stonecrandall Chapter 123 What? I'm actually quite good at socializing!
Chapter 123 What? I'm actually quite good at socializing!
Chapter 123 What? I'm actually quite good at socializing!
"I'm so sorry—Professor Snape!" Roy said in the loudest voice he had ever used. "I shouldn't have attacked—attacked you."
"Heh." Snape sneered, without even flinching.
McGonagall stood between them, seemingly a little embarrassed for a moment.
"Severus—I'm sorry," she said slowly to Snape, "I misunderstood you."
"It's nothing—Professor Minerva McGonagall," Snape said, emphasizing each word. He seemed genuinely unconcerned about McGonagall's thoughts, his cold eyes fixed intently on Royle.
"I'm just a little curious—why is our Miss Hamilton wandering around the school alone so late?" Snape said haltingly. "I've lost quite a few of my herbs recently."
"This probably has nothing to do with you, right?"
"Eek!" Loila shuddered, not only her pointed ears but also the hairs on her body stood on end. She quickly waved her hands and said, "No—I didn't—those herbs have nothing to do with me!"
"Why is that?" Snape's question made McGonagall frown as well.
"I remember Professor Hamilton, you weren't required to patrol the nights, were you?"
Night patrol?
Loila was taken aback. She didn't know that Hogwarts had night patrols—meaning that professors were responsible for patrolling at night?
Wait—this shouldn't be my focus! How am I supposed to explain this—I really didn't come to steal anything—but I just stammered for ages after going into the Slytherin common room to look for the diary. Royla whispered, "I—I came to see Professor Snape."
She realized she had lied again. Roy's face turned bright red, and whether it was some kind of conditioned reflex or not, she felt a hallucination coming from her ears.
"Looking for me?" Snape scoffed. "What for?"
"It's—it's for—the magic circle—the prop—" Roy's voice grew softer and softer, and his mind became more and more confused.
What am I even saying?! What magic array or props?!
"A magic circle artifact?" McGonagall paused for a moment and looked at Snape.
"Miss Hamilton and I made a deal before," Snape said, flicking his wrist as a necklace slid out of his sleeve.
"This is a necklace made with expensive dragon blood that can predict tomorrow's weather," Snape said coldly. "What—are you regretting wasting dragon blood?"
"No, no, no—no!" Roy shook her head hurriedly, but she couldn't think of an excuse for a long time.
With her mind in a daze, she saw the blue light emanating from the necklace and instinctively said, "I'm here to help you—to help you change the color—"
"Change it—to a different color?" Snape suddenly paused, frowning slightly. "Change it to—what color?"
Ok?
Loila suddenly froze, wondering if it was just her imagination, but she felt the chill in Professor Snape's voice had gone from -50°C to -45°C.
Have a show?
But what color—it seemed—it seemed important—Roy swallowed hard and tentatively said, "Yellow—"
—”
"Um?"
Snape's cold snort made Loila shudder—it seemed it wasn't yellow.
"black--""
"Oh."
It's not black either.
"White—" "Tsk."
If it's not white, then what color is left—could it be—
"green?"
"—" This time Snape didn't speak, but quietly looked at Roy.
It looks green—but if it's green, isn't that the same color as rain?
"Or maybe—let's change the color of the rain to something else," Roy thought, carefully taking the necklace from Snape's hand.
"I will—I will fix it by tomorrow—" she said softly, "and then—and then I'm sorry—"
"I shouldn't have—"
"Get back to work, Hamilton." Snape tossed his robes and strode away, seemingly having little patience for Loira's apology.
However, it seems—his mood is a little better than before—
Then—Roy looked up at McGonagall.
The Hogwarts vice-principal was looking at Loila with a serious expression.
"Professor Hamilton, I understand you're somewhat afraid," she said slowly, "but under no circumstances should you use your wand lightly."
"You're different from ordinary wizards."
Ok?
"Why is it different?" Loila instinctively pulled her hat brim tighter. It turned out Professor McGonagall also thought my pointed ears "didn't look like you, Miss Hamilton." Seeing this, McGonagall had to cough: "It's related to your spell."
"Silent spells are a very dangerous ability."
"It's a ruthless weapon against enemies, but against friends—"
Professor McGonagall said a lot more, but Roy didn't hear a word of what she said about facing her friends.
Friends? Did she and Professor Snape look like friends? Subconsciously, she was actually a little happy. Hehe, even if it only looked like it, didn't that mean she would soon become friends with Professor Snape?
This is wonderful!
"So, Professor Hamilton, there's something I happen to want to ask you."
"Huh?!" Loila only came to her senses when she heard her own name. She pursed her lips and looked at McGonagall.
How have you been feeling lately?
"Hmm—not bad?" Roy thought for a moment and said that. Indeed, she was not bad—even though she had been obsessed with the magic circle in the secret room recently, she was unexpectedly feeling much better than before.
"Is that so?" McGonagall nodded thoughtfully. "Then—it's time for you to join the Hogwarts professors' night watch duties."
"Huh?" Loila paused for a moment, instinctively about to wave her hand in refusal—but just as she raised her hand, she remembered her own affairs.
If I became the Night Watch Professor, wouldn't it be easier to find Mr. Riddle?
After all—it really did seem a bit suspicious for me to be wandering around the school late at night—especially since someone was stealing Professor Snape's medicine.
If I become a Night Watch Professor, wouldn't I have a legitimate reason to wander around Hogwarts at night? And I wouldn't have to worry about being asked what I'm doing there anymore.
"Yes—yes."
"Ah—Professor Hamilton, helping the school is something every professor should do—we trust you to do it—"
"Wait—" McGonagall paused, then asked, "Did you agree?"
"Hmm—hmm!" Loila nodded.
"I see—" Professor McGonagall nodded, seemingly a little disappointed. "Then please wait for me to let you know, okay?"
"It takes time to arrange the night patrol schedule."
"Hmm—okay." Loila nodded obediently, then watched Professor McGonagall mutter as she left.
Although I don't know what my place is in Professor McGonagall's heart—I'm definitely a genius!
Not only did they avert the crisis, but they also demonstrated a friendship with Professor Snape.
Incidentally, this also laid the foundation for finding a diary in the future!
What? I'm pretty good at socializing!
With that thought in mind, Loila gripped the necklace tightly. Next, she would help her potential friend, Professor Snape, change the color!
Don't worry, Professor Snape! From now on, snow will be your favorite green! And rain—since you don't like blue anymore, then turn it red!
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