harleyscars Chapter 86 Memories That Should Be Discarded
Chapter 86 Memories That Should Be Discarded
Chapter 86 Memories That Should Be Discarded
Late at night, Durmstrang's castle was unusually lively.
Students who used to wear thick black robes were now mostly dressed in elegant and appropriate formal attire.
The reason is simple: today is Durmstrang's annual prom, and the graduates of 1940 will be attending this grand ball in their favorite gowns.
However, in this lively atmosphere, a young man in a formal suit seemed somewhat out of place. He walked through the noisy students, his eyes constantly searching the crowd.
"Good evening, Müller." Occasionally, students would greet him, but he would only wave perfunctorily in response.
He didn't want to interact with these outsiders who just happened to be in the same class or born in the same year. He was looking for a girl with whom he could have a closer relationship, but who was somewhat timid.
Will she come?
He felt a little melancholy, after all, he didn't seem to have the courage to invite her to dance—not because the boy looked at her like everyone else did, but simply because of some inexplicable feeling.
A feeling that boys have, but girls don't.
Muller pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and continued his search towards the far corner of the auditorium.
"Oh—isn't this our poor Miss Hamilton?"
In the corridor outside the auditorium, two boys in formal attire looked at the girl in front of them and burst into laughter.
"Even if you graduate early, no one will ask you to dance, right?" The leading boy smirked. "After all, nobody likes a weirdo."
"That's right, Karkaroff," another man beside him said with a laugh. "So what if you're a genius?"
"Miss Hamilton, you're nothing but a half-breed bastard."
With each word they exchanged, the two gradually cornered the girl in front of them.
"I—I don't want to talk to you—" the girl said softly, pursing her lips. Although she was holding her wand, she still pointed the tip of the wand at the ground.
"Ah—this must be the prettiest dress you could find, right?" Karkarov laughed, staring at the girl's white dress. "It looks like the style my grandmother used to wear."
"It's more than just grandma," another girl said, reaching out to grab the girl's skirt. "It looks more like Headmaster Goethelin in his formal attire!"
"Is she already 120 years old?"
The girl jerked her skirt and took a few steps back, yelling, "Get away from me!"
"What?" Looking at her like this, Karkaroff tilted his head and said, "Are you going to use your wand?"
"A freak who only knows how to hide in the corner and play dirty tricks." He shook his head as he spoke: "Don't think I don't know what you've done."
"That's right," another boy chimed in. "You're the one who secretly broke Principal Goethelin's flowerpot, aren't you?"
"You're the one who injured Hertrie, aren't you?"
"Ah—I remember." Karkaroff burst into laughter. "Hertry suddenly screamed during class, right?"
"This must have been done by you, the one with the silent curse, right?"
"I—I didn't!" The girl gritted her teeth and raised her wand at the two of them, but all she got in return was a sneer.
"Really not, Miss Hamilton?" Karkaroff shook his head with a smile. "I know you can cast the Cruciatus Curse even when you're blind!"
"Are you going to do to us the same thing you did to Hertrie?"
"I—I said I didn't—I really—I really didn't—" The girl instinctively pinched the tip of her wand, took a few steps back, and bumped into the wall of the corridor, almost knocking over the flower pots there.
This comical act only made Karkarov and the other boy laugh even more unrestrainedly.
Karkaroff laughed and strode closer, then flicked his wand, knocking over the flowerpot and sending soil flying all over the girl.
"Hahahaha!"
Looking at the girl huddled there, too afraid to move, Karkaroff burst into laughter again: "Do you understand now, you freak!"
"Even if you're some damn dueling champion, you're just a hybrid monster in our eyes!"
"The only difference between you and those Muggles is that you're more disgusting than them!"
"You're a bastard a hundred times dirtier than a Mudblood!"
"Look at her—she's really out of line."
The music in the auditorium stopped abruptly as the doors opened, and a somewhat strange person appeared there.
She was a girl with messy silver hair and wearing a dirty dress.
"This is terrible."
Her arrival caused everyone to start talking about it. The young wizards in their formal attire looked at the girl with a hint of disdain, then backed away, fanning themselves.
It's like the girl has some unpleasant smell.
"Miss Hamilton!" A middle-aged woman in an old-fashioned long dress slowly walked out. She looked at the girl sternly and said, "What do you mean by this?"
"It's graduation season at Durmstrang—do you have any complaints about the school?"
"No—no—Headmaster Goldrinn—" the girl waved her hand tremblingly, her face pale, her blue eyes looking around in panic.
"It's filthy!"
"That's disgusting!"
"Get out of here—dancing with someone like that is really inappropriate—"
Seeing the girl trembling, Principal Goldlin took a deep breath and said, "Does anyone want to dance with you looking like this?"
"Miss Hamilton, you've caused us a lot of trouble over the past few years."
"So, are you still going to make jokes on the last day?"
Golding's voice was stern and angry, and the girl shrank back, not daring to utter a single word of rebuttal.
"Enough—since no one wants to dance with you—and you show no respect for Durmstrang Academy, then please leave." Golding scoffed. "Anyway, you'll no longer be a Durmstrang student starting tomorrow!"
"I'm sorry—I'm sorry—I'm really—really sorry—"
Muttering to herself, Loila suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the still dim sky before her, and she breathed heavily.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
After taking a few deep breaths, she finally woke up from the nightmare of her past memories.
I had another nightmare—I dreamt about the story of Durmstrang—I dreamt about my not-so-pleasant last day in Durmstrang—
Is it because I'm going to a dance party again today?
Loila pursed her lips and patted her face—Alright, Loila Hamilton, this is all in the past.
Things are different now—at least—at least I'm a professor now, right?
There shouldn't be anyone questioning the professor, right?
And—and I'll never wear that kind of dress again—
And—and I'm different now—I have Miss Lovegood, Mr. Lupin—and Hagrid and Mr. Riddle—they're my friends—
That's right—that's right—
Loila didn't know if it was because she had just woken up or because of the nightmare, but she felt that her thoughts were in a mess, like a broken string.
"I need to calm down," Loila took another deep breath and began to mutter, "The core of magic array science is ancient—ancient magic runes, and—and the main function of the magic array can be determined based on the runes, but even without—"
"Even without ancient magic runes as the core of the magic array, magical items can be made simply by using incantations."
"However, its duration and effectiveness will be greatly reduced, far inferior to magic array props centered around a magic array."
Looking at the rising sun peeking through the gap in the curtains, Loila let out a soft sigh of relief.
Okay—okay—
A rather busy day is about to begin—today I'm going to the secret chamber that Mr. Riddle mentioned! This is something to be very excited about!
Loila pursed her lips, trying to cheer herself up, then flicked her wand and drew back the curtains.
"Goo?" Sia, standing on the owl stand, slightly raised her head to look at Loila.
"Good morning—good morning." Loila smiled slightly. "Good morning, Sia."
"Gurgle"
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