harleyscars Chapter 190 No Light
Chapter 190 No Light
Chapter 190 No Light
"How is it?" Lupin asked instinctively, seeing Loila sighing.
Ever since Miss Hamilton cracked the notebook, she has been wearing strange expressions. One moment she's so angry that her face turns red, even the tips of her ears turn red, and the next she's chuckling—and then she starts sighing in the blink of an eye.
"What's written in this notebook?" Lupin looked down at it curiously.
The ancient runes are recorded as follows: This rune originated from the tomb of the ancient dark wizard Helbo. It is said that this rune was discovered along with Horcruxes, and it contains evil and darkness, but—
"Mr. Lupin?"
Suddenly, Lupin felt his sleeve being tugged, and he looked up at Loila.
So the reason she's frustrated is because her ancient magic script is evil, right?
Lupin scratched his face as he thought of this: "Actually, there's no need to be so sad, Miss Hamilton."
"You're just researching magic arrays; you shouldn't be too worried about whether they're evil or not."
"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment after hearing Mr. Lupin's words. What was he talking about?
What evil? — I didn't see it. — Waiting. —
Loila, as if struck by a sudden thought, held up her notebook and pointed it at Lupin: "Lupin—Mr. Lupin, could you read this—read the words on this page?"
"Read it?" Lupin tilted his head and looked at Loila with a bit of curiosity, but when he met those blue, jewel-like eyes, he chose to comply.
"This magical script was born in ————"
"Lupin—Mr. Lupin!"
Hearing the screams around him, Lupin subconsciously raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell me to read it? Why are you so agitated?!"
"Mr. Lupin, you can understand this—the contents of this book?!" Loila looked at Mr. Lupin in surprise. She never imagined that Mr. Lupin could actually understand the words here!
Why is that?! It's as shocking as a pure-blooded wizard childhood friend telling you one day that he can actually understand the Niffler's language!
"Why can't I understand it?" Lupin felt a little strange. These were just English words—ah, just slightly complicated English. Loira was silent for a few seconds, her eyes darting back and forth between Mr. Lupin and the notebook several times, before she came to a somewhat strange, but logical, answer.
The language here is werewolf language.
Hmm—this is something someone wrote in werewolf language—it sounds a bit strange—but it's the only possibility Loila can think of.
That's probably why I can't find this language in the Hogwarts library.
After all, very few werewolves have the opportunity to write books or even publish them—and as a species capable of reverting to human form, learning their language seems somewhat redundant—
"Mr. Lupin, the words here—should—should be werewolf language." Loila pursed her lips and gave her the answer.
"Werewolf language?" Lupin blinked, paused for a few seconds, and then gave a wry smile.
Unexpectedly, he had actually helped Miss Hamilton with something like this—Lupin didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
However—looking at Luo Yishu's excited expression, he shook his head helplessly.
If he knew what Royla was thinking right now, his feelings would probably be even more complicated.
Being a werewolf is great—not only can you become incredibly powerful, but you can also understand werewolf language—what's the use of a half-blood Veela?—she just gets free dye when creating magic circles.
Before she knew it, summer vacation arrived—and Loila returned to Hogwarts for the summer—thanks to Professor McGonagall, who allowed Loila to stay at Hogwarts during the summer.
This is fantastic—not in the sense of being able to stay at Hogwarts, but in the sense that I won't have to worry about rent anymore!
Loila doesn't have many Galonnaise on her, especially now that she's started creating new magic circles.
Mr. Lupin's werewolf language talent helped Loila decipher the ancient rune that Mr. PH was powerless to solve. That ancient rune was indeed related to darkness and evil.
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Because it can devour light—yes, that is, it can devour light within a certain range, or reflect it?
As a wizard, Loila naturally knew nothing of physics; all she knew was that this ancient rune could absorb the light of the glow spell—that was rather interesting.
Loila could already imagine what she could do with these ancient runes once they were made into a magic circle: make a cloak so that no one could see her face.
This will be incredibly useful for me when I'm teaching at Hogwarts! What professor doesn't cover their face while teaching?
However, apart from that, its function is quite limited—Loila has not yet fully deciphered its function, and this rune, which she named "Lightless," is still being tested.
Once the experimental results were confirmed, Roy prepared to begin creating the magic circle.
The Dark Array – created by Loila Hamilton!
Just thinking about it made Loila very happy, after all, none of the magic circles she had learned and used before were made by herself. Thank you very much, Mr. PH!
Although his quirky sense of humor forced Mr. Lupin to continue searching for him—thinking about it, Mr. Lupin had actually helped him a lot—not only by helping him decipher werewolf language, but also by helping him find many relics.
And all he had done as his friend was make wolfsbane potion—Roy felt a little ashamed—he was such a terrible friend.
Could it be that Mr. Riddle was harmed because she was actually a terrible friend? — The thought sent shivers down Loy's spine.
She had already been forcing herself not to think about Mr. Riddle, whether it was his betrayal or the fact that she had killed him—
But suddenly, because of Mr. Lupin's matter, she thought of this matter again—
"Huff—huff—" Taking a few deep breaths, Loila calmed down.
Okay, stop thinking about Voldemort—he—he's not your friend!
"I should think about how I can better help Mr. Lupin," Roy shook his head, then suddenly heard a sound coming from the communication wristband on his wrist.
"Loira, when are you coming to my house as a guest?"
Seeing her message, Loila felt much better and couldn't help but think—if only Mr. PH could tell her about magic circles in the same way.
"Peterson!"
"Peterson!"
At the Hamilton family estate, Peterson, sitting in the garden drinking coffee, couldn't help but shake his head.
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"What's wrong?" he asked the middle-aged man who approached. "Is there something you need?"
"Nothing much," the middle-aged man shook his head and said casually, "I just have something I'm curious about that I'd like to ask you."
"What is it?" Peterson put down his coffee and raised an eyebrow slightly.
The middle-aged man chuckled softly, then lowered his voice and asked, "Do you know about—magic arrays?"