blogombal Chapter 300: Let's stop doubting each other.
Chapter 300: Let's stop doubting each other.
Chapter 300: Let's stop doubting each other.
"Watch out—Peterson?"
Miss Nagini's words made Loila shudder.
Be careful what Peterson does?
Could it be that Miss Nagini suspects Peterson?
Don't do that—we shouldn't be so quick to suspect each other—Miss Shiloh isn't a bad person, and neither is Peterson—
Loila pursed her lips as if she wanted to say something, but Nagini gently extended her finger to cover Loila's mouth.
"Could you please let me finish speaking?"
"Hmm...hmm." Loila nodded.
"After that conversation between you and Peterson—I had a feeling that he might be hiding something from you."
"So I've been secretly following him for the past few days," Nagini said, lowering her voice. "And then today..."
"That is, before you fell from the sky—I followed him to the third-floor restroom."
"But since it was the men's restroom, I didn't go in—and then," Nagini paused, "he just disappeared."
"When I saw him again: he wasn't in the castle; he was in the backyard," Nagini added, "the one closer to the Quidditch pitch."
"Do you understand what this means?"
"Ah—perhaps you just didn't see it, Miss Nagini," Loira explained, her face a little pale. "Besides, Hogwarts is huge, isn't it?"
"Not necessarily." Nagini gently shook his head and looked at Loila, saying, "His disappearance coincides with the time you fell from the sky."
"Therefore, we cannot help but suspect that he may very well be the one who drugged him."
"Ugh—no—no." Loila's body trembled slightly, but she still managed a pale smile. "Peterson is my family—and he had no reason to kill me, did he?"
“That’s not necessarily true.” Nagini paused and said, “Loila—if what Mr. Parkinson said is true, then you are the heir to the Hamilton family.”
"Peterson Hamilton wants to kill you—isn't that easy to understand?"
"But—but—" Loila thought for a moment and said, "Isn't he still very concerned about the magic circle—about it?"
"If I really die—then what about the magic circle and all that—"
"Has he been inquiring about magic arrays lately?" Nagini continued, "No, I don't think so?"
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Looking at the silent Loila, Nagini slowly said, "Of course—I'm not sure he's the murderer."
"Peterson can't be the murderer."
"But what I mean is you should be careful of him."
"Just like Professor Rozier," Nagini paused, then said, "What she was doing during that time—I don't know either."
"And she could very well be a member of the UMNO," Nagini said, lowering her voice. "Believe me—they're not good people."
"Hmm."
Why does everyone doubt Miss Shiloh? — Loila bit her lip, her ears drooping, and said, "I — I know."
"I'll stop tracking him for now," Nagini said slowly. "Your safety is more important."
"I can—I can protect myself," Loila said, clenching her fist.
"That's not necessarily true." Nagini looked at her and smiled gently, reaching out to pat her head. "Even a silent witch has things she can't handle."
"For example, falling from the sky."
"Ugh." Loila's face turned pale when she heard the word. Riding a broom has now become a complete nightmare for her.
She felt she would probably never ride a broomstick again in her life—after all, flying was just too terrifying—and what if she fell down or something?
Good evening, Professor Rozier.
"Good evening, Professor Snape."
Late at night, Hilo looked at the person who was also holding a lantern with some surprise and nodded.
"Are you on night patrol today too?" she asked slowly.
"Hmm." Snape nodded. "There have been some thieves with shady hands lately."
"They came to steal my medicinal herbs." He paused, then added, "Do you know what happened yesterday?"
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"What is it?" Shiloh raised her eyelids, though she already knew what Snape was talking about.
"Regarding Miss Hamilton," Snape said coldly, "our lazy Miss Hamilton was almost smashed into a pulp."
"I've heard a little about it." To avoid suspicion, Hilo didn't deliberately inquire about the matter; she only knew the details and the outcome.
"I might be very happy if she were to die from the fall." She smirked coldly.
"Heh," Snape chuckled coldly, "but it's best not to say such things now."
"Why?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow. "When did you two become friends?"
"Friends?" Snape gave a mocking smile. "Making friends with idiots will only make you an idiot too."
"Of course I have no interest in that," he said, pursing his lips. "It's just that it wasn't an accident; there were traces of a potion."
"Traces of a potion?" Hilo narrowed his eyes slightly. So, was someone behind this? Who could it be?
And why are you telling me this?
Hero had never thought Snape would care about such things—after all, besides potions, it seemed his only thought was to make things difficult for Mr. Potter.
Looking at Snape's expressionless face, she had many guesses.
Are they doubting themselves?
Come to think of it—after all, not only did I not get along well with Miss Hamilton, but I was also skilled at making potions.
He even had more than one motive for murder—was he being suspected?
Seeing that Heero remained silent, Snape casually changed the subject: "Do you have any extra Flobber Caterpillar slime?"
"I'd like to borrow some from you."
"Floppy caterpillar slime?" Shiloh paused for a moment, then realized what he meant.
Sure enough—they have some doubts about themselves—but—you've definitely doubted the wrong person.
"Of course," Shiloh nodded gently. "Do you need it now?"
"That would be perfect." Snape gave a smile that lacked any real mirth.
The two walked one after the other down the corridors of Hogwarts. As they walked, Heero slowly said, "So Professor Snape is trying to make some sleeping potions?"
"Hmm?" Snape raised an eyebrow expressionlessly.
"After all, the ingredients for the sleeping potion include Flybow caterpillar slime." Heero said with a slight smile, his purple eyes meeting Snape's for a few seconds.
"No need." Snape suddenly stopped, then shrugged. "I think I have some left over."
"Also—there are some other things to do."
Watching Snape walk away, Shiloh waved goodbye to him expressionlessly, and only after he disappeared around the corner of the corridor did Shiloh reveal a slight smile.
Having cleared himself of suspicion in front of Dumbledore—then the next step is to find out the real culprit who wants to get rid of the parasite—isn't it?
Hilo shook her head slightly; there weren't many suspects left.
But could it be him?
If it's him—why?