RNP Chapter 226 Strange Things
Chapter 226 Strange Things
Chapter 226 Strange Things
Loila never imagined that she would be summoned to the headmaster's office by Dumbledore because of such a strange thing.
One of us is a member of the world's most dangerous and ambitious organization, and the other is the world's most despicable and wicked villain.
However, they ended up meeting in the principal's office because of something like a third-grade student being injured by a unicorn.
Hmm————
Well, actually, the things we talked about in the previous conversations weren't exactly serious either—because as soon as Roy followed Hagrid into the headmaster's office, he saw the wizard chess set on the table.
Wait a minute—this Wizard's Chess set looks like it was just used—Dumbledore, you didn't play chess with someone else, did you?
You despicable bastard—I'm clearly your opponent!
"Good afternoon, Miss Hamilton—"
"Uh!" Startled by Dumbledore's call, Loira snapped out of her reverie. She shuddered and said, "Good afternoon, Dumbledore!"
"Hagrid has already told you everything, right?"
"Hmm—" Loira nodded slightly at Dumbledore's expressionless face. She was truly at a loss for words. Should she praise Mr. Malfoy for his courage as her student, or for his recklessness? Or should she comfort the unicorn—
"So Hagrid must have told you about the unicorn's impending trial, right?"
"Hmm————" Loila nodded again. Of course, she didn't want the unicorn to be judged—after all, the unicorn had helped her many times—and Luna liked it very much too.
Loila herself actually liked it quite a bit; after all, how could anyone not like such a beautiful animal as a unicorn?
"Headmaster Dumbledore, you won't let this happen, will you?" Hagrid said, his face full of worry. "That's a unicorn!"
"And the unicorn did nothing wrong—it's all that Malfoy guy's fault—"
"Hagrid!" Dumbledore coughed lightly, reminding him, "Mr. Malfoy is a student of Hogwarts. As the Keeper of the Forbidden Forest and a professor, you should be mindful of protecting the students' safety."
"I'm sorry—" Hagrid immediately lowered his head and began to apologize after being spoken to by Dumbledore.
Hey! Dumbledore, this is my friend! How dare you criticize my friend in front of me!
Loila pursed her lips and whispered, "Then—is there any way to avoid—avoiding the judgment of the unicorn?"
"Hmm—" Dumbledore paused for a few seconds, then said, "Mr. Draco Malfoy's father, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, already knows about this."
"As a member of the Board of Governors, he has every right to convene a meeting to persuade the other members," Dumbledore said slowly. "In addition, he can report to the Ministry of Magic and request that they try the unicorn."
Trial of the unicorn?
Upon hearing this somewhat unfamiliar term, Roy raised an eyebrow—"Is the Ministry of Magic really this bored? Voldemort and all that stuff are still alive, aren't they? Why aren't you dealing with his problems and instead wasting your time on a unicorn?"
Indeed, the Ministry of Magic is the biggest obstacle to the development of wizarding.
"This is terrible!" Hagrid couldn't help but argue. "The unicorn was just trying to protect itself—what did it do wrong?"
"On the contrary, it's Malfoy—"
"Calm down, Hagrid," Dumbledore coughed again. "This matter requires careful consideration."
"So Hagrid, you should go back and rest for a bit—and prepare for your lessons while you're at it."
"I remember you had class this afternoon, didn't you?"
"Miss Hamilton and I will handle this matter."
"Um?"
Even if you just rambled on and on, didn't you mention other people besides yourself in your statement?
Although Royla didn't want the unicorn to get hurt, it was still very uncomfortable to hear those words coming from Dumbledore's mouth!
Don't you know the situation at Hogwarts is very tense right now? I'm also facing Miss Hero, who suspects me of being a traitor—if she heard what you just said, she'd definitely really think I'm a traitor!
And she hasn't replied to my letter yet—so I have no idea what Miss Shiloh is thinking of doing right now!
"But—but what should we do?" After a long silence, Loila asked slowly.
She doesn't know anyone from either the Ministry of Magic or the Board of Governors—what should she do?
"There's no need to worry too much about this," Dumbledore said again, offering Hagrid words of comfort, and then smiled at Royla.
"What kind of riddle are you spouting now?" Roy looked at Dumbledore speechlessly. She wanted to glare at him to make him understand that she was very unhappy, but as soon as she looked up and saw his eyes, Roy was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head.
Dumbledore gave a slight smile, then casually opened the drawer in the headmaster's office and took out a few honey tsuna.
"Would you like some candy?"
"Um----"
Of course I'll eat it! I'm going to eat all your candy! That way, you old man won't be laughing anymore, will you?
Loila grabbed the candies and stuffed them all into her mouth at once, resulting in her face being so full that she couldn't speak for a moment.
Looking at her, Dumbledore maintained his smile and slowly said, "How have you been feeling this past month?"
"Waaaaah, waaaaah."
"Ah—it feels great, doesn't it?" Dumbledore nodded gently. "After all, Miss Hamilton, your course has become the most popular course at Hogwarts these days."
"By the way, you are one of them too."
"Ugh!" Loila had finally managed to swallow all the candy, but then she heard Dumbledore say those words. She choked for a moment and immediately started coughing violently.
Seeing her cough violently, Dumbledore's smile deepened: "I also heard from the Ministry of Magic about your patent application."
"Ah—" Loila paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "That was—that was made by Mr. Peterson."
"Oh—family?" Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "Have you gone back to see them?"
"Not yet—not yet." Loila shook her head, fiddling with her sleeve. Returning to the Hamilton family was still a bit too much for her.
"I see." Dumbledore shrugged meaningfully, then slowly said, "Does a place you've never been back to really count as home?"
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Do you think it's because I don't want to go back?
Ah—it seems that really is true—but going back really takes courage—it won't just be one stranger, but a whole bunch of strangers—a whole bunch of strangers with the same surname as me—strangers with the same surname.
Seeing Loila's silence, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up a honey tart. As he slowly peeled it open, he said gently, "Miss Hamilton—have you spoken with Professor Rozier recently?"
"Hmm!"