The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 313 Rozier and Hamilton

Chapter 313 Rozier and Hamilton (Part 1)

Under Lupin's gaze, Peterson adjusted his glasses: "Someone you've never met before, only heard to be a disgrace to the family—a remnant—"

"But then suddenly—she came back."

"And she also possesses unimaginable wealth—" Peterson paused, "She's as foolish as a Veela."

"Not Hamilton."

"Cousin—" Peterson chewed on the word, then smiled gently again: "Even for so many benefits—calling a mixed-race Veela like that is a little unsettling."

"Fortunately, things are almost over." Peterson pushed up his glasses again. "So, Mr. Lupin, don't you want to go too far—"

"sad."

"Because your Veela friend will be joining you soon."

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Lupin was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled.

His chuckle drew a look of displeasure from Peterson: "Is that so ridiculous?"

"Or have you gone mad?"

"No, no, no," Lupin shook his head and said, "I just feel sorry for you, having to resort to deception when facing a girl."

"You even hide here and whisper bad things about others." Lupin couldn't help but purse his lips. "Is this what you call the honor of a pure-blood wizard is used for?"

"————"

Peterson's lips twitched. He gripped his wand tightly and pursed his lips: "You damn werewolf—"

Just as he was about to say something more, he suddenly heard a loud bang.

"Bang!"

Then came a violent tremor, forcing him to lean against the wall to avoid falling.

"What happened?" He looked at Lupin's neck as if he had realized something.

Upon discovering the necklace wasn't there, he pursed his lips and immediately cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"

Then he immediately strode out of the room.

Could it be Loira? His face was extremely pale. If Loira had come, it would be very dangerous.

After all, Peterson knew her strength; to think that these few wizards here could fight her was simply a joke.

"Carlo, go and inform Father immediately, and tell him to send more people as soon as possible—" he ordered as he walked down the stairs, while also gripping his wand tightly.

If all else fails, he'll have to take up his wand and go for it himself—Peterson walked into the foyer with the worst in mind, but when he saw that thing—

Yet, a sense of absurdity still arose.

That wasn't a wizard at all—it was a giant snake.

Or rather—was it a basilisk?

A giant basilisk was rampaging in the courtyard, its writhing body sending the wizards who tried to approach flying.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

The wizards standing in the hall raised their wands, and the red spells they cast struck the basilisk but left no mark.

"Use the Killing Curse!" Peterson said, raising his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

"Bang!"

Four or five death curses flew out at the same time, but they were all deflected when they hit the basilisk's scales.

"What is this thing?!" a wizard couldn't help but curse, his wand feeling like a small stick in the face of the giant snake.

"This is a basilisk—" Peterson said through gritted teeth, "Spells don't work on it."

"Don't think about killing it, think about how to catch it!"

Fortunately, the snake monster was blind for some reason, otherwise, just one glance from it would probably have killed everyone present.

But—that's no reason for a basilisk to be here, is it?

Why are there snake monsters here?

Was it Royla's doing? Or someone else? Or was it simply a basilisk that was hungry and decided to eat some people?

Peterson watched as seven or eight Hamilton family wizards frantically waved their wands, trying to trap the basilisk, and for a moment his mind was in a daze.

"Boom!" As if angered, the basilisk swept its body, smashing the courtyard gate open, and then opened its mouth wide, letting out a sharp hiss.

To ordinary wizards, the basilisk is practically a living stone; no spell can harm it, and being hit by it will cause considerable injury.

However, Peterson soon discovered that the basilisk's attack accuracy was not very good, presumably because it had lost its eyes.

With the combined efforts of many wizards, they managed to suppress it temporarily.

Although most spells cannot cause it any real damage, they can still limit it—but—looking at the already messed-up courtyard and four or five wizards leaning against the corner healing their wounds.

Peterson was so angry he gritted his teeth—"Don't let me find out who did this—I'll kill you!"

Wait a minute—Peterson suddenly remembered something and immediately turned around and walked upstairs, gripping his wand tightly as he went.

When he reached the door of the room where Lupin was imprisoned, he saw a wizard lying unconscious on the ground.

Damn it!

"Young Master Peterson!" Several wizards ran up after him, and they also looked troubled when they saw the wizard lying on the ground at the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Peterson Hamilton." Under the gaze of many wizards, Shiloh, with black hair and purple eyes, stepped out.

Accompanying her was Lupin, who was also holding a magic wand.

"Rozier!" Peterson's voice was full of anger; just saying the name made him tremble with rage.

"What's it to you?" he snapped. "Is meddling in other people's business just your problem, Rozier?"

"Or is it that you, this damned UMNO, really have some connection with that Veela?!"

"Does this concern you, Peterson?" Shiloh didn't answer the question. She gripped her wand and said, "Maybe I just want to kill you."

"After all, you've been the one framing me all along."

"Heh heh—you're an evil dark wizard," Peterson said slowly. "Who doesn't know the reputation of your Rozier family?"

"That's true—I'm glad to be a member of a family with a thousand-year history, mainly because few of my relatives are in Azkaban—and I don't have to make money by swindling a fool."

Shiloh's sarcastic remarks made Peterson take several deep breaths.

"Now that you're here—you're not leaving either." Peterson said, raising his wand. "Take her down!"

"Just the few of you?" Hilo raised an eyebrow and said, "That's a bit too arrogant."

"Miss Hilo, I will cooperate with you," Lupin said, holding his wand.

"You—" Looking at Lupin, who was covered in a mess, Shiloh pursed her lips but didn't say anything too harsh. She just said in a low voice, "You can protect yourself."

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