hotmtlnovel Chapter 270 The Amazing Old Man
Chapter 270 The Amazing Old Man
Chapter 270 The Amazing Old Man
"Sorry, cousin, it just feels like it's been going on for a while now—"
"No—it's nothing." Loila waved her hand and pursed her lips. Her mind was still filled with Xirui's words—did she mean that she hated her?
Or is there some kind of danger?
Hahaha—I must be overthinking it—Loila really didn't sense any danger; this is her home, after all.
Hmm, a home I've returned to for the first time in over sixty years—and the Hamilton family members are all very friendly—it must be that Miss Shirley doesn't like me, right?
However, this is quite normal, after all, she is just an unlikable mixed-race Veela, and she was met with Miss Siri's somewhat worried gaze.
Loila really wanted to tell her that she wouldn't tell on her—after all, this kind of thing is quite common.
Miss Xirui's job isn't easy either. She clearly hates someone so much, yet she still has to serve that person.
Wait a minute—isn't this me?
Loila's lips twitched—she hated Dumbledore so much, yet she still had to serve him—
How come I can empathize with Miss Shirley again?
As Loila followed Peterson back to the banquet hall and sat down, she finally understood why Peterson had gone to find her earlier.
The banquet hall was quite quiet at this time, and at the end of the long table sat an old man.
"Hmm————" Just looking at the old man, Loila felt a little oppressed———— He must be the current patriarch of the Hamilton family, right?
So, he's my uncle? Or something else—Loila wasn't quite sure, but anyway, he seemed to be her father's older brother.
"Father—" Peterson nodded slightly in greeting before slowly sitting down.
Loila, meanwhile, had already sat down in a daze.
Will he be angry?
Loila looked at the old man with some trepidation. The old man looked quite serious, with a stern face and a pair of sharp eyes under his white but meticulous hair.
She's the kind of person that's a little bit scary to Roy.
After a few seconds of silence, he simply nodded and said, "Now that Loila is back, let's start eating."
He raised his glass and said, "Merry Christmas everyone, and also—it's great to see Loila back, back in this family." He nodded to Loila as he spoke.
Huh? There's this kind of segment too?
Should I say something? Didn't we agree that we'd only be dancing or something? — Loila felt her legs were wobbly, unsure whether to stand up or continue sitting.
However, the elderly man with gray hair simply nodded and said nothing more, while the other younger members of the Hamilton family simply raised their glasses and wished each other a Merry Christmas.
"Merry Christmas—Merry Christmas—" Loila's blessing was drowned in the ocean.
But since there's no part for her, that's great—Roy felt a little relaxed again. She slowly picked up the wine glass on the table, looked at the wine inside, and sipped her lips.
Believe it or not, she's never actually drunk wine before—she always drank juice back in Neumontard, and that time at the Muller's house—ah—it seems Muller spilled the wine on his father's head.
In short, I didn't get to drink any myself.
Looking at the crystal-clear liquid in the glass, which resembled a ruby, Loila had a slight idea to try it. So she carefully picked up the glass and took a sip.
"Cough—cough cough cough—"
Well—I shouldn't force myself—I only took a sip and Loila felt that this stuff wasn't for me—indeed, I'm not used to the drinks that pure-blooded wizards enjoy.
I wonder how many Galleons this cup costs—it must be more expensive than coffee, right?
Ten Galleons? Or twenty?
As Loila pondered the price of the wine, Peterson, standing beside her, lowered his head slightly and said, "Cousin, don't drink too much."
"There's a dance later—" He nodded slightly, "Lots of people want to dance with my cousin—"
"Cough cough cough cough cough—" Loila coughed even more violently—Miss Nagini, who accompanied her during dance practice, had her feet swollen from being stepped on so many times—
Hopefully, the Hamilton family members all have strong insteps.
Nothing particularly noteworthy happened at the banquet; everyone seemed to be just chatting amongst themselves, although many eyes were still looking over—but perhaps because the only elder who was older than Loila was present, no one came to talk to her.
However, just as the dinner was about to end, Peterson suddenly coughed and said, "Cousin, Father wants to see you."
"Gulp—" Loila swallowed what was in her mouth and took a deep breath—in her experience, what followed was the most complicated thing.
The last time she met with Muller's father at the Ansbach family, an accident happened—she had performed terribly last time—Loira slowly stood up, supporting herself on the chair, and took deep breaths to calm herself down as she walked.
Alright, alright—at least this time no one should throw wine all over his head, right? Peterson shouldn't do something like that, right?
Lost in thought, Loila had already walked up to the old man.
"Loila, it's been a long time," the old man said slowly. "Or rather—this should be our first meeting."
"Gulp—" Loila swallowed hard, then said, "That—that—that's very—"
"I'm sorry."
What an awkward conversation—but Roy felt she had improved somewhat compared to before. If it had happened last year, she probably would have fainted.
"Yes, it's a pity." The old man sighed softly. "Your father, my brother Philip, was a very talented man."
"But he chose to leave, and he even chose to—" He paused and said, "But it doesn't matter anymore."
"Seventy years have passed now, and we are no longer the same people we were back then."
Uh-huh----
How should I answer this?
Loila kept her head down and remained silent.
"But I'm truly happy to see you back today," the old man continued, "to see you willing to rejoin this family."
"Clatter—"
Suddenly, Loila heard a slightly crisp sound, and the source of the sound seemed to be—the necklace on her chest.
Along with the soft sound, it also emitted a faint blue light.
what?
Why would someone barge into my office at a time like this?!
This is the alarm in Loila's office. Once the necklace makes a soft sound and glows, it means that someone has illegally broken the office glass or used a lock-picking spell to open the door.
Wait a minute—what's wrong with Hogwarts?—Why are there always thieves?! And why don't they do anything but keep coming to my office?!
And why do they always pick such strange times?!
Loila forced a somewhat pale smile, looking at the old man who was still rambling on and on, unsure of what to say.
"Ah—right, Loila." The old man, oblivious to the change in Loila, casually remarked, "I heard you're also a magic array expert, right?"
"About the magic circle —"
There's a lot of stuff in the office—besides some magic array materials, there's also the most important Lord Grindelwald's Chocolate Frog card—it would be terrible if it got stolen!
I'm sure my family will understand, right? They definitely will, right?
Loila took a deep breath and then parted her lips slightly.
"I'm so sorry!" Loila said, her first words upon returning: "My office... there seems to be a thief in my office..."
"Um—I'll be going now!"
With that, she waved her wand and vanished from the spot.
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In the banquet hall of the Hamilton family estate, a group of Hamiltons exchanged glances.