hotmtlnovel Chapter 200 Hilo Rozier
Chapter 200 Hilo Rozier
Chapter 200 Hilo Rozier
"Professor Shiloh Rozier?" Loira didn't speak first, but Peterson was the first to speak, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Please forgive me—but I'm currently discussing some serious matters with my cousin—"
"Heh." His words made Hilo raise an eyebrow. The man, who exuded an icy aura, sneered and said, "I'm not interested in your childish games."
She paid no attention to Peterson's worsening expression, and instead lowered her voice, saying, "Loy Hamilton—I hope we can talk after the opening ceremony."
"I—I—" Loila was too nervous to speak. She hid behind Hagrid's large frame, unable to even make eye contact.
"Professor Rozier—" Hagrid scratched his head and couldn't help but ask, "Have you two known each other before?"
"Ah—I don't know you." Shiloh gave a smile that lacked any real emotion. "We just—have something to talk about."
She looked at Hagrid as she spoke, but her gaze seemed to pierce through him, fixing directly on Loira behind him: "Miss Hamilton, shouldn't you say something?"
"Or will you just hide behind your friends like this?" she said coldly. "I—"
"That's enough, Professor Rozier," Peterson said slowly, adjusting his glasses. "You seem to be pushing your luck a bit too far."
"My cousin is from the Hamilton family—not like you guys who hang out with Grindelwald—heh—dark wizard."
"Heh." When Peterson uttered Grindelwald's name, Shiloh's eyes visibly turned colder: "Even dark wizards are ranked."
"Some people follow saints, some follow terrorists," she said, pursing her lips. "I've heard you have quite a few family members in Azkaban."
"Why is that?"
"You—" Peterson's lips twitched as he subconsciously wanted to say something, but perhaps because Loira was there, he ultimately just took a deep breath and shut his mouth.
Seeing this, Shiloh chuckled and said, "Heh, it seems you Hamiltons are all the same – not fond of talking."
"Professors Hamilton and Professor Rozier—what are you talking about?" A gentle voice asked.
The three people whose names were mentioned shuddered.
"Professor Dumbledore." Only Hagrid smiled, seemingly pleased to be free from the somewhat oppressive atmosphere.
"The students are all enjoying the dinner party—why aren't you three enjoying it too?" Dumbledore asked with feigned concern, but his imposing figure made the three of them purse their lips.
"It's nothing, Headmaster Dumbledore," Heero spoke first. Facing Dumbledore, she showed a hint of wariness, blinking her purple eyes as she said, "I'm glad you accepted my suggestion to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"It's nothing, Miss Rosier," Dumbledore shrugged. "Hogwarts will be looking forward to a wizard as excellent as you."
"Don't we already have enough excellent wizards?" Hilo said, pursing her lips as she walked towards her seat, muttering as she went, "Enough to form an army."
With her departure, the somewhat serious atmosphere finally dissipated, allowing Luo Yili to finally peek out.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I am also very pleased that you have accepted me as a professor." Compared to Shiloh, Peterson showed much more respect to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore simply smiled at this. "I'm also glad you've reunited with your cousin." He then looked at Loila and winked. "Miss Hamilton seems to lack real family."
"Ugh!" Loila shuddered involuntarily as he looked at her.
You bastard who brought in the UMNO!
Watching Dumbledore leave, Peterson seemed to have no interest in conversation; he shrugged and then turned his attention back to dinner.
Loila was happy to sit alone in the corner and think things through.
Without a doubt—Miss Shiloh just now harbored great hostility towards me—this was most likely because she felt she had betrayed Lord Grindelwald!
But I didn't—although I slacked off for a full fifty years—I must have met Lord Grindelwald before her, right?
Wait a minute—given her current age, she might never have even met Lord Grindelwald!
In comparison—I'm a veteran of the Witchcraft Cult! Why is she so disrespectful to me, and—oh—she's Rozier, isn't she?—never mind.
The thought of Ms. Vida, whom she represented, sent a chill down Loila's spine—but in a way, it was a good thing that Ms. Vida wasn't coming in person.
There's still a chance for me to explain—if I find an opportunity to explain properly—she should be able to understand what I mean, right?
But after glancing briefly at Miss Hero, Roy abandoned the idea—for no other reason than that Miss Hero had clearly caught Dumbledore's attention.
Dumbledore may be a bad guy, but he's definitely not stupid—he must have noticed Miss Heero's behavior just now—and he did—
Loira saw Dumbledore smiling and talking to Miss Heeroux about something —
How terrifying!
If he were to speak with her, Dumbledore might become suspicious—after all, he was carrying out Lord Grindelwald's mission.
"Professor Hamilton, will you be able to come?"
"Hmm?" Loila subconsciously looked up when she heard her name called, and then saw Hagrid with a smile on his face.
What did Hagrid just say? — I don't think I paid attention — How could I neglect my friend over such a small thing?
"Sorry—I didn't hear you clearly—" Roy said softly.
"Ah—it's nothing, it's nothing." Hagrid scratched his beard and said, "I'm a professor at Hogwarts now, you know that?"
"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment, then smiled. "That's wonderful!"
Hagrid has always wanted to do something! Becoming a professor or something would be fantastic!
Should I call him Professor Hagrid too?
"Hagrid—Professor Hagrid?"
"Don't do that, hahahahaha!" Hagrid burst into laughter immediately upon hearing this, and Loila was surprised to find that he blushed a little.
Is Hagrid shy?
"It's...quite interesting..." Loila pursed her lips and couldn't help but speak again, "Professor Hagrid?"
"Hahahahaha!"
Okay, he's just shy.
"Just call me Hagrid," he said, shrugging. "Of course, it's nothing—what I meant was—"
"Would you like to come and watch my first class?" Hagrid said, scratching his face. "I'm a little worried I won't do well—and Professor Hamilton, you're an excellent professor."
"I hope you can offer some suggestions or something —"
"ah----"
This time, it was Loila's turn to feel awkward. She really wanted to tell Hagrid—what are you saying to a professor who hasn't spoken a word to his students in a year?!