svetikya Chapter 365 Welcoming Guests
Chapter 365 Welcoming Guests
Chapter 365 Welcoming Guests
A few days after the start of the semester, on a slightly sunny day, the gates of Hogwarts were crowded with people, not only students who came to watch the excitement, but also all of Hogwarts' professors, most of whom were dressed in suits and ties.
Even Loila was wearing a newly bought robe, which looked exactly the same as her previous robe, but it was definitely new.
"They should be here soon, right?" Professor McGonagall muttered to herself, glancing at her pocket watch. They had been standing there for a while.
It seems like it's already past the appointed time—what an unpunctual fellow.
They really deserved to be sent to heaven by the Killing Curse!
Loila rubbed her hands together. Even with gloves on, Hogwarts in autumn was hardly warm, especially since she wasn't wearing a hood today, but rather the magic hat that Mr. Lupin had given her.
Of course, after thinking about it, she put on the mask anyway, lest Karkaroff see it and cause him to faint again for no reason.
To be honest, Loila didn't even want to participate.
After all, if he fainted again, who knows what rumors these students would spread—but Dumbledore said it was alright—and added that Karkaroff had already received psychological treatment—
Psychotherapy? Why should he receive psychotherapy? I'm clearly the victim—Luo Yi felt indignant again at this thought—
No, no, I need to calm down. It wouldn't be good if I couldn't help but cast a killing spell on him—I can't kill him in front of so many people.
Luo Yila let out a soft sigh, turning her attention to other things, such as her friend Mr. Lupin now being her colleague, and Miss Shiloh's letter a few days ago inquiring about her situation.
There are still many happy things in my life — that's why I have to hold back — um, how did we end up back to Karkaroff again?
"Look there!" Just as Loila was lost in thought, she suddenly heard the students exclaim.
"Loila, look at the sky." Lupin had also noticed something in the sky, and he pointed and said, "It's a Divine Horse."
Loila followed his arm and indeed saw a magnificent carriage in the air, pulled by four golden celestial horses that were very similar to unicorns.
These must be students from Beauxbatons, right? They really fit the Beauxbatons spirit—after all, they're a French school, aren't they?
"What will Durmstrang's men be riding in?" Mr. Lupin muttered to himself, standing to the side.
Although she knew he wasn't asking her, Loila, who knew nothing about such things, still felt a little embarrassed—she was really sorry for never having participated in any extracurricular activities.
The divine horse carriage slowly descended, and Dumbledore immediately strode onto it, with Loyra following closely behind.
But among this group of professors, she seemed more like a student who had been brought in just to make up the numbers.
"Click." The carriage door was pulled open by two Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and unsurprisingly, the first to step out was Mrs. Maxim with a smile on her face.
The tall, imposing woman waved to the surprised students, then nodded to Dumbledore: "It's a pleasure to see you again, Headmaster Dumbledore."
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Maxim," Dumbledore said with a smile.
Following Mrs. Maxim out was a group of elegantly dressed witches, mostly women, wearing gorgeous dark blue gowns and small soft hats on their heads.
"So beautiful—"
Ok?
Loila, startled by Hagrid's voice, turned her head. In her memory, Hagrid didn't seem like the type to care about such things—
what----
Loila saw Hagrid looking at Mrs. Maxim with a big smile, and even subconsciously nodded and laughed along with Dumbledore.
What's wrong with him?
"It seems Hagrid prefers the headmaster to the beautiful French student," Lupin joked to Loira. "They're both half-giants."
"Is that so?"
Loira suddenly felt a pang of envy—Hagrid had met someone like herself, and according to Mr. Lockhart's book, love or something would surely blossom next.
Ah, the envy wasn't because of love; Loila simply had never seen a mixed-race person like herself.
and many more?
Loila suddenly noticed a person among the group of students who also had silver hair, although her silver hair was much lighter—ah, it wasn't silver hair—but rather she was emitting a faint silver glow.
Her hair was more like gold—and with her arrival, almost everyone's eyes were drawn to her.
Hmm————
"Is this the mixed-race Veela?" Mr. Lupin's mutterings made Loila's expression change.
