harleyscars Chapter 185 Albus, you are inherently evil...
Chapter 185 Albus, you are inherently evil...
Chapter 185 Albus, you are inherently evil...
In the early morning, Nagini nimbly slipped into the office, following the sunlight. She transformed back into human form, yawned, walked to the coffee machine, and quietly ordered it to make a cup of coffee.
As she sat down in the chair with her coffee, her eyes inadvertently swept towards the bed in the corner.
"Loira?" She paused, then saw the silver-haired girl sitting on the bed, hugging her knees and remaining silent.
What's going on here?
She sensed something, quickly got up, and walked briskly to the bedside.
"Loila?!" she exclaimed, raising her voice as she tugged at Loila's shoulder.
"Huh?" Loila seemed to come back to her senses after her shoulder was pulled. She pursed her lips and looked at Nagini, her blue eyes filling with tears the next second.
"What happened?" Nagini asked quickly. "Did Grindelwald offend you?"
"Or did Headmaster Dumbledore do something?"
"I—" Upon hearing this, Loila gently shook her head and then covered her eyes: "I—I'm going to—"
I'm working at Hogwarts now.
"Hmm?" Nagini's lips twitched, his previous eagerness turning into helplessness.
"I—I don't want to go anymore—I went—but—but I—" Loila said haltingly, clutching her head in distress.
She had been sitting on the bed thinking all day since she returned from Nurmengard.
Lord Grindelwald is in relatively good condition, which is something to be happy about.
It's good that Lord Grindelwald isn't angry.
Lord Grindelwald's decision to continue the mission is nothing to be happy about.
The thought of having to be a professor at Hogwarts for another year made Loila's legs go weak. Just yesterday, she had been struggling to stay upright because of the joy of reuniting with Lord Grindelwald, but after returning to her office and thinking about it carefully, she felt fear.
So many terrible things have happened in just one short year—if I were to work for another year, and as a professor of magic arrays—Loila knew that this wasn't a job like teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts; this was magic arrays!
If I were to become a professor of magic arrays, I certainly wouldn't be able to do things the same way as before—that is, I wouldn't be able to rely on other people's memories to attend classes like before.
After all, apart from herself and her father, Loila doesn't know any magic array experts yet.
But if I were to teach the class myself—
I would never allow myself to tarnish such great knowledge—that is to say, I would be far more serious about my work than I have been in teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.
But can I do it?
Loila had a million distrusts of herself.
Besides, Loila also thought about her own identity; the fact that she was actually a Veela half-blood had already spread throughout Hogwarts —
Can such a freak become a professor?
Loila was terrified that she would be called a monster by the students in the very first class—just thinking about it made her dizzy.
But he had already promised Lord Grindelwald, and he had also promised Dumbledore—escape seemed completely impossible now—
I want to die so badly!
Seeing her pale face, Nagini sighed softly and reached out to touch Loila's head, tidying up her hair as she did so.
"Loira, don't overthink it," she said softly. "I probably know what you're worried about."
"You should trust yourself more." Unlike Luna, Miss Nagini's voice was as warm as sunshine and as gentle as a breeze.
"If you're always so timid, people won't like you~" Nagini said, reaching out and pinching Loila's nose.
"Ugh!" Loila flinched and shrank back, startled by Nagini's sudden movement.
But she was also taken aback by Nagini's words.
Miss Nagini meant—if things continued like this, would she leave him?
Loila remembered what had happened before and immediately looked up in panic, one hand gently grabbing Nagini's sleeve, the other hand clenching the hem of her clothes.
"Please—please don't—leave me—"
Nagini paused for a moment upon hearing this, then laughed: "When did I ever say I would leave you?"
"What I mean is—shouldn't you muster your courage?" Nagini thought for a moment and then said, "And—haven't you been happy this past year?"
"I—" Loila wanted to say she was unhappy, but suddenly, she thought of the time when she became friends with Mr. Lupin, Luna, Hagrid, and Miss Nagini, and realized that she could no longer say those words.
Whether it was rescuing Mr. Lupin, who had turned into a werewolf, by the lake, spending afternoons with Luna, or even tasting Hagrid's rock cakes—well, except for the last one, Royla genuinely felt happy.
This seemed to be something she had never felt in Durmstrang—not even Muller seemed to have given her these feelings.
Müller always seemed to be running ahead of him, while they always seemed to be walking beside him.
Thinking of this, Loila felt much less pressure—she nodded gently and said, "Thank you—thank you Nagini—"
I'm clearly an adult, yet I still need others to advise me; how immature of me! — But thinking about it carefully, I realize I've also had an eleven-year-old girl advise me several times before.
Loila quickly realized it wasn't a big deal—is this some kind of desensitization?
Seeing that she was starting to drift off into thought again, Nagini knew she was much better, so she smiled gently and walked back to the table to pick up her coffee.
"Oh, by the way, I heard something interesting last night," she said casually, taking a sip of her coffee.
"What—is that?" Loila asked softly, coming back to her senses. She guessed that Miss Nagini might have encountered some magical mice playing music.
After all, it's interesting, and it's late at night — well, it's a bit unlikely.
"The graduation ceremony," Nagini shrugged. "I heard there's a special new procedure added to the final graduation ceremony."
"Process?" Loila wanted to say that she wasn't really clear about the process herself.
"Yeah—it seems so—" Nagini seemed to have thought of something, and her expression suddenly became interesting. She smiled and winked at Loila.
"It seems a bit too much of a downer to tell you," she replied. "Perhaps you'd like to see it for yourself?"
"Kiss...?" Loila instinctively resisted a little.
"All professors are required to attend the graduation ceremony," Nagini said slowly. "Of course, you should go too."
"Ah—it seems like time is running out." Nagini put down her coffee and counted on her fingers. "It should be around ten in the morning, right?"
"10 a.m.?!" Loila jumped out of bed and glanced at the clock in the office.
It's almost nine o'clock already!
Dumbledore, you rascal! If it weren't for Miss Nagini, I wouldn't have known about this at all! Were you doing this on purpose?!
You inherently evil old man!
Loila, who was still immersed in fear, was unaware that a house-elf who was forbidden from teleporting in had been knocking on the door for a long time.
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