N-A-A Chapter 205 Cousin and Cousin
Chapter 205 Cousin and Cousin
Chapter 205 Cousin and Cousin
"Oh! Miss Nagini!"
In the professor's office, Loila rolled around on the bed, clutching her head.
"My performance must have been terrible! They won't like it!"
"They talk about magic array techniques and all that, but they haven't shown any of the power of magic array techniques at all!"
"Bang!"
All the wailing stopped when her head hit the table beside the bed, turning into a sobbing groan.
Looking at the girl in front of him, who was covering her face and crying, Nagini shook his head helplessly and gave a smile.
"Alright, Loila—you did a great job."
"Very good—is it really that good?" Loila blinked.
"Of course, this is the most vivid magic array lesson I've ever heard." Nagini said, reaching out to pat Loila's head. "And Loila did a great job."
"That's already fantastic!"
"Waaah! Miss Nagini!" Loila pursed her lips, moved, and instinctively wanted to hug Miss Nagini, but was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.
"Bang bang bang".
"Cousin, are you there?"
"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment when she heard the word "cousin," then suddenly remembered who it was.
It's Peterson! A cousin I don't even know when I had—and he's even been personally recognized as family by Dumbledore.
"Nagini—" Loila instinctively wanted Miss Nagini to open the door, but saw her blink and say, "This is your family's conversation, I won't eavesdrop."
As she spoke, she transformed into a small snake and darted out of the office window.
Miss Nagini, please don't leave me alone! You know I'm terrified of suddenly talking to strangers! Although Mr. Peterson gave me five thousand Galleons—
But—ah—when I think about it that way, I don't seem so scared anymore.
"Cousin, are you there?"
"I'm so sorry!" Loila quickly got out of bed, gently waved her wand, straightened her clothes, put on her mask and hood before nodding and walking to the door.
"Hamilton—Mr. Hamilton—" Loila gently opened the door and poked her head out.
"Don't be so formal, cousin." Peterson chuckled. "Just call me cousin."
"Cousin--cousin or something--" Loila couldn't bring herself to say such an intimate word right away. She had just surpassed herself in the magic array class—it was a bit too intense to do it again now!
"Or you can call me Peterson." Peterson politely adjusted his glasses. "We're family, aren't we?"
Ah—yes—Mr. Peterson and I are family—
Although their only previous meeting had almost resulted in her being sent to Azkaban—Loila bit her lip awkwardly, but finally whispered, "Peterson—"
"I'm here, cousin."
Don't answer me like that!
Loila blushed and pulled half her head back into the office, then asked softly, "You—is there something you need?"
"Your words, cousin, are a bit hurtful," Peterson chuckled. "I just came to catch up."
He bowed slightly and asked, "May I come in?"
No—no way—
Roy was still a little resistant—of course, the main reason was probably because the office was really messy.
It's a bit embarrassing to show such a messy place to strangers.
"If you don't want to talk in the room, perhaps we could talk outside?" Peterson seemed to sense Loira's unease and said quite politely, "Hogwarts has a beautiful view; perhaps we could talk while walking?"
"Well—okay then—" Loila thought for a moment, realizing it would be too impolite to refuse again—of course, mainly because she had already received five thousand Galleons from them—
Loila understood the principle that "he who eats another's food is bound to him, and he who takes another's money is bound to him."
Seeing that Loila agreed, Peterson smiled happily, then bowed slightly to make room for her.
It must be said—compared to Dumbledore, who forcibly barged into his office, Lockhart, who stole things—Peterson was probably the most polite guest he had ever met.
And he also gave him five thousand Galleons—
Walking down the corridors of Hogwarts, Loila carefully looked around. Although it was already during class time, she had deliberately chosen a less-traveled path.
Loila still sensed that there were quite a few students coming and going. They would cast curious glances at the two Hamilton professors, and occasionally, a few students would boldly come up to Loila for her autograph.
Okay, signature.
Loila never imagined she would one day be signing autographs—of course, she refused.
My handwriting is so ugly—I'd better not show it to anyone—as a traditional theorist and a skeptical pragmatist, Loira's handwriting is almost entirely decipherable only by herself.
The manuscript I showed Mr. Lovegood last time was one I wrote myself, stroke by stroke.
Watching yet another student leave with regret, Loila could only offer an apologetic look.
"My cousin is really popular," Peterson said slowly, watching the students leave. "Is it because her classes are so good?"
"Is it...good?" Upon hearing Peterson's question, Loila immediately looked at him seriously.
"Of course." Peterson nodded gently. "My cousin's explanation of magic arrays was really insightful and easy to understand."
He pushed up his glasses as he spoke, "Even I'm starting to get a little interested."
"That's...that's wonderful." Loila had expected her lesson to receive negative feedback, but even Peterson said so—she had thought Luna and Miss Nagini would be too shy to speak ill of her because they were her friends.
That's great that even Peterson thinks so now.
Seeing that Loila was very happy, Peterson smiled slightly: "I actually had some understanding of magic arrays before."
"Huh?!" Loila paused for a moment, then subconsciously stopped in her tracks. "Really—really?"
"Of course it's true." Peterson shrugged. "Magic arrays are indeed a very interesting thing, especially after I learned that Uncle Philip used to be obsessed with them."
"But now doesn't seem like the time to talk about this." Seeing that Loira seemed a little agitated, Peterson casually changed the subject.
"The Hamilton family is really looking forward to seeing you again, cousin," he said casually. "Have you considered going back for a visit sometime?"
"Would you like to attend a family dinner or something?"
"This—this is a bit—" Loila felt a little scared at the mention of a family dinner. She thought of that time with Muller a long time ago—the so-called Muller family dinner—
That time it didn't end well—so it still didn't—
She pursed her lips slightly, looking somewhat resistant, and said, "I'm...sorry."
"Ah—perhaps I was a bit too abrupt?" Peterson didn't seem angry at all. He nodded gently and said, "How about we wait until your cousin is mentally prepared?"
"Ah—then—"
"Tsk."
Suddenly, a slightly disgusted smacking sound came from behind. Loila subconsciously looked up and saw someone walking towards her from the other end of the corridor.
It was Shiloh Rozier, with long black hair and purple eyes, who was looking at Loyla with disgust.
It's like seeing a rice weevil —
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