pertwk Chapter 186 Ceremony
Chapter 186 Ceremony
Chapter 186 Ceremony
"Oh? Miss Hamilton—I thought you weren't at Hogwarts." Dumbledore was visibly taken aback when he saw Loyla appear.
"Ugh————"
Loila pursed her lips and glanced at the students around her, ultimately choosing not to offer any explanation—she felt she might never get used to speaking in front of students.
Even though there weren't many students in the auditorium at that moment.
Seeing that Loila remained silent, Dumbledore wasn't surprised. He smiled gently and said, "But I'm glad you came."
I don't want to make you happy—is it too late to leave now?
Loila thought about it for a moment but ultimately didn't move her buttocks.
It wasn't that she was a little curious about the special new process Miss Nagini mentioned—could it be about giving bonuses to the professors?
Although Loila is not short of money lately because of the school board's bonus, who would complain about having too much money, right?
Moreover, researching magic arrays is extremely expensive, especially since Roy's recent new ideas have cost her a considerable amount of money.
However, if this new idea succeeds...
I've made a major breakthrough in the creation of magic array props—and this will save me a lot of time in the future.
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While Loila sat on the professor's chair lost in thought, the young wizards below the stage were not so calm. They all looked at Professor Hamilton in surprise and then whispered among themselves.
"I thought Professor Hamilton was dead."
Ron was met with eye rolls from both Harry and Hermione the moment he opened his mouth.
"Professor Hamilton was just resting," Hermione said, pouting. "Do you have some kind of habit of saying stupid things?"
"I was just joking."
Ron's joke made Harry shake his head: "That's not a good idea, cursing someone to die or something."
"You were saying Snape should die, weren't you?"
"That's Snape—not like Professor Hamilton." Harry, whose secret had been exposed, turned his head away in embarrassment, his face turning slightly red as he spoke.
"Huh?" Ron lowered his voice as if he had discovered something new: "Why are you blushing?"
"Could it be because—" He pursed his lips, glanced at Hermione, and mouthed, "Harry likes Professor Hamilton?"
"I didn't!" Harry saw through Ron's meaning and slammed his hand on the table to retort, "I just—I was just thinking about how Professor Hamilton fought Voldemort to save us that day."
"And—Professor Hamilton is indeed very—" he said, then lowered his head again.
"Ah—I know, I know—" Ron said with an expression of understanding: "Professor Hamilton is a half-Vessel."
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"You were definitely bewitched because you saw her face, right?"
"It's definitely not because you like her."
"Of course!"
Hermione sighed helplessly as she watched the two people talking about nonsensical topics, then looked at Professor Hamilton on the stage and began to think.
Professor Hamilton had been on leave for a long time, and she hadn't seen her many times in the past few months—but Hermione still vividly remembered everything that happened that day.
Professor Hamilton saved himself from Voldemort and even destroyed Voldemort's youthful memories—although he didn't witness it firsthand, Harry's firsthand oral account has become a valuable resource within the Pinecone Party.
Almost every member of the Pinecone Party read it carefully and analyzed Professor Hamilton's psychological state at the time step by step.
Beautiful, knowledgeable, cold, arrogant—powerful—these labels attached to Professor Hamilton made Hermione yearn for him.
"If only I could be like Professor Hamilton," she thought subconsciously as she looked at the indifferent figure.
Then I'll have to study really hard — I heard Professor Hamilton will be teaching a new course in the third year —
Research on Magic Arrays —
I really need to work hard! Before going home tomorrow, I'll go to Diagon Alley and buy all the books related to magic circles.
"Clang clang."
Professor McGonagall gently tapped the glass in front of her with her spoon, the soft, discordant sound silencing all the students.
The last banquet of the semester is about to begin.
Thinking about it carefully—this semester at Hogwarts seems quite peaceful—except for Voldemort's inexplicable appearance at the end, it's nowhere near as nerve-wracking as the first semester—
"Ladies and gentlemen, professors, please be quiet," Professor McGonagall began slowly, her voice as serious as ever.
As she spoke, most of the professors sat up straight, except for Professor Hamilton, who remained unchanged.
"Today is our last banquet of the semester—Headmaster Dumbledore has a few words to say to everyone." Professor McGonagall finished speaking, clapped lightly, and then gave her seat to Headmaster Dumbledore.
Dumbledore responded to McGonagall with a kind smile before slowly walking to the podium decorated with owls.
"As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I am delighted to see every young wizard sitting here today, healthy and quiet."
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"A lot happened at Hogwarts last year, leaving deep memories for each of us—but I believe—"
Headmaster Dumbledore's words were unusually ordinary, as if they were something any ordinary Muggle school headmaster would say. Hermione subconsciously ignored these words, as she was still thoughtfully observing Professor Hamilton.
Although all the crises have been resolved, many mysteries remain surrounding Professor Hamilton: Did she harm any Muggles? Why was she imprisoned? Why has nothing changed after fifty years? And why does she always wear a hood and remain silent?
There were so many suspicious things about Professor Hamilton that Hermione instinctively wanted to find the answers. She hadn't been idle for the past few months, but unfortunately, she hadn't gained much.
So why don't you try to approach it from a different angle during the summer vacation?
Hermione instinctively thought of Luna—that somewhat strange girl from Ravenclaw—who seemed to know a lot about Professor Hamilton.
Perhaps I should write to her and ask? Or perhaps—
"Now let's give a round of applause to Mr. Parkinson from the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore's voice reached Hermione's ears, and also Loyra's.
She paused for a moment when she heard the name, then instinctively looked up in horror at the entrance to the auditorium.
Why, why did Mr. Parkinson's come?!
"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies." Standing there was indeed Mr. Parkinson. He bowed slightly and said, "I am here today to represent the Ministry of Magic in recognizing Professor Hamilton's contributions to the protection of the wizarding world."
"Huh?!" Loila covered her mouth and took a few steps back, her blue eyes meeting Mr. Parkinson's smile through the gap in her mask.
What is going on?
Looking at Loira, Mr. Parkinson simply smiled, nodded merrily, and walked past Dumbledore to stand before Loira.
"Hmm!"
Loila trembled, staring blankly at the Parkinson's patient in front of her.
"Please believe me, Professor Hamilton," Parkinson said in a low voice, "I didn't want this either—but it's Minister Fudge's decision—"
He coughed and announced loudly, "The Ministry of Magic has decided to award Professor Hamilton the Order of Merlin, Second Class, in recognition of her heroic act of defending Hogwarts against the incorrigible dark wizards!"
"Do you have anything to say, Professor Hamilton?"
Can I say Avada Kedavra?
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