vncnus Chapter 135 The Longest Night
Chapter 135 The Longest Night
Chapter 135 The Longest Night
"Never mind, never mind, let's not worry about that for now." Ezreal, still carrying a pile of food, came to Loila's rescue. She put the three loaves of bread, four sausages, five bananas, and a bunch of pine cones on the table, then plopped down on the sofa.
"It's getting late, let's get down to business!"
Let's discuss serious matters?
Loila recovered from the shock of being surrounded and watched as the Hufflepuff students sat obediently on the sofa.
The students looked serious, as if they were about to discuss something very important.
The slightly tense atmosphere made Loila purse her lips and her breathing become slightly rapid.
Wait, what am I so nervous about? They're just a bunch of students, probably talking about what to eat tomorrow or their final exams—right?
Loila swallowed hard and carefully sat down on a separate sofa.
Seeing that everyone was seated, Ezreal coughed lightly and said, "Alright, now that everyone is ready, let's begin."
"This matter is of great importance; it could very well determine the survival of Hogwarts and the future of Hufflepuff."
Is it really that important?
Loila bit her lip as she looked at Ezreal, her posture unconsciously straightening up, and her two pointed ears inside the hood slightly perked up, as if she didn't want to miss a word.
"Ahem, ahem." Ezreal coughed lightly, then lowered her voice: "I'm sure everyone knows about Professor Hamilton's matter—"
"Um?"
"Uh-huh!"
Everyone nodded except for Roy.
No way—what are you nodding about?! And why does it concern me?! Loila looked at the students who were speaking evasively with a bit of fear, and she began to think quickly about everything that was related to her.
Could it be that my identity as Lord Grindelwald's saint has been exposed? Impossible, impossible! Even Dumbledore doesn't know, so how could these students know?
Or it could be about Mr. Riddle—but that's unlikely. Even if it were known, Dumbledore would have been the one to come knocking first.
So what is it related to?
Their behavior doesn't seem like they know my true identity.
Loila glanced cautiously at Ezreal, her anticipation mixed with fear as she awaited his next words.
"Is there a problem?" Ezreal seemed to notice Loira's gaze and asked instinctively.
"Ah—no—nothing!" Loila shuddered and quickly shook her head.
"There's no need to be so scared—" Ezreal pouted, then straightened her expression: "So, what does everyone think about this?"
Ok?
Hmm, what? How do I look at it?!
"I think we should ask Professor Hamilton's opinion on this first," a little badger said thoughtfully.
No—Professor Hamilton doesn't even know what this is about!
"I think we should try to persuade Professor Hamilton!" another badger said, pursing his lips.
.
"If this were to happen, it would be terrifying!"
It would be terrifying if something like that succeeded!
Loila was both terrified and confused—could it be that I actually have some terminal illness, but they just don't want to tell me?
Were all those previous feelings of exhaustion symptoms symptoms? And is this current improvement—just a temporary resurgence before death?!
Loila's face turned pale with fright, and her blue eyes cautiously glanced at the crowd—this kind of thing—
That's probably unlikely—right?
"You two are being a bit too pessimistic. Maybe the outcome isn't as bad as we think?" The little badger, clutching his bread, paused before saying, "For example, things might turn out for the better?"
Yeah, yeah! Actually, there's nothing wrong with him at all, right?
"Impossible!" Ezreal slammed her hand on the sofa. "How could this possibly turn out well?"
Don't jump to that conclusion so suddenly—I think I can still be saved, right? I was in great health before!
"Don't you even see—" Ezreal paused abruptly, then pursed her lips and looked at the trembling Loila.
What do you think?
Why are you asking me what I'm doing?! This kind of thing—
"Ugh!" Loila shrank into the sofa, then clutched her hood tightly and whispered, "I—I—"
"I think—"
"Maybe—maybe Professor Hamilton—will—will be alright?"
"Why do you think so too?" Ezreal couldn't help but shake her head.
I am Professor Hamilton himself! Why would I want to be cured of some terminal illness?!
Loila gritted her teeth, wanting to say something, but quickly lowered her head after meeting the students' eyes.
"In short, we must stop things from getting worse." Seeing that Loira didn't object, Ezreal coughed lightly and said, "This is our duty as Professor Hamilton's students!"
"That's right!" the other badger cubs nodded.
"We swear to defend Professor Hamilton to the death!"
"No—you—what are you talking about?!" Loila suddenly realized something was wrong—what on earth were they discussing?!
"But we definitely can't stop him on our own, can we?" one of the badgers said, clenching his fist. "He's a professor, after all!"
Who is he? — How come a new character has been unlocked?!
Loila increasingly felt that what she was thinking might lead to something similar to what they were discussing.
"You're right." Ezreal nodded slightly, then pondered for a few seconds: "How about this!"
She seemed to have come up with a good idea.
"We can unite with students from other houses!" she said, taking a big bite of bread. "I'm sure the students of Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin wouldn't want this to happen!"
"Yes!" a little badger agreed, "Granger seems to care a lot about this!"
"And the Weasley brothers," another badger added. "Don't forget they were the ones who planned the photo gift."
"They are all forces we can win over." Ezreal nodded slightly, then asked, "What about Ravenclaw and Slytherin?"
"It seems that Lovegood really likes Professor Hamilton?"
Luna?
Upon hearing Luna's name, Loila suddenly had a bad feeling.
"But we're not very familiar with her—" Ezreal muttered to herself, then looked at Loila.
"I remember you and she are friends, right?"
"Hmm...hmm!" Loila nodded subconsciously.
"Then you should contact her."
what?
Why contact Luna? Loila still has no idea what these students are discussing—are they trying to start some kind of organization related to me?
But I have absolutely no idea what this is!
"There are people from Slytherin too," a little badger said after a few seconds of thought. "Do you remember when the Ministry of Magic came to the school before?"
"I saw Professor Hamilton speak to an Auror for a few minutes; he seemed to be Parkinson's brother."
"Hmm—then she's someone we can try to win over!" Ezreal said thoughtfully. "That way, we'll have many allies!"
"But having allies alone isn't enough, is it?" a little badger asked after thinking for a moment. "Shouldn't our organization have a name or something?"