bookbashuk Chapter 134 Hufflepuff's Tea Party
Chapter 134 Hufflepuff's Tea Party
Chapter 134 Hufflepuff's Tea Party
As night fell once more, Miss Loila Hamilton from Durmstrang embarked once more on her journey to find friends.
Yes, that is, the journey to find Mr. Riddle.
Today, Loila plans to visit the Hufflepuff common room—according to "Hogwarts: A History of the School," the Hufflepuff common room is located in the hallway next to the Hogwarts kitchen.
Then the entrance was a horizontal wooden barrel—why did this feel so strange—Loila's boots clattered on the corridor floor as she pondered and carefully surveyed her surroundings.
After confirming that no ghosts were passing by, she quickened her pace.
Whether it was because she was already familiar with the route or because she had truly memorized the Hogwarts map, it didn't take Loila long to arrive at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room.
This time, nothing seemed to have gone wrong—Loira looked at the barrel with a hint of surprise—after all, the first time she went to the Slytherin common room, she met Professor Snape, and the second time she went to the Ravenclaw common room, she met Professor McGonagall.
"I haven't run into a single professor today?" — Loila cautiously glanced behind her — it seemed true, and no one was following her.
That's good then.
Loila carefully raised her wand and gently tapped the wooden barrel. She remembered to tap it in a specific rhythm, otherwise she would be—
"puff!"
A large puddle of vinegar sprayed out of the wooden bucket, and Loila was caught off guard and got sprayed all over her head.
"Ugh!" she cried out in surprise, the sound carrying far through the Hogwarts corridors late at night, like a scene from some kind of wizarding horror movie.
However, what was on Royla's head wasn't blood, but vinegar—
Fortunately, Loila instinctively lowered her head, so the spray of vinegar only landed on her hat and then slowly dripped down the brim.
But this hat was given to me by Mr. Lupin!
Loila awkwardly took off her hat, her hands sticky all over—Hey! You damn barrel!
Does using the Cruciatus Curse on a barrel violate the laws of the British Ministry of Magic?
Loila gritted her teeth and angrily put the hat into the Space Extension Book, then had no choice but to put her hood back on.
Fortunately, there didn't seem to be much dirt on the mask, otherwise I would have had to show my face—who knows who I might run into at Hogwarts in the middle of the night?
Seeing the little bit of vinegar on the ground, Loila gently waved her wand and cleaned it up.
Okay—let's try again—Loila clearly remembers that rhythm—could it be that she's not actually good at music?
Loila thought back carefully and realized that she had never sung a song before—she didn't know how to play any musical instruments—she couldn't even whistle.
She pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly, then waved her wand again.
"puff!"
Another puddle of vinegar sprayed out, but thankfully she reacted quickly this time, using her wand to shield herself. The vinegar smeared onto the Ironclad Charm and then slowly dripped onto the floor.
Um----
Loila looked at the wooden barrel in front of her somewhat awkwardly, and began to think about whether there were any other ways to open it.
Although this is also a magic lock array, just like the lock in a secret room—Loila couldn't understand the code at all.
Who invented this lock that's like a musical note?
Isn't this bullying someone who can't sing?
If all else fails, I'll just use a blasting spell to blow it open—I can always fix it myself later—Loira's mind is no longer on finding Mr. Riddle; she just wants to get inside!
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But just then, Loila suddenly heard voices behind her.
"Huh?!" Loila exclaimed in surprise and took a few steps back, only to step into the vinegar on the floor and slip and fall to the ground.
"Are you alright?!" The person who spoke from behind seemed startled. She quickly ran to Loila's side and reached out to grab Loila's arm, trying to pull her up from the ground.
"You you————you————" Loila was startled when her hand was suddenly grabbed. She quickly pulled her arm back and crawled back a few steps until she leaned against the wooden barrel.
"What are you doing?" The person whose hand was shaken off by Loila seemed quite surprised. She muttered to herself and then bent down.
"The fireflies are twinkling."
Points of light emanated from the tip of the staff, and Loila saw the man's face.
Isn't that—Miss Izeris?!
