boyutpedia Chapter 397 Casual Chat
Chapter 397 Casual Chat
Chapter 397 Casual Chat
Is it really Hagrid?
Loila looked at Miss Nagini, wanting to confirm again—after all, Hagrid and strange things—well, he's always been a bit strange, but definitely not suspicious, right?
"Hagrid has been sneaking off to the Forbidden Forest alone lately," Nagini said slowly in a low voice, "and he's dressed very strangely—"
"Your attire is...strange?"
"Yes." Nagini nodded seriously. "He always dresses in a suit and tie, you know?"
"It's like he's arranged to discuss something with someone," Nagini said, flicking out his tongue. "He might be in contact with Death Eaters, isn't he?"
"Ah—uh—um—" When Loila heard "suit and tie," she suddenly understood what Hagrid was doing—he must be doing adult things, right?
That is, dating—or something like that—
Seeing Miss Nagini's suspicious look, she pursed her lips and finally said, "Well... Hagrid... Hagrid should be fine..."
"Why?" Nagini raised an eyebrow. "Don't you find him suspicious?"
"Or is it because he's your friend again?"
"Ah—no, not really—I'm not the kind of person—the kind who can forgive—any wrongdoing a friend does." Liloira muttered a little guiltily.
"Really?" Nagini grinned mischievously. "Maybe we can try it now?" she said, suddenly raising her hands.
"Ugh! No—no!" Roy exclaimed excitedly, waving his hands. "Weren't we discussing—discussing serious matters?!"
"Hahahaha, just kidding." Nagini seemed to genuinely mean it, shrugging as she said, "But looking at you..."
"Dumbledore and Hero certainly know how to enjoy themselves."
What does this have to do with them?
Seeing Loila's somewhat bewildered look, Nagini coughed and said, "So we don't need to keep an eye on Hagrid either?"
"Mmm." Loila nodded, regaining her senses. "He's probably just busy with his own things."
Of course, she wouldn't go around telling everyone about Hagrid; she wasn't Hagrid.
"Apart from that—there doesn't seem to be anything suspicious left." Nagini shrugged and said, "To be honest, the most suspicious one should be Karkaroff, right?"
"How did such a hypocritical and arrogant guy become the principal?"
Hmm—our Durmstrang's previous headmaster seemed to be similar to him—Loira thought of her own headmaster when she was in school—though she was certainly no longer around.
But it seems that her spirit remains strong.
"But since you've put it that way, I'll investigate carefully." Nagini nodded slightly and said, "After all, these people are all rather strange, aren't they?"
"Who knows, something even stranger might happen in a few days—"
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That's really true—I hope Miss Nagini won't be surprised when she discovers the body—it seems hard not to be surprised, doesn't it?
Loila took a deep breath and then focused her attention back on her magic circle, since much of her work was related to the magic circle in front of her, wasn't it?
The third match involves murder, and Lord Grindelwald's mission all requires the help of the magic circle before us.
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"Good morning, Harry." Hermione greeted him and sat down next to him. She had just opened her textbook on magic circles when she was somewhat surprised to find that Harry had dark circles under his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked, startled. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"He didn't sleep last night," Ron shrugged and poked his head out.
"Huh?" Hermione asked in surprise, "Why is that?"
"Because of the pop quiz?"
"Would anyone be unable to sleep because of this?" Ron shook his head and said, "Of course not."
"He knew about Christmas."
"Christmas?" Hermione scratched her head. "Isn't that still almost three months away?"
"Isn't it a bit much to discuss this now—"
"Oh—I don't think you understand, Hermione." Ron shook his head, looking smug. "It's really embarrassing to go to the Christmas ball without a pretty partner."
"—" Hermione's lips twitched, then she gave Ron a disapproving look: "That's really important."
But then she coughed and asked, "And what about you? Aren't you worried?"
"Me?" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'm not worried."
"Why?" Hermione raised an eyebrow as well.
"Of course, it's because I'm definitely popular with girls," Ron said, tilting his head back. "After all, I saved Hogwarts in my first year."
"Isn't that too long ago?"
"Back in second year—and in third year, I also helped Professor Hamilton catch Peterson!"
"Isn't this something that's not supposed to be made public?" Hermione looked at him and sighed, as if she were looking at her silly son: "Ron—it might be a little hurtful to say this—but I don't think anyone would willingly offer to be your dance partner."
"You—" Ron's lips twitched a few times as he said, "I—if I really can't do it, I still have Ginny."
"She would be willing to help her brother."
"Poor Ginny," Hermione said, shaking her head before looking at Harry. "So, Harry, what's wrong with you?"
Why aren't you saying a word?
Harry was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at Hermione with his somewhat listless face.
"Do you think Lola will accept my invitation?"
"Lola—Lola?" Hermione thought she'd misheard when she heard the name. She stared wide-eyed at Harry and said, "Lola from Ravenclaw?"
"Yes." Harry nodded. "It's her."
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Hermione pursed her lips, momentarily filled with confusion.
Putting aside whether Law would accept—why would Harry suddenly bring up this person? She thought Harry was at most hesitating about whether Professor Hamilton could accept his invitation.
Why has she become Lora now?
She and Harry haven't met more than a few times, have they?
"Um—Harry—why?" Hermione thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out why, so she slowly said, "I remember you and her weren't particularly—familiar, were you?"
"Yes—but also no—" Harry said after a few seconds of silence, "I don't know why—after I saw her that day, I felt—we were actually quite familiar—"
"There's a strange feeling..."
Seeing Harry start rambling incoherently, Hermione remained silent for a few seconds before finally saying slowly, "Um—Harry—"
"If you really can't find a dance partner—I can recommend a few—after all, among the girls—for example, Ginny, she..."
"Wait, a girl?!" Ron stared at Hermione with wide eyes, as if he had just realized something.
"Yes, Hermione, you're a girl!" His words made Hermione, Harry, and even the students sitting around them widen their eyes.
"Why don't you come and save us?"
"Which do you want, me or Harry?"
"Ron—Ron?" Harry grabbed Ron, trying to stop him, but Ron continued, "The one we have left can stay with Ginny."
"—" Hermione's lips twitched as she looked at Ron, finally saying slowly, "Are you serious?"
"Even if it's a joke, this is a very bad joke."
"Huh?" Ron paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something and said, "Ah—that's not what I meant."
"I just suddenly remembered—"
"Stop talking, Ron." Harry grabbed Ron and covered his mouth with his hand.
If it weren't for Professor Hamilton's class next, Hermione would definitely have stormed off in anger—Harry looked at Hermione, who was already trembling all over, and pursed his lips, saying, "Ron was just joking."
"joke."