RNP Chapter 247 The Exciting Night at Hogwarts
Chapter 247 The Exciting Night at Hogwarts
Chapter 247 The Exciting Moments at Hogwarts Late at Night (Part 1)
So, could Peterson Hamilton be Mr. PH?
It has to be said, there is such a possibility—look, doesn't his name match PH perfectly?
And then—and then it seems like nothing happened at all.
But what if?
Even after returning to Hogwarts, Loila was still thinking about this question, even after sitting down at her desk.
Although Peterson and Mr. P.P. seem to have no connection whatsoever, and Mr. Lupin said he was joking—but what if it were true? Right?
If the Mr. PH I've been searching for is actually Peterson, wouldn't I be able to save myself a lot of trouble?
Simply demonstrating my older cousin's authority as an elder will reveal the method for creating the magic circle, and also the sequel to the story —
Loila became increasingly restless as she thought about it. She decided to go and ask herself—if it wasn't true, she could just pretend it was a joke.
Loila nodded to herself, then got up and left the office amidst Nagini's surprised gaze.
"Loila? It's past midnight!"
Miss Nagini's call did not reach Loila's ears; she walked alone through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, lost in thought.
"Pat-pat-pat".
The long, drawn-out footsteps echoed far down the dark corridor, creating a slightly unsettling, ethereal sound throughout the castle.
But none of this seemed to concern Loila. She had already begun to think about how she should demonstrate her authority as an elder if Peterson really was Mr. PH—maybe she should take him to Hogsmeade to buy things too?
This is the best way to show an elder's composure—but it seems that most of my money comes from him—wait, if I live off the money of the younger generation, I'm already a mature elder!
Then we should just shamelessly ask Peterson for it!
With this thought in mind, Luo Yili felt much more relaxed after resolving her inner turmoil, and then began to observe her surroundings.
Hey?
Where is this place?
Why am I in a dark hallway—wasn't Halloween over? Why aren't the lights on? And where am I? Wasn't I supposed to be looking for Peterson?
Loila panicked a little, not because of the darkness, but because she felt she was lost again—she couldn't rely solely on her memory to determine her location based on her surroundings.
She constructs her position in her mind from her own starting point.
In short, Loira got lost again, and this time, even after working at Hogwarts for a year.
"Pat-pat—pat-pat." At this moment, a series of footsteps came, and Loila felt a surge of joy. With the Night Patrol Professor's words, she should be able to know where she was, right?
But it's just a little... a little embarrassing...
Telling others that you're actually lost is not important; finding Peterson is something more important.
Loila pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and prepared herself to ask the professor as soon as he turned the corner.
The footsteps were light and not heavy, and as she approached, Loila saw a faint glow from a lantern.
He really is a professor, that's great!
Loila smiled, then suddenly blurted out, "That—"
"Disarm you!"
"Buzz!"
The response to Loila was not a warm word, but a silver spell.
Fortunately, she often encountered such sudden spells while in Durmstrang, so she instinctively ducked and dodged the spell.
In the instant she dodged the curse, she reflexively drew her wand.
For a moment, in the dark corridors of Hogwarts, the tips of two wands faced each other.
"Oh."
A familiar, cold laugh echoed through the night, causing Loila, who was holding her wand, to instinctively shudder.
"XiXiXiXiLuo—Miss XiLuo?"
"Good evening, Miss Hamilton, you sneaky fellow." Shiloh pointed her wand at Loila, her cold face filled with disgust.
Sure enough, her initial thought that Miss Hilo might believe her was a misconception—with the wand pointed at her, Loila didn't dare put it down.
So the two of them stood facing each other in the dead of night at Hogwarts, pointing their wands at each other.
"I never expected to make such a discovery during my night patrol." She clicked her tongue and raised her lantern.
"Why are you wandering around here so late instead of resting?" Heero paused, then continued, "Are you busy with that disgusting chore Dumbledore gave you?"
"No—no—and don't—don't say that—" Royla stammered, trying to remind Heero that the corridors of Hogwarts were full of talking oil paintings, and these paintings could tell Dumbledore what was happening!
"Heh." Shiloh sneered again at her stammering, saying, "Stuttering, so timid—are you Dumbledore's little dog?"
"Hmm!"
Loila's body trembled violently, even her pointed ears quivered in the light of the lantern.
Seeing her expression, as if she'd been right, Shiloh raised an eyebrow and said coldly, "As expected—you've always been Dumbledore's—"
He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!
"Buzz!"
A red spell struck from behind Loila and then hurtled straight towards Shiloh.
"Bang!"
With a flick of her staff, Hilo deflected the spell to the side, then with a flick of her arm, she pushed Loila aside.
"Disarm you!"
She tapped the tip of her staff, sending a silver spell swirling through the corridor into the darkness. Then she pointed the tip of her staff at the armor rack in the Hogwarts corridor.
With a series of crackling sounds, the armor transformed into metal chains that shot straight toward the spellcaster in the darkness.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
Seemingly drawn closer by the iron connection, the spellcaster in the darkness unleashed a blasting spell, blasting a huge hole in the entire corridor to Loila's astonishment.
As the large hole appeared, a beam of moonlight shone through it, allowing the three of them to see what was in the corridor.
Seeing that Miss Shiloh was alright, Loila breathed a sigh of relief—"As expected of a member of our Wushi Party!" Shiloh's purple eyes simply stared coldly at the other end of the corridor: "Hamilton is like a swarm of flies—always appearing in clusters."
You just called me a freeloader before — wait, Loila looked to the other side as if she realized something.
It turned out that the other person was Peterson—who was in a much worse situation. His robes had several holes, seemingly from when he had just cast a blast spell at close range, but even so, he still pointed his wand at Hilo.
Hearing Shiloh's words, he gritted his teeth and said, "Cousin, don't be afraid, I will save you."
"Um?"
Loila, leaning against the corner, twitched her lips—Will you save me?
I don't think I have that either.
"Do you have that ability?"
Miss Hilo, please don't suddenly answer on your own!
What should I do? It seems—it seems the situation has become very complicated! And if Dumbledore finds out, will he make me pay for it?
This has nothing to do with me — wait, wait, the most important thing right now is to stop them from fighting —
Loila pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then gently waved the wand beneath her robes.
"Pop!"
A silver light pointed at Hilo, and before she could react, she lost her wand.
On the other side, Peterson smiled and said, "Surrender, Rozier—*smack*!"
His wand was also taken by Loila.
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Seeing the two who had both lost their wands and were now staring at her with strange looks, Loira breathed a soft sigh of relief—she had stopped their fight, after all.
No matter what Dumbledore says, you can't blame it on me, right?