socalfunplaces Chapter 363 Conversation in the Principal's Office
Chapter 363 Conversation in the Principal's Office
Chapter 363 Conversation in the Principal's Office
"First of all, I'm very pleased that you, Remus, have agreed to take this job." Dumbledore slowly sat down in the headmaster's office, looking at the two people in front of him, and said, "Especially in such a turbulent time."
"I'm glad I could help Headmaster Dumbledore," Lupin said gently. "After all, you've helped me a lot before."
"————" Loila pouted as she looked at the two of them. What was there to thank Dumbledore for? You were working for him too! Investigating Voldemort and all that was so dangerous! It was only right that he helped you!
Hearing Lupin's reply, Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Moreover, this year's situation is special, and you are the most suitable person for this position."
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Why?
The only unusual thing about this year is the Goblet of Fire, isn't it? What does this have to do with Mr. Lupin? Did Mr. Lupin participate in it before?
Loila looked at Lupin and was surprised to find a hint of melancholy in his smile. He pursed his lips and said, "About Sirius—I'm so sorry—"
"I will stop him," he said, pausing for a moment. "He will go back to where he belongs."
Sirius?
Ah—it's that fugitive, isn't it? Loila pursed her lips, not quite understanding what Mr. Lupin was talking about. Could it be that they knew each other before?
Seemingly understanding Royla's confusion, Dumbledore said while opening a bag of cockroaches, "Remus and Sirius used to be friends."
"Friend?!" Loila paused for a moment and looked at Lupin. I thought we were each other's first friend!
A feeling of betrayal —
"But that was before he made a mistake," Lupin said, straightening his expression. "Now he's just a criminal, nothing more."
"I will stop him from hurting Harry." Lupin's words made Loira nod as if she understood.
She recalled that during the Quidditch World Cup, Ciri seemed to have mentioned that Sirius Black came to kill Mr. Potter—hmm—so will he come to Gwarts?
"Isn't this insane?" Loila glanced at Dumbledore, who was happily eating a pile of cockroaches, and didn't know what to say.
Don't let this old guy's harmless appearance fool you—I still vividly remember how he beat up Miss Shiloh last semester!
"This matter won't be left to your Remus alone," Dumbledore said slowly. "This year's Hogwarts also has the Goblet of Fire—with so many people and so much gossip—the chances of Sirius sneaking in are even higher."
"So there will be Aurors from the Ministry of Magic coming this year as well," Dumbledore said, pausing for a moment. "They will also assist us."
This is not good news—I still need to kill Karkaroff, and too many Aurors wouldn't be good—
However, after thinking about it, Loila couldn't figure out how to stop it.
It seems a bit too deliberate to suddenly say something at this moment.
"An Auror?" Lupin paused for a moment. "I thought it would be Royla—" Clearly, he thought Dumbledore had asked Royla to come along because of this matter.
But his words did give Loila a glimmer of hope. Yes, I could try to catch Sirius Black, but I might accidentally kill Karkaroff because I mistook him for someone else.
“Miss Hamilton has her own work, and it’s certainly not easy,” Dumbledore said, looking at Loira. “Miss Hamilton—what do you know about the Goblet of Fire?”
"Ah—" Startled by the question, Loila paused, thought for a few seconds, and then said uncertainly in a low voice, "It's probably—a competition or something—"
"A group of people overcame numerous difficulties—and then obtained—the Goblet of Fire?"
Loila's explanation was as good as no explanation at all. Lupin couldn't help but chuckle, and Dumbledore also smiled.
Don't act like I'm some kind of clown. Is it shameful to not know the Goblet of Fire? I'm not here to participate in the Goblet of Fire; I'm here to kill!
"The Goblet of Fire tournament generally refers to the Triwizard Tournament, in which Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang each send a hero to participate in a competition that tests their magical talent, courage, and wisdom, selected by the Goblet of Fire."
"The bravest person with the highest final score will be the winner," Lupin said succinctly. "However, because too many people died before, it was suspended for a long time."
"It has only now finally recovered."
Ah—so dead people are a tradition in the Goblet of Fire, right? Then let me continue this tradition, I'll do it even without pay!
"Therefore, Miss Hamilton—" Dumbledore continued, picking up where Lupin left off, "as a professor at Hogwarts, you will be involved in the development of the Goblet of Fire competition—"
"Hmm?" Loila blinked.
"I seem to recall mentioning this before." Dumbledore met her somewhat bewildered gaze.
"I don't remember at all—" Loila bit her lip, a slight headache on her face. She was reluctant to accept it—but then she thought of Lord Grindelwald's mission—
Ah—this year looks like it's going to be very busy—and isn't it a bit too late to think about the competition content now?
"Don't worry, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore shrugged. "As is customary, each school will be responsible for one section."
"Hogwarts is in charge of the final hurdle," Dumbledore chuckled. "You still have about four or five months."
I see — then I think we can study that after we kill Karkaroff.
Loila felt much more relaxed. She nodded and said, "I—I understand—"
"I'll help you too, Loila," Lupin shrugged.
"Ah—but Rem—aren't you supposed to be in charge of Sirius—?"
"Can't I do these two things together?" Lupin smiled gently. "You've already helped me so much—whatever you need, I'll help you."
Is murder even acceptable?
Actually, compared to the Goblet of Fire or anything like that, killing was what bothered Royla more—but she decided to forget about it—she couldn't involve Mr. Lupin.
Loila then gave a slightly forced smile and nodded.
"By the way, Miss Hamilton, how are your preparations going regarding this year's classes?"
Dumbledore's sudden question startled Royla: "Are you... alright?"
Attending classes is much easier for her now, partly because she's become more familiar with the material, and partly because she has the textbook.
"That's good." Dumbledore nodded gently. "After all, with Sirius's situation now in mind—being too covered up might cause unnecessary trouble."
"Huh?" Loila suddenly looked up.
"What are you talking about—what preparations?!"
"Of course—it's preparation for attending class without a mask." Dumbledore's eyes crinkled with amusement. "Miss Hamilton, have you forgotten our conversation at the end of last semester?"
"Hmm!"