chsdbacks Chapter 109 Letters and Christmas
Chapter 109 Letters and Christmas
Chapter 109 Letters and Christmas
"Good morning, or perhaps good evening, Miss Hamilton. By the time this letter arrives, it will surely be Christmas. Merry Christmas, Miss Hamilton—."
"Please forgive me for taking so long to reply. What was behind that magic circle lock was quite unexpected, but I wrote to Headmaster Dumbledore, so perhaps he has already told you."
He clearly didn't say anything. Roy bit his lip, feeling a growing resentment towards Dumbledore—was this old guy really getting old, forgetting something so important?
Or was he doing it on purpose?
Loira couldn't say for sure either—but Mr. Lupin's letter did arrive right on time; tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and today should be her last day at Hogwarts this year.
I wonder if Mr. Lupin has received my letter?
Roy pursed his lips slightly, then closed the letter.
There's nothing better than receiving a letter from a friend. If there is, it's receiving a gift from a friend.
It was definitely not an implication! But Miss Hamilton, who had never received a Christmas gift from a friend, fell into a rather pleasant fantasy.
"What's Professor Hamilton thinking about?" Ron muttered quietly. "Could it be that she's discovered someone else's memories again?"
"If that were true, that would be wonderful," Harry said softly.
"Hahahaha." Ron burst out laughing upon hearing this: "Is it really that bad to be brought up in every class?"
"Besides, don't you still have Miss Luo to keep you company?"
"Is this something to be happy about?" Harry scoffed and took a bite of the sausage on his fork. "I wonder what Lola did to offend Snape."
"We don't know how you offended Snape either," Ron said, shrugging. "Alright—I'm going home after lunch."
"Want to come along?" he asked casually. "You don't have anything to do at Hogwarts by yourself, do you?"
"That's great." Harry smiled and nodded; it was indeed a bit lonely being alone at school.
He longed to visit Ron's large family and looked forward to spending Christmas at the Weasleys' house.
Ah—Harry's anticipation turned into distress in Loira's heart.
She had never been a guest at anyone's house, whether it was Muller or anyone else after him, unless you consider Neumontard to be Lord Grindelwald's home.
Should I prepare anything else besides a gift? What should I wear? Is this robe I bought from Madam Malkin a little too old? And should I say Merry Christmas first or Good evening, Mr. Lovegood?
Luo Yi pondered for a moment, then slowly took out a piece of paper and began to write on it. Perhaps he should write down what he needed to do in advance and then memorize it.
First, greet them politely, keeping your feet together. Roy slightly bows his head to straighten his boots, then straightens his back.
She straightened her posture subconsciously as she sat on the chair in the auditorium.
Finally, could you slightly raise your right hand to greet me in a more relaxed manner?
Very good, very good, Loira, you are a very socially adept young witch!
"Smack."
Roy slammed the quill down on the table, startling the other young wizards at the table.
Especially after that silver-white mask swept around the auditorium, all the students subconsciously felt an indescribable chill.
Were we too loud? Almost everyone thought so, so they quickly shut their mouths.
The silent Professor Hamilton has become a new legend at Hogwarts.
Everyone watched in silence as Professor Hamilton strode out of the auditorium, and only after she had completely disappeared did murmurs begin to rise again.
"Mr. Riddle, do you know what to do?"
Upon returning to his office, Roy opened his diary and wrote: "I'm going to visit Miss Lovegood."
"Should I behave more politely? Or should I be more lively? What should I wear? How should I greet people? Are there any special traditions for Christmas in Britain?"
"..."
She filled almost an entire page of her diary with a barrage of questions, so it took Mr. Riddle a long time to finally respond.
"I have no idea."
"?" Roy was a little confused when he saw those three big characters. If someone like Mr. Riddle didn't understand these things, how could he learn the profound art of social interaction on his own?
"Oh, and leave me at Hogwarts for Christmas." Suddenly, Mr. Riddle's ornate handwriting appeared.
"Huh? Why?" Roy wrote instinctively, "Are you also afraid to visit other people's homes, Mr. Riddle?"
"Of course not."
