The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 248 The Exciting Night at Hogwarts

Chapter 248 The Exciting Moments at Hogwarts Late at Night (Part 2)

"Cousin, what are you doing?" Peterson couldn't help but ask. "She was about to attack you!"

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"No—no, that's not it."

"I don't just want to attack her, I want to kill her," Shiloh retorted, interrupting Loila. "Use your head, which is as big as a troll's teeth—would anyone actually kill someone at Hogwarts?"

"You really wanted to kill my cousin!" Peterson said indignantly.

Hilo curled his lip and said, "Do you Hamiltons not only have trouble thinking, but you also have hearing problems?"

"Or are you also of Veela mixed race?"

"I'm not a Veela hybrid! Wait—cousin, that's not what I meant—it's this damned UMNO who's trying to drive a wedge between us."

"I'm trying to drive a wedge between you? Don't make it sound like you two are so close."

"You two seem to have only known each other for two months, right?"

"Or are you the kind of wizards who can call each other 'darling' after knowing each other for only two months?"

Hero's mocking voice infuriated Peterson, who clenched his fists and charged forward, seemingly intending to teach Miss Hero a lesson in Muggle terms.

Heero clearly noticed this as well. She immediately lifted her foot, took off her boot, and stood in the Hogwarts corridor with one foot in a white sock and the other holding the boot, staring at Peterson as he approached.

Ah—carrying weapons in a boxing match is a foul!

What is referee Royla doing? Royla raised her wand and flicked it—and then—all the contestants were frozen in place!

That's enough!

What are you all talking about?! Miss Shiloh, why are you continuing Peterson's line of dialogue? You weren't even trying to attack me!

And Peterson, what are you doing?! Forget about the Veela hybrid stuff, what do you mean by "damned cultist"?! And you're using your fists—

Miss Hilo, even if you glare at me fiercely—I won't let you move! You're still holding a boot in your hand—

Looking at the chaotic corridor and the crazed professor, Loira suddenly felt so tired—what am I doing?—I just wanted to find Peterson to confirm if he was Mr. PH!

Why did these things happen?

Loila took a deep breath, then pursed her lips and said, "Um—you all need to calm down first—"

The two people frozen in place by Loila could not speak; they could only glare at each other fiercely.

"First of all—first of all, Miss Shiloh didn't attack me," Loila explained. "Well—we just—we just bumped into each other suddenly—it was just a bit—a conditioned reflex."

"Waaah!" Seeing that Peterson clearly wanted to say something, Loila pursed her lips and waved her wand to let him speak.

"Cousin, she definitely did it on purpose! How could someone use a spell on a stranger just because of a conditioned reflex or something?"

Well!

You shouldn't be so sure!

Loila waved her hand guiltily: "No—nothing like that—I was just chatting with Miss Shiloh."

Although it was only one side that was being scolded —

"Cousin, you're too kind. You think too little of others. She's Rozier, and a member of the Mughal Party at that!" Peterson said indignantly. "She's a murderer!"

Don't jump to conclusions like that! Are all members of the UMNO party necessarily murderers?

Loila, seeing that Shiloh seemed to want to say something, pursed her lips and waved her wand as well.

You should give him a proper rebuttal, Miss Shiloh.

"Loila Hamilton is no kind woman!"

That's not what I asked you to say! Doesn't the part about UMNO need explanation?

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Loila quickly waved her wand again to shut them up.

Then, looking at the two speechless people with a headache, she fell silent for a moment.

What should I do? I'm not good at talking. I guess I should let Miss Hilo leave first.

Thinking this, Loila gently waved her wand to release Shiloh from her restraints. Shiloh, suddenly able to move, wanted to say something, but Loila immediately handed her the wand.

"Miss Hilo—um—please leave now." She lowered her head and said almost pleadingly, "If Dumbledore—comes—"

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Upon hearing this, Hilo took a deep breath, snatched the wand from Loila's hand, glanced at Peterson, and then snorted coldly.

He put on his boots.

It was only then that Loila noticed that Miss Shiloh had a short knife strapped to her ankle—Miss Shiloh, this is a school—aren't you a professor?

After putting on her boots, Shiloh closed her eyes and remained silent for a few seconds before opening them again.

She seemed to regain her composure, then lowered her voice and said to Loila Hamilton, "Loila Hamilton, nothing you do can cover this up."

"The things you've done."

"All debts will come knocking."

"Don't suddenly say such scary things in the middle of the night!" Loila shuddered, then watched Shiloh walk through the hole in the corridor.

"Clatter".

She suddenly turned back a few steps and then gently flicked her wand.

"Restored to its original condition."

She fixed the hole.

Hmm—and then walked away.

After confirming that Miss Shiloh had really left, Loila took a deep breath and looked at Peterson, only to be startled by his gaze.

Ah!

Don't look at me like I'm a traitor! Miss Hilo, fine, but why are you looking at me like that too?!

Loila pouted sadly and waved her wand, breaking the spell on Peterson.

"Cousin!"

As soon as the spell was broken, Peterson immediately asked, "Why did you let that terrorist go?"

"She—she really didn't attack me." Loila had to explain again, "We just—"

It just so happened that we ran into each other —

"It's dangerous enough that she's wandering around Hogwarts so late!" Peterson said, taking a deep breath. "She definitely wants to kill you, cousin."

Aren't you and I also wandering around Hogwarts this late?

Seemingly understanding Loila's meaning, Peterson immediately explained, "I'm on night patrol duty today, cousin."

Miss Hilo just mentioned that she was on night patrol—so the only suspicious person is me, right?

Loira felt a little guilty. Luckily, nothing strange had happened at Hogwarts lately—otherwise, wouldn't she be suspected again?

She was certainly aware of the suspicions she had faced last semester.

"Um—Miss Hilo is also on night patrol—" Loila had to explain in a low voice.

Peterson was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly looked at Loila: "Cousin—what are you doing?"

"Uh—I—"

What was I supposed to do again?

Loira thought for a few seconds before suddenly remembering what she was supposed to do. She pursed her lips, lowered her voice, and approached Peterson, saying, "Um—I have something I want to tell you."

"Don't tell anyone about this."

"?" Peterson's expression suddenly turned strange. He took a few steps back and said, "That cousin of mine—I'm already married, and I have a daughter."

You—Loila suddenly wanted to say something in German, don't listen to Miss Shiloh's nonsense just now!

But then she realized that what she said might have sounded a bit strange, and quickly shook her head: "No, no, no—"

"I—I didn't mean that!"

"I wanted to ask you—"

"Are you Mr. PH?"

"Mr. PH?" Peterson was silent for a few seconds, his eyes behind his slightly worn gold-rimmed glasses looking a little blurry.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head and asked, "How did your cousin know this name?"

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