boyutpedia Chapter 406 The Scent of Harry
Chapter 406 The Scent of Harry
Chapter 406 The Scent of Harry
Good evening, Harry.
"Hmm... um."
Good evening, Harry.
"Ah—good evening—good evening."
"Hey? Harry, what are you doing here?"
"Just browsing... just looking around..."
One evening after Halloween, the first thing Loila learned was that even when impersonating someone, she shouldn't impersonate someone particularly famous, and even when impersonating someone famous, she shouldn't just swagger out like that.
Loila never expected Mr. Potter to be so famous—almost every student who passed by knew him, which made Loila extremely embarrassed.
It's really painful to feel like someone is greeting you, but in reality they're not.
That's right, the Harry walking somewhat timidly down the cold corridor at this moment is not the real him, but a professor who has drunk Polyjuice Potion.
After obtaining Mr. Potter's hair using Loila's disguise that day, Loila was looking for an opportunity to create Polyjuice Potion O.
To avoid attracting attention, she made a point of buying enough medicinal herbs in Hogsmeade in batches, and some came from her own greenhouse where she grew materials for magic arrays.
Finally, this afternoon, the compound decoction was successfully prepared.
According to her information, Mr. Potter will be learning the Patronus Charm from Mr. Lupin tonight—meaning she can temporarily impersonate him and walk around Hogwarts tonight.
And this was used to deceive Karkarov.
If all goes well, he might even be able to kill him today—with that thought in mind, Roy carefully walked around a corner and through Hogwarts.
However, it must be said that this was Roy's first time drinking the compound potion—its taste was truly strange—and it was said to be related to what kind of person one could become—
However, the compound decoction was still very effective. Roy looked exactly like the boy who had survived the ordeal, and they were even about the same height.
However, this should be unrelated to compound decoctions.
For the first time, Loila felt that her poor development had this kind of benefit—but was it really a benefit?
Even in the evening, there were still quite a few Hogwarts students, and Loira would occasionally run into some along the way. Fortunately, they didn't seem to know Mr. Potter very well, and a brief greeting was enough to get by.
According to Loila's investigation, Karkaroff, as the headmaster of Durmstrang, has a separate residence located within Hogwarts School. It is unknown whether he is there now—if not, it would be a bit troublesome.
After all, she didn't want to search for Karkaroff at Hogwarts as Mr. Potter.
All I can do is pray, can't I?
After turning another corner, a red-haired student walked towards them. Her eyes lit up when she saw Loila, and she immediately smiled.
"Harry, what are you doing here?"
"Ah————" Looking at that person's appearance, Loila thought for a few seconds before remembering who she was.
She is Ginny Weasley, apparently a friend of Mr. Potter, and Ronald Weasley's sister.
"Ah—I'm—taking an after-dinner walk," Loila replied, mimicking Harry's voice with a spell, while rubbing her stomach.
"Is that so?" Ginny didn't doubt it too much. She chuckled and said, "I thought you would go to prepare for the competition."
"Ah—it's not the right time yet," Loila coughed and said, "I've—I've been preparing all afternoon."
Ginny nodded and said with a smile, "Then you'd better do your best, Harry."
"I believe you will definitely win!"
"Th-thank you." Loila awkwardly thanked Mr. Potter, then instinctively wanted to leave.
But after taking only a few steps, she felt her sleeve being pulled.
"By the way, Harry, there's something I wanted to ask you." As if she had thought of something, Ginny looked at Harry with a slight blush.
"Wh--what's going on?" Loila sensed something was wrong. Could it be something very private?
If so, how should I answer? — I'm not really Mr. Potter.
"Did you find a dance partner for your Christmas dance?" Ginny hesitated for a few seconds before asking her question. "I heard Ron mention that you guys seem to be having trouble finding dance partners or something."
"This matter—" Loila didn't know how to answer for a moment. Mr. Potter seems to be—not having a dance partner, right?
There shouldn't be any, right?
In her memory, it seemed like he had tried to invite her last time.
"No—we haven't found it yet," Loila said after a moment's thought. "Not yet."
"Is that so?" Ginny paused, lowered her head slightly, fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, and suddenly fell silent.
Why is the atmosphere so strange all of a sudden? Loila suddenly sensed something and blinked at the slightly shy girl in front of her.
Could it be—could it be that she likes Mr. Potter?
"Um—your new bow tie is very pretty." Ginny said, pursing her lips, seemingly too embarrassed.
Okay, she definitely likes Mr. Potter!
Loila immediately understood what Ginny was thinking when she saw her shyly lowered head.
Could she be waiting for me to invite her?
But I'm not really Mr. Potter! Loila didn't know what to say at this moment. She stood there awkwardly, looking at Ginny, who was also silent.
After a long silence, Loila finally mustered her courage and asked, "Then—and what about you?"
"Have you found a dance partner yet?"
I don't have time to waste here; the time allotted for the compound decoction is limited—I must resolve this matter as soon as possible.
"No." Ginny answered almost immediately when Harry asked her that question.
"I see—I see—" Logically, Loila should have readily agreed, but she was stuck. Of course, she couldn't just agree to these things for Mr. Potter.
So she could only slowly say, "Then I—I wish you find a suitable dance partner."
"————" His words made Ginny's smile suddenly freeze, and then, taking advantage of the opportunity, Loila quickly turned and left.
I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, but you'll have to handle your own affairs. I'm also sorry, Miss Ginny, but I'm really busy killing people right now—I really can't talk to you about this anymore.
If all else fails, I'll wait until Professor Hamilton has time to help you get in touch—feeling embarrassed, Loila made a mental note of this and then quickly walked down the corridor.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief after navigating another corridor—it seemed Miss Ginny wouldn't be chasing after her now.
She probably didn't realize that she wasn't actually Mr. Potter—after all, she had put a lot of effort into her disguise, not only "borrowing" a school uniform from Gryffindor, but even having a pair of glasses made to look exactly the same.
Loila clenched her fist slightly, somewhat confident in her disguise. She was certain she wouldn't be exposed unless she ran into someone Mr. Potter knew.
Wait a minute—I said besides Mr. Potter's acquaintances, but it definitely included my own acquaintances!
Looking at the silver-gold haired girl in front of her with a slightly dazed look in her eyes, Loila felt that fate was playing a funny joke on her, and she subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away.
"Harry?"
Unfortunately, that familiar voice rang out from behind.
"What are you doing here?"