"I just really want to spend Christmas at Hogwarts," Riddle wrote slowly. "You should know that for someone like me..."
"Christmas at the college are always memorable."
∑（000）Really—Really! ?
"Mr. Riddle, don't lie to me. I used to spend many Christmases like that, feeling a bit lonely. It's really nostalgic." Mr. Riddle repeated as if he could read minds, "You don't need to worry about me."
"Is this how it is?" Loira pursed her lips and nodded gently.
Mr. Riddle is quite an interesting man—not only is he knowledgeable, but he also knows a lot of things, is willing to talk to me, and has his own little personality.
Why does Mr. Riddle seem so three-dimensional? Is he still the person in the diary?
Ah—I almost forgot, this is a memory Mr. Riddle left in his diary; he himself certainly existed—
So—who exactly is he?
Roy couldn't help but think of Mr. Riddle's full name.
Tom Marvolo Riddell—
This was a name Roy had never heard before, nor had he ever seen it in newspapers or books—so how exactly did Mr. Riddle die?
Roy looked at the scattered diary, pondered for a long time, but still chose not to write down his doubts.
After all, that seems quite impolite.
Not knowing if anyone else knew Mr. Riddle, Loira thought about it carefully and gently shook her head.
If Mr. Riddle doesn't want me to know, then it's better not to know. After all, he's my friend, and respecting my friend's privacy is a necessary lesson.
(Those who want to be friends with Voldemort, please study hard.)
Although Mr. Riddle wanted to spend Christmas alone, Roy actually prepared a gift for him—a book cover for his diary made of dragon skin. With it, Roy no longer had to worry about damaging Mr. Riddle!
Thinking this, Roy wrote in his diary: "Merry Christmas in advance, Mr. Riddle. I have prepared a gift for you, and I will pack it for you when I get back."
"Merry Christmas to you too, Miss Hamilton," Mr. Riddle replied after a moment. "The only gift I can give you is my heartfelt blessing."
That's enough. Loira smiled.
In the Albanian jungle, Lupin, wrapped in a thick robe, pursed his lips and opened the letter in his hand.
"Dear Mr. Lupin, my friend! Merry Christmas! Ah—I am Roy Hamilton, you shouldn't have forgotten me, should you?"
"By the time you receive this letter, it should be Christmas already, right? Merry Christmas! Didn't I write this before...?"
Much of the following content seemed to have been erased, and Lupin couldn't help but chuckle softly before forcing himself to read on.
"I sent you a gift, a necklace. It's a magic array tool I made, engraved with positioning magic arrays, energy storage magic arrays, transmission magic arrays, connection magic arrays, and a blocking magic array I recently discovered—...I mainly utilized—"
What followed was a long explanation of the magic circle, which took up almost half a page of the letter.
Lupin glanced at it with a slight headache; he had already given up on learning these things.
"Therefore, this necklace has many functions. It can block any spell, and it can also tell me your location. Isn't that safe? It can also transmit information. However, the necklace is really too small."
"It seems a bit difficult to simply transmit information, so it can change color by injecting magic."
"If there is any danger, please inject magic power and it will turn red. Also, if it blocks the magic circle from being triggered, it will automatically change color."
"I've heard that the work Dumbledore has assigned you is very dangerous! Please be careful, Mr. Lupin!"
"Let me know if anything else happens!"
"And—and more! The rest of the message is on the back ↓!" The letter seemed to be running out of space, so Lupin shook his head, both amused and exasperated, and flipped the letter over.
"Christmas is just around the corner, and I wish you a Merry Christmas again, Mr. Lupin!"
"Your friend (in bold): Loira Hamilton."
Lupin smiled gently, then slowly put the letter away, not expecting that his oversight would make Miss Hamilton a little uneasy.
It seemed that Headmaster Dumbledore had forgotten to tell Miss Hamilton about his situation. Lupin shrugged and stepped out of the tent.
Looking at the dense forest outside and the somewhat dilapidated ruins in front of him, he nodded slightly.
So let's explore this place completely during the Christmas season and then go back to Hogwarts to visit Miss Hamilton before the New Year.
Although she seems to be doing quite well?