NABC Chapter 157 A Visit to the Professor's Dormitory
Chapter 157 A Visit to the Professor's Dormitory
Chapter 157 A Visit to the Professor's Dormitory
Thankfully—thankfully Professor McGonagall changed her mind in the end—
Walking down the Hogwarts corridors late at night, Roy let out a soft sigh—if those two students really did come to punish him with time-out—
She felt she might not see the sun rise tomorrow—wasn't solitary confinement a form of punishment for the teacher?
Especially punishing students who suspect they are dark wizards by putting them in solitary confinement or something—even though Royla is a dark wizard, to be honest.
And that newspaper report—Loila pursed her lips and shook her head, it was complete nonsense!
Killing Muggles—they're so dangerous, who would dare kill them so easily! For Veela, being targeted could mean certain death—
Of course, there's nothing wrong with the research on dark magic—but thinking about it carefully, Durmstrang back then was even more of a dark wizard than Loyla—why are they only arresting me!
That's why everyone in the Ministry of Magic is so annoying!
Loira shook her head, deciding to stop thinking about these things. She had work to do tonight: find Mr. Riddle and, incidentally, keep watch.
Professor McGonagall had hoped Loila would rest, given the curse she still carried, but Loila couldn't give up her night patrol in order to find Mr. Riddle—so Professor McGonagall seemed quite moved—
Loila felt a little guilty—should she keep a slightly more careful night patrol tonight?
Loila walked up the stairs. After checking the four lounges, only the professors' dormitories remained for her.
Although there weren't many professors living in the school dormitories, there were still some—but Loila didn't really want to believe that it was her colleague who had stolen Mr. Riddle.
Oh, Mr. Riddle, where are you? In the hands of a stranger, did you think of me—or miss me or something—?
Loila still misses Mr. Riddle quite a bit, after all, he knows a lot of things — but that sounds a bit utilitarian!
How could my reason for missing Mr. Riddle be so superficial? It's clearly because he's my friend!
Although he's a friend who turned bad as he grew up —
Wait a minute—if Mr. Riddle were still at Hogwarts, wouldn't there be two people at Hogwarts whose names can't be pronounced?
Mr. Riddle — and that old man —
Loila glanced cautiously at the empty corridor behind her. It seemed that the "Dumbledore Law" had recently failed—it had been a while since she had seen him.
Of course, this doesn't mean I miss him!
Lost in thought, Loila walked through Hogwarts late at night, looking at the empty gardens, and suddenly remembered her days at Durmstrang.
Back then, I often ate at the cafeteria late at night—after all, I'd get teased by my classmates during the day, but most of the food there wasn't very tasty, besides being dry and cold, it was also because it was food that my classmates didn't like.
However, Friday night's meal was still very good.
Since most students don't eat dinner, there will be more food left over for them to choose from.
The more I think about it, the more pathetic I feel—even though I was doing fairly well in Durmstrang.
That's great—they didn't ask me for tuition or anything, meals were free, and there were no accommodation fees either.
Why does it look a bit like Nurmengard?
"Clatter".
Loila's boots pattered softly in the corridor of the professor's dormitory, and she unconsciously slowed her pace.
After all, no one would come here during a night patrol, right?
Loila didn't want to wake up her colleagues and cause trouble—she was a silent witch who came and went without a trace!
Loila gently picked up her wand and flicked it, causing the notebook cover in her arms to fly out lightly and then float up shakily.
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Hmm—it's not in the professor's dorm either—watching the notebook cover fly out, Loila breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems the diary really was taken by someone from another school!
This put her at ease—that way, even if Mr. Riddle was a bad guy, no one at Hogwarts would be harmed—and Dumbledore wouldn't have a chance to expel me.
Although she had lost Mr. Riddle, Loila felt that she would see him again sooner or later—well, maybe in some other time.
Thinking this, Loy felt a little lost. She had gained a friend she could never contact again. She wondered if she could find Mr. Riddle if she wrote to him.
Stepping out of the professor's dormitory, Loila gently stopped by a willow tree in the courtyard and clasped her hands together.
Let's pray for Mr. Riddle—may Merlin protect him so he doesn't fall into the hands of strange people. If a child gets his hands on it, he'll surely scribble all over his diary.
It might even cause me to pee.
Ah—Mr. Riddle, I hope that doesn't happen!
If it really is in the diary, wouldn't that mean it ended up in Mr. Riddle's mouth?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Luo Yili blushed and coughed. She felt she shouldn't be thinking about such impolite things—she should get some rest early today.
"Miss Hamilton."
"Ugh!" Loila instinctively raised her hand to protect her chest, and also gripped the wand hidden in her sleeve.
"It's so late, can't you sleep either?" The speaker slowly walked out from under the porch. In the bright moonlight, his gray beard looked like a white tie.
"Dumbledore?" Loila pursed her lips and carefully put away her wand. Why isn't this old guy sleeping so late?
Wandering around aimlessly can easily scare people!
"Looks like you're keeping a good watch," Dumbledore said casually as he walked over to Loira. He flicked his wand and swept the stone benches in the courtyard clean.
As she watched him slowly sit down, Loila sensed something was amiss.
She didn't have the habit of chatting with old men late at night—it would be fine if it were Lord Grindelwald—but Dumbledore and the like—she was afraid of having nightmares.
"Shall we chat?" Dumbledore shrugged. "You wouldn't leave an old man sitting here all alone, would you?"
I really don't want you to sit, I want you to lie on the floor.
However, only after I have met Lord Grindelwald—
"Ah—I—I still need to patrol—patrol the night—" Loila thought for a moment and began to explain, taking a few steps back as she spoke.
"Oh—I suddenly remember," Dumbledore said with a smile, "Minerva spoke to me about your salary a few days ago."
"Hmm!"
You are so despicable, Dumbledore!
Loila bit her lip and stopped, then gave a hesitant smile: "That—that Dumbledore—that matter—"
"I'm still considering it." Dumbledore blinked. "Raising professors' salaries is a complicated matter."
"It's not just about the Board of Trustees—we also need to consider the professors' performance." He said, looking at Loila with gentle eyes, "Miss Hamilton, how do you feel about your performance?"
Don't ask me!
To answer to myself and boast about how well I did—I—I can't say that!
Loila stood silently with her head down, looking like a student being scolded in front of Dumbledore.
"Hahahaha—just kidding." Dumbledore chuckled and changed the subject when Loyra didn't speak.
He slightly raised his head, looked at the moon in the sky, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said in a slightly serious voice, "Then let's get down to business."
Isn't my salary a serious matter?
Loila pursed her lips and looked at Dumbledore. She guessed that Dumbledore was about to ask some strange questions again.
Dumbledore certainly did not betray Royla's "trust".
He bowed slightly and said, "What is your opinion on—the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"