69novels Chapter 318 Removing the Pale Mask
Chapter 318 Removing the Pale Mask
Chapter 318 Removing the Pale Mask
"Peterson?" Loila paused for a moment when she saw the person, then showed a surprised expression.
Why is Peterson here—shouldn't he be at Hogwarts? Why is he in my house? Although somewhat puzzled, she still politely removed her mask, revealing her true appearance.
"Why is my cousin here?" Peterson asked with a helpless expression. "I was planning to surprise you here."
"Surprise—surprise?"
"Isn't it my cousin's birthday coming up? This is a birthday present I prepared for her," Peterson said slowly. "After all, this used to be her home, didn't it?"
"Hmm." Loila showed a rather touched expression. A birthday present?
I've never received a birthday present before—although my birthday was a long time ago, Peterson is such a nice junior!
Loila pursed her lips happily and said, "Thank you so much—you really are so kind—"
"No need to thank me, cousin." Peterson chuckled softly. "But it's not all sorted out yet, cousin, why don't you—"
"Bang!"
A loud bang suddenly came from inside the house.
Ok?
It sounds like some kind of spell.
"Cousin, why don't you go back to Hogwarts and rest for a while?"
Hey! I heard that voice!
Loila glanced at the second-floor balcony and asked, "Is there anything—inside the house?"
"Nothing at all—haha." Peterson pushed up his glasses. "It was just when the maid upstairs was cleaning—"
"boom!"
To Loila's astonishment, the second-floor windows of the house shattered, and a wizard flew out along with the scattered glass.
Hey!
Someone just flew out! Aren't you all going to take a look?
Looking at the pale-faced wizards and Peterson, Loila really didn't know what to say.
"That—that person is—"
He slipped while cleaning, haha.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
"Bang!"
Another loud bang was heard, along with the sound of someone chanting incantations.
This isn't—this isn't Miss Shiloh's voice?
Loila's lips twitched slightly, sensing that something was increasingly wrong.
"I want to go upstairs and take a look," she said, pursing her lips.
"No." Peterson took a deep breath and said, "Cousin—please believe me—there's nothing upstairs."
"But I heard Miss Hiro's voice—"
"My cousin must have misheard, right?" Peterson said, slightly blocking the doorway.
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"Expelliarmus!" came another incantation, this time Royla heard it more clearly and understood it better.
This is—this is Mr. Lupin's voice.
Mr. Lupin and Miss Shiloh were both on the second floor—and fighting with some unknown person, while Peterson didn't want to go up—and his own basilisk was in the garden.
Loila glanced around, and seeing the expressions on the wizards' faces, she seemed to realize something. She took a deep breath and slowly said, "Peterson—that—"
"I must go up—go up and see." She said, slightly tightening her grip on her wand.
Her blue eyes looked at Peterson, as if hoping he would give her the answer she longed for.
Unfortunately, Peterson shook his head slightly and then sighed.
"I'm sorry, Loila." He didn't call her cousin—realizing this, Loila bit her lip and said, "So—so Peterson—it was you—it was you who did those things?"
Aren't we family? Didn't you say you were going to take me home?
Why do these things again? — You — Although many people have said those things about Peterson, Loila has always been willing to believe him — Aside from the five thousand Galleons, it's also because he once said that she was his family.
Are all of these actually scams?
Loila recalled the events of the past few months, her blue eyes fixed on Peterson.
"—" Peterson gently shook his head and slowly said, "In that case—let's end these riddles."
"Loila—or should I call you Loila Hamilton?" Peterson said slowly, "You could have chosen to know nothing and just continue being an ordinary professor."
"Yet you insist on getting involved in things you shouldn't have." Peterson paused and said, "You only needed to be someone who provides magic arrays to the Hamilton family—yet you dared to dream of inheriting their fortune—"
"But you wanted to covet the family's wealth—" he said, taking a deep breath, "Isn't this all your fault?"
"Me—me?" Upon hearing this, Loila took a few steps back, her mind racing as she considered what Peterson had just said.
"But I have never—never thought about inheritance—"
"Stop lying to me like that," Peterson said, shaking his head. "I know about your dealings with the Ministry of Magic."
"Someone told you about the inheritance, right?" Peterson said, pushing up his glasses. "You're just a half-breed Veela."
"Inheritance is nothing but wishful thinking."
"And are you going to fight us, Loira?" Peterson said slowly. "You can go back like this—I'm willing to give you another chance."
"Pretend you never met Lupin and Rozier."
"You just need to turn around and leave—and then you can continue working at Hogwarts as a Hamilton family professor."
"You don't need to worry about anything else."
"We'll handle them," Peterson said persuasively. "Even though you're a Veela hybrid freak, we share the same last name—"
"As long as you're willing to do this, we'll still be family."
Is the half-Vessel a monster?
Loila pursed her lips and smiled slightly upon hearing the word Peterson repeatedly mentioned. She'd heard it quite often—it was rather strange that he, as a pure-blood wizard, had never uttered it.
Although hearing it from Peterson's mouth still made Roy feel a little heartbroken—but—but actually it was alright.
Loila didn't know what was wrong with her. She should be very sad—after all, Peterson was her family—but—but she didn't seem to feel anything.
There was even a feeling that—he finally—had said it—
Why is that?
Loila pursed her lips, looked at the Hamilton family members, suddenly understood something, and then nodded slightly.
Perhaps it's because, in the end, I only considered them as family—and those so-called family members weren't really family, were they?
She didn't know the location of the Hamilton family's estate, nor did she know anyone except Peterson. Her decision to go home with Peterson wasn't because of family, but simply because of Mr. PH—and she trusted him because he gave her five thousand Galleons on their first meeting.
Even in that dream—I hadn't dreamt of them at all—
The reason he was so good to me was because of the magic circle—he always couldn't wait to have his own magic circle, and although he always talked about his family, he never once mentioned his father and mother.
Just as Miss Hilo said—more than fifty years ago, they never thought of helping her—but only after she became a magic array expert and made the newspapers did they come to her.
And now, because he wants to inherit some family fortune, he wants to kill him—
He even made himself abandon Miss Shiloh and Mr. Lupin—pretending he knew nothing.
Are all pure-blood wizard families like this?
If that's the case, then it doesn't seem so difficult to make a decision.
After all, our family relationships seem to be nothing more than pretense, while Miss Shiloh and Mr. Lupin are my true friends.
Loila, who had been reluctant to think about it and always avoided the thought, closed her eyes slightly. Finally, she pursed her lips, opened her eyes, and calmly looked at Peterson and the wizards who had already raised their wands.
"Sorry, Peterson."
Upon hearing this, Peterson paused for a moment, then immediately said, "Are you crazy, Loila, cousin—"
"Besides us!" Peterson couldn't help but shout, "You have no family left!"
"To do this for a mere werewolf and a madman from the Wushi party—it's utterly insane!"
"Are these just werewolves and madmen from the witchcraft party?" — Loila suddenly revealed a relieved expression.
"You're right—"
Loila spoke softly and shook her wand slightly. A mask slowly appeared on her face, and her somewhat childish and timid face vanished without a trace.
Underneath the hat now lies only a pale mask, cold and devoid of emotion.
"Let's end this charade, Mr. Hamilton."
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