NABC Chapter 224 The Despicable Lackey of Dumbledore
Chapter 224 The Despicable Lackey of Dumbledore
Chapter 224 The Despicable Lackey of Dumbledore
Late at night, in the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Heero, with waist-length hair, sighed softly.
She closed the lesson plan in front of her, then slowly got up and walked to the window.
Looking out the window of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was the vast Black Lake. Gazing at this lake, the annoyance on Shiloh's face seemed to lessen considerably.
Her purple eyes were slightly lowered as she pondered matters concerning Hogwarts.
A month has passed now—yet my task has not been completed well—besides Dumbledore's influence, Professor McGonagall's influence is also a factor.
This responsible Hogwarts vice-principal often sought out Heero because of class time.
"Professor Rozier, is there something wrong with your course?"
"Professor Rozier, you shouldn't be so serious with your students—"
"Professor Rozier————"
"Clatter".
Hilo slammed his fist on the windowsill, his usually indifferent face now filled with resentment.
I am a student at the greatest magic school, Beauxbatons, where the teaching standards are far superior to those at Hogwarts—do you really think my teaching methods are wrong?
Hilo didn't like this feeling—as the heir to the Rozier family, she had to do things to the best of her ability.
Whether it's killing a traitor or teaching a student—Shiloh always strives to do his best.
She pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then closed the window.
She had carefully prepared for tomorrow's lessons, and believed that even the most slow-witted Hogwarts students would be able to understand the content.
but----
She suddenly thought of something and walked to a huge glass mirror in the office.
Looking at the girl with long black hair and amethyst-like eyes in the glass mirror, Hilo closed her eyes.
Didn't I come here to personally kill the traitor?
Why waste time teaching students?
Oh well—I'll just treat it as a pastime when I'm bored.
Hilo shook his head and turned his attention back to Loira Hamilton.
Hilo has already formed his own judgment about this timid, lazy bum over the past month.
Without a doubt, she had betrayed Lord Grindelwald—she was as obedient as Dumbledore's little dog—not only was she extremely attentive in class, but she also mingled with the second-year students.
Does she still have even a shred of pride in being a member of the UMNO party?
Moreover, according to the conversation between Shiloh and the girl named Luna, Loila Hamilton joined Hogwarts last year—is she really that loyal after only a little over a year?
Heero gripped her wand tightly at this thought—even though she hadn't betrayed Lord Grindelwald, her idleness was enough to warrant a death sentence.
Is she playing some kind of spy game? Trying to gain Dumbledore's trust through hard work?
It's both laughable and pathetic.
Sometimes she would deliberately pretend to be weak and hide behind others, but Shiloh would not be fooled by her disguise.
She's a distinguished graduate of Durmstrang, a shadow of Lord Grindelwald, and has the lives on her hands as well as those of more than one person—
Even so, he still had to hide behind that idiot Hamilton who was only now shamelessly trying to hook up with her—that face that looked like a girl's actually revealed a devilish smile.
Ha—what a disgustingly hypocritical person!
It has to be said that Hilo now really has a bit of an urge to disobey Aunt Vida's orders and take action directly.
However—she still needed to calm down—she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled—she looked at the bowl of ice in the office that had completely melted, shook her head gently, and then waved her wand to freeze it.
Let me calm myself down this way first—and then kill some time in the process.
"Pat-pat-pat".
Just then, there was a knock on the office window. Shiloh frowned and looked out, only to see an owl.
It wasn't Snape's—she had thought it would be Snape talking to her about potions, but upon closer inspection, the tiny owl didn't belong to anyone she knew.
Could it be some kind of scam email?
Hilo raised an eyebrow, walked to the window, and casually took the letter from the owl's leg.
It has to be said, this owl was really too small—much smaller than any owl she had ever seen before. She was just about to reach out and pet it when the owl flapped its wings and flew away.
"Tsk—"
She smacked her lips and turned her attention back to the letter.
"For Miss Shiloh."
The letter contained only these few words, written all alone, and in a very strange form of address—
Miss Shiloh?
Heroine had no idea who would address her so rudely. Her surname was the proud Rosier, and even Dumbledore couldn't make her hide her identity and pretend to be someone else.
So, who sent it?
Shiloh became somewhat interested and slowly opened the envelope.
"Good afternoon (crossed out), good evening, Miss Shiloh."
"9
"I am—I am Roy Hamilton—"
"Smack."
Hilo's lips curled into a slightly mocking smile. So this is the first time she's trying to please him?
"Loy Hamilton, you're so naive—" she clenched the letter in her hands and slowly read down.
"I know you have many misunderstandings about me—but I want to—clarify them."
"I absolutely did not betray—betray Lord Grindelwald—"
Hilo felt a slight doubt upon seeing this, but it vanished in the next second—who wouldn't make such a verbal promise?
Since you haven't betrayed Lord Grindelwald, what have you been doing for the past fifty years?
"I was in a coma for fifty years."
Hilo's lips twitched slightly, and the mocking smile gradually turned into a sneer. Does this guy think I'm an idiot?
She was in a coma for fifty years—why didn't she say that she had just walked out of the castle in Newmontard when she slipped and fell into the river, all the way to the Mediterranean Sea, and then drifted with the Mediterranean current all the way to England?
Having seen this far, Shiloh had no intention of watching any further. She coldly gripped her wand and began to ponder how to eliminate this…
My dearest rice weevil.
But out of politeness, she continued reading.
"The reason I'm a professor here is because I need to—gain that person's trust—so I have no choice but to—"
You don't even dare to mention or write Dumbledore's name—and then you still want to kill him?
"Also! I met Lord Grindelwald during summer vacation!"
"He's doing well now, there are no problems."
"Tear".
Hilo tore the letter to shreds and took a deep breath, clenching her fists.
Are you doing well?
Is there no problem?
Is being imprisoned in the ruins of Nurmengard so comfortable and satisfying?
Loila Hamilton, you despicable Dumbledore's lackey—
Shiloh vowed to use her wand to teach her a lesson about the consequences of betrayal!