RNP Chapter 223 Strange Things Happen One After Another
Chapter 223 Strange Things Happen One After Another
Chapter 223 Strange Things Happen One After Another
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Loila sat in her office, her cheeks puffed out. On her desk sat a small bag of Galleons; she'd just counted them—about three hundred or so.
He clearly received 300 Galleons, but Roy was not happy at all—damn Dumbledore!
He'd mocked him again—did he have nothing better to do all day? Voldemort and the like hadn't even been killed yet, and instead of investigating Voldemort, he was just sitting here all day—
He bullied me here—and then recruited Miss Heero to Hogwarts—what is he trying to do?!
Loila sighed, suppressing the urge to rush to the principal's office to confront him, and then casually opened her magic array notebook.
Although she has to attend classes and keep an eye on Miss Shiloh lately, Loila hasn't been idle. She's been working hard to compile a real textbook.
Mr. Lovegood recently sent a letter to Loila about the textbook. Indeed, if we really want to promote magic array studies, a proper textbook is indispensable.
Loila didn't want her students to rely on the only two books on magic arrays available on the market for their lessons.
One is Mr. Lockhart's book, and the other is Royla's own report —
Isn't that a bit too strange?
This isn't the Ministry of Magic; everyone's carrying newspapers or something.
Loila shook her head, biting the end of the quill, and then turned her attention back to writing the textbook. However, after writing a few words, she sighed again.
The reason was simple: she was thinking about Miss Hilo again—what should she do?
Logically, as a fellow member of the Mughal Party, I should have spoken with Miss Heero to become allies, then infiltrated the Headmaster's office and killed Dumbledore.
However—but this is extremely difficult to do at Hogwarts—Loy already knows that the paintings hanging in the Hogwarts corridors are like Dumbledore's eyes.
They'll tell Dumbledore everything they see—so discussing anything about the Mughal Party in the Hogwarts corridors is practically suicide.
So the only option is to invite Miss Shiloh to her office or something similar—but—this raises a new problem.
How should I invite her? — Miss Heero has undoubtedly been suspected by Dumbledore!
Loira vividly remembered Dumbledore's words at that opening banquet—Dumbledore wasn't a fool; although he was wicked to the core, he was also very cunning.
It would be very dangerous if he were to invite Miss Shilo rashly—and—the thought of Miss Shilo made Luo Yi feel a subconscious sense of fear.
She—she's Rozier!
If it were Lady Vida, even if I hadn't betrayed Lord Grindelwald—wouldn't she have killed me anyway?
After all, I wasted so much time —
And—how should I prove that I haven't betrayed the Grindelwalds?—This seems—this seems like a problem.—Loira's last meeting with Lord Grindelwald was just a face-to-face talk.
She didn't get anything to prove herself, which meant that she could only explain verbally that she hadn't betrayed Lord Grindelwald.
This is what Roy is least good at—but shouldn't he explain it more clearly?
Loila pursed her lips as she thought about this, gently waved her wand to summon a piece of paper, and after thinking for a few seconds, she picked up a quill and began to write on it.
Since he couldn't speak to Miss Shiloh in person, he decided to write a letter instead—Loy believed that his sincere and earnest words would make Miss Shiloh understand that he was not a traitor.
Of course—it would be even better if she didn't kill him—but Roy felt that was difficult—after all, he had still wasted fifty years of his life.
"Ugh————"
This is really frustrating!
"Bang bang bang".
"Hmm!"
Just seconds after writing the words, Loila heard a knock on the door, which startled her so much that she quickly stuffed the letter into her sleeve.
Why—why is someone here at this hour?!
"Cousin, it's me, Peterson."
That was Peterson's voice—he stood in the doorway and said, "The matter of the patent has been settled with the Ministry of Magic."
"Ah————" Upon hearing this, Loila took a deep breath, then straightened her clothes and walked to the door.
Pulling open the door a crack, I saw Peterson smiling, wearing his gold-rimmed glasses and holding a sheepskin bag in his hand.
"Good afternoon, cousin." He greeted her quite politely.
"Good afternoon." Loila nodded gently.
"May I come inside and talk?" Peterson asked, lowering his voice. "Perhaps this shouldn't be discussed outside—"
"Ah—sorry—" Loila realized what was happening and turned her head slightly to look at the room—good, the room is very tidy today—Peterson should be able to come in.
So she opened the door and watched Peterson walk in.
"Cousin, the Ministry of Magic's documents are all here. Would you like to take a look?" he said, placing the parchment bag on the table.
"In addition, here are some gifts from the Ministry of Magic for you."
"A gift?" Loila's eyes lit up when she heard the word. This was much more interesting than any messy documents.
"Hmm." Peterson nodded, recalling the event, and said, "Several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic hope you'll work there later, so they probably want to cultivate a good relationship with you, right?"
"Ah—" Loila pulled her hand back after picking up the gift—working for the Ministry of Magic was absolutely out of the question!
I am a proud member of the Sorcerer Party—to work for the Ministry of Magic would be blatant betrayal!
Loila quickly shook her head and said, "I—I don't really want to work at the Ministry of Magic."
"So—so these gifts."
"It's alright, cousin," Peterson shrugged. "We can't return the gift anyway, can we?"
"That's very rude of you."
"what?"
"So, cousin, just accept it," Peterson comforted her. "If that's really not possible, the Hamilton family can donate a sum of money to the Ministry of Magic. If that helps your cousin—"
"No, no, no—maybe—let's just forget about it!"
Donating money to the Ministry of Magic is practically aiding the enemy! Besides, Loira still doesn't know who else is in the Hamilton family besides Peterson—how could she, an outsider, possibly let them spend money on her?
"I'd better accept the gift," Loila thought, pursing her lips as she looked at the present.
Could there be bombs or something inside?
Or was it poison?
After all, this was a gift from the Ministry of Magic!