chsdbacks Chapter 218 The Encounter of the Three Brooms
Chapter 218 The Encounter of the Three Brooms
Chapter 218 The Encounter of the Three Brooms
"That's...that's terrifying."
Slumped into the three brooms, Roy let out a soft sigh—Miss Heero and Professor Snape were truly terrifying—and then Peterson showed up too—
The thought of the oppressive atmosphere she would experience if she stayed there made Loila swallow hard.
Luckily, he ran fast—looking at Luna sitting across from him with a glass of butterbeer, Roy felt a little relieved.
"Is Loila that afraid of Professor Rozier?" Luna tilted her head and whispered.
"Ah—it's not that—that scary." Loila bit her lip and took a sip of her butterbeer. Of course, she couldn't reveal her affair with Lord Grindelwald, even though she really wanted to bring Luna into Lord Grindelwald's camp as well.
Seeing Loila's slightly panicked expression, Luna thought for a few seconds and then said, "Professor Rozier seems to be very responsible in class."
"Lu... Luna... Could you... call her Professor Hero?" Just like hearing Dumbledore's name, Loila felt her heart skip a beat when she heard the name Rosier—it's best to avoid names that make people uneasy.
"Is that so?"
Luna nodded thoughtfully, and seeing Loila's pale face, she smiled gently and reached out to take Loila's hand.
"Luna?"
"Don't be afraid, Loira," she comforted her. "If Professor Shiloh tries to turn Loira into a parasite or something, I'll protect you."
"Hmm!"
After Luna said that, Loila suddenly felt a warm feeling in her heart, and she was so touched!
However—but I am a professor at Hogwarts, isn't it a bit too embarrassing to be told by a second-year student to protect me?
But Luna protecting herself and all that—just thinking about it made Loira feel warm all over.
"Thank you—thank you, Luna." After blushing for a long time, Loila could only whisper these words before taking a sip of her butterbeer.
It must be said that Hogsmeade's butterbeer is indeed quite good—this kind of drink doesn't exist in Durmstrang—and even if it did, it probably wouldn't be a good thing for Loyra.
It would definitely feel sticky if it got splashed on you—the Durmstrang wizard's soda didn't have honey in it, so at most he'd just feel a chill if it got splashed on him.
"By the way, Loila."
"Um?"
Loila, who was lost in thought, was awakened by Luna's call.
"Does Loila have any plans for Christmas this year?" Loila was taken aback by Luna's question.
It's only autumn now, why are you asking about Christmas and stuff? — Ah — But she's Luna, so it seems normal for her to ask that.
"I haven't decided yet," Loira said after thinking for a moment. "Maybe—maybe at Hogwarts?"
However, despite answering like that, Loila still sensed something. Was Luna going to invite her to her house again?
Although the last experience wasn't great, and it ended with her fainting, Loila did feel warmth at Lovegood's house.
She—she really wanted to go again—so Loila rubbed her hands together, looking at Luna with expectant eyes.
Please, Luna, invite me again!
"Oh, I see. Then we can spend Christmas together at Hogwarts."
"Huh?"
Why are they together at Hogwarts?
Loila blinked, her face, covered in freckles from her disguise, now showing a look of confusion.
"Dad has some things to do for Christmas, so he won't be home," Luna explained, taking a sip of her butterbeer. "So I won't be going home either."
"I see—"
Even though it's at Hogwarts, it seems nice to spend it with Luna — is Dumbledore at Hogwarts for Christmas?
It would be even better if that old guy weren't around.
"Clatter".
As the two were chatting, they suddenly heard the sound of a door with three brooms being pushed open. The person who walked in was none other than Peterson, who had just been chatting with Shiloh.
"!"
When Loila saw him come in, she subconsciously shrank back. Although Peterson hadn't recognized her just now, if he found out that she was dressed as a student, her image as an elder would be ruined.
I'm your cousin, after all!
However, Peterson did not seem to be looking for Loila. He glanced around for a few seconds, and then his eyes lit up when he saw a wizard dressed in a black robe.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Richard."
Because it was afternoon, there weren't too many people with three brooms, and Peterson's seat happened to be right next to Loila and Luna.
Therefore, Loila could hear Peterson chatting next door.
This isn't something I wanted to eavesdrop on—but I am indeed a little curious about who Peterson is chatting with.
Loila carefully turned slightly to the side, eavesdropping with her pointed ears.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hamilton." The wizard known as Richard smiled. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
"Ah—I'm happy too." Peterson said, nodding slightly, and then opened his parchment bag, taking out many parchments from it.
Richard took the parchment, glanced at it, and then nodded: "These magic array props have already been reviewed by the Ministry of Magic."
Magic array props? Ministry of Magic?
Upon hearing those two words—Loila finally understood why Peterson was there—it seemed he was helping her with her patent matters—
This made her subconsciously feel a little guilty. She was clearly having fun with Luna, yet she was bothering someone else to handle things for her, and—and she was even eavesdropping or something.
"What about the contract?" Peterson asked softly, then looked around and lowered his voice.
"I—I'm here—the Ministry of Magic has already—" Because he lowered his voice, Loila couldn't hear him very clearly.
"Does she know about this?" The Auror from the Ministry of Magic didn't lower his voice, and Loira clearly heard him say, "Does your cousin know?"
"I got her consent—is there a problem?" Peterson raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a slightly puzzled expression.
"Ah—it's nothing—it's just—this kind of situation is not very common." Seemingly feeling the way Peterson was looking at him, the Auror rubbed his hands and said, "I'm sorry to ask you this."
"There's nothing wrong with that, isn't there? My cousin is a rare genius herself."
"Ugh! Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!" Loila, who had just taken a sip of butterbeer, suddenly spat it back into the glass.
Calling someone a genius is such an exaggeration!
Loila blushed immediately upon being addressed that way by Peterson. "It's okay for me to refer to myself like that—but to be called that by Peterson is just...!"
It's a little embarrassing.
She licked the drink off her lips, then looked up slightly at Luna, only to find that Luna didn't seem to notice at all.
She was staring blankly at the students outside the window.
Ah—it seems that being called a genius is less interesting than a few students fooling around.
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