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Chapter 464 A Long-Awaited Rest
Chapter 464 A Long-Awaited Rest
Arriving at the Rozier family manor again, Loila seemed much more relaxed than last time. After all, last time she was worried about Lady Vida being angry, but also looking forward to seeing her again.
Now, she is simply meeting Ms. Vida again—which doesn't seem so scary anymore, even without Miss Shiloh by her side.
So, what has Miss Hilo been busy with lately?
Thinking about it carefully, it really has been a while since I received a letter from Miss Shiro, ever since that meeting about killing Karkaroff—
As Loila thought this, she walked through the gardens of the manor. Unlike the Hamilton family's manor, the Rozier family's manor did not have as many servants or wizards coming and going.
This place always seems a bit quiet and deserted, so much so that it makes you wonder if anyone actually lives here—but Luo Yili still quite likes this atmosphere.
The fewer people there are, the happier she is, isn't she?
"Miss Hamilton—you've arrived?"
As they approached the main gate of the manor, a wizard dressed in black robes saw Loila and nodded slightly. It seemed that he was the one who greeted Miss Hilo last time.
As Loila looked at him thoughtfully, he said softly, "You're here to meet Ms. Vida, right?"
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"Um—um!" Loila nodded quickly, and said somewhat hesitantly, "She wrote me—she wrote me a letter."
When faced with strangers, especially those who seemed rather serious, Loila felt a little flustered.
"Lady Vida is waiting for you in the back garden," the wizard said slowly. "Let me lead you there."
"Ah—okay—okay." Loila twitched her pointed ears and then followed him obediently.
Is he also a member of the Malay Party? Probably—after all, he seems to be trusted by Ms. Vida and Miss Hilo.
The Rozier family estate wasn't very large, and the two of them walked along a side path for a short while before arriving at the back garden.
Like the front garden, the back garden of Rozier Manor is not very large, and because it is winter, there are not many flowers in bloom, only a thin layer of snow and a lonely glass pavilion, next to which is a large, withered tree.
"Lady Vida is in the pavilion." The wizard stopped there, gave Loila a slight bow, and then left.
It seems he's not prepared to go with Loira.
Even from a distance, Loila could see the figure in the pavilion. There was indeed someone sitting inside, and as she approached, the figure became clearer and clearer.
It was Ms. Vida, sitting inside, drinking tea from the table in front of her.
Standing by the pavilion, Loila pursed her lips, unsure how to start a conversation. Should she politely say "Hello"—or be more lively? Like, "Hi" or something?
"Miss Hamilton—it's been a while." Seemingly noticing Loila, Ms. Vida said slowly, her back to Loila, "Please come in and have a seat."
"Um...okay...okay." Loila, who had just been secretly observing, scratched her head awkwardly and then carefully stepped into the glass pavilion.
There seems to be a fireplace burning inside, or perhaps some kind of magic; it looks very warm.
Loila carefully sat down opposite Ms. Vida, then looked up and glanced at her briefly.
She looked much the same as when we last met, with elegance and poise on her face.
"Miss Hamilton, how have you been lately?" Ms. Vida broke the silence first.
"It's...it's alright." Loila suddenly remembered the Order of the Phoenix and quickly added, "That...that!"
"Dumbledore has invited me to join the Order of the Phoenix."
"Is that so?" Ms. Vida paused for a moment, then smiled faintly. "Isn't that a good thing?"
"His trust isn't so easily gained," Ms. Vida said, taking a sip of tea. "Would you like something to drink?"
Hmm—is that all you're saying? Loila thought she'd get some praise—after all, she hadn't really received much praise from Ms. Vida.
But as for what to drink—
"The tea is ready," Loila said softly.
Vida nodded slightly upon hearing this. As she waved her wand to serve Loira a cup of tea, she casually remarked, "I've heard about what's been happening at Hogwarts lately."
Recent events—are you referring to Karkarov's death?
Ms. Vida should know that this involves me—but does she know that she and Miss Shiloh conspired together? If she does, will she be angry—after all, I took it upon myself to spread witchcraft—
Loila glanced carefully at Ms. Vida's expression and found that she didn't seem very happy—oh, she was angry after all!
"Ah—that—I'm so sorry—Ms. Vida!" Loila said instinctively, rubbing the hem of her clothes and looking down.
"Sorry? Why?" Vida's tone was unreadable; she simply looked at Loila quietly.
"I shouldn't have—I shouldn't have involved Miss Shiloh—and the murder and stuff—" Loira had no intention of hiding anything from Ms. Vida, partly because she was really bad at lying, and partly because it seemed unnecessary.
"Is that so?" Ms. Vida suddenly chuckled, her laughter startling Loila.
Huh? Why are you laughing? — Is your own apology really that funny?
Loila looked at Ms. Vida with a somewhat blank expression, while Ms. Vida shook her head after chuckling.
"Miss Hamilton—I'm not angry about that," she said slowly. "It's just that Karkaroff died."
"He betrayed Lord Grindelwald—he deserved to die," Vida said slowly, his tone flat and even, as if he were merely discussing what to have for lunch. "And you—Miss Hamilton."
"And don't worry about getting us into trouble."
"On the contrary—if something happens, like someone wants to cause you trouble—" She took a sip of tea: "You are a member of the Rozier family, a member of the Vigilantes, and a member of Lord Grindelwald's party."
"Please write to me and tell me what happened." She paused, then added, "Or Shiloh will do."
"We'll handle it." Her words made Loila purse her lips and widen her eyes slightly.
I clearly didn't kill anyone—why would Ms. Vida say that—and—Loy suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
"So I'm not angry about this."
"Ugh!" Upon hearing the word "angry," Loila immediately held back her tears.
Who will be your dance partner at the Christmas ball?
"Yes—yes, Miss Lovegood."
"A young lady?" Vida paused and said, "Miss Hamilton—how old are you?"
"Ugh—twenty—"
I'm referring to my actual age.
"Seventy-s ...
"You're not young anymore, are you, Miss Hamilton?"
"Ms. Vida, please don't say things so bluntly!" Loila lowered her head awkwardly. "I look like I'm only in my early twenties, right?"
They might even look like they're not adults yet.
And why bring up this topic at all?
"Do you have anything planned for this weekend?" Ms. Vida asked slowly.
"No—no." Loila shook her head, a bad feeling creeping over her.
"That's good." Ms. Vida smiled gently. "There's a ball this weekend—the attendees are all young talents from various prominent families."
"Me—ah?" Loila stared at Ms. Vida with wide eyes.
So you're here to go on a blind date with me?!
No, no, absolutely not!
Seeing Loila's resistant expression, Vida chuckled: "Just kidding, Miss Hamilton."
"But this is indeed a question you should be thinking about." She shrugged. "After all, it's a question everyone should consider."
So it was a joke—Loila breathed a sigh of relief, then, looking at Ms. Vida, she suddenly seemed to remember something and lowered her voice: "Then—then Ms. Vida, you too—"
"Me?" Ms. Vida's smile turned somewhat bitter. "I don't need to."
My heart has been imprisoned and will never come out.
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