blogombal Chapter 147 Trust Crisis
Chapter 147 Trust Crisis
Chapter 147 Trust Crisis
Amidst the slightly frightened looks in the three people's eyes, the door to the lounge was slowly opened, and a black figure walked in.
The lounge was not brightly lit late at night, with only a faint, crackling campfire providing dim light.
The three of them swallowed hard, glancing at the black figure and pursing their lips.
"Who—who?!" Harry shouted boldly, raising his wand as he did so.
That must be the person who was secretly following us!
Harry made that judgment almost instantly.
His sudden shout startled the black shadow, which froze in place for a few seconds before slowly moving a few steps.
"Ah!" Ron seemed startled and threw the pillow he was holding.
"Buzz!"
As a result, the pillow was flicked away by the figure's magic wand and flew to another place.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, and swung his wand at the dark figure.
A silver light pierced the darkness of the lounge, but before it could reach the figure, it was flicked away by her sleeve.
What the hell is this?!
Even Harry was startled. Was this some kind of ghost from Hogwarts?! Or some kind of evil dark wizard?!
While Harry and Ron were both startled, Hermione frowned slightly, as if she had realized something.
She pursed her lips, gently raised her wand, and pointed: "Flash."
A faint light emanated from the tip of the cane, illuminating the dimly lit lounge and the uninvited guest.
"Huh?" Harry and Ron were both stunned as they watched the figure slowly reveal its true form in the light.
Isn't that Professor Hamilton?
Harry instinctively felt something was off—could it be that the person who had just been following behind him was really Professor Hamilton?
Is she on night patrol?
But why is that? And why is Professor Hamilton taking a break? Although the person in front of him wasn't some dark wizard, Harry still found it very strange.
"Professor Hamilton—what are you doing—" Hermione didn't seem scared at all. She jumped off the sofa, raised her wand, and came to Professor Hamilton's side.
Even when she asked the question, Professor Hamilton remained silent, simply nodding slightly and glancing towards the dormitory area.
Is this a reminder to us—go to bed and rest?
Harry suddenly discovered that he could actually read Professor Hamilton's body language—which didn't seem like a good thing after all—
However, it seems that Hermione understood as well as he did.
"Professor, are you reminding us to go and rest?" she asked with a smile. "Thank you for your concern!"
"Huh?" Ron looked at Hermione in surprise, seemingly not realizing that there was such a meaning behind it.
However, Harry understood his thoughts; he just wanted the three of them to rest—it shouldn't have been something like following him all the way and even barging into the lounge, right?
Although the professor entering the lounge didn't seem to cause any particular problem—
But no matter how much he thought about it, Harry couldn't bring himself to ask this professor who never spoke.
So he could only purse his lips, carefully walk past Professor Hamilton, and head towards his dormitory.
But just as he passed Professor Hamilton, he suddenly heard a whisper—
"Just kill him!"
"Killed—who?" Harry muttered instinctively, which seemed to surprise Professor Hamilton.
She immediately took a few steps back and looked at Harry with some surprise.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, standing at the dormitory door and looking at Harry who was standing there in a daze. "Let's go get some rest!"
"Hmm—hmm!" Harry took a deep breath, looking at Professor Hamilton's pale mask, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
In the end, he could only cautiously follow Ron into the dormitory.
Even as he lay in bed, he was still thinking about what he had just heard—it was definitely not a hallucination, because Professor Hamilton clearly hadn't expected to hear it.
Harry vividly remembered the way the figure took a few steps back—so something must have spoken just now, and it was—right on Professor Hamilton.
Could it be Professor Hamilton's voice?
Harry subconsciously began to think this way—if Professor Hamilton had just spoken, it would have been terrifying.
"Just kill him!"
Who is "he" referring to?
Could it be me?
For a moment, Harry remembered what Dobby had said: the house-elf had desperately tried to prevent him from coming to Hogwarts, and had even said that Professor Hamilton wanted to kill him—could he be right?
Harry pondered for a few seconds, but then felt he couldn't be so quick to suspect Professor Hamilton—after all, although she had followed him the whole way, she hadn't attacked him.
Moreover, judging from Professor Hamilton's previous behavior, he doesn't seem like that kind of person—but then Harry thought of Quirrell from last year.
Quirrell and Professor Hamilton were somewhat similar—Quirock's stammering and stuttering manner certainly made him seem harmless, as did Professor Hamilton's perpetually silent demeanor.
Moreover, Professor Hamilton was a Durmstrang graduate! Harry remembered Hermione mentioning that Durmstrang was a house that taught dark magic, and that he had indeed seen the Avada Kedavra curse in his first Defense Against the Dark Arts class—
Yes! Avada Kedavra—Harry hadn't expected his thoughts to be so sharp in the middle of the night. He even remembered encountering Professor Hamilton in Knockturn Alley before school started, when she casually defeated a dark wizard—
Whether Harry can be defeated is still uncertain.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Professor Hamilton was a bit strange. Should he tell Ron and Hermione?
Hermione's words—Harry thought for a few seconds, feeling that Hermione might disdainfully think he was making a fuss, after all, she had defended Lockhart in the same way before.
Now that she has joined the Pinecone Party, she will naturally defend Professor Hamilton.
"Then tell Ron!" Harry immediately tried to get out of bed to tell Ron, but found that Ron had fallen asleep sometime earlier.
Let's talk about it tomorrow then.
Harry closed his eyes nervously, fearing that Professor Hamilton might suddenly burst into the dormitory.
"Miss Nagini!"
In the office, Loila bit her lip and looked at the black-haired woman sitting in front of her, saying, "Just now, did he hear that?"
"It should be." Nagini also looked somewhat surprised, and said softly while holding a cup of coffee:
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But I was using Parseltongue!
"Could it be—could it be that Mr. Potter can speak Parseltongue?" Loila felt a little incredulous—but that was no longer the point.
The main point is that what Miss Nagini just said didn't seem to be anything nice!
It was already strange enough that I entered someone else's lounge late at night, but not only did I run into Mr. Lockhart on the way, I was also seen by three students!
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"Wouldn't I be suspected of doing something wrong?" Loila pursed her lips, a hint of fear in her eyes.
Seeing her like this, Nagini gently put down his cup and reached out to pat her head.
"Alright, Miss Hamilton," she said gently, "don't worry too much."
"If anything happens—I'll help you." She blinked. "Like what happened with Lockhart—"
"No—no need, Miss Nagini!"
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