stonecrandall Chapter 274 The Third Party
Chapter 274 The Third Party
Chapter 274 The Third Party
Good morning, both of you.
Dumbledore blinked gently and walked slowly to the two of them.
"Don't rush off, Professor Rozier. I have something I'd like to discuss with you." With that, he sat down in a chair.
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Loila glanced cautiously at Miss Shiloh. She looked perfectly normal, but Loila herself was unexpectedly incredibly nervous.
Why is Dumbledore here? Shouldn't he be busy with some strange things? Why is he here? Did he discover Miss Heero and his disguise?
Wait a minute, if he had discovered it, shouldn't he have brought the Aurors in with him?
"I'm a little surprised to see you all here," Dumbledore said with a soft laugh. "How was your Christmas Eve with the Hamilton family?"
"Not quite...not quite right..." Loila thought for a moment and said truthfully.
"Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "Sometimes life is like that. What you think is a safe harbor may actually be full of reefs."
Don't say anything cryptic again—it's really scary—Loila pursed her lips and asked, "You—what's wrong—is there something wrong?"
"Of course," Dumbledore smiled. "Do I look like the kind of person who'd be so bored as to go around chatting with people?"
To be honest, it's a bit... — That's what Roy really wanted to say.
"I'm here to ask you some questions," Dumbledore shrugged. "About the thief."
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Shiloh and Loila's expressions tightened almost simultaneously, but Shiloh was calmer than Loila, whose ears were trembling.
"I knew nothing about this," she said slowly. "I only heard about it."
"I see—" Dumbledore smiled slightly. "That's normal, considering you went to bed early last night, right?"
"Um----"
I really envy Miss Shiloh for being able to lie without blushing or skipping a beat — I don't mean it in a sarcastic way — Loila pursed her lips and looked at Dumbledore with a bit of worry.
"But Miss Hamilton's situation certainly reminded me," Dumbledore said, turning his gaze to Loira. "This must be the third time your office has been burglarized, isn't it?"
"Yes—" Loila nodded cautiously.
It seems that Miss Shiloh was involved on two of those occasions.
"Three times?" Shiloh raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
"Last year it was our Mr. Lockhart," Dumbledore shrugged. "I don't know about this year's two."
"Could it be a student?" His gaze swept over the two of them. "Or perhaps a professor."
"Clatter".
Loira's chair trembled slightly, making a rather noticeable sound.
Hero and Dumbledore glanced at her at the same time.
"Miss Hamilton probably doesn't know who the thief is, does she?"
"No—I don't know—" Loila shook her head violently, like the pendulum of the clock tower in Hogwarts.
"Professor Rozier probably doesn't know either, right?"
"I don't know," Hilo said, her vision slightly blurred as she looked around.
Dumbledore nodded slightly upon hearing this: "But in any case, this kind of thing really can't happen again, can it?"
"This time it was just Professor Hamilton who fainted—"
What do you mean "just"? This is my cousin!
Okay—I'm the one who started it all—
Loila nodded a little guiltily.
"But what about next time?" Dumbledore's smile faded, and he became somewhat serious. "It wouldn't be good if a student got hurt, would it?"
"Hmm—Hmm!" Loila and Shiloh both nodded at the same time.
"I'm glad we were able to reach a consensus at the same time," Dumbledore said, seemingly returning to his previous demeanor.
He nodded gently and asked, "So, was anything stolen?"
"No—no!" Loila shook her head. Actually, she hadn't had time to check—but after all, it was Miss Shiloh, she shouldn't take her own things, right?
"That's good." Dumbledore nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "But it's a bit surprising that nothing was lost either time."
"Could it be like last year, where they actually lost something they can't talk about?"
"Huh? Uh!" Loila shuddered, her pointed ears perking up sharply. "Of course, of course not—"
Her voice trembled, making Hilo's lips twitch involuntarily.
Dumbledore nodded slightly upon hearing this: "In that case, Merlin is truly blessing us."
"I thought you were going to say—the materials for the dueling tournament were stolen," Dumbledore joked. "And then use that as an excuse to ask me for funding or something."
Hey, you! Don't think of me in such a dark way! But—but this does seem like a pretty good method after all—
"So, how are your preparations going?"
"Still—still preparing." Loila tapped her fingers. "It'll be—almost finished soon."
"That's good." Dumbledore nodded gently. "I thought you'd been busy with patent matters."
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"Ah—that wasn't my responsibility," Loira whispered. "Peterson helped me—he helped me with it—"
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Dumbledore closed his eyes briefly and remained silent for a few seconds before nodding.
"In that case, I won't bother you any longer." He said, slowly rising and looking at Shiloh. "Professor Rozier, I also have some questions for you."
"About the dueling match," he said, shrugging. "I remember you were also going to be the referee, right?"
"Hmm." Shiloh nodded expressionlessly and slowly stood up.
"Then I won't bother you any longer, Miss Hamilton." Dumbledore nodded slightly and walked outside first. As he reached the door, he seemed to remember something and turned his head slightly, saying, "Oh, by the way, Miss Hamilton."
"The Christmas dinner tonight is very lavish."
You absolutely must participate!
"Okay—okay—" Loila nodded hastily, then looked at Dumbledore, paused, and said, "Oh, right—there's one more thing."
Merry Christmas, Miss Hamilton.
"Ah—you're having Christmas too—Merry Christmas—" Loila said, looking at Miss Heero standing next to Dumbledore.
"Merry Christmas, Miss Shiloh!"
"————" Shiloh paused for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "Merry Christmas to you too."
Seeing Miss Shiloh walking out of the school hospital with Dumbledore, looking a little stiff, Loila couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Miss Shiloh should be—should be alright?
Be careful of that—be careful of that wretched Dumbledore!
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