Miss Menekia Izeris, a student with a particularly difficult-to-pronounce name, is best known for defeating Miss Loila Hamilton in the Professor Hamilton impersonation contest at the Halloween costume party.
Why—why are you here?!
Oh—she seems to be a Hufflepuff student—
Wait a minute—I look so disheveled—
"Huh?" Ezreal stared at Loira for a moment, then seemed to remember something and said, "Aren't you that—that one from the Halloween party—?"
"The guy who lost to me in the competition to imitate Professor Hamilton?"
She actually remembered me! But don't use that description! I clearly withdrew voluntarily!
Loila felt extremely embarrassed. Although it was better than being recognized as Professor Hamilton, it was still anything but pleasant!
"Why are you dressed like this now?" she said, shrugging as if she understood something. "You're a huge fan of Professor Hamilton, aren't you?"
"Then you've really come to the right place tonight!"
"And you used to be from our college." The somewhat carefree Miss Ezeris shrugged and said, "What are you doing at the door if you're not going in—" She said, her nose twitching slightly.
"Oh—" She nodded knowingly, "So you weren't playing the rhythm right?"
"That's normal. After all, it's sometimes hard to keep track of the rhythm in the dark."
She continued talking to herself, making Luo Yishu, who was sitting on the ground, extremely embarrassed—you shouldn't—don't talk about things so quickly!
Also, being suddenly shown understanding and offered guidance by one's own students —
Wait a minute—Loila suddenly seemed to remember something and mustered up a little courage. "Why are you still out so late, student?"
Did you run off to do something bad? That's a violation of school rules!
"What—what were you doing outside?" Loila pursed her lips, raised her head, and asked softly. Although she wanted to question her with the authority of a professor, this was probably the most serious wording she could muster.
"Ah—I was a little hungry just now." Ezreal said casually, taking a piece of bread from his pocket. "So I went to the kitchen to get something to eat."
Oh, what a little glutton! It's so late, and you still dare to run around like this! But I don't think I've eaten anything today either.
Loila looked at the bread and began to wonder, "Does Hogwarts bread really smell this good?"
"Would you like something to eat?" Ezreal seemed to sense her thoughts, so he shrugged and handed her the bread.
Seeing the bread she was offered, Loila pursed her lips and carefully picked it up.
Well, this isn't about being hungry—it's about gathering evidence of her crimes—Loila carefully stood up, holding a loaf of bread in one hand and using the wall for support with the other.
"Alright, let's go inside—it's getting late," Ezreal said in a low voice. "They're still waiting for me."
who are they?
Loila paused for a moment, then watched as she gently tapped the wooden bucket.
"Clatter".
The wooden barrel slowly opened, revealing a passageway.
This is clearly the same rhythm as the one I'm playing! — Miss Hamilton, who is tone-deaf, seems to have a poor understanding of her own musical abilities.
But thanks to her—I was finally able to enter the lounge—
I'll just forgive her for beating me in that competition.
Loila followed Izeris and carefully entered the lounge. Unlike the other two lounges, the Hufflepuff lounge was brightly lit.
As soon as Loila poked her head out, she saw four or five students sitting by the fireplace, discussing something with great interest.
Upon seeing Ezreal enter, they exclaimed excitedly, "Come here, Menex, we're about to get to something interesting!"
No way! Why are there still people here so late?!
"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment and subconsciously tried to shrink back into the bucket, but the next second she was pulled out by Ezreal.
"What a coincidence? I happen to have an interesting person here too!"
"Hey, is this Professor Hamilton?!" one of the students asked in surprise.
"Of course not, her costume is totally off!" Ezreal shrugged. "And do you even remember Halloween?"
"Ah! I remember now!" a little badger exclaimed excitedly, "Is she the one you were talking about who lost to you?"
"Now that you mention it, it doesn't seem quite right!"
"She's from our college?"
"Can't you tell who it is wearing a mask?"
Loila stood frozen in place, surrounded by four or five students who looked at her like she was a magical creature; her face beneath the mask was deathly pale.
Why did I come to Hufflepuff's lounge today?!