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Chapter 524 Relaxation
Chapter 524 Relaxation
Returning home after a long absence, Loila felt incredibly at ease sitting on the porch. Unlike her office at Hogwarts, there was no sense of being constantly at work, making this the place where Loila could truly relax.
Having just attended the Wizengamo Wizarding Council and then spent several days being fed and housed at the Ministry of Magic, Loyra was naturally given a vacation.
Since the third match of the Goblet of Fire, Royla realized that she hadn't worked since. She had spent almost a month in the hospital and then several days at the Ministry of Magic.
It's a holiday again now, that's great (**).
"Will you continue working at Hogwarts next year?"
Hilo, who was sitting on the porch with Loila, slowly asked. She was holding a cup of coffee, lying back in the chair, her bare feet resting lightly on the edge of the table, looking very comfortable, completely unlike her usual cold demeanor.
It seems Miss Shiloh is also very tired. Come to think of it, Miss Shiloh was defending herself, although the process of defending herself was rather bizarre.
"Hmm...hmm." After thinking for a few seconds, Loila nodded slightly in response to Shiloh's question: "If nothing unexpected happens...I will continue to work at Hogwarts."
Upon hearing this, Shiloh didn't open her eyes but slowly said, "It seems you really like—this job, don't you?"
"Ah—yes—yes—" As soon as the words left her mouth, Loila realized something and quickly shook her head: "Ah, no, no!"
"This is for a greater good."
Hilo didn't say anything, but chuckled softly, not with his usual sarcasm or coldness, but with a very relaxed laugh.
After laughing, she slowly said, "I didn't mean that."
"I was just asking—" she said, opening her eyes to look at Loila, "After all, Hogwarts next semester—it certainly won't be very peaceful, will it?"
"Your Minister of Magic at the British Ministry of Magic—and those people around him," Hilo said with a cold laugh, then closed his eyes again.
Miss Shiloh is right. Fudge looks really angry, and Loila doesn't think he'll let it go so easily—so what is he going to do next?
To be honest, why didn't Dumbledore just storm into the Ministry of Magic and kill Fudge? Wouldn't that have solved the Ministry's problem?
Loila didn't quite understand Dumbledore's thoughts; that despicable old man was never easy to fathom.
"If one day—" Shiloh began the lesson again, swinging her legs as she said softly, "If one day you simply can't stand things at Hogwarts anymore."
"Let's leave," she said slowly. "Go back to the shamans, go back to Aunt Vida."
"Aunt Vida's health has never been very good, and she misses you very much."
"But—but Lord Grindelwald—"
"Lord Grindelwald's mission is certainly important," Shiloh said, looking into Loira's eyes, "but you are the same to me—to us."
"Voldemort's resurrection—some of Dumbledore's plans—and the current Ministry of Magic." Heero shook his head: "These are all too—dangerous."
"Although I know your abilities, but—" Shiloh paused, then turned her face slightly and said, "By the way—does it hurt?"
"Huh?" Loila didn't understand what Miss Shiloh meant. She tilted her head slightly and said, "What—does it hurt?"
"Separate parts".
Split?
Is Hilo referring to—that time during the Goblet of Fire?
Loila pursed her lips in slight surprise, then answered honestly, "Is...it's alright?"
"It's just a little bit... a little painful."
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Upon hearing this, Shiloh didn't say anything; she simply turned her face back to look at Loila.
"Really it's just... a little... eh?" Before Loila could finish speaking, Miss Hilo gently reached out and touched Loila's cheek.
Miss Shiloh, what's wrong?
Feeling the slightly cool touch on her cheek, Loila's face flushed slightly.
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Hilo was silent for a few seconds, then slowly withdrew her hand. As if realizing something, she turned her face away again.
After a few seconds, she said in a muffled voice, "It's just a little painful, that's all."
"Miss Hilo?"
"I'm fine—I'm alright." Shiloh's tone suddenly turned slightly cold. She took a deep breath, as if to calm herself down, and said, "About you."
"There hasn't been any progress yet." She pursed her lips. "This is also your fault."
"Hmm?"
Miss Shiloh suddenly sounded a little strange—her strange words made Loira blink, feeling that Miss Shiloh had never said anything like this before—
"Anyway—I will continue my investigation," Shiloh continued. "Something must have happened in those fifty years."
Miss Shiloh is very busy too—she has to investigate my case, then she has to come see me at the school hospital, and then she has to participate in her own defense.
It seems I haven't done anything—nothing at all—for Miss Shiloh.
Loila's ears drooped slightly, her eyes scanning Miss Shiloh up and down—
Finally, she gritted her teeth and gently reached out to place her hand on Miss Hilo's foot.
"Huh?" Shiloh paused for a moment, then immediately opened her eyes and looked over. "Loila?"
"I—" Loila pursed her lips and said softly, "Miss Hilo—I want to help you—"
"A massage—I heard—" Loila's voice trailed off, "I heard it's a great way to relax—"
"Where did you hear that from?"
"Mr. Lockhart's ————in ————"
"Is that not allowed?" Looking at Hilo with a strange expression, Loila quickly said, "It's—it's a proper book!"
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Does Lockhart even have any serious books?
"————"
Hilo was silent for a few seconds, then said with a somewhat strange expression, "Well—okay then—"
"Thank you."
Miss Shiloh's voice grew softer and softer.
Loila nodded slightly, then revealed a resolute expression as if she were on a mission.
I need to give Miss Hilo a good massage!
This is the only way someone like me can repay Miss Shiloh!
Taking a deep breath, Loila applied slight pressure to her hands.
A tranquil breeze gently blew through the garden. Spring had arrived, and the cornflowers were in full bloom. Wind chimes and cornflowers swayed in the breeze, and the girl's soft murmurs disappeared without a trace on the wind.
Perhaps life should be like this: relaxed and carefree.
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A small snake quietly crawled out of the porch, flicked its tongue at the scene before it.
Then, somewhat helplessly, he shook his head and shrank back through the crack in the door.