The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 392 is actually a case of a beautiful face hiding a dark side.

Chapter 392 is actually a case of a beautiful face hiding a dark side.

"I see—"

On the shore of Black Lake at dawn, Luna lay on the grass watching a beetle crawl by, and whispered, "Can't Loila think of anything happy?"

"Hmm—" Loila, lying beside her and also looking at the beetle, said, "It's not that I couldn't think of that—I just..."

"You just always think the worst, right?" Luna chimed in, blinking. "Maybe it's because you have too many annoying pests around you, isn't it?"

"A harassing horsefly?"

"Hmm—" Luna reached out and patted Loila's head: "Look—there are a lot of harassing flies here."

Feeling Luna's fingers touch her, Loila blushed slightly, but—unexpectedly, she felt very comfortable—very relaxed.

Luna is really amazing—and her friends are all amazing too!

"Don't worry, Loila," Luna said softly. "Things are always unpredictable—but I believe that as long as we try hard enough..."

"It certainly won't develop in the worst possible way, right?"

"And—" she chuckled softly, "no matter when, no matter where—we always see a starry sky."

"They're all the same moon —"

"Isn't that enough?" she said, looking up and blinking. "Even though there's no moon right now—"

""

Luna's words make a lot of sense—she seems more philosophical than she was two or three years ago—and it seems so, after all, Luna has grown up—Luo Yili opened her eyes and looked at Luna, suddenly feeling a little unfamiliar. Even though they hadn't seen each other for only a few days, Luna seemed to have grown up a lot all of a sudden.

She has already grown from a girl into a young woman—while she seems to still be the same as before?

Loila wasn't sure if she had changed at all—probably not, right?

Although communicating with Luna did not solve the problem of the Guardian Charm, it did dispel Loira's initial sadness.

"Oh, right, Loila," Luna said softly, as if remembering something, "I heard there will be a dance at Christmas."

"A ball?" Loila shuddered involuntarily upon hearing the word.

This word never brought her any good experiences, whether in Durmstrang or later in Nurmengard.

But my time at Hogwarts before—aside from being second in the Hamilton Imitation Contest—was generally quite enjoyable.

For example, dancing with Luna, or taking photos with students —

Wait—dancing?

Loila paused for a moment, seemingly understanding Luna's meaning; she wanted to talk to me—

"Loira, it seems like everyone can attend this ball," Luna said with a smile, tilting her head. "So, should I go?"

"Of course—of course I want to—" Loila said subconsciously, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized something and blushed slightly, twitching her ears.

"What I mean is—if we don't participate—it'll be really—boring, right?"

"Oh dear—should we participate?" Luna tilted her head and pointed to her lips with her finger. "I think it's better not to participate."

"I'd rather investigate the ivy at Hogwarts."

"Ah—the ivy and all that—" When Loila heard that Luna wasn't going to participate, she was a little anxious. She pursed her lips, unsure of what to say.

Luna watched her without saying a word, only letting out a chiming laugh before suddenly getting up and running towards the castle.

"Luna?!" Loila hurriedly got up, chasing after Luna while waving her wand to pick up the shoes Luna had dropped.

"Let's see who catches the most harassing horseflies first!"

"But I—I can't see them at all!"

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The shadows of the two figures receding into the distance were reflected in the eyes of the cold-faced girl.

Siegfried von Ansbach — she stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, her expression not looking good.

He had been easily defeated by Hamilton—Hamilton was much stronger than he had imagined—and he collapsed to the ground like a stray dog.

She not only defeated herself, but also saved a large number of people.

What hypocrisy—hypocrisy to the extreme—Siegfried gritted his teeth and took a deep breath—

The humiliation, that intense humiliation, made her feel suffocated—made her feel—nauseous—

Is my own strength really insufficient?

No—I still have a chance—she definitely didn't realize it—she didn't realize my thoughts, after all, she had no awareness of the fact that she had caused the deaths of the Ansbach family.

She might have even forgotten him—even though he gave up so much for her, only to end up like that.

Siegfried stared at the carefree figure's retreating back, his eyes filled with hatred, not only for the honor and disgrace of the Ansbach family, but also for her forgetfulness.

There are three kinds of death: physical death, social death, and—forgetting.

Forgetting means that person is dead, truly dead —

What a cold and heartless person — Siegfried gritted his teeth and gripped his wand tightly.

"Oh—is—is this Miss Ansbach?"

"Hmm?" The timid voice that suddenly came from beside her ear startled Siegfried. She subconsciously turned her head, gripped her wand tightly, and looked behind her.

When did she arrive?

"No—don't do this!" It was a shy girl with black hair, was she Beauxbatons' student?

Siegfried recognized her; she was the hero of Beauxbatons, the tagalong who followed Fleur Delacour.

Emma Rozier —

Why is she here?

Siegfried frowned and put down his wand: "What are you doing here?"

"I—I was just chasing a butterfly and—I just happened to be passing by here—" Emma seemed to be frightened by Siegfried, and she bit her lip as if she was about to cry.

Am I that scary?

Siegfried coughed and said, "I was being nosy."

"Then—what is Miss Ansbach doing here? You seem—not very happy—" Emma asked softly, rubbing her hands together.

"This is none of your business."

What's wrong with this guy? Does being a little friendly make him take advantage of me?

Siegfried instinctively felt uncomfortable, and she frowned as she said, "Minding your own business is never a good thing."

""

"Ugh! I'm so sorry!" Emma said, her voice trembling with tears as she lowered her head. "I didn't mean to—I didn't mean to ask."

How could someone like that be chosen as the hero? Has the Goblet of Fire gone mad?

Siegfried shook her head, losing interest, and began to leave.

But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly heard a cold, clear voice.

"You'd better put away your bad thoughts, especially about her."

"Huh?" She felt a chill run down her spine, and the thought of danger immediately flashed through her mind, causing her to instinctively turn around and look at the source of the sound.

"Huh?!"

"W-what's wrong?" Emma seemed startled by her sudden movement, taking a few steps back and hiding behind a tree.

,

Is it just my imagination?

Or—Siegfried looked into Emma's eyes, but couldn't see anything in those timid eyes—

"Damn it!" she cursed under her breath, then quickly left.

Watching her departing figure, Emma, ​​who had been looking timid, suddenly broke into a smile.

It was a somewhat stiff smile.

"To hurt the adorable Loila—absolutely—absolutely not allowed—absolutely not!"

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