blogombal Chapter 260 Shiloh and Luna
Chapter 260 Shiloh and Luna
Chapter 260 Shiloh and Luna
Just as Loila and Miss Nagini were having a heated discussion about whether or not to go to Luna's house for Christmas, Luna Lovegood skipped barefoot to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
"Bang bang bang".
She reached out and gently knocked on the door, the rhythm of which was somewhat similar to a wizard's nursery rhyme.
"Please come in, Miss Lovegood."
Not at all surprised that Professor Shiloh Rozier knew she was outside the door, Luna pushed open the door with a smile and walked in.
"Good evening, Miss Lovegood." Shiloh Rozier sat in a chair wearing a rather formal black and red robe, with even a rather ornate red flower on her chest.
Her purple eyes were also quite serious, looking at the girl in front of her with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.
Luna Lovegood—whose father is Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor, reporter, and editor-in-chief of the wizarding world’s infamous third-rate newspaper, The Quibbler—lives in the village of Autri St. Catchpol.
Her mother passed away when she was young. The wand she uses is made of wood. — Born in 1981, she should be twelve years old this year. — Her height is about 1.5 meters. — Her weight is unknown.
Little is known about her life before Hogwarts; she is currently a Ravenclaw student and is known as the "mad girl" — well —
Hilo looked down slightly and saw Luna's exposed feet—why wasn't she wearing shoes?
Is this some kind of Hogwarts tradition?
A little suspicious, Shiloh fell into deep thought, while Luna remained silent, instead looking around Shiloh's office with a somewhat dazed expression.
The two remained silent for a long time, until Shiloh finally gave up trying to figure out why she wasn't wearing shoes, then she coughed and said, "Do you know why I asked you to come here?"
"Hmm?" Luna snapped out of her reverie at the question, then tilted her head slightly and said, "Because—the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast?"
"Hmm—not entirely." Although he had discussed the Curved Horned Snoring Beast with Miss Lovegood many times in his letters, Hilo still didn't have any leads.
She even specifically asked some of the Rozier family's spies—unfortunately, they didn't seem to know either.
"Is that... Minister Fudge's army of fire spirits?"
"?" Shiloh's eyelids twitched, and she made a mental note of the information—it could be very important if she were to have to confront the Ministry of Magic in the event of some unexpected situation.
However—that doesn't seem to be the reason I sought her out.
Then, Shiloh coughed and tapped the table lightly: "I have another reason for asking you to come here."
"It's about Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Is that so?" Luna thought for a moment and said, "Did I fail my exam?"
"We didn't have any exams, did we?"
"It seems so."
"Um----"
Hilo was silent for a few seconds, unsure how to begin. She wasn't very good at talking to others—or rather, at having a calm and composed conversation.
At Beauxbatons and at home, most people just talk in a sarcastic or sarcastic way—making it seem like that's the only way she can communicate.
Was it like this when I worked at the Ministry of Magic?
Hilo shook his head and rubbed his eyes to calm himself down.
"I'm not talking about the exam." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm asking about your previous Defense Against the Dark Arts class."
"After these past few months of classes—I feel that your foundation is quite strange—"
"I know a lot about some things, but I know nothing about others," Shiloh said, reciting his prepared quote, then feigning confusion.
"Was your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last year Professor Snape?"
"yes."
Isn't that right?
Shouldn't your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor be Royla Hamilton?
Luna's answer left Shiloh momentarily speechless. She paused, thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Professor Snape must be quite busy—he teaches two courses a year."
"really."
What are you sure about? — Hilo pursed her lips. She hadn't expected Luna Lovegood to be so difficult. — Had she realized that she was intentionally probing into Loyla's affairs?
Or was she just saying it casually?
She's a smart girl—maybe I shouldn't beat around the bush anymore—thinking this, Shiloh pursed her lips and said, "I also heard that Miss Hamilton was a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, is that right?"
"Oh, I think so."
What do you mean by "seems to be true"?
"How's her class?" Shiloh reluctantly chimed in, "Perhaps it's because there are some problems with her lessons—"
"Professor Hamilton's classes are very interesting," Luna said with a smile. "She has many teachers in her classes."
"Many teachers?"
"Mmm." Luna nodded, seemingly intrigued, and spoke much faster than before: "Professor Hamilton is a magic array expert."
"So she'll use magic array props to lead us through class."
"A magic circle item?" Hilo raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What kind of magic circle item?"
"May I take a look at it?"
"But I didn't bring it," Luna shrugged. "Can I bring it to the professor next time?"
"Hmm—" Hilo nodded knowingly, "Then could you tell me about that magic circle item first?"
I need to understand Loy Hamilton as thoroughly as possible—a person's thoughts can be gleaned from the smallest clues—the more I understand, the more I can determine whether she has betrayed Lord Grindelwald.
Although—in truth, Hilo already felt that she hadn't betrayed her—she would never believe it without solid evidence. "Of course," Luna chuckled, unaware of Hilo's thoughts. "That magic circle artifact can see a person's memories."
"Tsk—" So it was this magic array prop—Hiro sensed a bit of a coincidence. Had he almost been exposed because of something used in class?
"So what you're seeing is Miss Hamilton's memory?"
"It doesn't seem so," Luna said, tilting her head. "Some of my classmates said back then that it was a memory that Professor Hamilton had stolen from someone else."
Stolen memories?
"But I think that's impossible." Luna shrugged. "Professor Hamilton is so—"
"So serious."
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Hilo neither confirmed nor denied this—if he were truly serious, Lord Grindelwald wouldn't have had to wait fifty years.
"It contains not only Professor Hamilton's memories, but also those of Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape—ah—and it seems there's someone else whose identity I don't know." Luna thought for a moment and said, "That was a young man with heterochromia."
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Hilo frowned slightly, several people flashing through her mind, one of whom was Lord Grindelwald.
Could it be him?
Hilo paused, choosing not to ask abruptly, and instead nodded gently: "Thank you very much, Miss Lovegood—I hope you can bring that magic circle item next time, okay?"
"Yes, Professor Rozier."
Watching Luna walk away, Shiloh couldn't help but cough.
"Um—Miss Lovegood, why aren't you wearing shoes?"
"Ah—" Luna smiled upon hearing this: "My shoes are missing. They were probably from harassing the horsefly."
"I'm still looking."
"I see—" Hilo nodded gently. Although she didn't know what harassing flies were, she would punish them properly if she saw them.