The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 491 Great Melee

Chapter 491 Great Melee

No way—who are all these people?

Why is Sirius Black here too?!

And wasn't he a fugitive?

Loila held her wand, unsure of who to point it at. She first aimed it at Voldemort, then slightly turned it towards Pettigrew, then locked it onto Sirius Black, and finally couldn't help but point it at Voldemort again.

"Harry—" Sirius Black pursed his lips and looked at the stunned Harry, saying, "You've been fooled—you've always been fooled."

"Peter Pettigrew is the traitor—I just thought—I thought I killed him—I never imagined—that damned bastard, the rat in the gutter!" Sirius Black gritted his teeth, glaring at Peter Pettigrew. "His Animagus is a rat, and he's been hiding right next to you!"

"Wh-what?"

Not only Harry, but Loila also stared in astonishment at the scene before her.

Why is he suddenly talking so much in all this chatter—and so much information!—On the contrary—is Sirius actually one of us?

"And you, Hamilton!"

"Ugh!" Loila shuddered when her name was suddenly mentioned.

"You murderer! Why did you get close to Harry?!" Sirius glared at Royla. "Once you've taken down Pettigrew and that damned Voldemort, you'll be next!"

No way—what does this have to do with me! What's it to you if I kill Karkaroff?!

Loila looked at the hysterical Sirius and didn't know what to say.

"Sirius, Professor Hamilton isn't a bad person," Harry couldn't help but explain. "She wouldn't kill anyone!"

"She—" Sirius took a deep breath and pursed his lips: "Never mind, now's not the time to discuss this."

.

"Die, Peter Pettigrew!"

"Avada Kedavra!" He flicked his wand at Pettigrew, and the ghastly green Killing Curse shot straight at him.

"You're asking for it!" Peter Pettigrew dodged the spell in a sorry state, while Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at Sirius.

"Avada Kedavra!" The spell, as thick as an arm, hurtled toward Sirius, but collided with another spell in mid-air.

"Your opponent is—me!" Royla gripped her wand tightly, glaring at Voldemort. "You—you better not—"

"You damned bastard!" Voldemort roared and swung his wand violently to break the connection, then unleashed a series of spells with his wand.

The chaotic battle began, with Royla and Voldemort, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew locked in combat, and spells flying everywhere in the empty hall.

Harry was the only one awkwardly hiding behind a pillar, watching this scene unfold.

"Ha—Harry?" But just then, he heard a faint voice, turned his head and saw Siegfried slightly opening his eyes.

"What's going on here?" She pursed her lips, seemingly oblivious to the chaos before her.

"Um—" Harry explained as succinctly as possible, "Professor Hamilton is teaming up with Sirius Black to fight Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew."

"————" Siegfried blinked, then collapsed weakly again.

"Siegfried? Siegfried?!"

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"Cough cough cough!" Loila deflected Voldemort's spell, then subconsciously felt a metallic taste in her throat. Because of her split body, she was injured somewhere inside—this was a very dangerous thing.

Although Loila had never split her body before, she had seen others split their bodies and succeed—that person had been lying in Durmstrang's school hospital for a full month.

It seemed like one of his internal organs had split apart.

"Cough cough cough—cough cough cough." Loila awkwardly used her wand to pull over a boulder, then hid behind it and coughed violently.

Seeing that her hands were stained with blood again, Royla knew she couldn't drag things out with Voldemort any longer.

But Voldemort is not—not someone who can be easily defeated—Roy is now less inclined to underestimate him.

"Bang!"

Before she could finish her thoughts, the stone in front of her exploded with a loud bang, followed by a Killing Curse flying out of the mist, forcing Loila to raise her wand and collide with Voldemort's curse once again.

However, using such a large amount of magic at once is even more dangerous for her current body; she felt pain in her body just by holding up the wand.

"You've split into two, haven't you?" Voldemort sneered, looking at Loira. "So how long can you hold out?"

"I—I didn't—" Loila was about to stubbornly deny it, but as soon as she opened her mouth, more blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

No—no—I won't say it myself—I can't be with him—

"Buzz!"

Loila flicked her wand to break the connection and tried to use another spell, but Voldemort swung his wand again a second later and cast a Killing Curse.

His speed was fast and his angles were tricky. Almost every attack forced Loila to confront him head-on. Loila, who dared not use Apparition for a short time, could only do so. The two spells collided in the air.

But the more impacts there are, the worse the situation becomes for Loila.

"Professor Hamilton—" Seeing this, Harry pursed his lips and took a deep breath—he also realized that Professor Hamilton might not be a match for Voldemort now.

If Professor Hamilton loses—Harry looked toward Sirius, who was also locked in a fierce battle. It wasn't that Peter Pettigrew was particularly strong, but rather that he was too adept at dodging and escaping. He was constantly stalling for time with Sirius until his master finished his fight.

That despicable Voldemort—if—if Professor Hamilton hadn't been forced to fight his own shadow—if it had just been Voldemort, Professor Hamilton would never have lost.

Harry watched the reckless guy grit his teeth and clench his fists, but what could he do at that moment?

Harry, realizing he didn't even have a wand—wait—looked at Siegfried, who had just woken up.

"Siegfried—your wand," he said in a low voice, "Could I borrow your wand?"

"What are you going to do?" Siegfried seemed to be in bad shape. She frowned as soon as she spoke, and Harry looked closely and found that her arm seemed to be broken and was hanging limply at her side.

But now was not the time to think about such things. He lowered his head slightly and said, "I want to help Professor Hamilton."

"How can I help?" Siegfried grabbed his sleeve with his only usable hand: "You're just going to your death."

"You're no match for Voldemort—" she said, her eyes lowered, "A fight of their caliber is beyond our reach—"

"So we're just going to do nothing?" Harry retorted. "I'm the only one who can help Professor Hamilton right now, if I just stand by and watch."

"What's the difference between that and being a coward?"

"What you should be doing now is running away," Siegfried said, glaring at him. "Who doesn't know—Voldemort wants—hiss—"

She paused, unable to finish her sentence due to the pain, but Harry understood what she meant.

He was the so-called savior, the one who was supposed to defeat Voldemort—but if being the savior meant—meaning watching Professor Hamilton die in front of him.

Then it's better not to be a savior!

Harry didn't say anything more, snatched the wand from Siegfried's hand, and headed straight for Loila amidst her angry shouts.

Professor Hamilton, it's my turn to save you this time.

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