The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 278 The Sound of the Harmonica in the Past

Chapter 278 The Sound of the Harmonica in the Past

Dumbledore really knows how to give us things to do —

This thought wasn't just on Loila's mind; Shilo Rozier, who was also sitting on the professor's chair, pursed his lips as well.

Since their conversation outside the school hospital that day, Shiloh had been busy. She thought Dumbledore might have figured out her relationship with Miss Hamilton—but he just asked her some questions about the dueling club.

"Professor Rozier, I think you need to work even harder," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Besides, there's a lot about the dueling tournament that requires your help."

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In silence, Shiloh was forced to get involved in these somewhat troublesome matters—in fact, her work was already finished.

After all, she wasn't here to be a Hogwarts professor; her mission was simply to investigate whether Loira Hamilton had betrayed them.

Now that the task is complete—in fact, Shiloh could easily find an excuse to resign—but that would be too conspicuous.

Since the contract with Hogwarts was only for one year anyway, Heero would return to the Rosier family after the second semester ended.

If that's the case—shouldn't I find something to do while I'm here?

Of course; her primary task was to help Miss Loy Hamilton; after several days of thought, Shiloh had figured out how to help her.

That means ignoring her—or even better, causing her some trouble.

This way, she could completely sever ties with her and prevent Dumbledore from becoming too suspicious of her. Fortunately, Heero was good at this; she gave Loila a cold look, which made the professor of magic arrays shudder.

Then Dumbledore turned his gaze toward him.

Heroine gave Dumbledore a fake smile and then lowered her head slightly.

I don't know how she gained Dumbledore's trust—was it because she was stupid enough?

Yes, although Loila is a member of the Usurpation Party and has not betrayed Lord Grindelwald, Shiloh still thinks she's a fool.

To trust that family member who appeared out of nowhere so much—it's hard to say this isn't foolish—and yet, to have no complaints about it at all.

Hilo could tell that although he hadn't treated her well before, she surprisingly didn't have any complaints about his previous behavior.

That's foolish too.

Hero sighed softly at this thought. "So, we were all fools," he thought, "choosing to follow Lord Grindelwald fifty years after his defeat."

So stupid, it's pathetic.

Seeing Miss Hilo suddenly sigh, Loira had no idea why, and could only guess that it might be related to her.

Maybe it's because I—I'm too annoying?

Loila's conjecture was half right to some extent.

However—if only I could find another opportunity to talk to Miss Shiloh, she must also be very interested in Lord Grindelwald's situation, right?

And if we could get Miss Shiloh's help, things should go smoothly at Hogwarts, right?

I just don't know if Miss Hero will be at Hogwarts —

"Miss Hamilton."

"Huh?" Loila suddenly looked up at Dumbledore.

"You seem to be thinking about something very troubling," Dumbledore asked casually.

"Ah—cough cough—no!" Loila quickly shook her head: "There's absolutely nothing bothering me!"

"That's good." Dumbledore smiled gently. "After all, we'll need your help quite a bit later."

This doesn't seem like a good thing.

Loila could only manage a forced smile in response to his smile, and even that smile was partially hidden by her mask.

"Buzz~ Buzz~"

The delicate sound of a harmonica rang out in the forest, swirling with the snowflakes and landing on the silver-haired girl's pointed ears.

"Mom, it sounds so good!"

"Of course." The woman reached out and touched the girl's hair. "This is a piece that Dad composed himself."

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"Oh, it was Dad who made it!" The girl twitched her ears. "Can I play it again?"

"Cough cough—cough cough cough, hasn't Loila already learned it?" The woman coughed a few times and then said with a soft laugh, "Why don't you play it for your mother?"

"But Royla doesn't play well."

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"It's okay if it's not good." The woman blinked. "Besides, who said Royla's singing was bad?"

"It sounds really good."

"Really—really?"

"Of course it's true." The woman said, handing the harmonica to the girl. "Let your mother hear it, okay?"

"Okay—okay." The girl, having mustered her courage, pursed her lips, picked up the harmonica, and gently pressed it against her lips.

"Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~"

A slightly awkward sound came from the harmonica, but it was surprisingly good. In tune, the woman closed her eyes slightly and hummed softly.

A beautiful song drifted through the woods, and a smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Cough cough cough." But the woman coughed a few more times before finally smiling.

"You play so beautifully, Loila," the woman said, patting the girl's head. "When you get to school, you have to play for your classmates too."

"Classmates—classmates?" The girl's face showed a nervous expression. "Why—why does Loira have classmates?"

"Because Loila will be a wizard—and wizards have to attend classes." The woman said, tapping the girl's nose with her finger.

"Loila is not a wizard, Loila is a Veela."

"Veeps can be wizards too," the woman said softly. "And Loila will definitely become a very powerful wizard."

"As good as Dad?"

"She might even be more capable than Dad," the woman said with a smile. "But that depends on whether Loila can endure the loneliness."

"Can you stand being alone?" The girl paused for a moment. "Loira has a mom and dad, why would she be lonely?"

"Because once you go to school, you can't go home."

"It's only possible during holidays."

"I see... Naroila doesn't want to go to school."

The woman smiled and shook her head at the girl's words: "Perhaps there will be a day when we won't need to."

"But I'll definitely go when I'm eleven."

"But don't worry, Loila—the school you're going to will be the best school."

"The best?"

"Hmm." The woman nodded gently. "Beauxbatons, or perhaps Hogwarts—"

"Which one does Royla want to go to?"

Which one is closer?

"It should be Beauxbatons, right?" the woman thought for a moment and said, "But it's all the same to a wizard."

"The same thing—the same thing?" the girl pursed her lips and said, "Then can Loila just come back in a flash?"

"That's on the condition that Royla studies hard!"

"I'll study hard! I definitely will!" The girl nodded gently. "I'll be going home many times!"

"So many times? That's amazing!" The woman looked at the girl tenderly, as if trying to etch her image into her heart with her eyes.

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In the dim light, Loila slowly opened her eyes. She pursed her lips and slowly sat up, looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar office. She gently hugged her knees.

Why did I suddenly dream about things from the past again?

Maybe it's because I haven't been home for a long time?

I just got back here————

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