hotmtlnovel Chapter 174 The Hamilton Family
Chapter 174 The Hamilton Family
Chapter 174 The Hamilton Family
"I—" Loila pursed her lips and said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "I am—I am Loila—"
—Loila Hamilton.
"————" Peterson paused for a moment, a look of doubt appearing in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
"Are you kidding me?" After a long pause, he finally said, "There shouldn't be a person named Loila in the Hamilton family."
"I—I know—but—" Loila said, clutching the hem of her clothes, a little scared, "My name is—this is it—"
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Peterson fell silent. He sized up Loira, who was wearing a hood and a mask, and coughed before saying, "May I see what you look like, miss?"
Upon hearing this, Loila immediately took a few steps back, then shook her head—"I don't want to show this to strangers!"
Look at yourself.
Her step back made Peterson frown. He slowly drew his wand and said, "I'm sorry, miss, but I cannot allow anyone to use the family name in this way—"
"Doing something immoral."
"Please come with me to the Ministry of Magic!"
"Uh!" Upon hearing this, Loila quickly shook her head: "I—I didn't pretend—"
My name really is Loila Hamilton! Is Hamilton some kind of awesome name? Okay, then I'm sorry, can I not use that name anymore?
But, but this isn't something I can change just because I want to! I should have just said I was Hamel —
Loila looked at Peterson, who had drawn his wand and was closing in, and for a moment she didn’t know what to do—should she take action herself?
But isn't this a bit inappropriate? — So, how about an explanation?
Loila felt that her clumsy tongue simply couldn't do it—
really.
Or perhaps we should just run away!
Thinking this, Loila shuddered, turned around, and ran away.
Seeing her movement, Peterson's lips twitched, and he raised his wand, pointing it at her back: "Faint!"
The red spell swept across the narrow alley of Knockout Alley, heading straight for Loila behind her.
Hearing the noise behind her, Loila didn't even turn her head. She flicked her wand behind her back, and the stun spell was deflected to the side.
"What?" Peterson was stunned when he saw her action. He seemed to have never expected that someone could do such a thing—block a spell without turning around?
Peterson didn't chase after him, but instead gripped his wand tightly and watched the figure leave with a cold expression.
"Damn it—" he muttered under his breath, then shook his head and left.
"Huff...huff..." Roy, who had run far away, leaned against the corner of the wall and let out a soft breath—he seemed to have shaken him off—just because we have the same last name, he was going to fight or something—
That's a bit too violent, isn't it? — Loila felt a little scared just thinking about Mr. Hamilton's angry face — she never wanted to come to Knockturn Alley again — every time she came here, strange things happened!
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
"Ah—is that so?" Hearing the voice from the sleeve, Loila paused for a moment and immediately lowered her voice to ask, "There's—there's such a thing?"
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss."
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Loila leaned against the wall and realized how coincidental the world was—there really was a Hamilton family in the British wizarding world.
Moreover, unlike the Hamilton family, to which Loyla belongs, the Hamilton family in England is a prestigious pure-blood wizarding family.
Even those beings ranked among the Twenty-Eight Sacred Races —
Did I mess with the wrong people? — Luo Yi felt a little scared — Could they hire assassins or something to kill me?
This kind of scene often appears in Mr. Lockhart's books—ah, it seems Mr. Lockhart's books are all fake—
What a coincidence! Of course, Roy didn't think she had anything to do with this so-called pure-blooded Hamilton family. Ever since she could remember, she had lived in that little house in the German countryside. And her father had never mentioned the existence of any Hamilton family.
She had not met any other Hamilton in Germany besides herself.
Could simply having the same name really cause such a huge problem? — Loila sighed softly —
But if you think about it carefully, wouldn't it be terrifying if someone had the surname Dumbledore?
It seems I need to be more careful out there — did I never expect I'd reached the point where I couldn't even reveal my name?
I wasn't forced into this situation back in Nurmengard—I should have known better than to come to Knockturn Alley today—
Right—what am I here for again?
Loila shook her head, focusing her attention back on the important matter at hand. She was here today to buy materials for the magic array—thinking this, she turned her head slightly to look at the dark alley behind her.
Or perhaps—or better yet—she didn't have the courage to go back today—it would be terrible if she ran into Mr. Hamilton again.
In the tranquil maple forest, there is a luxurious manor where an exquisite silver fountain splashes water, staining the red roses with droplets.
Good afternoon, Peterson.
Upon hearing this, Peterson slightly raised his head and exchanged a glance with the other middle-aged man in front of him.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the middle-aged man asked after a moment's surprise. "You don't seem to be in a good mood."
"Something bad happened," Peterson said with a sigh. He slowly sat down next to the middle-aged man, looked at the garden in front of him in silence for a few seconds, and then said, "I went to Knockturn Alley today."
"Ah—no wonder." The middle-aged man shrugged. "Even Lucius might not like a place like Knockturn Alley."
"I actually ran into Lucius," Peterson shrugged.
"Tsk—that's really bad luck." The middle-aged man curled his lip, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip.
"But what upset me had nothing to do with him." Peterson also picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip. "I encountered a thief."
"Or rather, a fraudster."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man looked up and casually asked, "Is it Dumbledore?"
"————" Peterson blinked behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "It has nothing to do with Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Hehe, that makes it a bit hard to guess."
"I met a Hamilton."
"Hamilton?" The middle-aged man raised his eyelids slightly. "Is he some junior colleague?"
"Green? Or James?"
"Neither," Peterson shook his head. "It's someone who's using our family name."
"I see—" The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow. "What's there to get angry about with someone like that?"
"They're just a bunch of clowns." He took a sip of his coffee and continued, "At least we can tell Lucius that even if they're using a false name, they're using the name of the Hamilton family because they have more people."
"That's nothing to brag about," Peterson said, pursing his lips.
"If it were those mud-bearers—or—"
"Ah—indeed." The middle-aged man nodded. "It really is a bit disgusting."
"So—who is that person?"
"I don't know." Peterson shook his head. "She claimed—"
"Loila Hamilton".
"————" The middle-aged man frowned slightly.
"are you sure?"
"Hmm." Peterson nodded. "It seems you know this name?"
"I know—" The middle-aged man's expression was a little strange: "But—she should have died a long time ago."
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