socalfunplaces Chapter 225 Hagrid's Trouble
Chapter 225 Hagrid's Trouble
Chapter 225 Hagrid's Trouble
"Sitting in his office, Roy casually waved his wand, causing the prototype of the automatic engraving magic circle machine to draw an energy storage magic circle."
It's so easy! — With it, Loila made the dull pendants much more frequently, which gave her more time to do other things.
For example, researching new magic arrays.
There haven't been any new discoveries in Mr. Lupin's recent letters, and it seems that finding Mr. PH in Germany is a bit difficult, after all, Germany is a very large country.
But—how come Loila remembers that Germany used to be bigger?
I don't really understand you Muggles ——————
Shaking her head, Loila turned her attention back to the magic circle in front of her.
Do you remember the cipher found in the secret room? It was the same ancient script that was encrypted in werewolf language, just like the Dark Rune.
After Mr. Lupin's explanation over the past few days, the meaning of that magic circle has finally been revealed.
To be honest, Loila felt that this magic circle was somewhat useless, about as useless as a magic circle that could only emit light.
Because the function of this magic circle is mind reading—that is, to see other people's thoughts—but it also has very high limitations.
It requires both people to wear this magic circle.
Then why don't I use mind control?
Speaking of Legilimency, Royla thought of that old guy Dumbledore—he actually used Legilimency on her the first time they met—he was evil to the core, no, he was evil to the marrow.
As she was thinking this, Loila couldn't help but glance up at the office door. Although Dumbledore had toned it down a lot this semester, Loila was still a little worried that he might knock on the door at this moment.
After waiting a few seconds and confirming that nothing of the sort had happened, Loila breathed a sigh of relief and then turned her attention back to the magic circle.
Although this magic circle is a bit useless, I still have to make it myself to see how it goes. After all, there are no useless magic circles, only magic circle scientists who don't know how to think.
Furthermore, Loira already had an idea, but it was a bit too unconventional. She needed more time to design it and also needed to combine it with the previous magic arrays.
"Bang bang bang".
"Huh?!"
Is it Dumbledore?
Loila was startled by the knock on the door. Her first thought was that it was that old man Dumbledore—why was he playing mind games?!
Should I come when I think he won't come?
"Professor Hamilton, are you there?"
"Huh?"
Hearing the voice outside the door, Loila paused for a moment, because it wasn't Dumbledore's voice, but Hagrid's.
Why would he come looking for me?
And the voice sounded quite anxious—
Let's turn back time by one hour.
In the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were frowning as they looked at the three people in front of them.
"What do you want from us here?" Harry asked, gripping his wand.
"Hmph, is being impatient a tradition of your Potler family?" Malfoy sneered. "You'll have plenty of time to be impatient later!"
"We're not in a hurry," Harry said to Malfoy, pursing his lips. "After all, you're not hiding in your dorm like you always are!"
As he spoke, Harry raised his wand, and Hermione and Ron followed suit.
Although Harry didn't know why Malfoy had arranged to meet in the Forbidden Forest, he was certain Malfoy had no good intentions.
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"I told you not to rush, Pott." Seeing Harry and the others raise their wands, Malfoy shrank back and quickly said, "I'm not here to fight you this time."
"Or is this all the barbarians from Gryffindor can do?"
"We're third-grade students now, we need to solve problems like third-grade students, do you understand?"
"What is he babbling about—" Ron's lips twitched as he looked at Hermione and Harry. "Is this still Malfoy?"
"Besides spouting disgusting and offensive things, how could he say something like that?"
"You penniless Weasley, I heard you muttering something!"
"Ah—he really is Malfoy."
Seeing the three men simultaneously break into smiles, Malfoy suppressed his anger, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand, saying, "Do you remember that rumor from last year?"
"Which rumor?" Ron shrugged. "Is it the rumor that your father is actually a Death Eater?"
"Do you really enjoy interrupting, Weasley?"
"Alright, Ron—let's hear what he has to say." Hermione tugged at Ron's sleeve.
"After all, we're not really here to fight him."
"So that's not how it was before?" Ron scratched his head.
Seeing their whispers, Malfoy coughed, barely suppressing his anger, and continued, "The rumor I was referring to is the one about Professor Hamilton!"
"It's the legend of that silver-haired lake fairy."
"Ah—it's that rumor!" Upon hearing Malfoy's words, Harry immediately remembered, since it was ultimately the three of them who spread that rumor.
On Halloween night, they saw a silver-haired girl riding a unicorn. At the time, they thought she was some kind of fairy from the lake, but now it seems that she was actually Professor Hamilton.
But why is he bringing this up now? Does he like Professor Hamilton?
Harry subconsciously pursed his lips and tightened his grip on his wand.
"Since you already know, then I don't need to waste my time explaining to you, right?" Malfoy said with his head held high. "I called you here today to have a competition."
"Let's see who can ride the unicorn first!"
"Huh?" Ron, Hermione, and even Harry were stunned.
What is this thing?
"You—" Ron pursed his lips, almost wanting to ask Malfoy if he had something wrong with his brain—riding a unicorn, let alone whether they could even ride one, they probably didn't even know where a unicorn was, right?
And why compare this?
Does Malfoy want to be a fairy too?
The three exchanged a glance and smiled simultaneously; clearly, they had thought of the same thing.
Malfoy watched them burst out laughing, his face instantly turning bright red. Clearly—even he found the whole thing a little strange—but—
The thought of Miss Parkinson's made Malfoy realize that as her boyfriend, he absolutely could not back down!
She apparently didn't buy anything at the recent Pinecone Party auction and cried for days, so Malfoy decided to cheer her up with a big gift.
Nothing could make her happier than the fur of the unicorn that Professor Hamilton once rode, right?
However, obtaining a unicorn's fur is a very troublesome matter—Malfoy doesn't know where the unicorn is, but he knows someone does—
For example, Poot and his friends who get along well with that idiot Hagrid—and even Malfoy knows that getting close to a unicorn isn't so simple.
But Potter really showed off to another beast before, so he should be able to get close to the unicorn too, right?
When he gets on the unicorn, I'll cut off a handful of its fur. Maybe the startled unicorn will even make him fall over.
Hmph—Malfoy had never thought of himself as such a genius.
After hearing the story, Loila's lips twitched slightly, and then she couldn't help but ask, "So—that's why he was injured because of the unicorn?"
"That's right, Professor Hamilton," Hagrid said with a mournful face, "They're going to put the unicorn on trial because of this!"
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