The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 73: A Day Full of Good News

"Ah... Lockhart, Mr. Lockhart..."

I'm so unlucky!

Loila, who had just put on the mask, did not expect to bump into Mr. Lockhart in this usually deserted corridor. She looked at Lockhart with a little embarrassment, shrinking back.

"Ah! It's...it's Professor Hamilton." Lockhart also looked startled, taking a few steps back and hiding his hands behind his back.

He seemed a little embarrassed... Loira, you're really amazing, you actually turned such an excellent and lively professor into someone just like you...

Loila felt a little ashamed and wanted to apologize to Mr. Lockhart, while also making it clear that she wouldn't tell anyone about it.

But Mr. Lockhart didn’t seem to want to talk to Loila at all. He nodded somewhat awkwardly and then quickly walked past her.

However, the corridor seemed a bit too crowded, and Loila had blocked it all up.

Loila quickly tried to step aside to make room for Mr. Lockhart, but Lockhart simply turned and walked in another direction.

"Ah... Lo..." Loila didn't even have time to call out to him.

Why...why would this happen...? Loila looked at his back and pursed her lips helplessly. Does Mr. Lockhart hate her that much?

We were having such a pleasant conversation just now... Royla felt like she might never be able to be friends with Mr. Lockhart...

Thinking about it this way, her good mood vanished instantly.

Miss Lovegood, could you please comfort me again...? No, no, Loira, you can't rely on Miss Lovegood like this. She's still a student, and you're a mature adult!

Loila clenched her fist and pursed her lips, determined to let Mr. Lockhart know that she wouldn't go around telling him his embarrassing stories.

It's all that damned person's fault... Loila looked around before daring to continue thinking: It's all that damned person's fault!

"Clatter".

After closing the office door, Loila coughed lightly twice and then took off her mask.

"Um?"

When was the diary on the table opened?

She felt a little nervous as she watched Mr. Riddle's diary being opened.

Has someone come in?

No way... I clearly set up a magic array on it...

"Good afternoon, Miss Hamilton." Riddle's handwriting suddenly appeared slowly, which surprised Loila.

Since arriving at Hogwarts, Mr. Riddle seemed to be lost in his memories of the past, and Loira hadn't seen him initiate a conversation with her for a long time.

The stories from the past are truly captivating.

"?" As if noticing Loila's dazed state, Mr. Riddle slowly wrote a question mark.

"Ah... sorry!" muttered Loila, hurriedly picking up her quill and writing, "Good afternoon, Mr. Riddle."

"Have you stopped reminiscing about Hogwarts lately?"

"..."

Riddle fell silent. Loila lowered her head awkwardly, twirling her quill. She really knew how to leave others speechless.

"No," Riddle replied again, his elegant handwriting flowing like a dragon's wings. "That's all unimportant now. Do you remember the secret room I mentioned before?"

Of course I remember! Loila even thinks about the secret room when she's sleeping!

This is something related to magic arrays! Its importance is second only to Lord Grindelwald's mission, which has yet to be completed.

"It's about time," Riddle continued. "It's time for me to keep my promise."

"Mmm-hmm!" Loila nodded excitedly, and eagerly wrote in her diary, "When? Now?"

Loila, who had initially felt a bit tired, now felt full of energy.

"Not now."

"Ah..." Loila sighed in disappointment.

I'm so tired, I just want to rest...

"Halloween," Riddle wrote slowly. "Take me with you on Halloween night."

"I will guide you to the secret room."

Halloween... It's almost a month away... Without knowledge of magic arrays, will I even survive until then?

At least there's some time now, so I don't have to ask three times a day anymore... Loila glanced at her diary and even felt that the pages seemed a bit dirty from her writing.

There's clearly a magic array at work...

Slowly closing her diary, Loila coughed as she lay down on the bed.

With news of the magic array, I'm sure everyone can have a good nap this afternoon.

"Knock knock knock".

"Huh?!" Loila, who had just closed her eyes, was startled by the sudden knocking on the door and jumped out of bed.

"Hello, Professor Hamilton."

Who is this?

Loila was a little confused by the sounds outside the door. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic had attacked?

Loila instinctively gripped the wand on her sleeve.

"I am Bibi, a house-elf at Hogwarts."

"Biblio?" Loila thought for a few seconds and then remembered him. He seemed to be the house-elf who had brought her to Hogwarts before... the house-elf who had suddenly appeared in her room.

This time, he didn't... teleport in directly?

Although Hogwarts has the Anti-Apparition Charm, it is clearly not very effective against house-elves.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has something he wants to tell you."

Seemingly noticing that Loila hadn't replied for a while, Bibi asked, "Are you there?"

"I...I'm here..." Loila quickly got out of bed and walked barefoot to the office door.

"Is it... just you outside?" Loila asked in a low voice, a little worried. What if Miss Granger was lurking outside?

She had spotted Miss Granger squatting at the office door several times in a row.

"It's just me, Professor Hamilton." Bibi's voice sounded a little confused.

"That's...that's good..." Loila quickly opened the office door a crack, just enough for her to show half of her face.

"Is...is something the matter? Mr. Bibi?" Loila seemed to feel much less pressure when facing house-elves, as long as they didn't teleport in front of her...their small size made them much less of a burden to Loila.

"Sir?" Bibi paused for a moment, then blinked and smiled. "Professor Hamilton, Headmaster Dumbledore wants to tell you some good news."

"Good...good news?" Loila immediately became wary; she didn't think Dumbledore would be so kind.

"Yes," Bibi nodded and said, "Halloween is coming soon."

"Headmaster Dumbledore has a good idea."

"I want to convey this to the professors as soon as possible."

"Dumbledore" "A good idea"

Loila felt her hair stand on end.

This doesn't just represent danger, it represents extreme danger!

Bibi, of course, had no idea what Loila was thinking. He bowed slightly and said, "Headmaster Dumbledore hopes to hold a masquerade ball, where all the students and professors will dress up as something else to attend."

A costume party...?

"You must be very happy, right?" Bibi said, looking at the stunned Loila. "I know that female wizards, especially a beautiful lady like you, must love balls."

"Ha...haha...is that so...is that so?"

Loila felt as if her body no longer belonged to her; at this moment, it belonged to Death.