boyutpedia Chapter 285 The Past
Chapter 285 The Past
Chapter 285 The Past
A gentle breeze swept across the green lawn, then circled along the stream before returning to the window of the cottage.
Sunlight streamed through the glass, gently illuminating the pristine white sheets and the face of a girl with long silver hair and pointed ears.
However, the expression on her face had nothing to do with this tranquility.
"You'll get better—" Philip said softly, sitting beside her, his face filled with sorrow. "You'll get better—"
The second repetition was unclear whether it was being told to his wife or to himself.
"It's alright—Philip," the woman said softly, her face deathly pale, whiter than the snow in winter.
She was sick, very sick, so sick that there was no way to cure her, so sick that even a wizard was helpless.
"I'm very happy with my life now," she said slowly and softly, "thanks to you, and to Loira—"
"I'm really happy."
"No—don't say it anymore," Philip said, pulling her hand and almost pleading in a low voice.
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You will get better —
"real."
"I will definitely heal you," he continued.
Upon hearing this, the woman gave a pale smile, a smile as pale as her silver hair: "Alright, Philip—"
"I believe your promise." She blinked. "After all, I once—I once believed you, didn't I?"
"Yes—yes—" Philip seemed to recall the past as well, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.
He gave up his family for her, gave up returning to that decadent place—even if in the end he might lose everything and gain nothing—Philip still felt he did the right thing.
He did not regret keeping his promise to her, especially his promise to her.
"Loila—does Loila know about these things?" The woman thought for a moment and asked softly, "That child—is too gentle—"
I don't want her to know—
"I've been keeping it from her lately," Philip said softly. "She thinks you just have a cold."
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"Even after I told her it was contagious, she insisted on coming to see me," Philip said, lowering his eyes. "She's a lot like you—"
"She and I are nothing alike at all." The woman said, blinking, her tone tinged with a hint of jealousy.
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She's exactly like you —
"But that's precisely why I'm worried about you all."
"You shouldn't be too fixated on..."
"No—don't say that." Philip quickly shook his head. "I'll figure something out, I told you."
"I'm a magic array expert, aren't I?" he said, forcing a smile. "I can easily cure you with something as trivial as this."
"And I—I even wrote a letter to Lord Grindelwald."
"He'll find a way," Philip said softly. "He definitely will."
"Then this way—this is for the best." The woman slowly closed her eyes: "Because I also want to see Loila—Loila become a wizard."
"Loila has grown up—"
"I also want to see you—always watching."
Crystalline tears fell, immersing the room in sorrow.
Outside the crack in the door, a blue eye peered into the room, and then, at the same time, tears streamed down its face.
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Even decades later, Loila still shed tears when she dreamed of this again.
She sat quietly in her office chair, pursing her lips as she watched the rising sun.
Time flies by quickly; perhaps in the blink of an eye, daylight arrives. Time flies by quickly; perhaps in the blink of an eye, a warm home is shattered.
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But if you want to change time—the price you have to pay is much greater than what you would pay for letting it pass.
Loila sighed softly, then patted her face to clear her mind.
I don't know why, but ever since I arrived at Hogwarts, I keep dreaming about my mom and dad—maybe that's a good thing?
After all, he had almost never dreamed of them when he was in Durmstrang.
But this doesn't seem like a good thing either—after all, it really—really affects work—Loila wiped her eyes to avoid Miss Nagini seeing her crying.
Even though she was standing behind Loila without her noticing, she gently placed her hand on Loila's head.
"Did you have a nightmare?" she asked softly, her gentle voice like a burning fireplace.
"Um----"
Loila nodded: "But—but it wasn't a nightmare either."
"It's more like a memory."
"Sometimes memories are more painful than nightmares, aren't they?" Nagini nodded gently, a hint of sadness appearing on her face. However, this sadness vanished almost instantly as she lowered her head and pressed her face against Loila's forehead.
"Since we're in a bad mood—how about we go out and have some fun?" she whispered. "We can leave the dueling arena duties to the other professors today."
"Shall we go relax with Luna?"
"No—no, that won't do." Even though Miss Nagini was holding her almost completely in her arms, Loila still blushed and refused, "I can't trouble others with work or anything like that."
"But—don't you think a lot has happened lately—don't you think you should take a break?" Nagini said, lowering her voice. "Or do you find work more interesting than being with us?"
"Ah—I didn't—that's not what I meant—" Loila quickly waved her hand. Work was nothing compared to her friends. She had just caused Dumbledore trouble yesterday.
He'll probably be unhappy if I ask for leave again today, right?
Then he might lose trust in me, and what awaits me is being fired, or maybe even getting a lecture like Miss Shiloh.
This is a bit too scary—so I'd better—go to work.
However, it is clear that Loila's ideas are sometimes unreliable, because Nagini has already written a letter and given it to Sia.
Loila stared wide-eyed as the owl, who had betrayed her, flew out of the office.
"Where did it go?"
"The Headmaster's office at Hogwarts," Nagini blinked. "I specifically asked Headmaster Dumbledore to give you a day off."
"Just relax and have some rest with us today."
"No—no—" Loila looked at Miss Nagini with a complicated expression. Resting was one thing, but why did she have to bow down to Dumbledore?
Couldn't we ask Professor McGonagall?
Oh well—since I've already taken the day off, I might as well rest today.
Perhaps Miss Nagini is right; she seems to have been a little too busy lately—Loila let out a soft sigh, feeling that she was going against the way Nurmengard works.
That means working less, resting more, doing less important work, and sleeping more.
It's all Dumbledore's fault for exploiting me like this—Grindelwald is so much better!
As Loila looked at the rising sun, it was as if she could see Lord Grindelwald's smiling face.
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