bookbashuk Chapter 202 Durmstrang's Last Day
Chapter 202 Durmstrang's Last Day
Chapter 202 Durmstrang's Last Day
"How's the packing going?"
Even in the summer, Durmstrang didn't feel any heat, just a slight warmth, which vanished without a trace when the silver-haired girl stepped out of the attic.
Makarov stood at the foot of the attic, looking at the girl with the small bag on her back, and said, "What a freak! She doesn't even have much luggage!"
"Or did you leave your Veela stench in the attic?" Makarov said, fanning the air with his hand. "Can you smell it?"
"Of course I can smell it! It stinks!"
"Is this what a mixed-race freak tastes like?"
Hearing the laughter around her, the silver-haired girl pursed her lips without saying a word, and instead tightened her grip on her schoolbag, intending to leave.
"Hey! Don't rush off!" Makarov grabbed her arm. "What's the hurry you're off to?"
"You're not going to go find Muller, are you?" he said with a cold snort. "Are you still dreaming that dream?"
"He's a pure-blood wizard!" Makarov shrugged. "You're just a pet he keeps at the school!"
"You don't actually want to join the Muller family, do you?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't be ridiculous!"
"————" Even after being told this, the silver-haired girl just shrank back and didn't say anything. Perhaps she was thinking of something, because her body was still trembling slightly.
Makarov laughed even harder at the sight, for he knew what had happened a few weeks ago, or rather, that the story had spread throughout Durmstrang.
Miss Freak was humiliated at the Muller family mansion—even the most melancholy Durmstrang student would scoff at her.
Thinking this through, he decided to be even bolder in his words.
"No matter how much you use your Veela charms, you can't make everyone like you!" he said, shrugging. "At the very least, none of those old guys will agree to you becoming a member of the Muller family—"
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, a curse flew from the corner of the wall, knocking him backward and sending him crashing to the ground, rolling several times.
The girl trembled in fright and quickly took a few steps back, while the owner of the curse walked up to her.
"That's enough, Makarov." Muller's cold voice made the silver-haired girl even more frightened—she knew that Muller was angry.
After Müller got angry last time, even his father...
"Get lost if you don't want to die." Muller didn't give Makarov any friendly look. He pointed at the people surrounding Makarov with his wand and said, "Anyway, we're graduating soon."
"I wouldn't mind being expelled right now." His words made the students look wary; they took a few steps back, and no one even offered to help Makarov up.
Makarov scrambled to his feet, looking rather disheveled. He seemed quite frightened, and gritting his teeth, he said to Muller's icy face, "You—you stay out of my way!"
"Even your father doesn't want you to communicate with freaks, and yet you're still protecting her?"
"That has nothing to do with you!" Muller said, gripping his wand tightly. "If you utter another word—let's have a wizard's duel!"
"Do you dare?"
"You—" Makarov took a few steps back and said, "I don't have time for you—"
"I'll have a brutal duel with you," he said, shrinking into the group of students. "You'd better take care of your own family matters first!"
After saying that, he turned and left, seemingly not wanting to get entangled with Muller any further.
Watching his retreating figure, Muller sneered, "I'll kill him sooner or later."
"Müller—" Hearing his words, the girl who hadn't spoken until now quickly said, "No—"
Don't do that————
"Don't do this?" Muller looked at the trembling girl. "Didn't you hear what he just said?"
"He said those things to you, and you didn't seem to mind?" Muller said, pulling the girl up from the ground. Looking at her slightly dirty robe and her worried face, Muller took a deep breath.
"Loila Hamilton, why didn't you fight back just now?"
"Why not tell them they're all talking nonsense, and also tell them you never thought that way?"
"I—I—" The girl was terrified by the sudden questioning. She could only lower her head and whisper, "I'm sorry—I'm sorry—"
"I----"
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Muller listened to her apology in silence for a long time, as if trying to calm himself down.
"Loila Hamilton," he slowly uttered the girl's name, "You are Durmstrang's youngest graduate."
"You are a two-time champion of the Durmstrang Duel Tournament."
"You achieved Durmstrang's highest score ever on the OWIs exam."
"You even possess the silent spells of all known spells."
"You're not that first-grader, that weirdo everyone hates!"
"Not someone who's always being pushed around and powerless to resist!"
Muller's voice grew louder and louder, causing the girl to back away until finally she leaned against the corner of the wall, her head bowed, unable to look at the boy whose shadow had completely enveloped her.
"I won't protect you forever, Loila Hamilton," Muller said, emphasizing each word, "if you continue like this—"
"We don't need to see each other again."
"No—no!" Upon hearing this, the girl suddenly raised her head and grabbed Muller's sleeve: "We—we made a promise—"
"Miss Loila Hamilton," Muller said, looking at her face, "I have an agreement with someone who is not someone who is always timid, always standing still, always hiding behind me."
"You want friends, don't you?" Muller said, lowering his voice. "Do you consider us friends?"
"I----"
The girl had barely opened her mouth when Mueller interrupted her: "Of course we're not friends!"
"I'm telling you this, Miss Loila Hamilton, I will not be friends with someone who doesn't even dare to say we should be friends."
"I can accept that you are a mixed-race Veela, and I don't care what those old folks say, because I know you are a genius, not the freak they call you."
"But I can't accept you continuing to be so cowardly, Loila."
"You've been this cowardly for four years already. Are you going to be like this until you die?"
"So, even until you die, you won't dare to say that we're friends?"
"Are you going to remain silent until the day you die, facing all those humiliations? Are you going to wait for me to appear?"
"Loila Hamilton, if you can't walk out that door, then we'll never be friends."
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The cold, icy voice made the girl tremble, and even more than fifty years later, she would wake up in fright if she dreamed of this place.
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry, Muller—" she whispered, both then and now.
"I—I will walk out of that door—" she whispered, but all she could hear was herself more than fifty years later.