RNP Chapter 262 Christmas in Nurmengard
Chapter 262 Christmas in Nurmengard
Chapter 262 Christmas in Nurmengard
It was early morning again, and a few rays of sunlight fell from the mountains. Although they couldn't melt the thick snow outside the window, they were enough to make people feel a little warm.
This is especially true of castles like Nurmengard, which are nestled in the mountains.
On the second-floor terrace, Vida Rozier, dressed in a black and purple gown, stood thoughtfully gazing at the castle garden below.
There were UMNO members coming and going, intently decorating the courtyard of Nurmengard.
Tonight is Christmas Eve. After a year of hard work, everyone needs to relax.
However—Vida suddenly thought of someone who might not need much rest.
Or rather, she had rested enough.
It's even a bit too much —
The moment Vida thought of that person's name, he subconsciously began to wonder how long it had been since he last saw her. Was it a week? Two weeks? Or perhaps—was she still alive?
"Ms. Rozier." At that moment, a voice rang in his ears, and Vida turned his head slightly to look at the member of the scholastic party.
"This afternoon, the German Minister of Magic, Mr. Helmut, will be coming—is it you or Lord Grindelwald—"
"Mr. Helmut is Lord Grindelwald's most loyal follower, and also one of our most important fellow countrymen—Lord Grindelwald has decided to personally welcome him." Vida paused, then added, "Don't ask me about such things again."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Rozier." Seeing the UMNO member bow his head, Vida sighed softly and then smiled. "There's no need for that."
"Tomorrow is Christmas—go and check on how the gift preparations are going."
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"Rest after you've watched it."
"But what about Ms. Rozier's arrangements for the party—"
"Leave this to me," Vida said slowly. "Or are you worried?"
"That's not what I meant, Ms. Rozier!" Vida smiled gently as she watched the UMNO member turn away hastily.
Christmas—how many Christmases will I be spending in Nurmengard this time? Perhaps I've lost count—
But no matter what, I don't want this to be the last one.
Shaking her head to cast aside her worries, Vida walked gracefully into the castle.
The castle was filled with a festive atmosphere, with red decorations hanging from the ceiling and huge pine trees magically moved into the corridors.
But no matter what those wizards were busy with at that moment, they would all bow slightly in respect when they saw Vida.
Vida would also respond to them with a smile, which was rare for him.
She walked through the castle's corridors and soon came to the door of a room that was mostly empty and undecorated.
Looking at the names of the occupants of the room hanging on the door, Vida Rozier sighed softly.
"Bang bang bang".
She gently reached out and knocked on the door.
"Clatter—bang! Clang!"
An annoying sound came from inside the door—Vida took a deep breath and said, "Miss Hamilton—please open the door."
After she spoke, the room fell silent for a moment, followed by a series of footsteps.
"Clatter".
The door was opened, but only a crack.
Through the gap, a girl with messy hair, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, peeked out.
"Ms. Vida—"
"Good morning, Miss Hamilton." Vida twitched her nose slightly, catching a whiff of something she couldn't quite place.
"What were you doing in the room?"
"N-nothing." Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Miss Hamilton shuddered and quickly shook her head.
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There's nothing there, absolutely nothing!
"Are you experimenting with some disgusting stuff again?" Vida pursed her lips and pulled open the door. As she moved, a suffocating smell entered her nose, almost making her faint.
"It's not disgusting—disgusting stuff—" Miss Hamilton took a few steps back and blocked the object lying on the floor of the messy room.
"It's—it's the troll's tear gland—that I used to make—"
"hurricane!"
Vida didn't waste any words with her. She raised her wand and flicked it, a gust of wind swept through the room, and then she slammed open the window, blowing the nauseating smell out.
"call----"
Vida felt as if she had finally come back to life—as she breathed in a little fresh air, her eyes grew colder and colder.
"Miss Hamilton, perhaps I should call you Miss Rice Worm!"
"Hmm!"
"You haven't left your room for weeks?"
"When I stood at the door and smelled that nauseating odor, I thought you were dead!"
"And that's the stench of your disgusting Veela corpses!" Vida said, poking Miss Hamilton's forehead with his finger, causing her to cover her head and take several steps back.
Vida then looked around the room again, and continued through gritted teeth, "I don't object to you conducting experiments in the room, but why can't you clean the room properly?"
"Are you a wizard or a pig?"
"Or are you just a freeloader?"
"I should call you Miss Rice Worm, not your surname!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"What's the use of apologizing?" Vida was annoyed by the sight of her shrinking back. She reached out and grabbed Miss Hamilton's pointed ear, lifting it up.
"Ouch! That hurts! No—don't pull my ear!"
"You shouldn't just have your ears pulled, you should even use the Cruciatus Curse!" Vida released his grip and wiped his hands on the hem of his robe, looking at the girl who was covering her ears with teary eyes, and said, "I order you to clean your room before tonight."
"Then take a shower and change your clothes."
"Why—why?"
"You dare ask why?" Vida immediately raised his hand to grab Miss Hamilton's ear again, startling her so much that she quickly covered her ears and said, "I know! I know!"
"I will definitely clean—I will definitely take a shower—I will definitely—I will definitely change my clothes!"
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"Are these things really that difficult for you, Miss Rice Worm?" Vida sighed. "Or are you just that obsessed with magic circles?"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Vida, but the magic circle is indeed—" Seeing that she seemed about to explain the magic circle to her, Vida pursed her lips and shook her head: "I didn't come here to listen to you talk about magic circles."
"I just came to see if you were dead."
"Ah—yes—no—"
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After a few seconds of silence, Vida turned his attention to the other things in the room.
"Miss Hamilton, do you have anything suitable to wear?" she said, pausing for a moment. "Wearing such a robe is rather inappropriate."
"No—no—"
Looking at the girl with her head down, Vida sighed: "Never mind—I'll have someone send a robe over—"
"Don't get it dirty—"
As she spoke, she walked to the door of the room, but then seemed to remember something and stopped.
"You absolutely must attend the dinner tonight."
"Because tonight is Christmas Eve," she said, winking. "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Understand—clearly—"
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Upon hearing the answer, Vida nodded slightly, then walked out of the room, leaving behind a faint, almost inaudible sound.
Merry Christmas, Ms. Vida!
The girl pursed her lips, unsure if she had heard her.
The woman walking down the corridor shook her head helplessly.
"Who says 'Merry Christmas' on Christmas Eve? What a fool!"