What does it mean to be a mixed-race Veela?
Me too! Could it be that I—well, I don't glow all over, but—but I—she—
"Hmm!"
Feeling inexplicably injured, Loila pursed her lips and shrank behind Mr. Lupin.
"Ah—sorry, sorry, that's not what I meant." Lupin chuckled, noticing this. "I was just surprised."
"I was surprised that they had a mixed-race Veela student—" Lupin felt that the more he explained, the worse it seemed, and he had no choice but to shut his mouth in the end.
However, unlike the Hogwarts students who were focused on her, this Veela student's attention was on the Hogwarts professors. Her blue eyes, just like Loyla's, carefully examined each professor before finally settling on Loyla.
Then she, radiating silver light, jogged over.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Hamilton." She bowed slightly and nodded politely to Loila.
"Huh?" Loila shuddered, a little scared. What's scarier than being talked to by a stranger is being talked to by a particularly good-looking stranger, right?
And she was—a mixed-race Veela like herself—yet she was much more confident—and much—much more beautiful—
"It's nice to meet you," Loila said softly, pursing her lips.
"I knew you must be Professor Hamilton," the Veela said with delight. "I felt an instant connection with you."
"Ah—I see—I see—" Loila rubbed her hands awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
"Aren't you going to introduce yourself, beautiful lady?" Lupin finally spoke up to defuse the situation, saying, "I am Remus Lupin, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."
"She is Loila Hamilton, the professor of magic arrays."
"Ah—sorry, sorry." Miss Veela smiled gently, but this apologetic smile immediately caused many students to gasp in surprise.
"I am Fleur Delacour." She gave a slight bow and then suddenly approached Loila, lowering her voice: "They are so shallow—they only care about other people's appearance."
"And Professor Hamilton, why do you always wear a mask?"
"Ah—this is—"
Don't get so close to me all of a sudden! And are you trying to sabotage me by saying that? Dumbledore, take a look!
Just as Loila was about to step back, she saw Lupin slightly step to the side and stand in front of her.
"Perhaps they're just happy that Miss Hamilton has met someone like herself," Lupin said gently. "Or perhaps it's just an expression of goodwill."
"As for Miss Hamilton—" Lupin chuckled softly, "Perhaps it's because Miss Hamilton, as a professor, prefers everyone's attention to be focused on the classroom, isn't it?"
Yes! Mr. Lupin, you are absolutely right.
"See that? Miss Delacour? I have friends backing me up!" Royla suddenly felt much more confident. This is Hogwarts, my home turf—well, my second home turf. I can't afford to lose face here!
"I see!" Fleur exclaimed knowingly. "Professor Hamilton is so observant!"
"No wonder we share the same blood!"
Although it seems to have nothing to do with Veela hybrids—but Miss Delacour doesn't seem to have the same idea she's thinking.
Does she seem to be simply outspoken?
"Alright, Fleur—let's not disturb the professors' work any longer, shall we go and rest?" Mrs. Maxim's voice came from behind. "I know you have a lot to say to Professor Hamilton, but that will have to wait until everything settles down."
"We're going to be staying here for a long time, aren't we?"
"Yes, Mrs. Maxim!" Loila breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Miss Delacour jog over.
Next up should be Durmstrang —
"Wait—wait—wait a minute—"
eh?
"Are you... are you Miss Hamilton?"
Ok?
Loila paused for a moment, then realized that a girl with black hair and purple eyes was standing in front of her—wait a minute—isn't this Miss Shiloh?
Ah—or perhaps it's the petite Miss Shiloh?
Because she looks much younger than Miss Shiloh—but they really do look alike!
"Ah—I am—" Loila looked at the somewhat timid girl and pursed her lips: "You are—"
"That's wonderful—wonderful!" Before Loila could finish speaking, the girl gave a slightly awkward smile: "My cousin said—she said I should cooperate fully with Miss Hamilton's witchcraft—"
"Oh no—it's—it's about getting to know you properly."
Wait a minute—Miss Shiloh—cousin?
And didn't you almost let slip something incredible?
Loila's lips twitched, and Lupin, standing next to her, also twitched.