bdsm-fiction Chapter 355 Arrival
Chapter 355 Arrival
Chapter 355 Arrival
Could it be that Mr. Parkinson's ticket to himself is something extraordinary?
Sitting in the carriage, Loila glanced down at the ticket in her hand, pursed her lips, and then turned it over to look at it a few more times.
I can't tell anything from this ticket—in fact, if you look closely, you'll find that there isn't even a seat number on it—could this be some kind of kidnapping?
Or was it human trafficking?!
I, a Veela, still have the potential to be trafficked, so please release Luna!
But that doesn't seem to be the case—after all, who would arrange a Thestral carriage specifically for kidnapping someone? Loila pondered for a few seconds and could only conclude that this ticket was something special.
Maybe it's something like the front row?
Hopefully, I won't get hit by those Quidditch balls flying everywhere—but—is Luna not surprised at all?
Logically, shouldn't I be surprised that I received such treatment, and then casually reply with something like, "Nothing special"?
This way, I can show my strength as an adult and also make Luna think I'm very capable!
But Luna seems to have a rather lukewarm reaction.
Loila had assumed that a little kid like Luna would be very happy riding in a flying carriage, but it seemed like she wasn't all that excited.
"Ah—this place is just like the carriages at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts' carriage?" Loila paused for a moment.
"Yeah, didn't Loila know?" Luna tilted her head and said, "Starting from the second year, students all go to school in Thestrals."
Is that so?
It's all your fault, Dumbledore! You ruined my chance to impress Luna!
"Is this Royla's first time riding this?"
"Ah—yes—yes." Loila pursed her lips awkwardly. It was her first time riding in a Thestral carriage, or rather, a flying carriage. She had to admit that although she was a little scared in the air, it was much more comfortable than riding a broom or something.
Realizing this, Loila quickly coughed and emphasized, "I'm not—scared!"
"It's very comfortable here."
Why did I have to explain it that way?
The Thestrals were flying very fast. Loila felt that it didn't take long before the carriage descended. Perhaps it was because Europe wasn't that big?
In any case, as the carriage descended, everything around them became clearer. The first thing that stood out was the enormous Quidditch pitch, which looked as tall as Durmstrang's Astronomy Tower and seemed capable of holding tens of thousands of spectators.
But that would be very noisy—and—Loila looked down from the carriage window and saw a dense cluster of tents stretching from the horizon.
There are just too many people here!
Her face paled slightly, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried—but suddenly, she felt her hand being pulled by another soft, warm hand.
That's Luna's hand.
"Don't worry, Loila, with my spray, no harassing horseflies will get close!"
Luna is so thoughtful—and what she says is so cute!
Loila's tension lessened considerably, and seeing Luna's smile, she also smiled slightly.
However, the smile disappeared as soon as the carriage landed.
Good afternoon, Miss Hamilton.
"Ah—Mr. Scrimgeour!" Seeing the vampire Scrimgeour's serious face, Loira instinctively said, "I'm—sorry!"
"?"
Scrimgeour glanced at Loila with a puzzled expression, then slowly said, "I'm sorry, but I need to check the inside of the carriage."
"Huh?"
While it's nice to be welcomed by the Ministry of Magic upon disembarking—isn't it a bit strange to have the carriage inspected?
Meeting Loila's strange gaze, Scrimgeour coughed and explained, "Something bad has happened recently."
"So we have to make sure that guy doesn't sneak in."
"That guy?"
"Sirius Black," Scrimgeour lowered his voice, "He escaped, didn't he?"
"Hmm!" Is this the Azkaban fugitive that the Ministry of Magic asked me to capture but I didn't go?
The Ministry of Magic seems to be on high alert—but—will he come here?
Although Loila found it a bit strange, she still didn't dare to ask. After all, the more you know, the more dangerous it is, right? If she didn't know anything, even if Sirius came, she could pretend that she knew nothing about the situation.
Hey, is your name Sirius? That's a cool name—shouldn't an answer like that get you through?
As Loila thought this, she pulled Luna closer to her, after all, who knew if he would harm a little girl?
Although I don't know why he was put in Azkaban, it must have been for something bad, right? After all, his cellmates were Mr. Lockhart and Peterson.
"No problem." As if the inspection was complete, an Auror slowly nodded to Scrimgeour.
"Hmm." Scrimgeour nodded slightly and looked at Loila. "Then, Miss Hamilton, I hope you have an unforgettable viewing experience."
"Ah—okay—thank you." Loila thanked her softly and looked around. She wasn't in the open area outside the Quidditch pitch.
It's in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.
This place seems to be a separate platform, with carriages landing around it from time to time, but the magical animals pulling the carriages are all different.
The one next door looks like a magic horse, and the carriage is painted with the logo of the French Ministry of Magic.
Unfortunately, it wasn't Miss Shiloh who got off the carriage, but some people Loila didn't recognize.
That looks like a French wizard.
Loila pursed her lips, momentarily at a loss—where should she go now?
Should she follow the other wizards? Or should she go down and find a place to pitch her tent? Loila had never seen a Quidditch World Cup before, and she stood on the somewhat empty platform, feeling a little lost.
"Loila, over here!"
Fortunately, Luna was with her, and she called out in a melodious voice, "This gentleman said we can go this way!"
Well!
Reminded by Luna, Loila blushed instantly, saying that she was an adult and such, yet she had been led around by a student who was about to enter her third year.
However—in third grade—following behind Luna and watching her back, Roy suddenly realized that Luna had grown a lot—she looked almost as tall as him now—
Will they grow taller than me in the future?
Is there some kind of magic spell that can stop someone from growing taller?
Just as Loila was lost in thought, she suddenly bumped her head into the back of the person in front of her.
"Hmm!"
She staggered back a few steps in pain, rubbed her head, and looked up to see the person in front of her.
"Ah—this must be Miss Hamilton, right?"
Hey?
Who is this slightly chubby-looking middle-aged man?
"Miss Hamilton really has no sense of propriety. She bumped into Minister Fudge and isn't even going to apologize?"
Huh? Who is this old lady?
Wait, is he Fudge, the Minister of Magic?!
If I bump into him, will I end up in Azkaban?!