boyutpedia Chapter 125 Homecoming Day
Chapter 125 Homecoming Day
Chapter 125 Homecoming Day
Not only Harry didn't know the answer to this question, but even Loila, sitting in her office, didn't know.
She sat in her chair, looking out the window at the students returning to school, her expression troubled.
The reason is simple: Professor Snape was no longer willing to share his memories with Loira.
Why?! Professor Snape! Royla buried her head in her hands and slumped onto the table. "I didn't do anything! I even stayed up all night to alter the necklace!"
Professor Snape was clearly pleased when he saw the necklace turn green—but for some reason, his expression turned cold after he learned that it would turn red when it rained.
"In that case, Miss Hamilton, I have many things to attend to—about memories—"
Snape scoffed. "I suppose you don't really need my help, do you?"
"ah--"
Before she could even speak, Loila bumped her head against the closed wooden door.
Although Professor Snape was nowhere near as angry as he was last night—Loira realized that getting his memories today was probably unlikely.
But—but tomorrow—school starts tomorrow!
Royla couldn't find a suitable candidate for the time being—Hagrid seemed like a good candidate, actually—but Hagrid had rejected her after she expressed this idea earlier.
"I'm sorry, Professor Hamilton," the half-giant said, scratching his head, "I didn't graduate from Hogwarts."
"I've been expelled." He shrugged. "I'm only able to stay here thanks to Professor Dumbledore's help—"
No wonder he trusted Dumbledore so much; it seems that getting Heracles into Lord Grindelwald's inner circle was the most difficult task.
Ahem—I've gone off-topic, but anyway, it seems that Royla currently has no memories left to draw upon—
After lying there thinking for a long time, Loila suddenly came up with a good idea.
Perhaps—perhaps I can create a memory myself?
That's right, he created his own! Look at the memories Professor Snape provided—weren't they just his own illusions—or rather, his own creations?
"Then can't I do it too?" Royla took a deep breath. "After all, I've attended so many courses taught by professors, including Snape, McGonagall, and Durmstrang's Dark Arts class. Even if Dumbledore was in it, I could still make up some knowledge myself."
You've created a great memory.
Loira felt her idea was pretty good. After all, as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, she hadn't actually taught a single class herself. So, creating a memory and stuffing it into the headband might actually be a good idea—
However, this raises a new question. There's no need to worry about the course content; Loila can draw on Durmstrang's and Hogwarts' courses, as well as the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook she already has.
The only problem should be—how should she—lecture?
Even in her memory, Royla could hardly imagine herself standing there giving a lecture on Defense Against the Dark Arts, let alone spending so much time brainstorming ideas like Professor Snape did.
But perhaps a different image would work?
Suddenly, a suitable candidate came to mind for Loila. There was absolutely no one more knowledgeable about black magic or more powerful than him!
If you ask me, these little wizards should be secretly thrilled to have him teach them!
Loila pursed her lips excitedly and immediately opened her textbook.
Very good, let’s start planning the memories of Defense Against the Dark Arts class from now on!
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"Headmaster Dumbledore." Lupin nodded slightly, then slowly sat down in the chair in the headmaster's office. Dumbledore, sitting opposite him, also nodded and said, "Good evening, Remus."
"Did you come to see me about—him?" Lupin thought for a moment and said, "Strictly speaking, I haven't found any trace of him in Albania."
"I've already heard about this from Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore paused, picking up a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean, and said, "but Voldemort definitely stayed there for a long time."
"He's just good at hiding himself."
"You should ask Miss Nagini about this." Lupin pursed his lips, his pale face showing exhaustion. "According to Miss Hamilton, the Imperius Curse she was afflicted with is very likely related to Voldemort."
"Hmm." Dumbledore nodded knowingly, then said, "But that's not why I called you here, Remus."
"What was it for?" Lupin was taken aback. He had thought that Dumbledore had only come to him to find out what was going on.
"This has to do with Harry." Dumbledore's words made Lupin's expression change. He sat up slightly and said, "What happened to the boy?"
"Not yet, but no one knows what the future holds," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Just like nobody knows what this Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean tastes like." "Hmm—" Lupin looked at the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean with a strange expression. Having seen how Loila packed them up, Lupin actually knew what these Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans tasted like.
"Do you have any interest in teaching at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked abruptly.
"?" Lupin frowned in confusion. "Are you going to fire Miss Hamilton?"
"And there's Lockhart too—"
"This has nothing to do with them," Dumbledore said, putting Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans into his candy box, then looking at the Wizard's Chess set on the table.
"Miss Hamilton will have a new job," Dumbledore said with a smile. "A job she'll prefer."
"And Mr. Lockhart—" Dumbledore paused, "he will find a better place for himself."
"——"
Lupin didn't quite understand Dumbledore's meaning. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore."
"I can't agree to this proposal immediately," he said, pausing before adding, "After all, you know my identity."
“Isn’t Miss Hamilton there?” Dumbledore said quickly. “It is precisely because of Miss Hamilton that I cannot agree immediately,” Lupin said, his tone seemingly more determined. “I want to do something more meaningful.”
"Things that better reflect one's self-worth."
"Of course, I'm not saying—not that being a professor is meaningless—I just feel that I'm not quite suited for it."
"——"
Lupin's words seemed to surprise Dumbledore. He nodded thoughtfully and looked at the wizard chess set on the table: "Remus—your point of view has surprised me a bit."
"But I can understand," he said, nodding gently. "Everyone has their own way of realizing their value. Some do it through fighting, some through companionship, and some through death."
"But whichever way you choose, it should be your own decision." He smiled as he said, "Remus, then please continue to help investigate Voldemort's situation."
"Your achievements in Albania have been a great help to us—you can take a break for a while now."
"Until Miss Nagini recovers and tells us more."
Lupin nodded slightly at Dumbledore's words, seemingly pleased with his statement. However, amidst his pleasure, he coughed and said somewhat hesitantly, "As for the salary—Professor Dumbledore, I know it's a bit awkward to say this—"
"I understand what you mean, Remus," Dumbledore said slowly as he rose. "As I said, your investigation in Albania was very useful, so—I will still pay you your due compensation during your rest period."
"And isn't it also because Miss Hamilton is still waiting?"
"Thank you, Dumbledore."
Seeing Lupin's thanks, Dumbledore nodded slightly and looked out the headmaster's office window: "Harry will be back soon, aren't you going to see him?"
"—" Lu Ping pursed his lips upon hearing this, and then said, "I've heard about what happened to him."
“He’s exactly like James.” He paused, then continued, “So—so I need some time.”
"Of course, Remus." Dumbledore nodded slightly, watching Lupin prepare to leave, and said, "By the way, would you like to stay at Hogwarts for now?"
"It's better not to, Professor," Lupin shook his head slightly, declining. "Even with Miss Hamilton's help, it's better to avoid causing trouble."
"And I promised Miss Hamilton that I would help her find some things when I have time."
"Is it a magic circle?" "Yes."
"I understand." Dumbledore smiled. "Then not only Miss Hamilton, but I'll also be looking forward to your gains."
"Clatter".
As Lupin walked out of the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat back down in his chair with a smile.
Then he gently waved his wand, causing the pieces on the wizard chess board to return to their proper places.
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