NABC Chapter 137 Miss Nagini
Chapter 137 Miss Nagini
Chapter 137 Miss Nagini
This should be the place, right?
Loila clutched the brim of her magic hat, carefully examining the house before her—if she remembered correctly, this should be Newt's house—
Loila took a deep breath, then nodded slightly—yes, I'm ready—I'm ready—
This was the first time Loila had ever visited someone's home alone—and it was Newt Scamander's home no less!
Should I choose the easier one first? — Loila stood at the door for a long time, hesitating, but finally slowly raised her hand because she was worried about Miss Nagini.
"Clatter—"
Her fingers tapped lightly on the door, and at the same time a gentle breeze blew by, making the wind chimes in the porch ring crisply.
"Thump thump thump—" A series of footsteps approached, and Loila subconsciously tensed up. The approaching sound was like—like the drumbeats of some kind of hell!
"Clatter".
Finally, the door was pushed open, but the figure that appeared was not Newt, whom Loira knew—
It wasn't Nagini—but a strange old woman.
"Ah—huh?" Loila subconsciously took a few steps back and shrank back.
Did I knock on the wrong door? — This is definitely the right place!
"Ah! You must be Miss Hamilton?" The old woman smiled gently at Loila's timid movements and said kindly, "Please come in."
She—she knows me?
Loila paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and asked softly, "Excuse me—excuse me, who are you—?"
"I am Newt Scamander's wife." The old woman nodded slightly with a warm smile.
Newt is already married?
Loila hadn't seen Mrs. Scamander on her last visit—she'd thought someone like Newt would die alone.
However, when faced with Mrs. Scamander's gentle smile, Loila felt a little guilty and pursed her lips, banishing the thought from her mind.
"Good morning—good morning, Mrs. Scamander."
"What a polite child," Tina Scamander nodded slightly. "Shall we come inside and talk?"
"Newt is talking to Miss Nagini in the suitcase."
Following Tina's footsteps, Loila quickly dodged a few Nifflers crawling on the ground, then subconsciously tightened her grip on the necklace around her neck.
"We'll just wait for them here," Tina said, leading Loila to sit on the sofa in the living room. She gently waved her wand and brought Loila a cup of black tea.
"—" Loila asked softly, holding a cup of red tea in both hands, "Nagini—how is Miss Nagini?"
"Not bad," Tina said after taking a sip of her black tea. "However, there seems to be some trouble regarding the curse."
"Is this how it is?" Loila nodded gently, looking at the teacup in her hand, where the tea leaves floated gently and stood upright in the water.
She also took some time to read books about curses during this period, but unfortunately, all the books said that there was no way to break the curse—at least it was unlikely to be broken by magic alone.
And even Loila's other specialty, magic arrays, were helpless against this situation.
"Clatter".
A soft sound came, and a head popped out of the open suitcase in the living room. The gray hair clearly belonged to Newt.
If I had a small hammer, could I play a game like "Whack-a-Mole" (similar to playing whack-a-mole)?
Loila watched as Tina helped Newt climb out of the box and sit down in the living room.
"Good morning—Miss Hamilton." Only after sitting down did Newt let out a soft breath and nod slightly to Loila, tilting his head slightly as if he was too afraid to look directly at her.
Roy, too, turned his head away from Newt.
Hmm—these are two people who are both a bit socially anxious.
However, Loila's symptoms are likely much more severe.
"Miss Nagini—she's in the suitcase," Newt said slowly. "She—she wants to speak with you alone."
"Let's talk alone?" Loila didn't know whether to be happy or scared—because she didn't like talking in front of a lot of people—but similarly, she didn't like talking to strangers alone either.
Although she had been worried about Miss Nagini—it was only because she felt sorry for her—as for the relationship between Loila and Miss Nagini—
Perhaps the most obvious one is the enemy?
After all, Dumbledore said she seemed to have clashed with Lord Grindelwald before —
However—is it too late to run away now—? Looking at Tina's gentle eyes, Loila couldn't bring herself to refuse.
So she bit her lip, slowly got up, and carefully climbed into the suitcase.
This staircase—it's so high—Loila glanced at her feet and felt a little dizzy, so she had no choice but to close her eyes and walk down the stairs step by step.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief as her boots lightly touched the wooden floor.
"Miss Hamilton—"
"Hmm!"
The breath she had just exhaled was sucked back into her mouth by Loila. She pursed her lips and carefully turned her head to look at the woman who had spoken.
Elegant black hair and a slightly tired face — that's Miss Nagini.
"Good morning—good morning, Miss Nagini," Loila whispered, fiddling with the hem of her dress.
"Let's sit down and talk." Nagini seemed much better than before; she no longer spoke in Parseltongue as she had last time, and her movements were more human-like.
Unless you ignore the snake-like forked tongue she flicks out during her conversation.
"I learned your story from Mr. Scamander and Professor Dumbledore," Nagini said with a slight smile. "Thank you for your help."
"Without your help, I might still be living in a daze for decades, just like before."
"Decades—decades?" Loila pursed her lips, a little surprised—she thought Nagini had only recently become like this—but from what she was saying, this situation had lasted for many years?
"Hmm." Nagini nodded, a hint of helplessness in his dark eyes: "About sixty years ago—"
"It's been like this ever since I separated from my only friend."
"I turned into a snake, and I've been unable to break free—whenever I wake up, all I see is a chaotic scene." Nagini said, nodding slightly. "I didn't even know so much time had passed."
"Friends—the past—the world I once knew has quietly vanished." Nagini's voice grew softer and more sorrowful: "Just like Credence."
"They've all disappeared."
"And I've done so many wrong things—so many things I shouldn't have done." Nagini suddenly sobbed as she spoke, "So I've been wanting to see you—and to say sorry—I'm so sorry for what I've done—"
Her words left Loila biting her lip in silence—she suddenly realized how similar Miss Nagini's experiences were to her own.
They both lost everything decades ago, and then inexplicably woke up decades later—except that compared to Miss Nagini, Loira felt incredibly lucky—
She had no friends, no family—except for her duties as a Grindelwald—she had lost nothing—
She herself had merely slept, but Miss Nagini had truly lived through those decades, committing many wrongdoings amidst the chaos and darkness.
What if she fainted again right now? Loila couldn't help but think this—
Luna's melodious voice, Mr. Lupin's slightly weary face, Hagrid's kind smile—and all the different kinds of people she now knew—
All these things will disappear again—just like—the small wooden house and the cornflowers growing outside, vanished in the fire—
This is too—too heavy—Loila looked at Nagini's sorrowful face, and Miss Nagini had already experienced all of this because of a curse.
Loila suddenly felt something gently flowing from the corner of her eye.
What's wrong with me?—Loila quickly wiped her eyes. She wasn't a crybaby, or rather—she rarely cried because of sadness—
Seeing Loila wiping her eyes, Nagini paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "I'm sorry, Miss Hamilton, I don't think I should have said these things."
"I've brought back bad memories for you. I clearly heard Professor Dumbledore talk about you—I'm sorry."
"No—no—it's nothing—" Loila said, her nose twitching slightly. "I—I'm fine."
"I'm just—I'm just sad for you—" she said unconsciously, then covered her mouth as if realizing something after she finished speaking.
What am I saying, so presumptuously?—These words that sound like pity.
Luo Yili hurriedly wanted to apologize, but unexpectedly found two lines of tears streaming down Miss Nagini's face. She pursed her lips and stared blankly for a long time before finally saying, "Thank you, Miss Hamilton."
"I have never heard of such a thing before."
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