blogombal Chapter 136 The Pinecone Party and the Letter
Chapter 136 The Pinecone Party and the Letter
Chapter 136 The Pinecone Party and the Letter
"I actually have an idea," Ezreal said softly. "Do you know the Order of the Phoenix?"
Upon hearing this word, Royla shuddered—wasn't that Dumbledore's underworld organization?!
It was mixed in with a large group of scoundrels who blindly followed Dumbledore's lead!
"We could borrow a name from the Order of the Phoenix!" Ezreal said, pursing her lips as she noticed the acorns on the table. "Like—the Acorn Party!"
What kind of name is this? And does it have anything to do with the Order of the Phoenix?
Loila pursed her lips, wanting to object, but before she could speak, she saw the other students all nodding in unison.
"Great name!"
"Catchy!" (The English name is PineconeParty)
"I love eating pine cones!"
No—this name, let alone compared to Lord Grindelwald's sorcerer party, is even a bit—strange—compared to Dumbledore's criminal organization!
Wait a minute—Loila, why are you so agitated?—It's just a bunch of students who randomly formed an organization, right?
What does this have to do with you?
Relax—play along with them for a bit, then you'll have to go see Mr. Riddle after they go to sleep.
Loila twitched her ears to calm down.
"Very well, then let's begin the founding ceremony of the Pinecone Party now!" Ezreal said, taking out a few honey candies from her pocket and placing them on the table to Loira's astonishment.
Shaking your ears won't work anymore!
And this wasn't something I bought before —
"This is a gift from Professor Hamilton after Christmas. Eating these candies means you've officially joined the Pinecone Party!"
Loila gaped as she watched the students peel open the honey tsunamis she had bought for several Galleons in Hogsmeade.
Loila also received one—she pursed her lips, and under Izaria's expectant gaze, peeled it open and tucked it under her mask—
What am I doing?! I came here to see Mr. Riddle, why... why have I suddenly joined some unknown illegal organization?! I don't even know what this organization does!
And it seems this organization was even set up for me?!
"Very good!" After seeing everyone eat the candy, Ezreal coughed and said, "Then I'll reiterate once again, our Pinecone Party's mission!"
"That means doing everything in our power to sabotage the relationship between Professor Hamilton and Mr. Lockhart!"
"Especially, we can't let Mr. Lockhart succeed in winning over Professor Hamilton!"
"Otherwise, there will never be peace in Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class again!"
"For Hogwarts! For Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"Long live the Pinecone Party!" "Long live the Pinecone Party!" "Long live the Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
Amidst the students' revelry, only Loila remained stunned on the sofa.
What do you mean by "we can't let Mr. Lockhart win over Professor Hamilton"?
What do you mean by "sabotaging their relationship"?
"Mr. Lockhart and I have nothing—nothing like that!" Loira hurriedly tried to explain, but then realized that doing so would expose her—
Her face turned bright red, and though she opened her mouth, she couldn't say anything—and then she felt a wave of dizziness.
As for what happened next, she wasn't quite sure.
"Feed? Feed?"
Loila only just woke up when the clock hands pointed to three o'clock.
"Ugh————"
She had just fainted? Loila shook her head, instinctively trying to recall why she had fainted—but a nameless fear told her—no, she absolutely couldn't think about it now—if she did, she would definitely faint again!
Are you alright?
"N-nothing--" Loila pursed her lips and glanced cautiously at Ezreal in front of her. Everyone else seemed to have left, and she was the only one cleaning up the trash in the lounge.
"If you're not busy, go back to your dorm and get some rest." Ezreal said, yawning. "You have a mission tomorrow."
Woolen cloth. "
"Task/Responsibility"
"Yeah, right." Ezreal casually tossed a piece of trash into the bin and said, "You still need to contact Miss Lovegood."
"Don't forget—" she said, slowly walking to the dormitory door. "Ha—I'm going to rest—"
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"You should go to bed early too—"
"Hmm...hmm..." Loila watched her disappear through the doorway, then took a deep breath.
What did I do tonight?
And so, on this strange night, an organization called the Pinecone Party, abbreviated as "PP", was formed.
Loila was also honored to become a founding member of this organization.
What honor?
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Loila sat at the desk, clutching her head—this organization just sounded...disorganized...
Why did I even join?
Moreover, the purpose of this organization was actually to—Loy blushed subconsciously at the thought of it.
What are they thinking?! Mr. Lockhart clearly just wants to invite me as a guest! How could he possibly be interested in someone like me, a half-blood Veela?!
Besides, I never had those kinds of thoughts about Mr. Lockhart! Royla avoids Lockhart like the plague right now—how could she possibly have that kind of relationship with him?
That kind of improper relationship!
I'm—I'm a grown adult, over sixty years old, right? Mr. Hart is only in his early twenties, not even thirty yet.
This is not pedophilia in any sense.
Wait! What am I even thinking about?! Loila slammed her head on the table, the noise drawing a glance from Sia—
Okay—okay, let's not think about it anymore—I shouldn't have gone there last night—and Mr. Riddle wasn't even in the Hufflepuff common room—
Loila took a deep breath and said, "One cup of coffee—three-tenths sugar."
"Clatter".
After taking a sip of coffee, she felt herself slowly relax.
Whether it's the Pinecone Party or Mr. Lockhart's affairs—these are things children think about—it's time for adults to do adult things.
That's right, it's writing letters —
Loila received two letters this morning. One was from Mr. Lupin, who, in addition to sending Gallon, told Loila that he seemed to have some leads.
He is currently traveling in southern Germany, where he has heard news of a magical ruin—he told Loira he would write again when he had more concrete information.
Perhaps she should prepare a wristband for Mr. Lupin as well? Luo Yi thought about it and decided against it—after all, if she did that, she wouldn't be able to experience the joy of writing back to Mr. Lupin, would she?
Then the other letter was a bit special.
This is a letter from Newt Scamander—can that guy who studies magical creatures actually write?
Loila pouted and opened the letter.
"My dearest Loila————"
How can you have no sense of boundaries at all? — We're not even friends and you're using this kind of language — Loila picked up her pen and started scribbling over the prefix; she was a little too nervous right now.
"We're not that close—" Loila bit her lip and shook her head—"You're the scoundrel who's repeatedly ruined Lord Grindelwald's plans—"
She muttered a few words to herself, then turned her attention back to the letter.
Ok?
Miss Nagini seems to be getting plenty of rest lately?
And she wants to see him?
Loila smiled faintly, quite pleased. This was wonderful—after all, she was under a Soul-Stealing Curse and carried a curse—what a pitiful person she was.
I didn't expect her to recover so quickly!
Well, Newt, you do have some... abilities, don't you?
Of course, he's still far inferior to Lord Grindelwald!
Loila smiled slightly, then waved her wand and put on a hood and mask—in that case, she should hurry over and go see Newt!