pertwk How many Professor Hamiltons are there in Chapter 91?
How many Professor Hamiltons are there in Chapter 91?
How many Professor Hamiltons are there in Chapter 91?
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It seems—it seems—that I haven't arrived too late!
Loira felt incredibly busy today. She had to go to the Chamber of Secrets to study the magic circle, deal with the basilisk, fight the Slytherin octopus and almost lose her boots, and finally, she had to attend a ball.
She didn't even attend the costume party in disguise!
Thinking to herself, "I'll probably be the worst person at the ball," Loira quickened her pace while adjusting her clothes.
A hood? It's already on!
The mask? It's already on!
The clothes? They're all dried!
Even the sticky octopus fluid inside the boots on my feet was cleaned out!
"Good!" Miss Hamilton took a deep breath. "Because you are about to face something more terrifying than the Basilisk, the Giant Octopus, or even Dumbledore."
That is—
"Another Professor Hamilton?"
Roy shuddered and took a few steps back before he could see who was speaking.
That was Mr. Filch, the castle caretaker of Hogwarts, and Roy's biggest rival in his desire to change jobs.
He was holding a white and gray cat, looking at Roy with a slightly disgusted expression.
"You're more attentive than the others," he scoffed.
Another Professor Hamilton? And the others?
Loira was momentarily confused about what he was talking about. Did Hogwarts have other Professor Hamiltons?
All I did was go to an escape room... how could this suddenly...?
"Hurry up and go in." Filch curled his lip, glancing at Roy with his cloudy eyes. "Dressing up as a professor is really something."
"Hehe—hehe—"
Hearing his slightly hoarse and eerie laughter, Loyra instinctively shrank back.
Alright, no matter how many Hamilton professors there are, Roy is going in anyway. He pursed his lips, stared at the auditorium door for a few more seconds, and then gently reached out to push it open.
As the doors opened, a melodious sound immediately reached Roy's ears; it was a group of fairies standing on the high platform of the auditorium playing violins.
In the slightly dim auditorium, one pumpkin after another floats in the air.
And under the pumpkin... was a group of... well... a group of strange-looking creatures.
Fortunately, the dance didn't seem to have started yet? Roy noticed that most of the students were still chatting about the food.
"Oh, is it Professor Hamilton again?" A student wrapped in a blanket looked up at Roy, then reached out and pinched her robe as Roy stared in surprise.
"The quality is not bad. You must have put in a lot of effort, my friend?" He raised his head and shrugged. "What a pity, there are more than a dozen Professor Hamiltons here today."
"Huh—ah?" Roy's lips twitched slightly as he carefully looked around.
Well, her cursory glance seemed to lack detail; among those strange creatures, she saw at least seven or eight people wrapped in black robes like her and wearing silver masks.
Who are all these people?
For a moment, Roy couldn't believe that someone would impersonate her and that she was actually quite popular. Should she be happy about it?
Wait, I shouldn't be happy!
Halloween is all about dressing up as scary people! Why are they all dressing up as me? Am I that scary?
Dumbledore and Professor Snape were clearly more...
"Excuse me, students!" A few students walked past her, their voices startling Roy. She quickly took a few steps back and whispered, "Hugs—"
"See, you're not like that at all," said the student who had just wrapped himself in the sheet. "The real Professor Hamilton would have just watched them silently."
That's not right!
I am clearly Professor Hamilton!
Roy gritted his teeth, wanting to say something, but in the end he lowered his head and quickly slipped through the crowd to the edge of the auditorium.
No, today is too strange!
Looking at the lively group of students gathered together, Roy was momentarily at a loss for words.
Her initial fear was now overshadowed by a deep sense of bewilderment.
Why, why did you dress up as me?
"Oh, Professor Hamilton, would you like some cake?" Another student approached and spoke to him. She had long black hair, but wore a silver mask on her face.
Is this Miss Izeris? This is a third-year student of Loira's, from Hufflepuff Academy.
She never said a word in class—but now she is—
Hey! Wait a minute!
Roy quickly stepped back to avoid the cake she was offered.
"No—no need," she said timidly.
"Hey, we're all Professor Hamilton, why are you still shy around strangers?"
Huh? You're imitating me too? Pshaw! Are you imitating me?
"Don't be so silent!" Miss Izeris shrugged and tugged at Roy's sleeve: "Although I wasn't very convincing."
