed, pursed her lips as she looked at the sunlight streaming in through the window.

"Is anyone coming?" — For the first time, Loila was somewhat hoping that someone would come. In the past, she was always afraid of and dreaded others, but now — she actually felt lonely.

Winter had only just ended, and Miss Nagini was still quite lazy most of the time—with no one to talk to and no way to study the magic circle, Roy could only let his mind wander.

Anyone will do — just talk to me about what's been happening lately — of course, not just anyone — friends or something similar would be best —

"Clatter".

Just as Loila was thinking this, she suddenly heard the door of the school hospital being pushed open.

"Minister Fudge, Miss Hamilton is resting—"

"Minister Fudge was just having a casual chat with her, Professor McGonagall, what do you mean by that?"

Well?

What—is that the sound of arguing?

Loila looked towards the door and saw a serious-looking Minister Fudge and an dissatisfied Professor McGonagall. In front of Professor McGonagall stood a woman wearing a strange pink dress.

Who is she?

I think I've seen her near Minister Fouché before —

"Miss Hamilton, it's been a long time." Fudge immediately came up with a smile, seemingly because she had already entered.

Professor McGonagall, who wanted to stop him, sighed helplessly and quickly followed.

"Ah—Minister Fookie—you—hello—"

When I said "anyone will do," I absolutely did not include the Ministry of Magic—and even if it were the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Parkinson wouldn't be out of the question!

Wasn't Minister Fauci's statement a bit too frightening?

And Royla had just heard about him and Dumbledore—so why didn't Dumbledore come?

In short, although she had thought a lot about things, she still felt a little embarrassed and scared when facing Fudge, and lowered her head.

"I've been wanting to come see you ever since I heard you were injured, Miss Hamilton," Fudge said, slowly sitting down next to Loila. "How were you resting?"

Have you always wanted to?

Miss Hamilton has been lying in bed for over a week, hasn't she?

McGonagall stood to the side, watching Fudge and pursing her lips. Of course, she knew what the people from the Ministry of Magic were there for, and she had done everything she could to stop them.

But—looking at the arrogant woman in front of Fudge, McGonagall took a deep breath and suppressed her dissatisfaction.

Even though Sirius's affair was over, the Aurors were still unwilling to withdraw, and not only the Aurors, but the Dementors also did not leave.

And today, Fudge has brought a large group of people from the Ministry of Magic here again—saying they want to visit Professor Hamilton—

McGonagall was aware of the conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore—although it hadn't been explicitly stated, the members of the Order of the Phoenix now knew Fudge's attitude towards Voldemort.

Now he suddenly wants to come to Hogwarts to see Professor Hamilton—it's almost obvious what he wants to do.

"It's...it's alright." Loila pursed her lips and answered Fudge softly, looking at the large group of Aurors following behind Fudge with a little fear.

What does this mean? Are they here to arrest me?

I don't even have a wand right now, surely there should be this many people here all at once?!

"Professor McGonagall, may I speak with Miss Hamilton alone about something?"

Fudge slowly opened his mouth and looked at McGonagall.

"Minister Fudge—Professor Hamilton's body—"

"Professor McGonagall, this is the Minister's order—didn't you hear me?" the flamboyant woman suddenly spoke up. "Or are you trying to eavesdrop on Ministry of Magic secrets?"

"Ms. Umbridge—that's not what I meant," McGonagall said slowly, suppressing her anger. "It's just that Professor Hamilton hasn't recovered yet, and it's not a good idea to disturb her rest now."

"I was just having a casual chat with her," Fudge said slowly. "There's no question of it bothering me."

"And Professor McGonagall—Hogwarts is a busy place, isn't it?" he said, frowning. "If you also have anything you'd like to say to Miss Hamilton..."

"Please wait outside."

Fudge's words weren't exactly polite, but it was hard to refuse.

McGonagall looked at Loila with some concern and pursed her lips: "Professor Hamilton—"

"I—I'm fine." Loila raised her head slightly and said, "Professor McGonagall, you—you don't need to worry."

It was just a chat with Minister Fudge, right? As long as you refused anything about the Ministry of Magic, it was fine.

And even if the Ministry of Magic is terrifying, it's certainly not as terrifying as Voldemort, right? — It's just a private conversation with them.

Why—why do I feel more and more terrified as I talk about it!

Watching Professor McGonagall walk away, Loira regretted what she had just said.

I should have begged Professor McGonagall to stay.

As Professor McGonagall left, the doors to the university hospital were closed.

Fudge slowly began to speak: "Miss Hamilton—I've come to you today mainly to ask you about some things."

"The Ministry of Magic wants to form a new department."

"Department of Magic Array Item Management." He paused, then continued, "If you'd like—I hope you can join the Ministry of Magic and become the head of the Department of Magic Array Item Management."

"Uh-huh?!

"Director-General? Isn't that a bit too high a rank?"