The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 207 The Troubles of Boys and Girls

Chapter 207 The Troubles of Boys and Girls

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Ron breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he stepped out of the classroom after finishing his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"I thought it was going to be terrifying!" he said, shaking his head. "After all, Professor Rozier looks quite scary."

"I told you not to judge a book by its cover," Hermione said, pouting as she glanced at the notebook in her hand.

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Professor Rozier was a top student at Beauxbatons.

"And he even worked at the Ministry of Magic."

"But Hogwarts is the best, isn't it?" Harry said from the side, shrugging. "Headmaster Dumbledore graduated from Hogwarts."

"Ah—" Hermione suddenly smiled as if she had just thought of something: "But Professor Hamilton graduated from Durmstrang."

"Cough cough cough—" Harry coughed immediately upon hearing this. He blushed slightly and looked away. Seeing him like this, Hermione immediately curled the corners of her mouth.

"Huh?" Only Ron looked at the two of them with a strange expression, seemingly not understanding what had happened.

"Harry, why are you blushing?"

"N-nothing." Harry shook his head, trying to banish the half-face he'd seen that day from his mind, but the more he tried to think about it, the clearer the memory became.

Professor Hamilton — long silver hair, blue eyes, and that appearance — he was the most handsome person Harry had ever seen — and — and incredibly powerful.

I must have been thinking about her because of her strength, right?

Harry pursed his lips uncertainly, his troubled expression only making Ron more confused.

He'd noticed Harry acting a bit strange these past few days—he'd actually wash and blow-dry his hair before class—and even compare two similar scarves, as if contemplating which one to wear.

What's wrong?

Ron was unaware of Harry's thoughts, but Hermione, who was standing nearby, already knew.

"Are you going to join the Pinecone Party, Harry?" Hermione asked with a smile. "You like Professor Hamilton too, don't you?"

"Like—like?" Harry quickly shook his head: "I don't—"

"So you hate her?"

"No, not at all—" Harry said helplessly to Hermione, "Please, have mercy on me!"

"Then let's join the Pinecone Party," Hermione replied with a sly smile. "If they knew the Boy Who Lived was willing to join the Pinecone Party—we'd have even more members."

"So how many of you are there now?" Ron asked casually.

"About—" Hermione counted on her fingers, "more than a hundred people?"

"So many?!" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to build a wizard army?"

"Even if they do form an army, they'll deal with you first," Hermione rolled her eyes and said. "What kind of army is a hundred people?"

"That's quite a few people—" Ron scratched his head: "Can I join?"

"You?" Hermione said, somewhat surprised, "And you have feelings for Professor Hamilton again—"

"Could I try to develop a liking for Professor Hamilton?"

"Then forget it." Hermione waved her hand. "I don't think you'll fall for Professor Hamilton—and you'd better not."

Why?

"For no reason!"

Seeing his two friends walking quickly beside him, Harry pursed his lips and followed, but he still couldn't break free from his thoughts for a long time.

What's wrong with me? I've never thought about anyone like this before—Harry tapped his forehead, but the lightning bolt scar couldn't help him understand what he was thinking.

In the end, he could only shake his head and follow Ron and Hermione into the Forbidden Forest.

Their next class was Hagrid's Magical Creatures Protection class—I have to say, I was kind of looking forward to it—even though his bag contained a textbook that could bite.

"Is this alright, Professor Hamilton?"

"It should be... it should be okay now..." Loila gripped her wand, carefully looking at Hagrid in front of her and a magical creature beside him.

This is a hippogriff that Hagrid keeps—it looks quite cute—and it is cute, of course.

Its feathers alone are excellent materials for making magic quill pens. Loila doesn't have a single quill pen like that yet.

If we had those, drawing magic circles would be much smoother — besides, winged beast claws and blood are also good materials for magic circles.

This is practically a walking magic array material library!

It's a pity it's Hagrid's friend—otherwise, Loila would have definitely tried to borrow some magic array materials from it.

"How about this?"

"Ah—" Loila snapped out of her daze, watching Hagrid fiddling with his tie and pursing her lips. "It's—not bad?"

Why are you asking me this? — I almost never dress myself up!

Roy sighed softly. She had thought she was just there to listen to the lecture—but she hadn't expected—she had to provide Hagrid with some—help?

These kinds of helpful suggestions, which might be simple for ordinary wizards, were a bit difficult for Loira, whether it was what to wear to class or what to say as an opening remark.

This isn't something that can be concluded in just a few minutes; Royla herself has been pondering it for over a month.

Hagrid, didn't you prepare properly during the summer vacation?

That won't make you a good professor! Roy, who had just been praised by Professor McGonagall and Peterson, subconsciously adopted a superior posture—but this posture vanished without a trace after Hagrid asked again whether he should stretch his belt a little.

"Oh, right, Professor Hamilton," Hagrid said, patting Buckbeak on the neck as if he'd just remembered something, "why don't you want to give it a try?"

"Try it—or see?" Loila didn't quite understand what Hagrid meant—was it wearing a belt?

My waist seems a little... a little hard to tie...

"Yeah," Hagrid said with a shrug, "ride Buckbeak."

"Ugh!" Upon hearing this, Loila immediately took a few steps back. "No need, no need!"

She knew perfectly well that this walking magic array material named Buckbeak could fly!

This is different from a unicorn; a unicorn can only be described as jumping—this is true flight!

Loila is a wizard so afraid of heights that she can't even ride a broom—this is just too dangerous!

"I'm...sorry." She lowered her head and poked her fingers, her pointed ears swaying up and down. "I'm a little...a little afraid of heights."

"Ah—I should apologize." Hagrid scratched his head, realizing his mistake. "But to be honest, I was planning to let the students ride it later."

"So I wanted to practice a bit first —"

what?

Loila stared wide-eyed at Hagrid.

That's incredibly dangerous! Are you trying to kill the students?! Anyone with a fear of heights would faint from that height!

If Durmstrang had such a course—Loila probably would never graduate in her lifetime.