harleyscars Chapter 118
Chapter 118
Chapter 118
Then let's start the investigation now!
Loira pursed her lips and raised her wand. Maybe the thief wasn't far away yet, given her speed—watching the notebook cover fall to the ground again, Loira took a deep breath.
It seems...it seems a bit difficult...
Moreover—Loila glanced around somewhat awkwardly, then carefully closed the office door.
Wouldn't it look really strange if I just went out and wandered around with this notebook cover?
What professor would do that! And if Dumbledore knew—he'd definitely ask—.
"Haha, actually I lost a regular notebook and then I was looking for it in a notebook set—"
Could such an excuse really convince Dumbledore?
Loila knew that although Dumbledore was bad, he wasn't stupid! He wasn't the dumb villain from those traditional wizarding horror stories; he was a genuinely cunning and scheming guy with a heart full of evil!
No, no—I absolutely cannot just swagger around Hogwarts looking for that diary—so, how should I look for it?
Loila pursed her lips, thinking of the night—would it be alright if it were nighttime? She didn't think anyone would be wandering around Hogwarts at night; even if there were, it would probably just be a few patrolling professors at most...
Moreover, Hogwarts is a boarding school, so if a student steals something, you only need to go to the door of their common room to find out—and you don't need to worry about professors either—most professors choose to live at the school.
Only a handful of professors with families would return home to live, and Roy couldn't help but feel pleased with his brilliant idea.
You've only been at Hogwarts for six months and you already know so much? That's something else, Miss Roy Hamilton!
Wait a minute—what am I so happy about, having just lost Mr. Riddle?
Loila shook her head and glanced at the messy office—good, let's fix the office now, otherwise it will be hard to explain if others see it.
Loira waved her wand, and the broken glass on the ground slowly rose up, spinning and reassembling into a window. Other items that had fallen and scattered on the ground also floated back to their proper places under the influence of the spell.
Hmm—Loy took the opportunity to check the things in the office again, and indeed only Mr. Riddle was missing—.
Who could it be? — Watching the setting sun, Loila nodded gently, then waited for nightfall — it seemed rather pleasant — how about a cup of coffee later?
Wait—why do I feel like I've forgotten someone?
Lulu—Mr. Luping!
Roy shuddered, immediately remembering that he had left Mr. Lupin alone in the tent. What if he woke up to find no one around, especially since Mr. Lupin was injured—
Mr. Lupin might be very sad—even though he left a note—
I can't be as heartless as Dumbledore, especially since Mr. Lupin is my friend! Of course—Mr. Riddle should be my friend too.
But to be honest—if he really was like Voldemort—Roy quickly shook his head. How could that be? Mr. Riddle was his good friend! Hmm—his friend wouldn't be that bad, at least not at sixteen—.
...
"Miss Hamilton, are you done with your work?"
Loila appeared in Albania with a wave of her wand, and just as she could see her surroundings, she heard Lupin's voice.
"Ah—Lupin—Mr. Lupin." Roy paused for a moment, then saw Lupin sitting in a chair, gently pouring himself a cup of hot coffee.
"Th-thank you—." Loira pursed her lips, her expression somewhat complicated as she accepted the coffee. She was actually prepared to face an unhappy Mr. Lupin—after all, she had left without a second thought, just leaving a note saying she had something to do.
Mr. Lu Ping is still injured!
But now it seems—he's in a good mood?
He leaned back in his chair, took a sip of coffee, and forced a smile on his pale face, which was pale from blood loss.
"Lupin—Mr. Lupin—aren't you angry—?" Roy whispered after thinking for a moment.
Lupin paused for a moment upon hearing this, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly put down his coffee cup under Loila's frightened gaze, saying, "I am indeed a little angry."
"Hmm!"
Upon hearing this, Luo Yi trembled and quickly lowered her head, saying, "I'm sorry—I—"
Before she could finish speaking, Lupin coughed lightly and said, "The reason I'm angry isn't because of you."
"It's because of myself," he said, his eyes slightly lowered with a hint of self-reproach. "I was overconfident and well-prepared, but in the end, I couldn't even handle a snake."
"It even put you in danger." Lupin paused, then continued, "If you had been injured—"
He seemed to have been thinking about these words for a long time, perhaps even since he woke up. Without any hesitation, he spoke his thoughts, his tired face, which looked like he was nearly fifty even though he was only in his thirties, was full of apology.
If Miss Hamilton hadn't arrived in time, I would surely have been killed by that snake—I had been blinded by my own eagerness and made this mistake—
Miss Hamilton was always so self-deprecating, even blaming herself for a brief absence, but in reality, she was the one who least deserved to apologize.
Seeing her like this, Lupin felt even angrier—he had thought he could help Miss Hamilton in some way, but he had actually dragged her into this mess as well.
Remus Lupin, are you still a wizard who graduated from Hogwarts and has over thirty years of social experience?
Despite having experienced far more than Miss Hamilton, she appeared so—so frail.
He looked down at his worn-out boots and said, "I'm such a bad friend, having to rush here on Christmas Eve because of my business—"
"Please—please don't say that—" Roy said, his eyes wide. "Mr. Lupin, please don't—say that—say that."
"I'm actually very happy to see you at Christmas—" Loira said, poking her finger.
Lupin silently pursed his lips. He knew that Miss Hamilton was a kind-hearted person and incredibly sincere to her friends, but it was precisely because of this that he felt tormented.
The reason he, as a werewolf, was able to become friends with Miss Hamilton was largely due to her kindness, while he himself had acted as if he didn't deserve this friendship.
Friends help each other, and he felt he had never helped Miss Hamilton—he felt he might not deserve it—or perhaps he hadn't done enough.
He knew he should work harder, but looking at Loira's somewhat fearful eyes, Lupin felt that perhaps he shouldn't add to Miss Hamilton's worries.
Effort and reward are things adults should think about—for Miss Hamilton, although she was already an adult—
But Lupin still subconsciously felt that she was more like his younger sister—a somewhat timid younger sister with her own unique and shining qualities.
Moreover, she is far more capable than I am.
Lupin then chuckled and said, "I'm very happy to see you at Christmas, Hamilton—"
"Also—this is my Christmas present for you," Lupin said, picking up a small red box from behind him.