pertwk Chapter 405 The Conversation After the Dinner
Chapter 405 The Conversation After the Dinner
Chapter 405 The Conversation After the Dinner
Nothing strange happened at the Halloween dinner, at least that's what Loira thought. The students happily enjoyed the carefully prepared dinner, while the professors chatted and laughed with each other.
Everything was unusually calm, and none of the emergencies Roy had imagined, such as a sudden attack or any strange activity, occurred.
The dinner was just a dinner, nothing more.
Is that correct?
Loila found it hard to believe that such a joyous Halloween was happening—was I being too sensitive?
Loila pursed her lips and took a sip of pumpkin juice.
"Loira, what's wrong with you lately? You always seem downcast." Noticing her odd behavior, Lupin, sitting next to her, thought for a moment and asked, "Is something bothering you?"
"No—no, it's nothing." Loila twitched her ears and said, "It's nothing."
Of course, she couldn't reveal that she had wanted to kill someone but hadn't succeeded, since she didn't want to involve Mr. Lupin.
Her words made Lupin sigh softly and shake his head: "Sometimes when you encounter difficulties, don't keep them to yourself."
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"As your friend, I'd really like to help you."
Mr. Lupin, the greatest help you could give me would be to keep Mr. Potter from learning the Patronus Charm.
Even so, hearing Mr. Lupin's words warmed Loira's heart. Mr. Lupin was indeed her good friend—unfortunately, what she was about to do was not a good thing.
Although Karkaroff was a bad guy—Loira still had some self-awareness, and didn't kill people casually—
What's the difference between him and Voldemort?
But this was something she had to do—Loila pursed her lips, hiding these thoughts deep within her heart.
"—" Seeing her like this, Lupin sighed softly again. He could tell, of course, that Loila was thinking about something, and it was definitely not a trivial matter.
Most of the time, Loila is a very easy person to understand; she has a rich expression and isn't good at hiding her feelings.
That's why Lu Ping, her friend, felt even more worried.
Because he had never seen anything before that could make her expression like that—although it wasn't his place to comment on Roy like that, Roy's expression could sometimes be truly terrifying.
It carried a faint, icy chill—yet it was exceptionally biting, like transparent snow seeping into Lupin's bones.
Even when she was being pestered by Lockhart or Peterson, Lupin had never seen her with this expression—not even when she was in such a disheveled state during their first meeting.
But—Lupin subconsciously clenched his fist slightly.
Perhaps I was just too weak — Loila didn't tell me, surely it was for my own good, wasn't it?
Lupin didn't consider himself like Royla's other friends. He wasn't like Miss Nagini who could always stay by Royla's side, he wasn't like Hagrid who could be so carefree and indifferent to these things, he wasn't as powerful as Miss Shiloh who could help Royla, and he wasn't even like Luna who could—boldly confide in Royla.
"Loila————"
"Um?"
Looking into those confused blue eyes that were staring at him, Lupin slowly said, "Just like I said before—no matter what difficulties you encounter—"
I will always firmly support you.
"So please be sure to tell me if you encounter any problems you can't solve."
"I—I understand." Upon hearing this, Loila lowered her head slightly, not daring to look Mr. Lupin in the eye, because it wasn't a matter of trust or distrust, but simply—it shouldn't be.
My hatred shouldn't drag unrelated people into this—just like with Müller back then—if I hadn't dragged Müller into this, he would probably still be alive, right?
Perhaps he's already turned into an old man by now.
Well, Miss Hilo isn't exactly an unrelated person; after all, strictly speaking—this falls under the category of the Wusili Party's affairs.
Loila comforted herself in her heart, which seemed to make her feel much better.
Just then, she suddenly heard a soft cough behind her.
"Miss Hamilton, I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
"Okay—okay." The person who approached Loila was none other than Hogwarts Headmaster Dumbledore. He had a gentle expression and looked quite calm, just like he always was.
But Loila, who was approached by him, had a completely different expression.
What is this old guy up to now? I was just getting to know Mr. Lupin better, and you suddenly call me something like that. You must have ulterior motives again.
Following behind Dumbledore, the two walked out of the Great Hall one after the other and came to a rather quiet corner.
To Loila's surprise, not only was Dumbledore there, but also Mrs. Maxime—when did she leave?
"Mrs. Maxim—does this seem alright?" Dumbledore led Royla away without explaining anything, but nodded to Mrs. Maxim.
"Professor Hamilton?" Mrs. Maxim looked somewhat surprised. She raised an eyebrow, thought for a few seconds, and said, "If Dumbledore thinks it's appropriate—then Professor Hamilton, perhaps?"
"After all, she's very popular with the students, isn't she?"
"Huh?" Loila looked at the two people with a blank expression, not knowing what they meant.
What are you all talking about? I don't quite understand—what does "very popular" mean—what is that?
Could it be something bad happening again?
Loila sensed something was wrong almost instantly.
Dumbledore's wicked schemes are about to spill out!
"It's nothing, Miss Hamilton." Seemingly noticing Loira's slightly strange look, Dumbledore chuckled softly. "We were just discussing something very interesting."
"?"
Is this fun?
Loila pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. "I'm not some magical creature in a zoo, what are you all trying to do?!"
Don't think that this will stop me from getting angry!
She puffed out her cheeks as she looked at Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime, a hint of displeasure in her blue eyes.
"Don't worry, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said, blinking. "This is quite an interesting matter."
"And you'll find out soon enough."
""
Seeing Loila's unhappy expression, Dumbledore chuckled softly and lowered his voice: "I can only tell you—this matter is related to the second game."
"The best—the best—" Loila gritted her teeth angrily and turned to walk towards the Great Hall. Watching her back, Dumbledore and Madam Maxim exchanged a glance and then chuckled at the same time.
"Damn it, that Dumbledore! He's always hiding things and won't say anything"—Roy was cursing Dumbledore as he turned a corner.
"Huh?"
As Loila turned the corner, she suddenly sensed something was wrong. She looked up and saw a person with black hair standing there.
Even in the deepest darkness, Loila could recognize those eyes.
Those were the eyes of the Ansbach family—meaning, standing before Loira was—Miss Siegfried von Ansbach.
"That—that—"
"Heh—" Siegfried didn't speak, she just sneered and then quickly walked away from Loila.