vncnus Chapter 240 The Silent Rozier
Chapter 240 The Silent Rozier
Chapter 240 The Silent Rozier
Today is Halloween, a day that makes almost every student extremely happy. When Shiloh Rozier recalls Halloween during his student days, he can't help but smile.
At Beauxbatons, every student would dress in their finest gown and gather in the Great Hall, dancing and sharing scary stories they had just heard. If they managed to frighten anyone, they could receive a candy from Mrs. Maxim.
If you get scared, you can get a serving of pumpkin juice.
Hilo was very lucky; she never received pumpkin juice.
But similarly, she never received any candy—perhaps because she wasn't good at storytelling?
Thinking this, Shiloh waved her wand and put away the water basin in the office. Since the weather turned cold, she had lost one of her few hobbies.
Normally, the ice in the basin would melt in a day—but now…
At least for now, there is no sign of them melting.
If ice doesn't melt into water, then this way of relaxing disappears.
That makes sense, though, because I don't really have much time to relax.
She still had Aunt Vida's mission on her shoulders—the thought of the mission made Hilo's eyes turn cold. This was probably why the room temperature hadn't been high.
Aside from the cold fireplace, there were only her cold, unfeeling eyes.
His damned cousins were like a bunch of termites—constantly munching on the glory of the Rozier family and the Malay Party.
I sent the letter asking for help a month ago, and the reply I got was to wait until after Halloween—because they wanted to celebrate Halloween.
Celebrating Halloween — Are they three-year-olds?
Hilo knew what they were thinking, of course. One-third of his family members were pigs, another third were even worse than pigs and parasites, and only the remaining third were true pure-blood wizards.
Most of those one-third are now old.
This also included Aunt Vida. The last time they met, Aunt Vida wasn't in good health—Shilo could clearly remember how excellent Aunt Vida was when she was little.
She was elegant and poised, and highly respected as the head of the Rozier family, but even so, she would occasionally show a sad expression, all because of Lord Grindelwald's failure.
Lord Grindelwald was defeated by the despicable Dumbledore, a fact known to every member of the Mublical Party—but for people of that era, the blow was far greater.
Aunt Vida's health had never been very good, even though she wasn't actually that old for a wizard—but—
That's why most of the Rozier family's affairs are now handled by Aunt Vida's brother, which in turn gave his useless cousins a chance.
Delaying Lord Grindelwald's affairs—that's a capital offense—though not as serious as that of Loy Hamilton—it's still enough to sentence them to death.
Hero remained expressionless, but the wand in his hand creaked under his grip.
After a moment of silence, she gently raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, making the slight ferocity that had appeared there disappear without a trace. She once again transformed into the cold and aloof Professor Shiloh Rozier.
If there's still no news after Halloween, I'll personally go back to France.
Thinking this, Hilo walked to the wardrobe and gently waved her wand.
The cabinet was opened, revealing a row of almost identical robes. She didn't like wearing overly ornate clothes, nor did she like dressing up like a celebrity.
During her first year in Beauxbatons, she knew that her surname destined her to attract everyone's attention, and that her abilities were the way to keep that attention.
However, this habit has now gotten her into quite a bit of trouble.
How should we resolve Dumbledore's situation?
Although Heero wished she could burn his beard to ashes and then use the Crucifixion Curse to make him relive the fifty years of suffering endured by the Mafia, she still had to obey his arrangements at Hogwarts.
"I hope all the professors can dress up in a way that fits the Halloween atmosphere."
What's the Halloween atmosphere like?
What exactly constitutes the Halloween atmosphere?
While in Beauxbatons, Heero wore his usual school uniform—but Hogwarts doesn't have uniforms for professors.
So, should I just wear my usual clothes?
That doesn't seem to work either—Dumbledore has already begun to doubt himself, just as Heero himself thought, that his surname naturally attracts attention.
Dumbledore was the same way—if he repeatedly behaved differently from others, he would attract too much attention.
Shiloh had been deliberately keeping quiet for the past month to reduce Dumbledore's attention to her, and she didn't want to be under his watchful eye again on Halloween.
So deciding what to wear seems to be quite a troublesome matter — Hilo lowered her eyes, her purple eyes staring at the closet full of identical clothes for a long time.
In the end, he slammed his hand down and closed the wardrobe.
Perhaps I should ask someone else?
But—after thinking it over and over, Hilo couldn't find anyone to ask.
Aunt Vida?
Is it a bit strange to ask such a question?
Or what kind of friend?
Did I actually have friends?
Having grown up alone, Heero didn't have many friends, especially after arriving at Hogwarts—the only person she talked to most was probably Snape.
Severus Snape, formerly Voldemort's henchman, now works for Dumbledore for reasons unknown, and is also a highly skilled Potions Master.
Asking him that kind of question probably won't get you a good answer, right? After all, he's a gentleman, not a lady.
So————
Hilo thought for a few seconds, and a name suddenly flashed through his mind.
She was a girl with dark blonde hair, talkative and quite interesting, and much smarter than those naive students.
Her name is Luna Lovegood—Shiloh has found her to be an interesting person ever since their last conversation in Hogsmeade.
Whether it was the horned snoring beast or the harassing horsefly she mentioned, it all piqued Hilo's interest—so they would occasionally exchange letters.
Ok?
How did I become so close to a second-year student?
Hilo instinctively felt absurd; wasn't this the same as Hamilton, whom she attacked every day—no, no, how could she be the same as her?
He was only trying to gather information about her.
Thinking this, Hilo added another sentence after asking the question.
"Do you know what Miss Hamilton has been up to lately?"
He approached Miss Lovegood for this reason only—not because he was interested in what she was saying.
She was nothing more than a tool I could use and discard at any time.
Thinking this, Hilo slowly closed the letter.