RNP Chapter 289 There's something dirty!
Chapter 289 There's something dirty!
Chapter 289 There's something dirty!
"Mr. Potter, please come with me for a moment."
The match had just ended, and Loila had just pulled the two of them out when she heard Miss Shiloh's voice. She had somehow appeared at the edge of the arena and nodded to Harry.
Incidentally, she also glanced at Loila with those cold eyes—
I didn't do anything!
Loila quickly lowered her head to avoid her gaze, but even so, after a moment of hesitation, Shiloh said, "Miss Hamilton, come with me for a moment too."
His tone was much colder than when he called Harry.
"Huh?" Why did you call me too?! Loila was instinctively a little scared, but after thinking about it carefully—
—Aren't Miss Hilo and I on the same side?
What am I afraid of?
So Loila pursed her lips, nodded slightly, and followed behind Harry. It just so happened that she wasn't the referee for the next match. It was just that using her break time like this was a bit of a waste of her lifespan.
The three of them walked into the Quidditch stadium's players' lounge, where there was no one else but the three of them.
Why were we called here? — Loila still had some guesses about why Mr. Potter was called here.
It must be because of Mr. Potter's behavior just now—he's a wizard, yet he chose to use his fists or something—Loila looked down at his hands slightly.
There was even Mr. Gower's blood on her hands—Loila couldn't help but shake her head and turn her face away; it was a bit too bloody.
So don't blame Miss Shiloh for criticizing you—don't worry, I'll pretend I didn't see anything when she criticizes you. I'll just ignore her and won't laugh out loud or anything.
"Mr. Potter—" After the three of them stopped, Shiloh coughed and spoke softly, "Your performance just now—"
"Sorry, Professor." Harry scratched his head honestly, "I just—"
"Why should I apologize?" Shiloh paused, her purple eyes darting around. "You did a great job just now."
"Huh?" Not only Harry, but Loila's lips twitched involuntarily.
"You may not be qualified as a wizard because you have lost your wand."
"But you're a very qualified fighter," Hilo nodded and said. "Even without a wand, you can't give up the fight. Everything around you, including your own body, is a tool for battle."
"You did a great job."
what----
Why did I have the misconception that Miss Shiloh would scold Mr. Potter? She had just taken off her boots to throw at Peterson—
Loila recalled her behavior that day, and then couldn't help but look down at her boots—yes, they were the same boots from that day.
I don't know if they're still white socks —
"Professor Hamilton!"
"Ugh!" Loila shuddered and quickly raised her head, but when she saw Shiloh's cold eyes, she was so frightened that she lowered her head again.
"What were you doing just now!" Miss Shiloh said in a very displeased tone. "Two students were fighting each other in the dueling tournament—and you didn't even try to stop them?"
"Professor Rozier—" Harry seemed to want to say something, but Shiloh immediately turned to look at him.
Those cold, purple eyes made him immediately shut his mouth.
"————" Shiloh shook her head and took a deep breath: "Miss Hamilton, as a professor at Hogwarts, you are sometimes really not very competent."
She squinted slightly and asked, "Can you tell me what you were thinking before?"
"————" Loila was startled by her sudden outburst of anger, shrinking back in place without daring to say a word, only silently lowering her head.
Harry was startled by her appearance: "Professor Hamilton—I don't think Professor Rozier meant any harm—"
He thought Professor Hamilton might get angry—it would be terrible if they started fighting!
Harry's words made Shiloh's lips twitch, but she immediately pursed her lips to calm the smile that had just appeared on her face: "Mr. Potter, this has nothing to do with you."
"Please leave," she said with a cold snort. "Don't get too cocky."
"This is a matter between professors."
"——————" Harry pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and stomped his foot as if he was quite angry at Heero's words and left.
Only after he walked away did Shiloh let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Miss Hamilton." Her tone was still indifferent, but much gentler.
"Please don't blame me for my behavior just now."
"Huh?" Startled, Loila finally looked up at her.
What does Miss Shiloh's seemingly sudden change in attitude mean?
Loila stood there, a little confused. Seeing her dazed expression, Hilo shook his head and reached out to pat her on the head.
Then, as she clutched her head in pain, she lowered her voice and said, "This is Hogwarts—everything we say and do will be heard by him."
"So—for your mission, we have to act like we don't get along," she said softly. "Do you understand?"
"But—" Loila asked, seemingly understanding but not quite, "Won't Miss Shiloh be misunderstood?"
"I don't care," Shiloh said, looking up. "For the greater good, I don't care what I lose." She then looked at Loila and said, "I hope you feel the same way."
"Miss Hamilton."
"Hmm!"
I suddenly feel so much pressure—but Miss Shiro is really amazing—she thought of all this for Lord Grindelwald—and she seems so full of fighting spirit!
Loila felt her head no longer hurt.
"But I'm really not good at these things," Shiloh sighed and shook her head. "So sometimes I might go too far with my words."
"Do you get me?"
"I—I won't take it to heart," Loila quickly nodded and said, "It's all for—"
For the sake of the adults—”
"Hmm." Shiloh nodded gently. "That's all for now—spending too much time together will also make him—"
"Wait." She suddenly realized something and swiftly pulled out her wand.
"Freeze them all!"
"Buzz!"
With a flick of his wand, the entire lounge was enveloped in a spell.
What's wrong?
Loila stood frozen, wand in hand, watching as Miss Hilo slowly walked to the table and bent down.
"Clatter".
She pulled a patterned beetle from under the table.
"It's eavesdropping."
"Um?"
Is a beetle eavesdropping?
Loila watched as Miss Hilo carefully placed it on the table and then pointed her wand at it.
Miss Hilo, are you being so cautious? Even a beetle couldn't possibly live to overhear our conversation?
Loila was startled by Shiloh's appearance, but then she couldn't help but admire her.
See that? That's professionalism! That's how amazing our UMNO members are! How about it? Want to join?
"This isn't a beetle." Seemingly realizing what Loira was thinking, Shiloh coughed and said, "This is an Animagus."
"Um?"
Under Loila's gaze, Hilo slowly said, "If you don't revert to your original form, I'm going to kill you as a real beetle."
"I believe that even in Britain, killing an animal with a Killing Curse wouldn't be a problem, right?"
Hilo slowly aimed his wand at the beetle and said, "Avada Kedavra—"
"No—don't do it!" The beetle suddenly transformed in Loila's shocked eyes, turning into a woman with glasses and curly hair.
A woman who looked a little chubby and had a mournful face.
She looks rather pitiful—she's being forced to lie face down on the table by Miss Hilo's wand.
"Heh." Upon seeing this person, Hilo almost immediately let out a cold laugh.
"Oh, it's Miss Rita Skeeter," she said slowly. "Is this why your news content is always so private?"
Rita Skeeter?
After thinking for a few seconds, Loila's eyes widened. Wasn't this the unscrupulous reporter who had reported on her?
Is it too late for us to treat it like a beetle and use the Killing Curse on it?
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