The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 93 The Story of the Magic Array

Chapter 93 The Story of the Magic Array

It's another sunny morning.

Roy stretched and slowly got out of bed.

Yesterday was really, really tiring. Luo Yi subconsciously pursed her lips and scratched her ear.

Next week, I'll be going back to class. Whose memories should I use this time?

Lois couldn't think of any good options. Most of the Hogwarts professors were quite old, and apart from Dumbledore, almost none of them had ever taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Actually, Mr. Lockhart was a really good choice, but unfortunately he never wanted to have anything to do with Loira again after that incident.

But strangely enough, Roy always seems to run into him—even though he always seems flustered.

Maybe Mr. Lockhart also wants to make up with me?

Loira shook her head, dismissing the fantasy. She didn't see any value in reconciling with him, after all, she and Mr. Lockhart weren't friends.

Moreover, she's just a lazy bum who can't even teach properly. Although the students support her, maybe that's what all the students think.

Roy shook his head, turning his attention back to what was important.

There was another professor who perfectly matched Roy's imagination: he was not only young, but also had extensive knowledge of dark magic, and had even taken a Defense Against the Dark Arts course that was closer to the present day.

The only problem is his name.

The mere thought of Professor Severus Snape sent a shiver down Loy's spine, and he instinctively threw the quill he had picked up onto the table.

Why is it always Professor Snape? Or maybe it's that other person!

Are there no other professors at Hogwarts who can help?

It seems that Loira is actually more familiar with Professor Snape than with any of the other professors.

Hmm... if being mocked every time counts as being familiar with something.

There are only three days left until next week, and I need Professor Snape's help in these three days. This seems very difficult!

Roy covered her head and lay face down on the table, which made Sia jump over to her.

"Sia—if only you could help me with my Defense Against the Dark Arts class—." Loira pursed her lips as she looked at the owl, who seemed a bit dull and lifeless, just like herself.

She's no longer afraid of Sia. The reason might be that the owl always sits obediently on the perch—

"Ah! No, no, don't do this!" For some reason, Xia turned her head again, tilting it so that her neck and head formed a right angle.

Well, it seems I still can't quite accept this kind of change.

Roy shook his head, which was a temporary solution to the Defense Against the Dark Arts issue.

Next came the study of magic arrays. She obtained four rubbings of magic arrays in the secret room, but she couldn't understand what they were at all. Was it some kind of ancient script?

Or is it encrypted text?

Perhaps Mr. Riddle knows him? Lloyd suddenly thought of Mr. Riddle, who had been silent since the secret room incident. She slowly took out her diary and asked, "Mr. Riddle, are you there?"

I think I asked a stupid question. Mr. Riddle isn't in the diary, so where could he be?

"What do you want?" Mr. Riddle replied slowly. "Shouldn't you be studying your magic array?"

Ah, this really is related to the magic circle. "I'd like to ask, Mr. Riddle, do you know—do you know what kind of script those characters in the secret room are?"

"—" Riddle said after a few seconds of silence, "Those are serpent script."

"Serpent script?" Roy paused for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Parsleyan?"

"Hmm." Reedton paused before replying, "That's Parsleyan speech, and I don't recognize it in this part of my memory."

I haven't even asked you yet. Roy felt that Mr. Riddle must have seen through his thoughts.

This seems to be a bit troublesome. Although Loy knows Parsley, that's all she knows—she hasn't learned the language, and of course, she doesn't know anyone who speaks it. In fact, even if she did know someone, Loy probably wouldn't dare to ask them for help.

"It seems I'll have to learn it on my own," Roy nodded gently, writing down the task of learning snake script in his notebook.

It seems I'll need a little more time to uncover the magic array in the secret chamber.

So next up is that magic circle from before.

Loira hadn't studied the glowing magic circle for almost a month, after all, she had promised Professor McGonagall.

But she hadn't stopped thinking about the magic array's function during that month.

It's very likely some kind of long-term effect magic array, like an energy storage magic array, which requires a long period of operation to know its effects.

It seems I need to find some time to connect it with the energy storage array and then continuously observe its effects.

So it seems that this is all the information that can be made public at the moment.

Roy nodded as he looked at the somewhat messy but densely filled notebook in front of him.

She is a very organized person and likes to keep all these things in mind and then deal with them one by one according to their urgency.

The first thing to address should be the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

"Clatter".

Suddenly, Roy heard a knocking sound at the window, and then she saw an owl land on the windowsill.

Is this Mr. Lupin's owl?

Roy picked up the letter with delight, read it for a few seconds, and then smiled happily.

There's nothing better than receiving a letter from a friend in the early morning! Especially when you don't have many friends, Roy gently waved his wand to open the envelope. As some Gallon fell, the letter inside floated up and hovered in front of Roy's eyes.

"First of all, Miss Hamilton, Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween to you too, Mr. Lupin!"

"Ugh!" Roy covered her mouth, realizing she had unconsciously muttered something.

"I've heard about Hogwarts. Is the ball interesting? It's a pity I can't come, otherwise I would have invited you to be my dance partner, provided that Professor Dumbledore allows someone like me to attend."

Mr. Lupin! You are so kind! Roy bit her lip, feeling a little touched, but unfortunately—Dumbledore would never agree to such a thing. Just thinking about what he had agreed to yesterday made Roy grit her teeth in anger.

He even went out of his way to inform me who had won the Professor Hamilton imitation contest and congratulated himself on coming in second place.

Haha (one), thank you so much, Dumbledore.

Roy twitched his ears and turned his attention back to Mr. Lupin's letter.

"Your wolfsbane potion is very effective; I've been doing quite well lately. Thank you—and here are some gallon here—"

"Besides that, I have a few more questions to ask you—"

Then Roy saw a magic circle at the very bottom of the letter.

Is this a magic lock array?

Roy examined it carefully with great interest.

"How do I activate this magic circle? I have a feeling that something might be hidden behind it."

How do I activate it?

Roy immediately became interested. That's right! Let's treat helping Mr. Lupin as rehabilitation for the magic circle research!

As a result, Lupin received the longest reply he had ever received since he started writing to Roy.