vncnus Chapter 272 The Victim's Owner Who Went to Great Lengths to Help the Thief Escape
Chapter 272 The Victim's Owner Who Went to Great Lengths to Help the Thief Escape
Chapter 272 The Victim's Owner Who Went to Great Lengths to Help the Thief Escape
"Miss Hilo?"
Loila was taken aback when she saw the person in the office. So, it was Miss Shiloh who had entered her office again?
Didn't I come here before? Why am I here again today—but—but this is a good opportunity!
Loila thought this might be a good opportunity to explain herself, and besides, she wouldn't have to worry about Dumbledore eavesdropping in her own office.
Loila glanced around after thinking about this, then carefully closed the office door.
As the office door closed, the atmosphere between the two unexpectedly became a little awkward.
Loila looked at the silent figure, unsure of how to begin—how should she explain herself?
Should I tell Miss Hilo first that I'm not a traitor?
Or is it that—
I wasn't prepared at all! Miss Hilo didn't even give me a heads-up before she came to steal things—I should have prepared my excuse!
"Loila Hamilton—" Before Loila could figure out how to start the conversation, Shiloh spoke up, her tone calm and without any emotion.
"Yes—yes!" Loila shuddered and answered instinctively.
"In last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the person in the memory you implanted into the Memory Circlet—was it Lord Grindelwald?"
"Hmm?" Miss Shiloh actually knows this? Did she secretly see it or—wait, I need to answer Miss Shiloh quickly.
"Hmm—yes—yes." Loila pursed her lips and said, "That's definitely true—"
Since Miss Shiloh asked this, does that mean my identity as a traitor can finally be cleared? Look at me closely, Miss Shiloh! How could I possibly betray Lord Grindelwald!
Hearing this, Hilo let out a soft sigh, then nodded thoughtfully: "So that means—"
You simply wasted fifty years of your life, didn't you?"
"what?"
Why suddenly—why bring this up all of a sudden?
Loila shuddered, instinctively a little scared. If Ms. Vida knew about this, she would definitely kill her—and Miss Shiloh looked so much like Ms. Vida—
"Um—I—" Loila was about to explain when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.
"Cousin, what are you doing?"
"Bang!"
The office door was flung open, and Peterson stormed in angrily.
Then—he saw the two people staring at each other in the office.
"————" His eyes lingered on Loila for a few seconds, then looked at the somewhat strange person, then back at Loila, and then back at the somewhat strange person.
"Who is he?" He couldn't help but ask, pursing his lips. After a brief silence, he seemed to understand something and pulled out his wand.
"Is he the thief, cousin?"
"Ah—I—um—umm!" Loila's brain raced in that instant, and then immediately found the best answer.
"He—he's the thief!" Loila exclaimed, frantically pulling out her wand.
I absolutely mustn't let Peterson know that this is Miss Shirley. If he finds out, I'll have to protect Miss Shirley in front of Dumbledore again!
If that scene were to play out again, Dumbledore would surely realize that he and Miss Shiloh had a very close relationship, right?
I finally managed to gain even a little bit of his trust — I'm sorry, Peterson.
Loila gave Peterson an apologetic look, then gripped her wand tightly.
On the other side, Shiloh raised an eyebrow and narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she understood something as well.
Her purple eyes met Loila's for a few seconds, and they both instantly understood each other's thoughts.
I can't let Miss Shiloh get caught by Peterson—if she does, the truth will definitely be revealed.
"You damned thief, put down your wand and surrender!" Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, Peterson's tone was much more vicious as he held up his wand and stared intently at Shiloh.
"Don't even think about running away from me and my cousin, and don't even think about pulling out your wand to fight back."
"My cousin is a silent witch."
"No—don't say that! It would be so embarrassing if Miss Hilo really ran away—" Loila gripped her wand and pursed her lips.
But how could I let Miss Shiloh go? — The office door was guarded by me and Peterson, and Miss Shiloh couldn't take out her wand.
Loila pursed her lips and thought of a solution.
"Yes—yes!" she stammered, "Don't even think about escaping through the window—this is the second floor—"
"And—and my owl Sia is watching over us—" Loila said, whistling to wake Sia, who was fast asleep.
"?" Xia looked up at the three people in the office, seemingly a little confused.
Peterson's expression was similar to itss.
"Cousin, is your owl a magical creature?" he asked in a low voice, seemingly unable to contain himself any longer.
"No—no—ah, wait, let go of Sia!"
Upon hearing Loila's voice, Peterson finally reacted and looked at the thief, only to see the thief grab Sia's bird claw and hold her upside down in front of him.
Seemingly startled, the tiny owl remained motionless as the thief held it in his hand.
Damn it—I was so busy talking—Peterson pursed his lips, holding up his wand, wondering whether he should knock the owl unconscious first, and then knock out the thief.
If she and I used a spell together—
"No—don't hurt my owl—" came my cousin's voice from beside me: "That's my best—my best friend—"
Hearing the voice, which even sounded a little like it was about to cry, Peterson pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, saying, "Put down the owl."
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"Oh----"
Whether it was Peterson's imagination or not, he thought he heard the thief chuckle, and then he slowly walked to the office window, holding the terrified owl.
Thankfully, the office window was closed, so he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
"Buzz!"
A spell flew out from beside Peterson, then precisely slipped through the gap between the owl and the thief and struck the glass window.
"Bang!"
The glass window shattered with a loud crash.
"Oops—I missed!"
no----
Peterson didn't have time to think before he was about to wave his wand, but then he heard a soft "snap" sound next to him.
Immediately following was Loila's voice and a force from the hem of her robe.
"Ouch—I tripped!"
It seemed that Loila slipped and fell forward. In her panic, she grabbed Peterson's robe, which pulled him down to the ground as well.
"Cousin—you—" Peterson tried to get up in a disheveled state, but he couldn't because Loila was holding his robe.
By the time he got up, the thief had long since vanished, and only an owl flapped its wings and flew in through the window.
"..——"
His lips twitched as he looked at the girl kneeling on the ground in a duck-sitting position, covering her face and groaning in pain.
"Cousin—what's wrong with you—"
"I'm so sorry—it's all my fault—you—you might as well kill me—"
"That's not what I meant—" Peterson looked at the messy office, the broken glass, and the girl covering her head with a headache.
Then he remembered what had just happened at home—no—why do I feel a little dizzy?
"Huh? Peterson! Peterson?!"
The Hogwarts professor of Muggle studies seemed to have finally fainted from anger.