Not only are we not very similar, but we are completely different! First of all, I would never hold someone's sleeve like that and not let them leave. "Never mind~" She seemed to be bored, so she shrugged and took the cake away.
However, just as Roy breathed a sigh of relief and was about to walk toward the professor's seat, several more students immediately gathered around him.
"Your Professor Hamilton look is spot on!" A little witch circled around Loyla, instinctively reaching out to touch Loyla's mask, which startled Loyla, who quickly took a few steps back and tried to run away.
But after taking a few steps back, she bumped into the wall; this was a corner of the auditorium.
She had nowhere to run.
"Look—she's really put in a lot of effort!" The other young wizards gathered around, all wrapped in black robes and wearing silver masks.
Although the silver masks looked different, it was clear that they were all impersonating Professor Hamilton.
"Are you coming to participate in Professor Hamilton's competition later?" One of the slightly taller Professor Hamiltons walked up to Loira.
"Yeah, I have a feeling you might win the championship!" said another student of similar height.
Two students of similar height began introducing themselves to Loira, one after the other.
"Professor Hamilton-Han-Han - The Competition" Loira looked at the two of them, trembling. She never imagined that one day there would be a competition named after her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" said the first student. "We'll have a contest to see who can impersonate Professor Hamilton the best!"
"ah--"
"We asked Headmaster Dumbledore, and he did not object."
Is it enough that Principal Dumbledore doesn't object? Shouldn't you be asking Professor Hamilton?
Ah—Professor Hamilton seems to be arriving only now, but can't you write letters? I'm not telling you—
Ah—Professor McGonagall doesn't seem to be allowing me to reply either. "Besides, we plan to have the professors make the selection."
"Let the professors rate who most resembles Professor Hamilton." The two men exchanged a glance: "We think you have the best chance!"
"Ah—I—I won't." Loira hurriedly waved her hands, trying to refuse. Participating in her own imitation contest? And with professors even judging it—that was just too embarrassing!
"It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid." One of the students tugged at Roy's sleeve: "The champion gets a whole year's supply of free mead at the Three Broomsticks Tavern in Hogsmeade!"
"This was provided privately by Headmaster Dumbledore!"
No... Dumbledore, you bastard!
Loira looked toward the professors' table and saw Dumbledore with a big smile on his face, who was also looking at Loira.
You—
That mocking look made Loira grit her teeth, wanting to do something, but after thinking it over carefully...
"Forget it, I'd better figure out a way to avoid this first." "Alright, come on, the competition's about to start!" The lead student patted Roy on the shoulder with a smile: "There's a dance after the competition!"
"ah-."
No! No!
"Hmm?" McGonagall, who was standing in the corner wearing a lion hat, looked up slightly at the group of students in front of her who were wrapped in robes and wearing silver masks, and pursed her lips.
"What are you doing—"
"Professor McGonagall, we'd love for you to tell us who most resembles Professor Hamilton!"
...
McGonagall was visibly angry. She frowned and said, "Don't think impersonating Professor Hamilton is anything funny..."
As she looked around at the students, she said, "As students, you must show your professors sufficient respect!"
"We think Professor Hamilton is very mysterious and amazing, and he hasn't taught us for a long time."
What's so mysterious and powerful about it? — And Loira, who hadn't attended class, felt a little guilty and was about to shrink to the back row when she saw McGonagall's eyes widen as she put down her wine glass, and even the lion hat on her head opened its eyes.
"Enough, Mr. Weasley! This is no excuse!" Looking at Professor McGonagall's glaring eyes, Loira suddenly felt a sense of relief and confidence.
That's right! What's so interesting about impersonating me! I'm a professor, although strictly speaking I haven't taught you a single class, but you still have to... "Mr. Weasley, I'm going to deduct from Gryffindor, huh?" McGonagall's gaze stopped when it swept over the short Professor Hamilton in the corner.
She looked at the person hesitantly, then took a deep breath.
Professor McGonagall? Why did you suddenly stop talking? And why are you looking at me like that?!
Roy instinctively shrank back, trying to hide behind the students.
"—" McGonagall nodded slightly as if she understood something: "Don't do it again, Mr. Weasley."
"Also, I think this one is the most similar." She pointed to Loira in the corner, and then suddenly winked.
It's nice to see Professor McGonagall acting different, but please don't look at me like you know something!
Loy stood there dumbfounded, then was swept along by the other students and walked toward the other professors in the auditorium.