vncnus Chapter 333 Harmonica
Chapter 333 Harmonica
Chapter 333 Harmonica
"What's this?" Nagini, following behind Loila, looked curiously at the contents of the box and asked, "Is this a harmonica?"
"Hmm—" Loila nodded, touching the harmonica with a nostalgic touch: "This is—this is the harmonica I used to play."
"With Mom —"
"————" Nagini smiled gently as she looked at Loila. "I didn't expect you could play the harmonica."
"It's not that I can do it—" Loila quickly shook her head: "I only know one song."
"Can you play it for me?"
"Wait—wait until we get back—we'll talk about it when we get back—" Loila looked at the fairy standing at the door and pursed her lips awkwardly. She still didn't want to show anything in front of strangers.
Especially since this fairy is the talkative kind—whether he thinks it sounds nice or not, Loila would definitely find it hard to stand what he says.
"Is that all?"
"This—this is enough," Loila said softly, gently picking up her harmonica.
Although she didn't know why her father had left the harmonica there, seeing it again filled Loila with an indescribable joy.
Especially after she returned to her office, she sat quietly by the window and carefully picked up her harmonica.
"Buzz~"
The delicate sound of the harmonica drifted out the window in the moonlight. Although she was a little rusty, hearing that familiar sound filled Loila with an indescribable joy.
He was even happier than when he inherited the Hamilton family fortune or received the five thousand Galleons.
This small harmonica was like a key, unlocking a connection between Loila and her past self—just listening to its melodious sound, she felt as if she had returned to that afternoon decades ago, sitting by the river with her mother, quietly playing the harmonica.
For some reason, Loila felt her eyes welling up again, even though she's not usually one to cry.
"Bang bang bang".
Just then, there was a knock on the office door. Coming to her senses, she quickly wiped her eyes and pursed her lips.
Who is it—coming to see me so late at night?
It doesn't feel like Dumbledore either—his knocking sound isn't like that—it seems like it is—
"Professor Hamilton, are you there?"
Well!
It looks like Hagrid?
Loila paused for a moment, then quickly opened the office door. Looking at the tall figure at the door, she subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Sorry to bother you so late." Hagrid scratched his head and gave a bright smile as he walked into the office, rubbing his beard.
As he walked in, Loila noticed what was behind him.
It was quite a large object; upon closer inspection, Loila was surprised to find that it was a long table.
"What is this?!" Loila thought for a few seconds, but she had no idea what it was for—there couldn't possibly be some magical creature that looked like a table, could there?
When Hagrid was mentioned, all she could think of were magical creatures.
"This is a gift for you, Professor Hamilton." Hagrid said with a hearty smile, slamming the table behind him onto the office floor with a slightly heavy thud.
"Hmm—" It looks so heavy—but is it a gift?
Loila subconsciously shook her head and said, "I—I didn't have a birthday—I didn't do anything—I can't accept the gift."
"Who says you can only give gifts on birthdays?" Hagrid shook his head with a smile. "I heard you have a new house, and I was wondering if you'd be lacking furniture or something."
"This is a table I made myself by cutting down a tree from the Forbidden Forest," Hagrid said, patting the tabletop with a somewhat dull sound. "This table is definitely very durable."
"It feels like Professor Hamilton could be used on your grandson's grandson!"
Ah—I don't think I'll ever get married or anything—but wait, how did Hagrid know I had a new house?
"Miss Lovegood told me," Hagrid said with a shrug. "She told me when I was chatting with her that day."
"Is that Luna?" Roy nodded slightly and said, "Then... thank you very much, Hagrid... but I can't... I can't accept it."
Putting aside the fact that Roy already has a table, Roy doesn't really want to accept random gifts from others, especially since the last gift she received was five thousand Galleons from Peterson.
"It's alright, Professor Hamilton," Hagrid said, patting his chest. "I wasn't much help with Peterson's matter."
"Professor Rosier and Professor Dumbledore both noticed that something was wrong with that guy," Hagrid said, looking somewhat guilty. "You helped me with the unicorn thing—"
Actually, it's not really fair to say I helped you—strictly speaking, the unicorn Loila herself wanted to save you too.
"Alright, just accept it, Professor Hamilton." Seeing Loila's attempt to refuse, Hagrid looked displeased. "Are you really that worried about what kind of return gift I'll get?"
"Ah—that's not what I meant—" Loila quickly waved her hands, "I'll accept it—"
Looking at Loila, who was struggling to place her book on the table after opening her spatial dimension, Hagrid seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "By the way, Professor Hamilton."
"Have you prepared anything for the party?"
"Send a team?"
Loila paused slightly, wondering what this thing was.
Ah—of course Loila knew what a party was, she just didn't know why it was suddenly brought up, as someone who had never been to a party before.
Loila thought she would never be associated with this word in her life.
To her surprise, she heard it from Hagrid's mouth—"Are you actually some kind of party animal?" Loira looked Hagrid up and down, her eyes still full of confusion.
Do you have a tradition in Britain of having a party after clearing out the table? If so, I'd better not.
"Yeah, a party." Hagrid, unaware of Loira's thoughts, nodded. "Of course you have to invite your friends to a party after buying a new house."
"This is a tradition that exists for both wizards and Muggles."
"Um?"
How come I've never heard of that?
Seeing Loila's blank expression, Hagrid raised an eyebrow and continued, "It's just inviting all your friends over to eat, drink, chat, and strengthen your friendships."
I know what a party is!
I'm just a little confused that there are still queues like this.
Even after Hagrid left, Loila still couldn't figure it out—if such a tradition really existed, should she organize it?
Even if I did host a party, it seems like I don't have many people to invite—my only friends are Luna, Miss Nagini, Mr. Lupin, Hagrid, and Miss Shiloh.
There seem to be quite a few—after all, these are friends coming over. But wouldn't it be awkward if everyone had something to do?
For some reason, Loila suddenly hallucinated a scene of a silver-haired girl with pointed ears sitting alone in a decorated room, with no one else coming.
If such a thing really happened, I would probably die on the spot, right?
However—if they're willing to come—I think I could actually host one—after all—it seems like they're very friendly!
For Loila, who had never had any friends in the past, "party" was a sacred and inviolable word.