N-A-A Chapter 158 I Want to Go Out and Play
Chapter 158 I Want to Go Out and Play
Chapter 158 I Want to Go Out and Play
"Hmm!"
Why are you suddenly asking me this kind of question?
Loila's face paled—what was her opinion on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's curse?
Of course I'm scared! Do you think I'm enjoying it? Besides, Dumbledore, you old geezer, didn't you know about this? — You were the one who made me the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!
Looking at Loila's pale face, Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "So, Miss Hamilton, you believe in the existence of a curse, don't you?"
"Hmm—Hmm!" Loila nodded. She had fainted because of the curse—and Mr. Lockhart was too!
Because of Mr. Lockhart's fainting spell, Loira had to take charge of the other courses—but it wasn't too bad, since it was just showing the pre-designed memories more often.
Could it be that my fainting and Mr. Lockhart's fainting were simply due to poor health?
"I see—" Dumbledore nodded knowingly, and as he sat down on the stone bench, he slowly said, "So, do you have any ideas?"
"Or do you have any ideas?" Dumbledore said softly, noticing Loira's paused expression. "You know, I'm an old man—not very good at these things."
You're starting to act all high and mighty again—Loy is very familiar with Dumbledore's tactics! He always uses this tactic when he asks me to play Wizard's Chess.
Why am I feeling unwell and want to play Wizard Chess? — Why am I a bit confused and feel that playing Wizard Chess is helpful?
Things like that.
Loila didn't think Dumbledore was really bad at anything—was he testing her?
Or—what does that mean?
Loira didn't quite understand Dumbledore's thoughts, so after thinking for a moment, she pursed her lips and said truthfully, "I—I—I don't—I have no idea—about this matter—"
Dumbledore remained silent for a few seconds, his eyes fixed on Loira. After Loira awkwardly lowered her head, he continued, "So you believe that the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts—has nothing to do with magic circles, right?"
"Magic array—learn it?" Loila paused for a moment, then immediately shook her head: "Of course it won't matter!"
"A magic circle, after all, has to be engraved on a physical object—how could such an abstract concept as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor possibly be related to a magic circle?" Loila spoke rapidly, seemingly quite displeased by Dumbledore's words.
"Furthermore, I don't know if there is any magic circle that can weaken people. Even if there is, it's impossible for it to be directly attached to an abstract concept."
Loila's explanation made Dumbledore nod slightly, and he said knowingly, "Then I understand—Miss Hamilton."
"It seems there really might be some kind of curse on Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" He slowly rose, looking up at the moon. "If this curse is real—who do you think cast it?"
You—aren't you going a bit overboard asking me this?—If you're asking about motives, I do have one too—it's just that it's related to the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts.
Dumbledore paid no heed to Royla's wild thoughts, or rather, he knew Royla had no answer in her heart, so he slowly said, "Voldemort."
"Or rather, Tom Riddle."
Upon hearing the name, Loila's heart skipped a beat. She quickly shrank back and subconsciously said, "That—that's—that's really scary."
"Oh—" Dumbledore bowed and looked at Loila: "You certainly have something to be afraid of, Miss Hamilton."
"Everyone should be afraid." He gently walked slowly down the corridor with his hands behind his back.
"But to be honest—I don't think he has that ability—maybe the curse—wasn't taught in some Defense Against the Dark Arts class." His voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.
"...
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Watching his departing figure, Loila shrank back, feeling like she was going to have nightmares tonight.
But wait a minute—hasn't he told me about the salary yet?
Is it even possible to implement a salary increase?
And so, many more days passed in this tranquil yet somewhat strange atmosphere.
Loila slumped over her desk, looking rather listless.
The reason is simple—she's just too busy.
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Loila, who was already responsible for her own courses, had to spend a lot of time memorizing, but now that Mr. Lockhart had been admitted to the school hospital, Loila, who was responsible for Lockhart's courses, didn't have much spare time.
Often, the courses for all seven grades were back-to-back, and she had to teach, organize her memories, and reply to students' letters—and more students in the upper grades broke their headbands.
This forced her to waste even more time on this kind of thing!
There's no time to study magic arrays—no time to research them at all.
Loila stared listlessly at the automatic coffee maker in front of her, while Miss Nagini, standing behind her, also looked worried.
If I don't start researching—if I don't start researching magic arrays—I'll—I'll die, won't I?
But—but if we can just hang in there for a few more days, and Mr. Lockhart returns, everything will be alright—
"Are you alright, Loila?" Miss Nagini's voice came as she gently tidied Loila's hair. "If you're really having trouble, why don't you talk to Professor McGonagall?"
"No—no," Loila said weakly in a low voice, "I—I can still do it—"
"This is clearly the effect of the curse, isn't it?" Nagini sighed. "Didn't you promise Professor McGonagall that you'd ask for leave if things got too bad?"
"No—no no no—" Loila raised her head and said, "This has nothing to do with—this has nothing to do with the curse."
"I don't have any physical fatigue."
"I just wanted to—I just wanted to study magic arrays—"
Loila just couldn't bring herself to have someone else suffer a curse in her place just to study magic arrays.
In fact, she's just a little mentally exhausted right now. She doesn't know if it's because she's gotten used to the curse, but she doesn't feel tired at all in class or at work.
Of course—this feeling of not being tired can only last until she remembers the magic circle—once she remembers the magic circle, Loila will lie on the table like this, listless with her head down.
"Ah—" Nagini, who was worrying about her appearance, suddenly noticed that the wristband on her arm was glowing slightly.
"It's news from Luna," she reminded her.
"Lu---Luna?!" Upon hearing this name, Loila immediately perked up. She jumped up from the table and carefully examined her wristband, as if afraid she might lose the information.
"What did Luna say?"
"She—she said she wanted to go with me to—go find Hagrid and play—" Loira sighed upon seeing this message: "But I haven't—I haven't given it to the students yet—"
"Let's put the reply on hold for now," Nagini advised. "Constantly focusing on work isn't good for your health."
"But—but—"
"Hasn't Headmaster Dumbledore already given you a raise?"
"
"Huh?" Loila seemed to realize something and looked up at Nagini.
That's right—that's right!
Dumbledore won't even give me a raise—and I'm working so hard—I've never done this in Nurmengard!
Loila felt like such a fool!
Although it's for the students' benefit—but—but it's not a big deal to reply a little late, right?
Luna is my best friend! It would be nice to take a break with a good friend, right?
And if Luna is unhappy, I'll be unhappy too—how can I work like that, right?
Although it eventually circled back to work, the fact that it happened three times in a row, right? still reveals Loira's state of mind at that moment.
I want to go out and play!
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