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Chapter 473 Decision
Chapter 473 Decision
He loves you.
Loila was stunned when she heard this. She blinked and looked at Lupin, her expression freezing.
"Lo... Remus?" She pursed her lips, biting them as she slowly said, "You—"
"I----"
She stammered, unsure of what to say. Under Lupin's gaze, she finally spoke slowly and softly, "You—you're joking, right?"
"I'm not joking." Lupin gently shook his head. "He definitely—loved you."
"But I—" Loila said instinctively, "Müller—I've never treated him like that—"
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"And how could Muller possibly like someone like me?" Loila said, her face pale. "No one would like someone like me."
"Loila—calm down." Lupin took a deep breath and patted Loila's shoulders with both hands. "Calm down."
"I'm not here to find answers for anyone—I'm here to help you," he said, emphasizing each word. "He may have loved you—but that doesn't mean you need to reciprocate."
But Loila was indeed frightened by Mr. Lupin's words. Mr. Lupin said that Müller had liked me or something—that couldn't possibly be true—and even if it were true—
Loila recalled the feeling she had for Muller—just like she had for her father—Muller wasn't someone she could place her romantic feelings on—but rather someone she could place her familial affection on.
Or perhaps — the teacher.
She had never felt the kind of love that others talked about from Muller—the only feeling she could get was the warmth of returning home—and the peace of mind she used to have when she sat on the porch with her father.
She loved Muller, but not in that way. She wanted him to be happy, and even fantasized about whether she might be invited to his wedding.
But she didn't have the same love for Muller as other men and women her age, and because of this, she felt an unprecedented sense of guilt about whether everything she did deserved his affection.
I was just a coward hiding behind him—was his affection for me really not due to the Veela bloodline?
"Loila." Lupin's voice came, bringing Loila back to her senses. He looked at her earnestly and said, "Love is not about demanding something in return from others."
"Müller never talked to you about these things, did he?"
"Um----"
"That means—he didn't actually expect to gain anything from it." Lupin sighed as he spoke. "Sometimes people are just like that."
"Love and hate are not about getting anything, but about satisfying your own heart." Lupin's words made Loira half-understand, because she had never loved anyone that much, nor had she ever hated anyone that much.
She loved her family—but they were gone.
She hated Karkaroff, but he was dead.
Lupin looked at her and gently shook his head: "I just—don't want his thoughts to be buried in his memories."
"That's all." He glanced at the black lake outside the window, then changed the subject: "So—what are you planning to do?"
"What should I do?" Loila's mind was a mess.
"I know why you killed Karkaroff, and I can understand you, Loila," Lupin said slowly, "but—"
This doesn't mean others can understand.
"You did kill someone, didn't you?" Lupin said, closing his eyes. "We should think about—how to stop you from being imprisoned in Azkaban."
"No—no way," Loila whispered, biting her lip. "They have no evidence—"
"And I also have an alibi—"
Yes, Lloyd has these things—but Mr. Steinberg is clearly no ordinary man—Lupin doesn't think his report would be without explanations for these issues.
He's not a fool—and now he can't be fooled anymore.
"That's not necessarily true." So he said, "Since he dared to submit a report—it means he already has some clues."
"Then—what should I do?" Loila's thoughts were a bit confused.
Lupin has no such experience, and his past life and experiences have nothing to do with these things—if you asked him to think about it now—he wouldn't get an answer anytime soon.
Therefore, in response to Loila's words, he simply said in a low voice, "I will do everything in my power to protect you."
"We mustn't let them find out."
"No—no need." Hearing these words, Loila immediately came to her senses. She looked firmly into Lupin's eyes and said, "Remus—it's enough that you haven't told anyone about this."
"You don't need to take any risks—to cover for me or anything." Loila nodded seriously, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, looking very determined.
"What if they find out?" Lupin frowned immediately. "I can't just stand by and watch you go into Azkaban—"
"I once watched two of my friends die tragically—" Lupin paused, "I can't let that happen again."
"They—they can't catch me," Loila said, slightly tightening her grip on her wand.
"So you don't need to worry about my—Remus." Loila forced a smile: "Besides, you said it yourself—"
Didn't Dumbledore—didn't he—let him interrogate me?
"That's enough."
"If they want to investigate, let them investigate," Loila said, looking at Lupin's furrowed brow. "If they really want to interrogate me..."
"Then I'll tell them the truth—and then—and then I'll escape to a place they can't find." Loila's eyes grew increasingly resolute as she spoke: "From the moment I decided—decided to avenge Mueller."
“I was already prepared for this.” Loira’s words silenced Lupin. He shook his head and slowly stood up, saying, “Are you asking me to stand idly by, Loira?”
"No—no, Remus—" The blue-eyed man looked at Lupin with apparent confidence. "I just know—they can't catch me."
Lupin looked into her eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I understand."
He said this as he slowly got up and walked out of the office.
I should—I should put Mr. Lupin at ease, right? Looking at his retreating figure, Loila took a deep breath.
She absolutely did not want Mr. Lupin involved, even if he wanted to—Loira was indeed confident of escaping—but where to escape to? And when?
She closed her eyes tightly, unable to bear thinking about the answer.
Maybe I shouldn't have thought about it at all, right?
Although I really enjoy my current job and am very happy at Hogwarts, since I've chosen to avenge Mueller, I shouldn't think about the outcome anymore.
Thinking of this, Loila nodded slightly.
All I need to do is focus on my job until then; the rest is up to fate.
After all, he didn't leave behind any crucial evidence, did he?
And—love?
The girl inside the door gently shook her head, while the man outside the door clenched his fist slightly.
She only knew that words could deceive, but forgot that the eyes never can.
She had absolutely no confidence—Lupin took a deep breath and then took a firm step forward.
She has already saved herself, so let me save her too.
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