blogombal Chapter 316 Miss Hamilton, wake up soon!
Chapter 316 Miss Hamilton, wake up soon!
Chapter 316 Miss Hamilton, wake up soon!
"Ugh————"
Loila slowly opened her eyes, and the familiar ceiling came into view.
Even this description seems somewhat familiar.
Why was she in the school hospital? Loila thought for a few seconds, then remembered what had happened.
On her way to the party, she saw that magic circle—the magic circle that had kept her father from ever returning—and even now, the thought still sent a chill down Loira's spine.
Then I fainted—but it felt like a long time had passed.
Loira's memories of the dream were hazy; she only remembered that everyone seemed to be leaving—they were all going—but she thought she saw Luna—Luna was holding her hand and pressing her face against her ear—
Well!
Loila blushed and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking—but as soon as she looked down, she sensed that something was wrong.
It feels like I have something on my head?
She reached out and patted her head, then suddenly felt herself touch something familiar—
Is it a headband?
Why was she wearing a headband on her head—why was Luna wearing one too? She saw Luna lying beside her bed, also wearing a headband.
What's going on here?
Why the headbands—and Luna wears the one that enhances memories—while I wear the student-issue one for viewing memories?
Weren't those things just a dream?
Loila's face flushed even more. She pursed her lips and looked at Luna, who seemed to still be sleeping, unsure of what to do.
Wait a minute—these things don't seem to be—they're not that important anymore.
The most important thing should be—it should be Mr. Lupin—Luna said Mr. Lupin seems to have had an accident—should I—but where is Mr. Lupin?
"You're awake, Miss Hamilton?"
"Dumbledore?!" Loila was startled by the sudden voice and trembled. She looked at Dumbledore, who had walked in at some point, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.
But now seemed like the time to worry about those things, so Loila quickly asked, "Lupin—where is Mr. Lupin?"
"Remus?" Dumbledore paused for a moment, then thought for a few seconds before saying, "I'm not quite sure either."
"I just came to see if Miss Lovegood's idea had worked out," Dumbledore said, winking. "She seems to have had this idea ever since she heard about Mr. Potter."
"Thoughts??" Loila shook her head, putting those thoughts aside for the moment. She glanced at Luna, who was lying beside her bed, pursed her lips, and then gently waved her wand, carefully laying her down on the other side of the bed.
Only then did she slowly get out of bed.
But as soon as she got up, she felt dizzy. Uh-oh—was it an earthquake? Or did Dumbledore do something?
She quickly grabbed the table by the bedside to prevent herself from falling again as soon as she woke up.
And I feel so good—so comfortable—am I sick?
No—I have to go help Mr. Lupin.
Loila pursed her lips and looked at Dumbledore again, saying, "You really don't know what danger Mr. Lupin—Mr. Lupin has encountered?"
"I don't know," Dumbledore shrugged, speaking slowly under Royla's disapproving gaze. "But I know something else."
"It's also related to Remus's matter." He said, slowly picking up a note and handing it to Loila: "I found this on the table when I came back from the Ministry of Magic."
"But I don't know who left it."
Upon hearing this, Loila quickly took the note from Dumbledore and glanced at it.
"Dumbledore, if you want to save your men, come to this place!" This was followed by an address.
Putting everything else aside—isn't this clearly Miss Shiloh's handwriting?
Did Miss Shiloh leave this behind?
"Do you know who wrote this?" Dumbledore asked, shrugging.
"Ah—no—I don't know." Loila looked away awkwardly.
"However—however cough cough—this does work." Loila said, raising her wand and flicking it, before putting on her robe and hat.
"What are you planning to do?"
"I'm going—I'm going to save Mr. Lupin," Loila said, pursing her lips.
Dumbledore nodded knowingly, then lowered his voice: "Then let's get moving—"
"I've temporarily lifted the Anti-Apparition Charm from Hogwarts." He blinked. "Hopefully, this will help you."
"Ah—thank you very much—" Royla quickly raised her wand, ready to swing it, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Dumbledore: "You—aren't you going?"
"No need," Dumbledore shrugged. "Besides, you might feel awkward if I went, wouldn't you?"
,
Why?
Loila paused for a moment, then watched Dumbledore walk outside, saying as he went, "Also, Miss Hamilton—I have some things to attend to."
"Something very important."
"And I—trust you." Dumbledore turned his head slightly and smiled gently: "I trust you can do it."
You—you—you're such a cold-blooded bastard! And don't think your trust is some kind of powerful thing, that I'll foolishly listen to you just because you show it!
Loila gritted her teeth, watching Dumbledore's smile and resisting the urge to use the Crucifixion Curse. Instead, she raised her wand high and swung it.
A flash of silver light, and she vanished from the spot.
"Damn it!"
The situation inside the house wasn't good. Even if Shiloh and Lupin could guard the door, it would all be in vain if they couldn't escape.
Fortunately, the Hamiltons are not particularly bright—otherwise, it would have been terrible if they had set fire to the wall or simply torn it down.
They could even choose to remove the floorboards—Hilo subconsciously glanced at the wooden planks beneath his feet, fearing that someone might launch an attack directly from the first floor.
However, all of this seems to be in vain—after all, the reason has already been mentioned: Hamilton's brain is not particularly bright, a trait inherited from his ancestors.
But—she slightly raised her head from under the overturned desk, only to be knocked back by a curse.
Although these Hamiltons weren't very bright, they were quite skilled at using wands—they were constantly suppressing Heero and Lupin with their wands.
Even Hilo had been slightly injured in the battle.
What's worse is that it's suddenly quiet outside, presumably because the basilisk has been brought under control—that eyeless creature is just a clumsy target.
I wonder how Miss Nagini is doing—she was able to transform into an ordinary snake and escape, so she must be alright—
but----
Hilo frowned and took a deep breath—she slowly took out a rather ordinary-looking card from her bosom.
If all else fails, this is the only option—but that means taking the people from the Order of the Phoenix directly to the Malay Party headquarters—even Shiloh hesitated for a moment.
Just as she was clutching the door key, unsure of what to do, she suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the room.
"Go quickly and provide support outside!"
"There's a dangerous guy outside!"
"A dangerous guy?"
"Go and provide support immediately!"
There are reinforcements outside? Hilo paused, several names flashing through his mind—
Excluding the least likely Miss Hamilton—it must be Dumbledore, right? Did he see the note he left behind?
Damn it—am I going to be saved by Dumbledore? I can't forget this humiliation—