The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 330 Some Trivial Matters

Chapter 330 Some Trivial Matters

In the early morning, Loila sat on a chair by the porch, watching the rising sun and pursing her lips.

Several weeks have passed since she returned from Ms. Vida's place, and it is now April.

As the Peterson incident escalated, it caused quite a stir at Hogwarts. Loila had just opened her office door that day when she saw more than a dozen Pinecone Party students standing at the door looking apologetic.

They seem to be apologizing for getting Peterson into the Pinecone Party—ah—it's really nothing, after all, even Professor Hamilton himself didn't realize it.

In addition, the Hogwarts Duel Tournament is in full swing, and the finals are just around the corner.

However, this has nothing to do with Loila for the time being, because Professor Hamilton has received a rare leave of absence from Dumbledore in the past few days.

"Go and rest for two weeks, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said. "You must have a lot to take care of."

He's a bad person, but sometimes he's a really good one.

Loyla has indeed been quite busy lately, not only with matters concerning the UMNO party, but also with some matters concerning the Hamilton family in the past few days.

It wasn't that they caused any trouble; on the contrary, they seemed unusually obedient. Loila even heard Miss Siri say that several members of the Hamilton family had repeatedly expressed their sincerity.

How wonderful—it's a harmonious scene.

Ah, getting back to the point—the matter Royla has been dealing with regarding the Hamilton family these past few days is actually related to herself.

That's about the house—Loila thought about it and felt that maybe it was time for her to take her house back.

This is the house she is currently in. Although the house is not big, it is not small either. It not only has two floors, but also a fairly large garden.

Most importantly, this used to be Loira's own home.

Although Ms. Vida said that, it doesn't seem quite right to let Loila shamelessly continue living with the Rozier family.

Even though she has been doing this for three years, it's good to have her own home, isn't it?

After thinking it over, Roy decided to move into this house.

That way, I won't have to stay at Hogwarts during the summer vacation, right?

So these past few days, Loila has been busy with things at her new home.

There are many things to buy, such as the flowers in the yard, which were almost completely destroyed in the previous battle, and all the rooms need to be renovated—after all, Miss Hilo didn't hold back when fighting the Hamilton family wizards.

The walls on the second floor were either riddled with holes or blackened by fire—and most of the furniture was missing parts.

Loila went to Diagon Alley with Miss Nagini yesterday and bought some furniture.

Aside from that, Loila had a few other important things to do. With that thought, she nodded slightly, got up from her chair, and went to the backyard.

The backyard was lucky; it hadn't been affected by the battle. There was a huge oak tree there, and besides that, the yard was full of cornflowers.

These blue flowers clustered around the giant oak tree, like waves swaying in the blue sea.

Loila walked to the oak tree and gently placed her hand on it.

Mom—how are you doing?

She pressed her face against the oak tree and asked—

Fifty years ago, this oak tree didn't seem this big—was it because of my mother?

She closed her eyes and gave a gentle smile—it's been so long—but Mom should be doing well—after all, Dad is with you.

I'm such a bad kid—I haven't been back for over fifty years—but now I probably won't leave again, right?

Loila leaned against the wall quietly, thought for a few seconds, and then softly hummed the tune, the harmonica tune her mother had once taught her.

Her humming wasn't particularly melodious, but it had a subtle ethereal quality.

"call"

A gust of wind blew by, and the cornflowers swayed like ocean waves, or like a mother waving to her child.

Maybe Mom heard it?

Aunt Vida —

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At the Rozier family manor, Shiloh looked at the old man before her and nodded gently: "What are your orders?"

"This semester is almost over, isn't it?" Vida said slowly, her demeanor quite serious, unlike the gentle demeanor Loila had shown her.

"Yes, Aunt Vida." Shiloh nodded. "I will be leaving Hogwarts at the end of this term."

"I know." Vida closed his eyes knowingly. "That's why I'm telling you this specifically—a new mission."

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"Task?"

Hilo paused for a moment, then immediately nodded: "I understand."

She had no objection to the proposal, nor did she intend to take a break. As a member of the Vigilante Party, dedicating herself to Lord Grindelwald's cause had always been Shiloh's principle.

Now that Miss Hamilton's affairs are no longer a concern, perhaps my next task will be dealing with the Basilisk Party.

"After talking with Miss Hamilton a few days ago—I've had a question lingering in my mind." Vida's words startled Hilo.

Miss Hamilton?

Is it related to Loila?

"Miss Hamilton has not remembered anything since she left Newmontard in 1945."

It was as if they had been asleep for fifty years until last year. "Vida paused, then said, "Isn't this a bit strange?"

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"If she really did sleep for fifty years—why hasn't her body changed at all?"

"Veeps do not have this ability."

"Indeed—" Shiloh realized something was wrong as she thought about it. She was even a little surprised that she hadn't noticed it sooner—perhaps because her previous focus was always on whether Loila had betrayed her—and she hadn't thought about these things carefully.

"So I'm very curious—what exactly happened to her?" Vida said slowly.

"Do you think her answer is unreliable?" Shiloh asked instinctively.

"Hmm." Vida nodded slightly. "Miss Hamilton wouldn't lie to us—but she—"

"You can't expect too much from things like this—" Vida paused, "Her answer could very well be deceptive, can't it?"

"So you mean—"

"I hope you can investigate the specific circumstances of her disappearance—" Vida lowered his voice, "If it was done by someone else, then find him."

"If it's—something even stranger—"

"Then I will investigate thoroughly." Shiloh continued, then slowly stood up. "I understand, Aunt Vida."

"But this isn't an easy task," Vida cautioned. "You don't need to rush—"

"I see."