harleyscars Chapter 250 Hogsmeade Tavern
Chapter 250 Hogsmeade Tavern
Chapter 250 Hogsmeade Tavern
A few days later, as October ended and November arrived, the snow falling at Hogwarts was no longer light, but heavy enough to bury people.
Even amidst the heavy snowfall, Hogsmeade remained bustling with activity, a constant stream of wizards coming and going, though most of them opted to have a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks before embarking on their shopping spree.
This naturally includes Shiloh Rozier.
She was sitting at a table in the far corner of the tavern, sipping her butterbeer, and scrutinizing everyone who entered with her cold, purple eyes.
What exactly does Loila Hamilton want to do? — This was a question Shiloh had been pondering for days, but unfortunately she couldn't find any books on Veela psychology, so she couldn't theoretically understand Loila's thoughts.
Although she didn't consider herself particularly perceptive of people's hearts, she still vaguely sensed Loira's attitude that night.
She didn't want to have conflicts with herself—and seemed to not want to have conflicts with others either.
Hilo frowned slightly, not understanding her thoughts.
Is she trying to do me a favor and get me to let her off the hook? — If that's what she's thinking, then she's being incredibly naive.
However, it's true—if you only look at her appearance, she really does look like she's only in her teens—
But what if she doesn't think that way?
Does that mean she hasn't betrayed Lord Grindelwald yet?
Hilo took a sip of her butterbeer, feeling the warm butter slide down her throat, and her mind relaxed a little—if that were the case, would she not have to kill her?
No, no, no, no—she shook her head as if remembering something—"Even if Loila Hamilton isn't a traitor, she's still an incompetent parasite."
A fellow who betrayed Lord Grindelwald's trust —
But this incompetent parasite was indeed no match for the spells—a thought that made Hilo feel ashamed.
Was that appearance really just a disguise?
Their harmless appearance might indeed evoke pity in an unsuspecting person.
Could she have been bewitched by her Veela abilities? Hilo shook her head sharply to clear her mind—don't let your mind wander to things unrelated to the mission.
"Pat-pat-pat"
Just as she was thinking this, she heard footsteps.
"Good morning, dear cousin." This slightly frivolous voice made Shiloh's eyes immediately turn cold.
She raised her head slightly and saw four young men dressed in black robes.
"Good morning, dear cousin." Although he said this, the coldness in his voice surpassed even the snow on their bodies.
"Haha, I'm relieved to see you still have so much energy." The man whom Shilo called her cousin plopped down opposite Shilo, and the others around him also slowly took their seats.
He'd barely sat down in the chair when he continued, "If even a genius like my cousin is helpless and looks dejected, I'll be in a very difficult position."
"————" Shiloh sneered and was about to say something when the waiter with three brooms walked over to the side.
"What would you three like to order?"
"Just some bars," Shiloh's cousin raised an eyebrow, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, added, "No butterbeer, please."
"That's for children."
Hilo stared at him coldly until the waiter left before saying, "A gentleman isn't made by drinking, is he?"
"It's about learning to live independently," she said, picking up her butterbeer. "At least my beer is bought with my own money."
Her words made her cousin's expression turn somewhat unpleasant, but after a few seconds of silence, he reappeared with a frivolous smile: "Does it matter whose money it is?"
"We are all Rozier."
Hilo pursed her lips and didn't continue the conversation on that topic, instead asking, "How is Aunt Vida's health?"
"Aunt Vida's health is certainly excellent," her cousin shrugged. "But she doesn't seem too happy about it after learning that our pride and joy lost to a lazy bum."
That's exaggerating a bit too much—Aunt Vida knew about the so-called rice weevil a long time ago.
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If Loila Hamilton was a parasite, then his cousin François Rozier was undoubtedly a maggot.
Hilo really wanted to turn him into a maggot with his wand.
But the thought of him sharing the same name as me and being in the same organization—well, that makes me even more eager to do it.
"So where is this so-called silent witch?" François asked with a shrug. "Let's hurry up and get this done."
"Don't be so careless," Shiloh said slowly. "She's not someone you can easily deal with."
"Perhaps it's just because you've been at the Ministry of Magic for a while now, cousin." François shook his head jokingly. "Doing clerical work for too long can make a person's brain dull."
"That's better than blind arrogance," Shiloh said, shaking his head. "Besides, the situation has changed recently."
"Change?" François frowned, his smile vanishing instantly. "Is she dead?"
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I think you're not a maggot, you're a pig.
Hilo almost laughed at his words. Now she was certain that the letter wasn't from Aunt Vida. If it were Aunt Vida, she wouldn't have sent this pig who could only wave a wand but had no brains at all.
"Of course not," Shiloh said, barely suppressing a hint of mockery. "But we might not need to kill her."
Upon hearing that Loila was alive, François smiled again: "So, are we going to capture her, interrogate her, and torture her?"
"I've never tasted Veela's—"
"You're spouting a lot of nonsense." Heroine couldn't hold back any longer and said coldly, "I must have saved Dumbledore from drowning in my past life, otherwise I would never have let myself work with an idiot like you."
"My dear cousin, can't you think of anything other than such stupid things that a Rozier should be considering?"
"Hilo Rozier, even you—" François was about to explode when he was interrupted by the waiter who brought the wine.
"Gentlemen, your wine."
In a slightly awkward atmosphere, the waiter slowly put down his wine glass.
Taking this opportunity, Shiloh also took a deep breath and calmed down considerably.
"We are all working for that lord—so let's not cause any trouble."
"I'll arrange to meet her at Hogsmeade the day after tomorrow to have a serious talk with her—" Shiloh paused, "if she really has betrayed me."
"Then let's kill her."
"If not—" Shiloh finished the last sip of her butterbeer: "we'll let her go."
"I believe even you can understand, right?"
"—" François gripped his wine glass without saying a word. After a long silence, he slowly said, "You just called me a fool—"
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"Whether you're an idiot or not depends on whether you can do these things properly." Hilo, suppressing her nausea, got up and walked outside, but after only a few steps, she turned back as if she had thought of something and said, "Don't act on your own."
"She's not one of those ordinary Aurors."
"I know." As if he had just thought of something, François suddenly said, "She's the one who beat you, cousin."
"Heh." Shiloh was too lazy to argue with him anymore, and said with a cold laugh, "Then to celebrate this, I'll treat you to drinks too."
"So you won't have to ask Aunt Vida for money when you get back."
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