bookbashuk Chapter 258 Deep Thoughts of Each Other
Chapter 258 Deep Thoughts of Each Other
Chapter 258 Deep Thoughts of Each Other
The dueling club session has ended for today. Hilo nodded gently as he watched the students gradually leave.
It must be said that after two months of practice, most of the students can now duel with a respectable flair.
Although there was a slight mishap, it was largely within Shiloh's expectations.
But is the magic array really that powerful? Hilo looked thoughtfully at the empty spot on the platform—wasn't Loila Hamilton's research not so bad after all?
However, it's best to avoid letting them use these items in wizard duels, as relying on external forces all the time can be very troublesome in special situations.
Wait a minute—Shiloh suddenly frowned.
I didn't come here to be a professor! My goal here is clearly to investigate Hamilton—
Although she now—it must be said—if before Shiloh's opinion on Loira's betrayal was 80-90%, now it's probably less than 100%—
She may not have betrayed Lord Grindelwald—or rather, she didn't want to betray Lord Grindelwald.
After all, aside from that, Shiloh really couldn't think of any other reason why she would help him in the principal's office that day.
All she had to do was remain silent. Once Dumbledore produced that so-called magic circle artifact, not only would she herself be in danger, but even the Sorcerer Party behind her would be in peril.
But she clearly stopped Dumbledore—she even said I was her friend or something—
friend?
Hilo had never had any friends before, nor did she need any—after all, she was a member of the Basilisk Party and the proud Rozier.
All she needs is her magic wand and the ice in her office—
But having friends in the family seems like a good idea, doesn't it?
No—don't let these inexplicable emotions cloud your judgment; this might just be part of her strategy.
—It's for my own—
Well, thinking about it that way, Shiloh doesn't even know what the value of this tactic is.
It couldn't be that she was in a particularly good mood that day, could it?
Hilo shook his head and waved his wand as he tidied up the various facilities in the Quidditch pitch.
She had already written to Aunt Vida about what had happened and received a reply a few days ago.
The Rozier family's attitude toward the three arrested François was to let things unfold as they pleased, given that their actions were not only reckless but also extremely dangerous.
It was a consensus among almost every member of the Rozier family that this matter must not be associated with the UMNO party or Lord Grindelwald.
Even so, Aunt Vida said in the letter that they would try to extradite François and the other two back to a French prison.
After all, places like Azkaban were far too cruel—
Shiloh shook her head, putting the matter out of her mind; she should focus her attention on Loila Hamilton now.
Hmm—the robe she's wearing today is a little different from the one she wore before; it seems to have some gold patterns on it—besides that, is she here to watch Miss Lovegood's competition today?
The two of them really did have a good relationship—thinking this through, Shiloh nodded slightly.
Perhaps it wouldn't be impossible to learn about Loyla Hamilton through Luna Lovegood, or even find out Hamilton's true thoughts through her.
How pathetic, Shiloh Rozier, you've actually stooped to using a student to complete your mission? But it's something you can't help but do.
After convincing herself, Shiloh nodded slightly and walked towards Hogwarts Castle. She decided to start asking Lunor about the specifics of Lloyd's technique in the next few days.
We must uncover her true identity before Christmas.
For some reason, she thought of what had happened in the principal's office again—Loyla Hamilton, are you friend or foe?
"Headmaster Dumbledore—"
In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, the composed Dumbledore sat calmly in his chair, while opposite him stood the cautious Peterson Hamilton.
"About Professor Rozier—"
"Is it about that matter again?" Dumbledore looked up and smiled. "I thought it was over."
"No—Headmaster Dumbledore," Peterson said, pursing his lips. "Professor Rozier is clearly problematic."
"You should be able to tell too, right?"
"Really?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, looking at the wizard chess set on the table. "I think she's a responsible professor."
That's all.
"But when it comes to my cousin—" Peterson thought for a moment and said, "My cousin is a gentle person, she didn't think about things that much—but Rozier, without a doubt—"
"Mr. Hamilton," Dumbledore coughed, casually moving a chess piece on the board, and then continued, "Miss Hamilton is indeed a gentle person, but she is by no means a fool."
"Since she has chosen to forgive—why force her to make a choice she doesn't want to make?"
Dumbledore's words left Peterson speechless for a moment. He pursed his lips and watched Dumbledore play chess quietly. After a long while, he slowly said, "My cousin is a member of the Hamilton family, and I don't want her safety to be threatened—"
"Is that so?" Dumbledore looked up, a strange glint in his eyes behind his spectacles. "Has Miss Hamilton gone back to see her?"
"Not yet, but—she has promised me she'll go back to visit for Christmas—"
"I see—" Dumbledore nodded meaningfully and stood up: "Sometimes, people always want to make up for things they didn't make up for in the past."
"I want to do things that I haven't been able to do in the past."
"But—what's done is done—" Dumbledore looked at Peterson meaningfully, "Isn't that right?"
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Peterson was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "But making amends is better than doing nothing."
Dumbledore smiled upon hearing this: "On the premise that you really want to make amends."
"Instead of exploiting." His words caused a slight change in Peterson's expression.
"Sometimes, malicious exploitation is far more damaging than ignoring it." Dumbledore blinked. "What do you think, Mr. Hamilton?"
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Peterson fell silent, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up: "I had absolutely no intention of taking advantage of my cousin."
"You may not—or you may." Dumbledore looked down at his wizard chess set. "Mr. Hamilton, a man can lie a thousand times over."
"But I can't fool myself even once."
"As long as you have a clear conscience, that's all that matters, right?"
Peterson fell silent again. He pushed up his glasses, turned and left without a word.
As the headmaster's office door closed, Dumbledore slowly and gently pushed the chess piece up—
"Tsk—General."
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