bookbashuk Chapter 410 I am a murderer!
Chapter 410 I am a murderer!
Chapter 410 I am a murderer!
"Here, take this necklace back." Hilo neatly and cleanly took off the necklace.
"No one would return a gift, would they, Miss Hilo?" Loila was startled by the question and quickly waved her hand.
Hilo raised an eyebrow, looking at the necklace in her hand, and slowly said, "Ah—is that so—I've never received a gift before."
"Hmm."
Loila looked at Miss Shiloh and was surprised to find that they looked so alike.
Wait a minute—that doesn't seem to matter. What matters is why Miss Shiloh is unwilling. Hasn't she already killed many people?
"Miss Hilo—why won't you help me?"
"————" Upon hearing this, Shiloh looked at Loira with a surprised expression. She pursed her lips and slowly said, "Would a normal person be willing to do that?"
"I guess... I guess so?" Roy said somewhat embarrassedly, "This is my first time... my first time killing someone... I'm not really sure..."
Why do you look so arrogant?
"No, no!" Loila quickly shook her head. "Miss Shiloh has killed many people—how could I be proud of something like that?"
"Who told you I've killed a lot of people?" Shiloh's lips twitched slightly at her words. "I haven't killed more than that number." She raised one hand.
"Five...five people?"
"There are fifty."
"Huh?"
"Anyway, regarding the murder—if you want me to help you, you must tell me why, and who you want to kill."
Hilo took a sip of coffee to calm herself down.
Thinking about it carefully, although Roy's previous conversations had contained a hint of disregard for life—this seemed to be the first time he had so openly talked about killing someone.
She hadn't chosen to kill Peterson or Lockhart before—but now she suddenly wanted to kill someone—Shiloh coughed and said, "If you're not prepared to tell me—"
"I'm not going to help you."
"Is that so?" Loila nodded slightly upon hearing this. In fact, even if Hilo hadn't asked, she was prepared to tell Miss Hilo about this.
"The person to be killed is Karkarov—Igor Karkarov."
"Kakharov?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow. "You mean the Dean of Durmstrang, right?"
"Um----"
Looking at Loila, who nodded obediently, Shiloh thought for a few seconds and then said, "He's your classmate, right?"
"If I remember correctly—he's two grades ahead of you, right?"
"Yes—yes!" Loila looked at Shiloh in surprise, as if wondering how she knew.
Of course I know—I investigated you thoroughly before I killed you, okay?
Hilo, of course, didn't say those words aloud; even she knew it wouldn't be appropriate. So, she pursed her lips and changed the subject, saying, "Why did you kill him?"
"If it's because of what happened in Durmstrang—aren't you going to kill way too many people?"
Miss Shiloh, that's so rude of you—it makes me feel like I'm very unpopular—okay, I am indeed very unpopular and have been pranked by many people—
Loila pursed her lips, wanting to take a sip of coffee, but after picking up the cup, she carefully put it down and instead chose to pick up the water bottle beside her.
She took a sip of water before continuing, "Because—because of Karkaroff—"
"It killed someone who was very important to me—someone very important."
"Someone very important?" Shiloh asked instinctively. "Is it your family?"
"Oh—sorry."
Don't suddenly apologize on your own, Miss Shiloh!
"Is he/she your friend?" she asked in turn.
"Friends?" Loila bit her lip and remained silent for a few seconds. She didn't know how to answer Miss Shiloh. Were she and Muller really friends?
Although it seems so—but he and I have never clearly defined this relationship—if we're not friends, then what are we?
Are they classmates?
still----
"Is he a boy or a girl?" Seeing Loila's somewhat troubled expression, Shiloh thought for a moment and asked.
"Boy————"
"It's not your boyfriend, is it?!" Shiloh suddenly stared in astonishment at Loila and slammed her hand on the table. Her sudden movement drew the attention of everyone in the coffee shop.
"Ah—no—no—" Suddenly being stared at by everyone, Loila was extremely embarrassed. She lowered her head, blushing, and whispered, "Muller isn't my—what boyfriend—"
"I don't have those feelings for him—" Loila explained, blushing. "I see him the way I see Mr. Lupin—or Miss Nagini—"
Was it Dad?
Hilo's astonished expression slowly faded, returning to her usual indifferent demeanor.
"I understand—" She nodded knowingly and began to think—to be honest, she didn't feel guilty about killing anyone—but the thought of Roy killing someone made her subconsciously feel a little resistant.
"Do you really have to kill him?" Hilo asked slowly, her purple eyes fixed on Loila's eyes, as if hoping to see even the slightest wavering.
If she wavered even slightly, Shiloh would immediately refuse and stop her; killing is not such a simple matter.
"I must—I absolutely must kill him." Loira's eyes showed no wavering; on the contrary, they were filled with emotions that Shilo had never seen in Loira before.
That was killing intent—a deep killing intent—Xi understood this emotion, of course; she had felt it herself—but the person who evoked that emotion was long dead.
"I understand." Heero nodded, then lowered his voice: "Where—what's the security like? Is Dumbledore here? How many Aurors are there at the Ministry of Magic?"
"Huh? Eh?" Loila was stunned as she looked at Shiloh, who had suddenly become so professional.
"What's wrong?" Hilo paused. "Didn't you insist on killing him?"
"In that case, I'll help you this once," she said, coughing. "But only this once—next time, if you want me to help you with something like this, the target can only be Dumbledore."
"Okay—okay—" Loila pursed her lips and smiled. "Thank you so much—Shiloh—Miss Shiloh."
"You are such a gentle person—"
Are you saying this to someone who's going to help you kill someone?
Well—she seems to have always been this kind of person.
Hilo shook his head, steer the conversation back to the main topic: "Anyway—do you have a plan on how to kill him?"
"And how can I help you?"
"Ah—it's very—very simple." Loila nodded, and then told Miss Shiloh the specific plan, along with the new changes that arose due to the content of the second match.
It has to be said that the content of the second match really helped Loila a lot — but the content was really — she looked a little embarrassed as she saw Miss Shiloh, who also looked troubled when she heard the content of the match.
"Dumbledore—are you kidding me?" Shiloh gripped the cup tightly, making it creak.
"And—you mean I need to remotely control someone just like you, by chance—"
She didn't say anything more, which clearly showed her resistance.
"Yes—yes." Loila pursed her lips awkwardly, then glanced at Miss Hilo with a careful look.
"————" She remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.
"Alright—since I've already agreed—then—let's do this—" she said, then seemed to remember something, and lowered her voice again: "Don't tell anyone about this."
"Okay—okay." Loila nodded obediently.