RNP Chapter 309 Medical Room
Chapter 309 Medical Room
Chapter 309 Medical Room
"Good morning, Professor Rosier." Dumbledore's words were tinged with a smile, but his face remained expressionless as he simply looked at Heero.
"Good morning." Shiloh raised an eyebrow, then turned her gaze to Peterson, the Muggle Studies professor who gritted her teeth and raised her wand. "Aren't you going to arrest her yet, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
"She's the murderer who tried to kill my cousin, and there's solid evidence against her."
"What evidence do I have?" Shiloh said coldly. "Is this really not something you've just imagined?"
"Ha." Peterson sneered. "Mr. Potter and Miss Lovegood have already found evidence in your office."
"Mr. Potter and Miss Lovegood?" Shiloh's face showed surprise—putting aside why they wanted to come into his office—there wasn't much in his office.
Hilo wasn't stupid enough to keep anything related to the Malays in her office. Her office was completely empty; she even kept Lord Grindelwald's Chocolate Frog card close to her body.
But he said he found evidence—could it be some kind of low-level frame-up again?
"Yes, Headmistress Dumbledore, we found this letter in her office." Harry, who appeared out of nowhere, handed a letter to Dumbledore.
He seemed to have been following behind, but Shiloh hadn't seen him.
Dumbledore didn't open the letter, but casually put it away and nodded: "So, Professor Rozier, do you have anything to say?"
"I have nothing to say." Shiloh pursed her lips in annoyance. "Unless I'm an idiot, I wouldn't do something like trying to kill Miss Hamilton at the same time and protecting her."
As she spoke, she looked at Peterson, her purple eyes carrying a hint of coldness.
I was initially mindful that he was Miss Hamilton's relative, but now it seems there's no need for such a relative to exist—he looks so refined, but his actions are truly despicable.
Seeing Dumbledore there, Heero didn't bother with any more words. She snorted and walked straight past the three of them.
"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Peterson's lips twitched as he looked at Dumbledore, and Harry followed suit.
"If you truly doubt Professor Rozier, then please speak with Miss Granger," Dumbledore said slowly.
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Peterson was silent for a few seconds, then frowned and glanced at Loila lying on the bed before quickly leaving.
As he walked, he said, "I'll make her pay."
As he left, Harry looked at Dumbledore, somewhat bewildered.
"Headmaster Dumbledore—is something not quite as we imagined?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then put his hand on Harry's shoulder: "Harry—sometimes relationships between people are far more complicated than you imagine. There is no love or hate between people without a reason."
"But hate is always more secretive than love, and love is always more deceptive than hate."
Harry looked at Dumbledore, somewhat bewildered. Dumbledore didn't explain further, but simply nodded slightly and said, "Go and talk to your friends."
"Perhaps they know more?"
The farce at the school hospital came to an end, and news of Miss Hamilton's coma spread like wildfire. The attack on Professor Hamilton suddenly became a public topic at Hogwarts.
However, this topic was just that—a topic—and could only circulate within Hogwarts. For Lupin, who was far away in Germany, these things seemed rather superficial.
He was especially happy today, for no other reason than that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.
Southern Germany is no small place, and finding a possible hiding spot there is especially difficult, particularly when the outcome is uncertain.
But Lupin is a wizard, isn't he? With the help of spells, he has almost pinpointed the location of that place.
He walked carefully through the woods, where the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet and peaceful, as if no one had been there for a long time. Spring had not yet returned, but the snow had already melted.
Lupin's boots trod on the green ground, occasionally stepping over streams.
There's actually a small lake here? Lupin was quite surprised to discover the small lake in the forest, and he subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
I wonder how Roy is doing — Lupin received her letter, but he didn’t see anything wrong in it — but Lupin had a subconscious feeling that something was wrong.
Or rather, I had a bad feeling—thankfully, I wasn't some kind of prophet, otherwise Loila might be in serious trouble.
Lupin shrugged and made a mental joke—he had to admit that the past few months of travel had made him feel much more relaxed, walking through Muggle communities and sometimes venturing into those secluded wizard taverns.
Lupin has seen a lot in the past few months, many of which he had never seen before. After all, he used to have to learn to hide because of his identity, and he had never been as relaxed as he is now.
I'm working too, aren't I?
Although he was working for his friend, Lupin shook his head slightly, reached out and gently scooped up a handful of spring water, taking a sip.
It was a bit cold, but it also made him more awake.
Next should be the place that Luo Yili is looking forward to, right?
Lupin smiled slightly and continued walking forward, wondering if Mr. PH was really still there—or if, as Loira had said, he was her relative.
Regardless of the outcome, Lupin was somewhat expectant, not because he was interested in the magic circle, but because he was happy that Loila would finally get a result.
But is this result really something to be happy about?
Lupin didn't know either.
As he reached out and parted the bushes in front of him once more, he seemed to have reached the edge of the forest.
This was an exceptionally vast plain, with newly sprouted grass stretching from Lupin's feet all the way into the distance, and not far away, he saw a house.
It was a house that wasn't too big, but big enough for several people to live in. Although it couldn't compare to the homes of pure-blood wizards he had seen before, it was still much bigger than the homes of ordinary wizards.
Even in early spring, there were still blooming flowers all around the house. They were blue, flowers that Lupin had never seen before, but they were very beautiful.
This looks like it should be the place, right?
Lupin walked slowly toward the house, then carefully pushed open the garden gate. His boots trod on the brick path, then lightly stepped onto the porch leading to the room.
He pondered for a few seconds, then gently raised his hand.
"Pat, pat."
The door opened, but the next second he saw a magic wand pointing at him.