69novels Chapter 263 Christmas Phobia
Chapter 263 Christmas Phobia
Chapter 263 Christmas Phobia
As the nights grow longer and the days shorter, every student knows that Christmas is just around the corner, and they eagerly anticipate its arrival.
This doesn't just mean a holiday; it also means they can receive gifts and they can go home.
Therefore, not only the students, but also the professors had more smiles on their faces. According to Mr. Ron Weasley, even Snape's smile would be more pronounced when he saw Christmas.
Actually, it's more likely due to the snow; his mood improves significantly whenever it snows.
"Could he be some kind of Yeti?"
This is also a comment from Mr. Ronald.
Of course, not all professors were in a good mood; Shiloh Rozier was one of them.
Loira Hamilton is not either.
Unlike the festive Christmas atmosphere that had filled the corridor, Professor Hamilton's magic array office remained unchanged.
Various experimental materials were haphazardly gathered in a corner, the unmade beds lay messily on the floor, and several identical robes were draped over chairs.
Professor Hamilton was standing solemnly in front of the mirror that had just appeared in his office, pursing his lips as he examined his reflection.
No—no matter how you look at it, it seems—it looks like a student—
Looking at herself, petite and completely covered by a robe, Loila felt a little discouraged. No matter how hard she puffed out her cheeks and stood on tiptoe, she couldn't appear more dignified.
She was Peterson's cousin, and according to him, she was probably one of the oldest members of the Hamilton family. But no matter how you looked at it, she seemed more like Peterson's illegitimate daughter!
She sighed in frustration and finally gave up trying. After all, once she saw her own face, any disguise would be futile.
Although wearing a mask would suffice, this is a family gathering, and wearing a mask would not only be impolite, but also mean that Loila cannot eat. Does she have to sit there like an idiot and watch others eat while wearing a mask?
It's actually not so bad—compared to showing your face or anything like that—
Miss Nagini wasn't there either; if she were—he could have asked her—
"Bang bang bang".
Just as Loila was thinking this, there was a knock on the office door, which made her instinctively flinch and quickly pull up her hood.
"Cousin, are you there?"
Ah—it's Peterson—Loy breathed a slight sigh of relief. She waved her wand to tidy up the mess in the office before walking to the door.
It has to be said that his arrival was just in time—he is a genuine pure-blood wizard, and perhaps he can offer some professional advice on my outfit?
Thinking this, Loila pursed her lips and opened the office door.
"Good morning, cousin." Peterson smiled gently when he saw Loila, and politely adjusted his glasses.
Good morning!
"Is my cousin preparing for a banquet in a few days?" Peterson asked casually as he walked into the office.
"Hmm—hmm." Loila nodded and patted her robe: "You—you think this—"
"Is this robe alright?"
"Ah—" Peterson paused for a moment, then glanced at Loila's robe. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded: "It feels very much like the impression my cousin gives off."
"Feelings—feelings?" Loila was stunned for a moment. What do you mean by the feeling I give to others? What kind of feeling do I give to others?
She was subconsciously a little worried.
Could it be a rice weevil?
"It's just... really cute."
Peterson thought for a moment and said, "Looks very youthful—looks very—energetic?"
I was trying to appear to be a very dignified and elder-like person!
Loila asked, somewhat disappointed, "Besides—besides these?"
"Besides these?" Peterson frowned slightly, thought for a few seconds, and then said in a somewhat uncertain tone:
T
Perhaps—perhaps even—overflowing?
I'm sorry, Peterson, I've made things difficult for you.
Seeing his troubled expression, Loila decided not to press him further, and would no longer pursue that so-called elder's demeanor.
However—looking at Peterson who was scrutinizing her in her office, Loira thought for a moment and asked, "You—you wanted to see me about something?"
"Ah—" Peterson seemed to only remember when asked, and nodded with a smile: "I almost forgot."
"Cousin, I've come to talk to you about Christmas."
Was the Christmas dinner cancelled?
That's wonderful!
Unfortunately, this was definitely just Loira's fantasy. Peterson nodded slightly and said, "It's about the dinner party's schedule."
"My cousin probably hasn't participated in these kinds of activities before, right?"
Who are you looking down on? I've attended many banquets too, you know! But after thinking carefully about who she had been with at the banquets she had attended, Luo Yili pursed her lips and chose not to answer the question.
Neither the meeting with Mueller nor the later UMNO gathering seemed appropriate to talk about.
"Hmm...hmm." Miss Hamilton nodded absentmindedly.
"In that case, let me explain the general process to my cousin so she can prepare in advance," Peterson said, nodding slightly.
"First, we need to meet with the current head of the Hamilton family—that is—" Peterson paused before continuing, "Mr. Edward Hamilton."
"He's my cousin," Peterson said, pausing again, "and also my older cousin's cousin."
"Hmm!"
Has someone with a more mature and dignified demeanor than me appeared?
Should I call him cousin too? — Hmm — That's so strange — But wouldn't it be a bit impolite to just call him by his name?
"Don't worry, cousin. I'll handle things with Cousin Edward." Peterson seemed to have figured out Loila's thoughts.
Peterson, you're such a good kid who knows how to help your cousin!
"Then came the meeting with the rest of the family—"
"Ugh————"
Immediately afterwards, Peterson rattled off a whole bunch of names in front of Loila, but Loila couldn't remember them all. After listening for a while, she only knew that they were her juniors.
Wow, I didn't expect my seniority to be so high!
"Then comes the dinner," Peterson said with a shrug. "That should be the easiest part."
"Everyone, just have a casual meal and chat." Peterson then seemed to remember something: "But cousin, you'd better be prepared. You're the most famous magic array expert right now, so everyone might have a lot of questions for you."
Ah—you're asking me about magic arrays? That's good—that's where Roy is most confident in himself.
You'll probably unconsciously mutter a bunch of magic array knowledge that nobody's interested in.
"There's one last activity after that, and I think my cousin will really enjoy it."
Is this a magic array discussion conference?
"It's a dance party."
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"what?"
"My cousin will definitely love it, right?" Peterson pushed up his glasses. "It seems Father even hired a whole fairy band."
I don't like it at all!