The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 327 The First Day of Nurmengard

Chapter 327 The First Day in Nurmengard

In the winter of 1942, as the cold wind swept across the Austrian plains and snowflakes drifted over the Alps, Neumungard Castle, perched atop the mountains overlooking the green fields and rivers, welcomed the return of its master.

"Lord Grindelwald." The young Vida bowed slightly as she looked at the figure with the unusual silver hair, and the sorcerers around her also adopted a respectful demeanor.

"Vida—" Grindelwald nodded slightly to her and then smiled. "Thank you so much for managing this place while I was away—"

As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side, revealing the timid girl following behind him.

"This is—" Vida stared blankly at the girl with silver hair, just like Lord Grindelwald.

"Is this your child?" she couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Anyone would think the same way—Grindelwald, who suddenly left Nurmengard, returned with a girl who had the same hair color as him.

Is this Lord Grindelwald's illegitimate son?

This was almost the unanimous opinion of all the UMNO members present.

"No, that's not it." Grindelwald chuckled softly upon hearing this. He slowly reached out and patted the timid girl's head, looking at her face, which was as red as an apple from shyness, and said, "She is Hamilton."

"Hamilton?" Vida paused for a few seconds upon hearing this, then immediately lowered his voice and whispered, "It's Philip's—"

"She's Philip's daughter," Grindelwald said, slowly leading the timid girl into the castle.

"This will be your home from now on." Grindelwald looked at the girl, who was a little scared but still cautiously looking around, and said, "This is Vida—Miss Vida Rozier."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hamilton," Vida replied with a polite smile.

"It's so—so nice to meet you—Ms. Rozier—"

Vida frowned slightly as he looked at the girl who was stammering in response.

This was somewhat different from the man she remembered who always had a confident smile—or rather, quite different.

Moreover, she also had a pair of Veela ears—even though they were hidden by her messy hair, Vader could still see those pointed ears.

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Could she have bewitched Lord Grindelwald? — That's impossible — How could Lord Grindelwald be bewitched by such a — such a child?

This malnourished appearance—was Philip abusing her?

Vida was filled with doubts, and these doubts only grew stronger as she led Miss Hamilton to her room.

Why is she keeping tugging at the corner of my clothes?

Vida resisted the urge to fling her aside and somewhat laboriously led the girl through the castle.

"Ms. Vida—wait, what?"

Members of the UMNO party who were passing by looked puzzled when they saw this.

"This is Lord Grindelwald's—" More than one member of the Sorcery Party asked with such curiosity.

"She has nothing to do with Lord Grindelwald," Vida had to explain again and again. "She is the daughter of another Masonic saint."

"Is that so?"

These UMNO members, who seemed to have other ideas, made "I see, I understand" expressions.

You didn't really understand anything, did you?

"This is your room, Miss Hamilton." Vida pushed open a door. This room used to belong to Philip Hamilton, so it was in a very good location, right next to Lord Grindelwald's room.

It also has a huge floor-to-ceiling window that offers a view of the Alps stretching to the horizon.

"Hmm."

Miss Hamilton paused for a moment when she saw how big the room was, and then, to Vida's somewhat surprised look, she subtly flicked her sleeve and drew the curtains of the huge window.

"you----"

Seemingly sensing Vida's surprise, Miss Hamilton quickly bowed her head and said, "I'm so sorry."

"I didn't—I didn't mean to—"

"Why are you apologizing to yourself?" Vida said, pursing her lips. "That was a silent spell, wasn't it?"

She suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "You wouldn't happen to be Loila Hamilton, would you?"

"Um... um." The girl lowered her head and fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, saying, "I... I am..."

"Um—I will try my best—work hard—and do my best—to help Lord Grindelwald—I won't—I won't do any bad things—"

Please don't send me away—please don't send me away—

Are you kidding me?

Putting aside the fact that she was very different from the silent witch I had imagined—why would I drive you away?

What have you been through before?

Vida looked at her in surprise and slowly said, "I won't send you away."

"And do you remember what Lord Grindelwald said?" Vida paused and said, "This will be your home from now on."

"No one will drive you away unless Lord Grindelwald allows it."

"Home—" Loila said, her eyes darting around, "Not even—not even Lady Vida—aren't you—Lord Grindelwald's wife?"

"————"

Vida remained silent for a few seconds, a slight smile appearing on her elegant but indifferent face, but the smile vanished in an instant.

"Lord Grindelwald is engaged in a great undertaking—he won't waste time on sentimental matters," she said slowly. "I am Vida Rozier, Lord Grindelwald's second-in-command, nothing more."

"I'm so sorry!"

"There's no need to apologize." Vida shook his head slightly, changing the subject: "If that's the case, you should know all the silent spells, right?"

"Um--

"And you've also won the Durmstrang Duel Tournament twice, right?"

"Um--

"That's wonderful." Vida nodded slightly. "What we lack right now is a wizard who can stand on his own."

"Hmm."

Loila turned pale when she heard the words "stand alone".

Vida, somewhat pleased, was oblivious to all this. She simply chatted with Miss Loila Hamilton for a few more minutes, telling her the locations of the various rooms in the castle, before leaving.

She was quite pleased to close the door, pleased that Lord Grindelwald had managed to recruit such a capable wizard—even though she seemed a little shy, she had seen wizards even stranger than herself, such as Vida.

In any case—she should be able to provide a lot of help in the current unfavorable situation, right?

I think so?

"Lord Grindelwald!"

Vida entered Grindelwald's room, her elegant face contorted with anger: "I simply can't stand Miss Hamilton anymore."

"Hmm?" Grindelwald slightly raised his head. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry—" Realizing his lapse in composure, Vida pursed his lips and said softly, "I lost my composure."

"It's nothing." Grindelwald shrugged and waved his wand, bringing her a cup of coffee. "Relax."

Watching her hold her coffee, Grindelwald slowly said, "Miss Hamilton has been through a lot."

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"Many of them had a significant impact on her."

Upon hearing this, Vida pursed his lips and said, "Lord Grindelwald, I can understand that she's a little shy—and I can accept her laxity—"

"But as a person, you can't just stay in your room for weeks without coming out, can you?"

"No one can eat only once every three or four days, right?"

"As a human being, you can't just do no work and be a freeloader, can you?"

"...

'

Hearing her words, Grindelwald's smile widened.

"Vida—isn't this your job?" Grindelwald said softly, "See if you can make a difference in Miss Hamilton over the next few years."

"

Vida pursed her lips but didn't speak. Can I change her?

That must be difficult, right?

Through the glass, the elderly man watched the silver-haired girl walk in with the black-haired girl. The silver-haired girl was exactly the same as before—except that her face no longer showed only timidity and fear, but instead had a bit of vitality.

Or perhaps it wasn't actually that difficult—it was just that my approach at the time was wrong?

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