20demayo Chapter 413 The Death of Loila
Chapter 413 The Death of Loila
Chapter 413 The Death of Royla (Part 1)
"What's going on—" Harry stood there dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing—
Professor Royla Hamilton, known as the Silent Witch, who once defeated Voldemort, is now...
Suddenly, he died in the match without any explanation.
Why is that?
It seems that Harry wasn't the only one with this thought; Cedric, standing next to him, also found it hard to believe. He reached out instinctively to touch Professor Hamilton, but then trembled and backed away out of fear.
Fleur Delacour covered her mouth and knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, so much so that it was hard to tell whether they were tears or water from the Black Lake.
Miss Emma knelt beside her, her usually timid eyes devoid of any light. She simply knelt there, clutching a magic wand tightly in her hand.
The only ones who could be described as calm were the two from Durmstrang, but even so, their eyes were filled with disbelief.
"What happened underwater?" In the silent, oppressive atmosphere, Dumbledore spoke slowly, looking at the three teams of heroes present and asking, "Who was the last person to see Miss Hamilton?"
"—" In the silence, the two Durmstrang members slowly raised their hands.
"Did you...did you do this?" Emma Rozier asked timidly as she knelt on the ground upon seeing the two of them, her eyes seeming to express disbelief.
"We have no idea what's going on!" Siegfried didn't speak, but Krum hurriedly said, "We just separated from Professor Hamilton, and we don't know what happened after that."
"But—but—" Emma clutched the hem of her dress, looking a little scared, but finally mustered up her courage and said, "I—I remember seeing—Miss Siegfried—secretly following—Miss Hamilton—"
Her words silenced everyone present. Siegfried's expression was also quite interesting. She gritted her teeth and looked at Emma, but her eyes held a hint of confusion.
She also seemed to be struggling to process Loila's sudden death.
"Regardless—the primary location is definitely Black Lake." Crouch spoke slowly at this moment, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "The entire Black Lake was sealed off before the match even began."
"No one except those present can enter the Black Lake."
"Even Sirius Black is the same." He took a deep breath. "In other words—the murderer—"
"They are among us."
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His words instantly changed the atmosphere from sorrow to seriousness, and everyone began to look at each other with distrust.
"It was definitely you who did it!" Fleur spoke first, biting her lip as she looked at the two men in Durmstrang. "You're the ones who killed Professor Hamilton!"
"It wasn't us!" Krum knew he was highly suspicious, and he hurriedly said, "Quite a time has passed between Professor Hamilton leaving and—between us coming up!"
"How can you so easily conclude that it was us?"
"Then who do you think it is?" Fleur shouted as if she had lost her mind. "Isn't it perfectly reasonable for you evil dark wizards to do such a thing?"
"I know you fought in the first match, so you must be resentful—"
"Enough!" Karkaroff interrupted Fleur. "I cannot tolerate such baseless slander!"
"If you really suspect Durmstrang's students, then produce evidence!" he said, looking around. "If it's just suspicion like this, I can't accept it."
As he spoke, Dumbledore also spoke slowly, his voice calm and devoid of emotion: "Barty, I have an idea."
"There is absolutely no way a student could have killed Miss Hamilton," he concluded, emphasizing each word. "Because with Miss Hamilton's abilities, even if a student attacked her from behind, she would not have been able to be harmed."
That was true—Harry couldn't believe it either—that a student had murdered Professor Hamilton—or rather, he knew it all felt unreal, looking at Professor Hamilton lying on the ground—he'd rather Professor Hamilton was asleep.
"In other words—"
Dumbledore looked around: "The killer can only be among us."
"I'll send Aurors down to investigate immediately—" Crouch began, but Dumbledore interrupted him, shaking his head slightly: "We can't do that—"
"Although I hate to say it—but if the Aurors were responsible for this—"
"He will most likely take the opportunity to destroy any possible clues." Dumbledore's words silenced everyone present.
Headmaster Dumbledore truly lived up to his name—Harry felt his thoughts become clearer after hearing his analysis—that's right, students would never do that—so it can only be adults—
So, an Auror—or even a professor—could be—
"So what you mean is...?" Mrs. Maxim seemed to have just recovered from her grief, and she slowly said, "You mean to send the students into the water to search for clues?"
"Hmm." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three teams of heroes present: "They were already prepared to go into the water—and there was no possibility of them committing a crime—"
"They are the best people available—those searching for any possible clues." Dumbledore paused, "and I believe each of them is doing so for different reasons."
Everyone wants to find out who the murderer is.
In a brief silence, Fleur clenched her fists. She looked at Mrs. Maxim and nodded: "I'm going to find out who did it!"
"This is absolutely unforgivable—Professor Hamilton clearly did that—" Emma, standing beside her, gently patted her shoulder, seemingly to comfort her.
"I'm going too." Harry nodded, looking around at all the professors present, hoping to start gathering evidence from this moment on.
"I'm going to find out who did it—Professor Hamilton helped us so much—and—" Harry took a deep breath and gripped his wand tightly: "I'm going—and I'm going to find the culprit."
"Of course we're going too," Krum nodded and said, "We Durmstrangers aren't the kind of people who would do something like that."
"We'll prove it to you." He was quite dissatisfied with Fleur's accusations just now, and he said seriously, "Then I hope to receive an apology from Miss Delacour at that time."
In short, for one reason or another, the three teams that were originally going to compete decided to start looking for the truth behind Professor Hamilton's death.
They all swore to find out who murdered Professor Hamilton.
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