socalfunplaces Chapter 293 Cousin
Chapter 293 Cousin
Chapter 293 Cousin
"Um?
'
Peterson had just stepped out of the Muggle Studies classroom when he was somewhat surprised to see a figure in the hallway. It was a short, student-like figure, but simply standing there exuded indifference, coldness, and arrogance.
"Peterson?"
Okay—it's Roy Hamilton.
Loila saw Peterson walking out of the classroom, pursed her lips, and called out to him, "I—I have something I want to ask you—"
After speaking with Mr. Parkinson a few days ago, Loila pondered the matter for several days and even wrote a draft to memorize before finally deciding to meet with Peterson today.
She wanted to talk to Peterson about her inheritance rights.
"What happened?" Peterson looked surprised, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and said, "I have to teach a third-year class next period."
"Can you get to the point?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Um—" Loila thought for a moment and tapped her finger, "Could we talk somewhere—somewhere where there's no one else around?"
"This matter seems—it seems it's not appropriate for too many people to hear it." Loila's voice trailed off as more and more students came out.
They were all excited to see Loila standing at the door and wanted to chat with her for a bit.
"Is that so?" Peterson paused for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, "Should I ask for leave?"
"No, no, that won't be necessary!" Loila quickly waved her hand. "It won't take too long—shouldn't it?"
"should?"
Peterson muttered suspiciously, "How about we go to my office?"
"It's right next door."
Unlike Loila, whose office was in the classroom, the Muggle Studies classroom was next to her office.
"Okay—okay." Loila nodded and followed Peterson into his office.
This seems to be the first time Loila has entered Peterson's office—Peterson's office is quite tidy, quite different from the office of a certain magic array professor, and it is filled with all kinds of books.
However, upon closer inspection, one might be surprised to find that these books are all literary works.
Books like *The Wizarding Wars and Peace*, *On Wizardry*, and *Grindelwald's List* are generally similar.
Wait a minute—what does "the last book" mean?
Loila glanced at it with some interest.
She didn't come to her senses until Peterson poured a cup of black tea and placed it on the table.
"What does my cousin want to say?" Peterson asked, gesturing for Loila to sit down while holding a cup of red tea.
"Hmm—" Loila took a sip of her black tea and said slowly, "This matter is related to—and the Hamilton family."
"It's related to the family?" Peterson was even more surprised. He adjusted his glasses and said, "Has your cousin decided to go back and visit again?"
"No—no!" Loila quickly shook her head.
"Did my cousin decide to join the magic circle business?"
"No—no, it's not that either." Loila shook her head, holding her cup. "It's about—"
"Could it be that my cousin decided to put the magic circle notebook into the family vault?"
"No, not at all!" Loila's pointed ears perked up in dissatisfaction.
Can't you let me finish what I'm saying?! What are you babbling about?!
Loila took a deep breath, then parted her lips slightly: "It's about—about the inheritance."
"...
Upon hearing this, Peterson visibly frowned. He remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly wanting to say something, but then fell silent again as soon as he opened his mouth. He then slowly picked up his black tea and took a sip.
Guh————
Is my own problem really that embarrassing?
"I should have known better than to say it" — Loila's toes snapped together, her blue eyes anxiously looking at her knees.
"Cousin—who told you about this?" Peterson's voice finally came after a long pause.
Who told you this?
Loila pursed her lips and said, "A colleague." She had promised Mr. Parkinson not to reveal his name, so she had no choice but to use this excuse.
Well, that's not exactly lying, right? After all, Mr. Parkinson and I were colleagues for a while.
"A colleague?" Peterson asked almost immediately. "It's not Professor Rozier, is it?"
"Um?"
Although this person is a colleague, they are not actually colleagues.
"No—it's not Miss Shiloh." Loila quickly waved her hand.
"It's her, isn't it?" Peterson shook his head. "Besides her, I can't think of anyone else who could come up with such a vicious scheme to sow discord."
"A scheme to sow discord—?" Loila was taken aback.
"Hmm." Peterson nodded slightly, leaning back in his chair with his head tilted back. Loira couldn't see his expression, but she could hear him say slowly, "She must have been talking about my cousin's inheritance rights, right?"
"Saying things like your cousin has inheritance rights to the Hamilton family—right?"
"Hmm." Loila nodded slightly. That's what Mr. Parkinson said—
Isn't this true?
But Mr. Parkinson isn't with the Ministry of Magic—
"Cousin, do you know who is the current head of the Hamilton family?" Peterson asked slowly.
"Is he... your father?" Loila thought for a moment and gave this answer.
“That’s right.” Peterson nodded and said, “She said that to create a rift between us—so that she can carry out her vicious UMNO plan.”
Putting aside the issue of the malicious UMNO statement—it wasn't Miss Hilo who said that in the first place.
Loila was a little anxious to explain: "But this matter—"
"Does my cousin really want to inherit the Hamilton family business?" Peterson suddenly asked slowly, lowering his head slightly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
"No—no." Loila quickly shook her head. "I didn't mean that—it's just—"
"If there's no such thing, then what's the point of discussing it?" Peterson said calmly. "This whole thing was just a baseless rumor, wasn't it?"
"But—but—" Loila stammered, trying to express her thoughts, but Peterson simply shook his head and said, "Cousin, I need to prepare for the next class."
"If there's nothing else—I'll go and get ready." He said, slowly getting up.
Seeing him stand up, Loila quickly grabbed the hem of his robe: "Wait—wait a minute!"
"I have something to say—I want to get to the point," she said through gritted teeth, "It's about the inheritance—"
"Cousin," Peterson gently pulled the hem of his robe back, "I don't want this to be the last time I call you that."
"The matter of inheritance is a bit too sensitive," he said softly. "Please forgive me for being so sensitive."
"But this whole thing—it's really just a rather boring divisive tactic." He paused and said, "Unless you, cousin, really want to inherit—the Hamilton family."
He lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes silently watching Loila, who felt an unprecedented fear—it was the look in the eyes of those people from Durmstrang, the look she had seen in the German Ministry of Magic—the look she had seen in Mueller's family.
Don't—don't look at me like that—
Loila's grip loosened slightly. Peterson pulled out his robe, walked to the office door, and slowly turned his head: "Let's go, cousin. If I remember correctly, you have class next period, right?"
Loila carefully raised her head and glanced at Peterson. After not seeing that look in his eyes again, she breathed a sigh of relief—it was—it was just her imagination, right?
Peterson is my cousin and family; he wouldn't look at me like that.
But regarding the inheritance—Loy wanted to say something more, but Peterson just shrugged: "It's almost time for class, cousin."
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Watching Loila's retreating figure, Peterson silently pushed up his glasses. Instead of entering the classroom, he slowly turned and walked into his office.
He took out a piece of stationery and gently wrote words on it with a quill pen.
"My dear Edward————"