The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 239 The Coming Halloween

Chapter 239 The Coming Halloween

As a chilly wind swept across the Scottish Highlands and a snowflake fell from the clouds, Hogwarts bid farewell to autumn and welcomed winter.

Loila sat in her office, sipping coffee, gazing thoughtfully at the falling snowflakes.

Miss Nagini, wrapped in a blanket, leaned against the fireplace, looking rather languid.

Since the cold weather, Miss Nagini had been like this, seemingly as languid as a real snake.

Even so, she still spoke casually to Loila, "Loila?"

"Um?"

"Is Halloween coming soon?"

"Hmm."

Please don't bring up such unpleasant things in such a peaceful time, okay?

Royla already knows what's going to happen on Halloween, or rather, Dumbledore has come up with another wicked idea.

Dumbledore wanted to hold a truly Halloween-themed Halloween night at Hogwarts, and to that end, he specifically asked each professor what Halloween should be like.

He even asked Loila—the only answer Loila could give was the dark tower and the noise that didn't belong to her, right?

For some reason, everyone fell silent when Loila gave her answer, and even Professor McGonagall patted Loila on the head.

Don't look so pitiful! I'm actually quite happy to be able to focus on studying the magic array at times like this, okay? Don't worry about being disturbed or anything—Müller will even come to help me occasionally.

Ahem, I seem to have gone a bit off-topic — in short, after summarizing the opinions of many parties, Dumbledore decided to have all the students dress up as the most terrifying person they could imagine that night and then go to each professor's office to ask for candy.

This is commonly known as "trick or treat".

It's actually quite interesting—but that's for students; it's a bit troublesome for professors.

Loila could already picture the knocking on her office door, the push of the door, and the students disguised as Dumbledore standing there.

If it were just one Dumbledore, it would be fine, but if there were several, I would definitely faint from fright, right?

Ugh—can't we just have a normal Halloween in peace and quiet? Like, everyone all alone in their rooms—

Loila sighed, pursed her lips as she watched the snowflakes falling outside the window.

But time really flies. Halloween is almost here in the blink of an eye, and I think I've done a pretty good job with my work.

The course on magic arrays is proceeding smoothly, and quite a few students have already created blocking magic arrays, although their effects are not quite satisfactory due to problems with their drawing.

But that was enough to make Loila happy.

There's been no movement from Mr. Lupin's side—which has prevented Loila from getting involved in the new magic circle for a while, and she feels a bit low on energy—should she also end up lying in a blanket like Miss Nagini?

Of course, the person who put Loila at ease the most was Miss Shiloh.

For the past month, Miss Shiloh has remained completely silent. She's just like an ordinary Hogwarts professor, neither bothering Loyra nor causing any disturbance.

If it weren't for the fact that she would occasionally look at her with cold eyes, Loila might have thought that she and Loila had become colleagues—no, it seems that no matter how you look at it, they are colleagues.

Regardless, Miss Shiloh's actions relieved Loila. Although Peterson would occasionally mention his concerns, Loila was completely at ease.

Hmm—Loila shook her head and leaned back in her chair, feeling a little tired and sleepy—could it be that Miss Nagini infected her?

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Looking at the letter before him, Philip frowned slightly. He held the quill pen and pondered for a few seconds, but still didn't write a single word.

The glaring Hamilton family name filled him with disgust, and he even had an instinctive urge to throw the letter into the stove.

But—thinking about what might happen next, he couldn't help but shake his head.

They were so opposed to him back then, yet now they shamelessly come crawling to him—it has to be said, this two-faced behavior perfectly matches Philip's image of a pure-blood wizard—although nominally he and the one he believes in...

The people in the head all share the same bloodline, but in reality—

Philip sometimes wished he were just an ordinary wizard.

In any case, their own family couldn't offer any valuable help other than obstruction.

They were cautiously wary of him returning to fight for the family fortune, yet at the same time, they were forced to contact him because of Grindelwald's situation.

It was truly astonishing—Philip sighed, trying to calm himself down. He only felt less composed when it came to matters concerning them.

After a few seconds of silence, he casually wrote his reply on the letter, which included a fake "Happy Halloween" and a less-than-tactful rejection.

He would only go back when they could accept her—only when they could think like Grindelwald that all wizards were the same.

But that's impossible now, and thinking about it, Philip was actually a little happy.

After all, I never want to go back to that oppressive place again.

Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing that light and melodious voice, Philip's displeasure vanished instantly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm researching magic circles." Leaning back in his chair, Philip released his quill and hugged the girl. "What's Loira doing now?"

"Aren't you going to help your mother prepare dinner?" He gently stroked the girl's silver hair.

"I'm all ready!" the girl said with a grin. "Mommy told me to call Daddy!"

"I see—" Philip smiled gently and nodded warmly. "Then let's eat."

He slowly stood up, looked at the letter on the table for a few seconds and thought for a few seconds. Finally, he picked it up casually and threw it into the stove.

"What is that?"

"Some annoying stuff sent by some annoying guys." Philip chuckled softly, looking at the somewhat bewildered girl, and said, "Loila, don't worry about it."

"These are things for adults."

"Adult matters?" The girl shook her head. "Loira is an adult too!"

"Really?" Philip blinked. "Then you'll be sleeping by yourself tonight."

"Ah—never mind then, Loila isn't actually an adult."

Hearing the girl's reply, Philip smiled and shook his head, then threw his own reply into the stove.

At the very least, I can prevent Roy from being bothered by those annoying guys.

That should be enough, right?

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