thefictionvixens Chapter 104 Turmoil
Chapter 104 Turmoil
Chapter 104 Turmoil
"Huh? Is that Professor Hamilton?" Ron paused for a moment when he saw the person in the distance as he walked out of the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
Harry and Hermione, who were beside him, were also taken aback.
"Who are those people around her?" Harry asked curiously.
Hermione frowned slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and then said, "That should be Mr. Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office at the Ministry of Magic?"
"Ah, I know him!" Ron said excitedly after hearing Hermione's words. "My dad mentioned him."
"He is a very serious person."
"I can tell." Harry glanced curiously at the serious-looking man and asked, "So why are they looking for Professor Hamilton?"
"Maybe it's because she's secretly studying dark magic?" Ron guessed casually. "She's exactly like all the dark wizards in the stories I've read."
"That's obviously unlikely," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "It's probably because Professor Hamilton has some amazing research."
"Maybe they're just friends," Harry suddenly said.
His words startled both Ron and Hermione.
"To be honest, Professor Hamilton doesn't seem like he has many friends." Ron's words made Hermione nod slightly.
Such a silent and withdrawn person certainly doesn't seem like someone with many friends.
"But I think I heard Dad mention it," Ron suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "Professor Hamilton apparently caught dozens of poachers just a few days ago."
"Dozens?!" Hermione and Harry exchanged surprised glances.
"That's unlikely, isn't it?" Hermione frowned first, even though she thought Professor Hamilton was very impressive—dozens of them seemed a bit much. "Then go ask him if you don't believe me." Ron's shrug made Hermione sigh.
She felt that even if she asked, Professor Hamilton wouldn't say a word.
"Please take this." Scrimgeour coughed briefly and placed the item in Roy's hand.
It was a small medal, the Merlin Medal, and Roy was still bewildered when he looked at it.
Why did he receive a Merlin Rank 3 medal when he hadn't done anything? This was something Mr. Lockhart had risked his life to obtain. All he had done was defeat three poachers and incidentally help the Ministry of Magic investigate prohibited magical items. Roy pursed his lips, his eyes beneath the mask meeting Scrimgeour's somewhat helpless gaze.
Clearly, Mr. Scrinker also found this strange, didn't he?
After watching Scrimgeour sigh and walk to Dumbledore's side, Roy subconsciously picked up the medal in his hand and looked at it in the sunlight.
It seems to be made of gold. Could I sell it for some money? Looking at the gleaming medal, Roy subconsciously felt a little ashamed. He was probably the most unworthy of all the Merlin Medal recipients. "Ah, Professor Hamilton." Parkinson seemed to have finally found a chance to speak to Roy. He glanced at Scrimgeour, who was talking to Dumbledore, and lowered his voice slightly.
"Actually, there should have been a press conference too!"
"Normally, every recipient of the Order of Merlin should be featured in the Daily Prophet," he said, shrugging. "But I heard it was Minister Fudge who instructed that this award ceremony be kept simple and avoid media attention—"
"But even so, it can't be done in the small square outside Hogwarts Great Hall, right?" Parkinson muttered, seemingly a little dissatisfied. "Even if it's a secret recruitment effort, this is a bit too shabby."
Ah—actually, this is fine, or even better if you don't give me this thing at all. Loira felt her hands getting a little hot.
And what does "secretly winning over" even mean? —Loy said she really didn't understand politics at all.
"You must think so too, right?" Parkinson said, looking at the silent Loira. "You think our Ministry of Magic is a bit—hmm?"
"Ah—not at all." Although she had no idea what that "hmm" meant, Loira quickly shook her head.
"Mr. Parkinson, we should go!" Scrinker's voice came, rescuing Roy from this predicament.
"So soon—I was just about to go and chat with my sister a bit more," Mr. Parkinson muttered. "Then goodbye, Professor Hamilton."
"I feel like we'll be seeing each other quite often in the future."
Let's just forget about it.
Watching the departing Auror, Roy shrank back and hid behind Dumbledore.
"Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said slowly, only speaking after they had completely left, "Do you know why they came?"
"For...for the recognition of...me?" Loira muttered, uttering this somewhat strange answer.
"Yes and no," Dumbledore shrugged. "Perhaps it's more because they saw your talent?"
"Genius?" This was a word Roy had never heard before. She felt more comfortable with words like "freak."
"Of course," Dumbledore said casually. "The Ministry of Magic may want to establish a spell array department, or a department related to it."
"So they chose the Order of Merlin."
"Just like when they recruited Mr. Scamander."
"Newt?" Loy seemed to have seen him in the newspaper. Newt had also received the Order of Merlin and was also an advisor to some department of the Ministry of Magic.
It seems to be the Department of Fantastic Beasts?
Wait a minute—why does he get to be in the newspaper? Is it because my magic array skills are inferior to his magical creatures? Roy subconsciously felt a little dissatisfied.
"But that depends on what you think," Dumbledore said with a slight smile. "If you're more interested in the Ministry of Magic."
"I won't force you to stay—"
"Let's just forget about it—" Loira never expected that she would say such a thing one day. Compared to being with a group of Aurors, Hogwarts seemed much more approachable.
At least he wouldn't have to be with Dumbledore every day, right? But at the Ministry of Magic... whether it's Mr. Scrimgeour, the vampire, or Mr. Parkinson, the white noise expert, Roy felt he couldn't handle either of them.
Dumbledore blinked, a little surprised. "That makes me rather happy."
"Want to play a game of Wizards Chess?"
"Um?"
Late at night, inside the book that stretched out in space, Roy excitedly looked at the magic circle before him.
We finally succeeded!
After nearly a month, I have successfully deciphered a secret magic array!
No wonder Roy's progress was so slow—she originally thought it was just words written in Parseltongue, but she didn't expect it to be a kind of cipher.
It borrows from snake language and other languages to create encrypted text, roughly similar to using the word order of dragon language, combined with English pronouns, and then combining snake language characters.
Incidentally, it's also adorned with intricate ancient magical runes.
Fortunately, Roy happened to be somewhat fluent in several other languages, which allowed her to successfully decipher a coded message after learning Parseltongue.
Unfortunately, the other two ciphertexts seem to have used a different encryption method, and Loy feels it will take some time to decipher them.
Of course, it's also possible that her Parseltongue skills aren't quite there yet, and that I'm still a bit slow—after two weeks of learning, I still haven't fully grasped it.
Roy patted his face to calm himself down. Okay, now is not the time to get excited. Now is the time to study the magic circle.
She spread the parchment engraved with the magic circle on the green grass of Nurmengard, and then gently waved her wand.
As magic power was infused, the magic circle emitted a faint blue light.
Seeing the magic circle activated, Roy pursed her lips excitedly. It was indeed a success—she had successfully restored the magic circle based on the cipher text.
If the description is correct—the function of this magic circle should be...
Roy pursed his lips, raised his wand, and aimed it at the magic circle diagram.
"Avada Kedavra!"