bdsm-fiction Chapter 497 Conversation
Chapter 497 Conversation
Chapter 497 Conversation
"Ugh————"
Looking at the door that Dumbledore had closed, Loila pursed her lips and tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, she suddenly remembered that her pillow had fallen to the floor.
That damned Dumbledore—he didn't even bother to bring my pillow back!
Loila took a deep breath, then bent down abruptly to pick up the pillow. But as soon as she reached out with difficulty, she saw a boot standing in front of her.
"Loila————"
"Huh?!" Loila suddenly looked up and saw Miss Shiloh with a helpless expression and a snake coiled on her arm.
"You've finished talking to him, right?"
"Hmm...hmm." Loila stood up a little awkwardly, while Shiloh slowly helped her pick up the pillow.
"So what happened?" Shiloh asked casually as she sat down on the edge of the bed, while Miss Nagini slowly climbed from her arm onto Loila.
"Nothing happened—nothing happened—" Roy thought for a moment, but still didn't tell anyone about how he had been exposed.
"It's just about—about the Ministry of Magic—" She pursed her lips and continued, "He said—it seems there's something going on at the Ministry of Magic—"
"I've heard about this too," Shiloh said calmly. "Fudge seems quite angry."
Well!
That's the Minister of Magic, Miss Shiloh! How could you call him by his name like that? — Lori looked at Shiloh with some surprise. Could it be that Miss Shiloh is actually quite amazing?
"I spoke with Miss Nagini—Voldemort has appeared, hasn't he?" Heero continued, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.
"Yes—that's right!" Loila nodded. "Sterberg was him in disguise!"
"But the Ministry of Magic is unwilling to admit it." Heero paused, then added, "Or rather, your British Ministry of Magic is unwilling to admit it."
You won't admit it?
Why is that?
And—Loila cracked her knuckles and looked at Shiloh, "I'm not British either—I should be German—"
"The reason is simple." Shiloh shrugged, looked at the empty plate on the table, and then picked up an apple and a knife.
"Fudge wanted to create a feeling of everything flourishing—" she said, lightly slicing the apple with a knife, "as if there was no danger at all."
"The wizarding world is incredibly safe—making everyone think—the Ministry of Magic is truly amazing." Hero said, the apple peel falling gently onto the plate. "That's his idea."
"What is this—why is this?" Loila looked at Miss Shiloh in confusion. She really couldn't understand Minister Fudge's thinking. Wasn't it already very dangerous?
Why pretend it's safe?
If I pretend to be something I'm not—will I get some kind of bonus?
If not, then why do it?
Loila didn't quite understand. Could it be that Minister Fudge's army of fire spirits was enough to deal with Voldemort?
"I don't know either." Shiloh gently placed the peeled apple on the plate. "People are troubled by nothing more than a few emotions."
"Love, hate, vanity, fear—" she paused, "Fudge has more than just these emotions."
What does this mean?
Why is Miss Hilo suddenly saying such profound things? — Loila doesn't really understand these emotions; in fact, she's only just come to understand love.
"In short—Dumbledore's warning was correct." Heero nodded slightly. "The Ministry of Magic will be here soon."
"Whatever they say—you must think carefully." Heero paused, then added, "I suspect they might invite you to the Ministry of Magic."
"Me—me?" Loila blinked. Being invited to the Ministry of Magic or something—could I do that?
Isn't it too dangerous to invite a sorcerer like me to the Ministry of Magic? — I almost forgot, Miss Shiro also works at the Ministry of Magic — but what is Miss Shiro's position?
It seems I've never heard Miss Shiloh mention it before.
"After all, the conflict between Dumbledore and Fudge will only grow stronger," Shiloh said with a sigh. "And you, as someone with such close ties to the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts—"
"Naturally, it will be at the center of the vortex."
Don't bring up such a frightening topic all of a sudden—and didn't I have a good relationship with the Ministry of Magic before?
Why don't I feel anything?
Loila pursed her lips, a little flustered. She looked at Shiloh and asked, "Then—what should I do?"
Hilo didn't speak, but gently shook her head and handed the apple from the plate to Loila. Looking at Loila silently holding the apple with both hands, Hilo slowly said, "This is just a guess, isn't it?"
"The Ministry of Magic might contact you," she said, pausing for a moment, "but they might not respond at all."
"They've been very busy lately," she said, shrugging. "They're dealing with Sirius Black's exoneration while also fending off rumors about Voldemort."
"And then there's Steinberger—this guy's identity," Shiloh said, looking at Loira. "It's complicated, isn't it?"
"It's...it's very complicated..." Royla blinked, munching on the apple in her hand. "This kind of thing is still too far removed from my own life."
Even if there is a connection—I'm not exactly a very important person, am I?
I feel like just giving a perfunctory response should be enough, right?
Loila had absolutely no interest in anything related to the Ministry of Magic; if she did, it was only in matters concerning her bad teeth and the army of fire spirits.
As for Voldemort—Royla herself thought he was just a minor terrorist, someone with little power—
I didn't expect him to be so capable.
If that's the case—then it seems—dealing with him is also a necessary task—although I really want to join forces with him to take down Dumbledore, it now seems almost impossible.
After all, I've ruined his plans several times—and he doesn't seem to like me much either. I heard he's a pure-blood wizard theorist, so a half-blood wizard like me definitely—definitely wouldn't be someone he likes, right?
Since that's the case, I might as well just live my life honestly—pretending to know nothing is still the best thing for me, isn't it?
Loila nodded slightly as she thought about it, and then finished eating the rabbit-shaped apple in her hand.
Watching her finish the apple, Shiloh nodded and said slowly, "Let's stop here for today—you need more time to rest, right?"
"Um?"
"I have some things to attend to and I need to leave," Shiloh said, reaching out to gently pat Loila's head.
Huh?
Miss Shiloh suddenly—suddenly acting so intimately—in Loira's memory, Miss Shiloh had never touched her head so suddenly before.
But she was leaving.
"What...what is it?" Loila bit her lip and grabbed her hand, asking softly.
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Shiloh trembled slightly, and after a few seconds she said, "I—I need to go back to the Rozier family."
"However—" She looked at Loila and nodded, "If anything happens—I'll come back immediately."
After saying that, she left as if fleeing.
Watching her retreating figure, Loila felt a pang of emptiness—she was alone in the hospital room again.
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Loila seemed to remember something and looked at the little snake clinging to her.
And Miss Nagini too!
"Miss Nagini—are you alright?" Loila asked softly, as if remembering something.
"Of course I didn't." After Hilo left, Nagini immediately transformed back into human form. She gently leaned against Loila and said, "You, on the other hand, are seriously injured."
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"Actually—it's not that serious—"
"You've been unconscious for three days," Nagini said seriously. "Don't think I'm joking with you."
"I'm sorry."
Seeing Loira lower her head, Nagini shook her head and changed the subject: "But when did you become so close to her?"
"Who?"
"Shilo," Nagini shrugged, "She came back on the first day of your three-day coma—and has been staying here ever since."
"Ugh————"
"She also peeled the apples and stuff—but you probably already know that." Nagini's words made Loila purse her lips.
Yes, not only did they know—they also saw Dumbledore eat most of them—but thankfully Miss Heeroise chopped off a few more—
As Nagini ate one of the rabbit apples, Loila bit her lip.