The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 187 Further Research on the Magic Array

Chapter 187 Further Research on the Magic Array

Late at night, Loila stretched gently in her Hogwarts office.

Looking at the increasingly complete magic array props in front of her, she smiled slightly.

However, her smile vanished the moment she saw the Order of Merlin, Second Class, hanging on the wall.

She never wanted to have anything to do with the Ministry of Magic again; everything she did was never good—asking me for something to say in front of so many people—

Even though Mr. Parkinson apologized afterwards—well, Mr. Parkinson wasn't really wrong, even though he was a white noise generator, it was all at the Minister of Magic's request, according to him.

I've never even met him once, so why does he always cause me trouble? — What's the use of this Merlin Medal anyway?

Loila shook her head as she looked at the medal, which was probably only worth a few Gallon—what she needed most right now was Gallon.

How about combining it with that level 3 medal—wouldn't it be more valuable if sold as a set?

However, Miss Nagini seemed to like it very much—she hung the medals on the wall while muttering happily about how Loila had grown up.

"I've always been an adult," Royla pouted and shook her head, then said softly, "A cup of coffee."

Three spoonfuls of sugar.

"Clatter".

Holding the coffee on the table, Loila curled up in her chair and felt a sense of peace.

The work at Hogwarts has temporarily come to an end, and the research on magic arrays is also getting back on track—I've also met Lord Grindelwald—

Aside from agreeing to Mr. Lovegood's request for a report on magic arrays, Loila felt completely relaxed.

She had almost finished organizing it, but whether it was appropriate to report on this matter seemed to be a bit of a problem—after thinking about it carefully, she realized that she had promised Luna that she would visit her in a few days—she would talk to her about it then.

Wait a minute, isn't it a bit strange to talk about this with a student who's only about to enter second grade?

"Bang bang bang".

Just as Loila was thinking this, she suddenly heard something gently tapping on the glass.

She gently raised her head and saw an owl standing there.

This is Mr. Lupin's owl!

Loila pursed her lips, suppressing her fear of the tilted-headed owl, and carefully opened the window.

"Coo coo!"

Mr. Lupin's owl hopped onto the table and stood next to Sia, who had flown over. The two owls began to coo.

So you guys are friends too?

Loila watched the owls rubbing their heads together affectionately and felt a little envious—well, don't get me wrong, Loila didn't want to rub her head with anyone—she just thought it was a friendly gesture.

Ah—I shouldn't overthink it.

Loila opened Mr. Lupin's letter and glanced at it.

Mr. Lupin would send a letter every month, and the occasional additional letters were usually related to the magic circle.

"My dear Miss Hamilton, I have recently made some new discoveries. I have found a new site in Austria through that notebook."

"You might find this very interesting—also—"

Very well, Loila had no interest in reading the rest of the content. She waved her wand, put on her hat, and then turned and strode out of the office.

Lupin sat in the tent, yawning, with a bottle of wolfsbane potion in front of him.

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Today was the day to take his medicine—although Miss Hamilton had helped, Lupin still subconsciously felt uncomfortable every time he saw the medicine.

It also constantly reminds Lupin of his identity.

He was a werewolf—he just happened to be lucky enough to become friends with Miss Hamilton. If someone else had met Miss Hamilton, they probably wouldn't have become her friend.

He thought to himself how lucky he was—shaking his head, Lupin banished these thoughts that were likely to cross his mind at night.

It's late tonight — Lu Ping picked up the medicine and drank it all in one gulp, then let out a long sigh.

The wolfsbane potion wasn't as toxic as its name suggested, and it didn't even taste bad. In fact, Lupin wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt he could even taste a hint of strawberry in Miss Hamilton's wolfsbane potion.

Slowly setting down the potion, Lupin quietly walked to the tent, lifted the tent flap, and glanced at the moonlight outside.

I don't feel anything—Miss Hamilton's potion is as effective as ever—I'm really grateful to her.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard a noise behind him, and he instinctively grabbed his wand and turned around.

He then saw a silver-haired girl sitting in the pot used to cook porridge, looking a little dizzy and holding her hat.

"Ah—Miss Hamilton?" Lupin scratched his face, somewhat embarrassed, and put away his wand.

"Ah—Lu—Mr. Lupin—" Loila's weak, mosquito-like voice came through. She bit her lip awkwardly, wishing she could bury her head in the pot.

Why am I in such a hurry? And why am I here? I'm so impulsive. If only my position had shifted slightly...

It might just become one with the pot — of course, Luo Yili doesn't think falling into the pot is anything to be happy about.

Seeing her ears were already bright red, Lu Ping pursed his lips and walked to her side: "Maybe next time I'll put the pot somewhere else."

"Do you need my help?"

Seeing his outstretched hand, Loila bit her lip and shook her head. She carefully climbed out by grabbing the edge of the pot.

Lupin wasn't too surprised; he watched Loila slowly crawl out and shrugged.

"You received my letter, didn't you?"

"Hmm—um!" Lupin's question snapped Loila out of the awkward atmosphere.

Only then did she realize why she had come here.

"Um—Mr. Lupin, I received your letter—the magic circle—where is the magic circle?"

"Is this the site of the ruins?" Loila asked hurriedly, then took out the spoon that had somehow ended up in her robe.

"It's here." Lupin smiled gently at her hurried appearance. "But it seems a bit late now."

""

"Ah—it seems so—yes—" Loila nodded belatedly, realizing that she seemed to have broken into Mr. Lupin's bedroom in the early hours of the morning.

"Ah!" she cried out in surprise, then took a few steps back and leaned against the doorway. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Mr. Lupin!"

She realized she had just barged in so suddenly without informing Mr. Lupin—and had even messed things up—and the more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. So she stammered, "Um—I'll go back first!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Watching Loila leave, Lupin pursed his lips and finally let out a laugh.