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Chapter 317 Isn't this my home?
Chapter 317 Isn't this my home?
A flash of silver light appeared, and Loila's figure slowly emerged.
The first thing those blue eyes saw was that little house.
But the moment Loila saw the little house, her eyes and expression froze slightly.
This place seems a bit... a bit familiar, doesn't it?
The wind chimes hanging on the porch—the cornflowers blooming in the garden by the door—the basilisk, controlled by many wizards—
Except for the last thing—everything else—isn't this my own home?!
Roy rubbed his eyes, almost unable to believe what he was seeing—this really was—this really was his home!
The place where Loira had lived for eleven years, the home she had never returned to after becoming a student at Durmstrang—now it stood before her—like a dream—
Could this really still be a dream?
After all, what's with that snake monster at the door? Wait a minute—it looks kind of familiar—isn't that the snake monster I put in the Spatial Expansion Book?
Um----
Hey?
Where is my book?
Loila then realized that the Space Stretch book, which should have been hanging on her waist, was missing—well, that's not important now.
The important question is why Mr. Lupin's necklace is here—and where is he himself—and who are these wizards?
"Who are you?" A wizard who controlled the basilisk noticed Loila. He immediately frowned and walked over, looking down at Loila, who was several heads shorter than him.
"Ah—that—I—I—" Loila immediately tensed up when suddenly questioned by a stranger. She lowered her head and clenched her hands, unsure of how to answer.
Should I—should I—act more assertive?
But they should know where Mr. Lupin is—
"that----"
"What are you stammering about!" The wizard seemed impatient and said fiercely, "This is the Hamilton family's private residence. All irrelevant people, get out of here!"
The Hamilton family's private residence?
Loila's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "I—I—I am Hamilton—"
"I am Roy—Roy Hamilton." Royla said, bowing slightly. "Um—this place seems to be mine—"
"You're Loila Hamilton?!" Before Loila could finish speaking, the wizard in front of her was startled.
She just said she was Roy Hamilton.
That half-breed Veela?! The one that Master Peterson listed as the most dangerous freak?!
Why is she here? Didn't Master Peterson say she was unconscious?
How did I end up here? The wizard, whose name was unknown, panicked for a moment. He subconsciously took a few steps back and then gripped his wand tightly.
"Ah—that—Loila—" Now it was his turn to stammer. Master Peterson had said that although she was a monster, her wand-wielding skills were comparable to Dumbledore's—
"What are you doing here?" He thought for a long time before giving this answer.
"Hmm—" Loila pursed her lips and asked, "I've come—to find a friend."
Is Mr. Lupin here?
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"Gulp." The wizard swallowed hard. "No—I don't know him—"
"Then why—why is my basilisk here?"
"Ah—is that a basilisk?"
"First time seeing this? — It seems really impressive!"
The other wizards surrounding them also seemed to know nothing, exchanging bewildered glances, unsure how to respond.
What's going on here? — Roy stood there awkwardly, not knowing what was happening — Logically speaking, aren't Hamilton's people his family?
Why are they in their own home? And why are they fighting the basilisk? Or rather, why is the basilisk fighting them?
Who released the basilisk?
Loila felt dizzy, and since she wasn't feeling well to begin with, she stumbled a few steps and had to hold onto the garden fence beside her.
What's going on?!
Seeing her like this, the wizards dared not make any rash moves, wondering what Loila was planning to do.
Could it be that they've seen through our lie? Come to think of it—who could possibly be fooled by such a lie!
"Hmm." Loila, leaning on the railing, suddenly let out a soft moan—
These railings feel so familiar—ah—because this is my home—this cool, refreshing feeling is incomparable to the iron bars of Durmstrang's solitary confinement cell or the fences of any other prison.
"Um—Miss Loila—" The wizard pursed his lips and gave a fawning smile, "It's so messy here, why don't you go back and rest for a bit before coming back?"
"No—no need—" Loila quickly shook her head, realizing that her own wild thoughts were a bit rude.
"I came here—to see Mr. Lupin," Loila said, pursing her lips. "Is he really not here?"
"Ah—that—"
The wizard who had spoken to Loila pursed his lips and rubbed his hands together. "We really don't know—"
"You—you're sick too?" Loila asked, looking at his drenched sweat. "Your head—you're sweating so much."
"No, no!" The wizard waved his hand. "That's not true—it's just my constitution—"
What an amazing physique!
But if Mr. Lupin isn't here, why is his necklace here? — As Loila was pondering this, she suddenly saw more than a dozen wizards hurriedly walking out of the house, looking extremely serious.
Well!
Is this a welcome gift?
Isn't this a bit too much? — I'm just — a mixed-race Veela — and yet so many people have come to greet me —
Loila looked at the nervous wizards a little embarrassedly: "Um—no need—no need for that—"
I'm just here to find someone —
If all else fails—why don't we go in and take a look? Maybe Mr. Lupin is actually inside?
Loila pursed her lips and then slightly raised one foot.
"Gurgle."
Upon seeing her move, the observing wizards all subconsciously swallowed hard.
"Um—Miss Loila—you—"
"May I—may I go in and take a look?"
"Ah—" The wizard's forehead was covered in even more sweat: "It's not very clean inside—"
"We're still cleaning—"
"It's okay."
What a wonderful person he is! But he's already at his doorstep and he doesn't go in to check on things—isn't that strange? And, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Loila has a feeling that Mr. Lupin is inside the house.
"I'll just go in—go in and take a look." Loila pursed her lips and said, "This is my—my home, isn't it?"
"Forehead----"
Can we let her in? What if she's discovered?
Just when all the wizards were at a loss, a person that Loila was quite familiar with slowly walked out of the room.
"Good afternoon, cousin." Peterson pushed up his glasses and bowed slightly.