The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 111 Report on Magic Arrays

Chapter 111 Report on Magic Arrays

"Is this the latest way of greeting people at Hogwarts?" Mr. Lovegood asked slowly after a slightly awkward silence.

"It should be Durmstrang, right?" Luna thought for a moment and explained for Loila, "Loila graduated from Durmstrang."

"Ah—that's right—" Realizing this seemed to be the only way to ease the awkwardness, Loila quickly suppressed her fear and said, "This is—this is how Durmstrang greets people—"

I'm sorry, Muller; I'm sorry, Headmaster Goldlin; I'm sorry, Lord Grindelwald; I'm sorry, all the students who graduated from Durmstrang!

"That's quite ingenious," Mr. Lovegood said with a slight smile, seemingly unconcerned. "Please have a seat, Miss Hamilton."

"Ah—." Loila nodded quickly and carefully sat down on the sofa, but as soon as she sat down, she immediately remembered her carefully prepared greeting—wouldn't it be a little strange to speak now!

"How's life at Hogwarts?" Mr. Lovegood asked, picking up a coffee pot and placing it on the small stove in the middle of the living room to heat it. "I heard from Luna that you're now the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, right?"

Mr. Lovegood's question relieved Loira of the dilemma of whether or not to greet him again, and she nodded slightly and said, "Um—um!"

"I see—" Mr. Lovegood nodded slightly, then suddenly lowered his voice: "So, are the rumors about the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor true?"

"What—rumors?" His movement startled Loila, and she instinctively lowered her voice as well: "I—"

I'm not quite sure—"

"It's just that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed," Mr. Lovegood said, startling Loila.

Huh? Cursed? Why didn't anyone tell me?! Dumbledore, are you doing this on purpose?! And what curse?!

Could it be some kind of curse that brings bad luck or embarrassment?

Loila immediately realized that she had found the source of her recent bad luck.

"Headmaster Dumbledore said it was just a rumor." Loila didn't speak, but Luna beside her did, gently stroking the fluffy fur and saying, "I asked him before."

"I see—" Mr. Lovegood looked at Loila thoughtfully, "So what do you think?"

"I—I'm not—quite—unsure—cough cough cough." Loila coughed a few times, and her actions startled Mr. Lovegood, who immediately took a few steps back.

Watching his actions, Loila's lips twitched involuntarily—so she could scare others too?

"Even if there is a curse, it's not contagious, Dad." Luna chuckled and explained, "Loira just hasn't been feeling well lately."

Actually, it wasn't just recently—it started after Halloween, and it's even been a bit better recently—wait—could there really be some kind of curse?

But Mr. Lockhart seemed to be fine—Loyla quickly shook her head, banishing the somewhat frightening thought from her mind.

The more she thought about it, the more scared she felt.

"Perhaps this is a curse?" Mr. Lovegood's answer made Loila shudder.

"Don't say such scary things!" The coffee seems ready, Dad.

"Oh! Sorry." Mr. Lovegood smiled slightly and then deftly picked up the pot and poured a cup of coffee for himself and Loira. As for Luna, she seemed to prefer butterbeer.

"Th-thank you—" Loila said softly as she took the coffee.

"It's nothing." Mr. Lovegood shrugged and sat down opposite Loila. After taking a sip of his coffee, he added, "I've also heard Luna mention it."

"You're a magic array expert, right?"

"Hmm—hmm." Loila also took a sip of coffee. To be honest, Mr. Lovegood's coffee-making skills were indeed quite good—the coffee was delicious, even comparable to that of Nurmengard.

"Then can you tell me what magic arrays are?" Mr. Lovegood thought for a moment and said, "I want to publish a report on magic arrays."

"Magic array studies—report?" Loila was taken aback.

"Hmm." Mr. Lovegood nodded. "Because I've seen Luna's communication wristband, and I feel it's a very useful thing."

"Think about it, if you don't have any toilet paper with you, you don't need to learn Transfiguration to conjure it; you can just use the communication wristband to tell your friend."

"This is very real, and everyone should know it."

Communication wristbands are useful, but please don't use such a strange example! Couldn't you have used a better one?

Even so, Mr. Lovegood's proposal still piqued Loila's interest.

She wanted to share everything about magic arrays, or rather, she hoped everyone could understand magic arrays.

Please, this is the greatest discovery in the world! Intricate ancient runes and spells are combined, like the most sophisticated magic wand. It is to wizards what sunlight is to living things, water is to fish, and earwax is to fluffy creatures!

Every wizard, and even Muggles, should know about magic circles!

This has always been Roy's thought—but she herself is not very—or rather, a little afraid—to tell others about it, although she can never help herself.

It's understandable that many people don't seem very interested, since Pu Rongrong probably wouldn't be discussing eating earwax every day, right?

Really?

Loila glanced at the fluffy girl lying on Luna's lap.

"If Miss Hamilton is interested in this matter, I can write a whole story about it," Mr. Lovegood added, seeing that Roy seemed to be thinking. "The example of the toilet paper should be quite good—"

Let's forget about this.

"I will—I will compile a—a set of information," Loila said after thinking for a moment. Although she wanted everyone to know the greatness of magic arrays right now, she probably couldn't do it yet.

After all, her research on magic arrays was only superficial—and there were even many magic arrays whose functions she didn't know, such as the one that still only glowed and was a magic rune copied from Mr. Riddle's diary.

She believes she needs to learn more before she starts sharing knowledge about magic arrays with everyone. This is a very noble and great thing, and since she's determined to do it, she must do it well!

Just like Lord Grindelwald's mission (feeling guilty)

"That's great." Lovegood nodded excitedly. "Then I look forward to your information."

He lowered his voice and muttered, "Then let's stick to using the Defense Against the Dark Arts' curse for the upcoming Christmas special report—"

Mr. Lovegood, let's not talk about this again at Christmas! Besides, I have to go back to work after school starts!