The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 340 The Textbook Storm

Chapter 340 The Textbook Storm

As the sun rose in the early morning, Miss Hamilton, the Hogwarts professor of magic circles, began her workday once again.

Dumbledore's break for her had long since ended, so she had already resumed her work at Hogwarts.

I'm the head of a pure-blood family, with millions of Galleons on my back—why do I still have to work at Hogwarts—and I'm just a professor at that.

If Dumbledore dies, can I become the headmaster?

Although she appears to be awake, Miss Hamilton is not fully awake yet.

"Ah—Ugh—"

Yawning, Loila rubbed her eyes and waved her wand to fetch herself a basin of water. As she gently wiped her face, she pondered her work for the day.

Today I had a class on magic arrays—then came the work of compiling the textbook, which is nearing completion—after that comes the research on magic arrays—

Today was truly fulfilling—Loila blinked, looking at the student-like figure in the mirror, and sighed helplessly—maybe she should research a magic circle that could make people more mature?

She looked down at her chest—

It feels so urgent!

"Pat, pat."

Just then, there was a knock on the office window. Loila paused for a moment and saw an owl standing there.

eh?

This was an owl I had never seen before; it was neither Mr. Lupin's nor Miss Hero's.

This owl has a very strange pattern, as if it's been splashed with a bucket of dye. Who knew there could be an owl even stranger than Sia?

Loila slowly opened the window, a little curious to see who would send the letter.

It shouldn't be one of those scammers, right?

Since becoming famous, Loila has received many such letters. If it weren't for Miss Nagini's help, she might have been swindled out of a lot of Gallon.

Slowly taking the letter from the owl's feet, Luo Yishu casually tore open the envelope.

"Miss Hamilton, it's been a long time. I'm writing to ask you some questions."

Ok?

Who is this?

Loila felt something was off about the unsigned letter.

Not only did they not introduce themselves at the beginning, but they also didn't give their name at the end—is this a scam?

Wait a minute, don't you need to write your name to commit fraud?

I don't even know who he is, how am I supposed to send him Galonnaise?

Loila looked at the letter with some confusion and decided to look for the answer in its contents.

"The first thing is about the magic circle. Do you remember what happened with the textbooks?"

"I think Miss Hamilton, you haven't forgotten, after all, that was to you what the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast was to Luna—"

Okay, Loila knows who sent this letter.

This is Mr. Lovegood—upon closer reflection, forgetting his signature, it does indeed fit her stereotype of him—

So Lovegood came to ask about textbooks?

Yes, that's true. I did mention this to Mr. Lovegood before the start of this semester, but I haven't finished compiling the textbook yet.

The main problem is that the magic array is so profound and complex that Loila makes new discoveries every now and then, which forces her to constantly revise the previous content.

For example, she's been thinking about whether to write about her recent method for creating magic circles in a book.

However, creating a magic circle seems to be quite difficult—Loila even sought out Luna to conduct an experiment after returning to Hogwarts, but unfortunately Luna did not succeed.

Not only Luna, but even Miss Shiro failed. Although she wasn't particularly interested in magic circles, she was still a very powerful wizard.

Royla had considered asking Dumbledore, but if he actually learned it, it would be terrible—

Wouldn't we be supplying our enemies with even more powerful weapons?

Loila thought about it and decided against it, and she also decided not to include the meditation technique for creating magic circles in the textbook.

After all, it would be very dangerous to try it alone—and there's no shortage of such daring students among her.

For example, a few days ago—she didn't know why she received a letter from a daring college student—well, a letter, even a love confession letter.

Loila was thrown into the fire by Miss Nagini before she could finish reading.

"Meaningless garbage! That's my attitude towards garbage!"

Hmm, Miss Nagini seems quite angry—she even threatened to find that student and give him a little warning.

"Liking a teacher is absolutely unacceptable!"

In short, Loila didn't think any of her students would follow the rules; it would be terrible if someone tried it and something went wrong.

Moreover, after what happened with Peterson, Loira understood some things: magic circles really shouldn't be allowed to be learned by bad people.

What? You're saying the UMNO party is full of bad people?

We, the Malay Party, are truly good people. Didn't you see that the German Ministry of Magic was in cahoots with us back then?

This is an officially sanctioned righteous organization! It's different from Voldemort's terrorist organization.

In conclusion, Loila's textbook compilation work is nearing completion, and she feels it should be finished around the summer vacation.

Thinking this, Loila continued reading down the letter.

"The second thing is related to summer vacation. If you're free during summer vacation, would you be willing to take Luna to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"I have some things to do this summer, I might have to go to Sweden."

"I'll let you in on a little secret: it has nothing to do with the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast."

Don't include anything irrelevant here — Loira pursed her lips helplessly, but going to see the Quidditch World Cup with Luna and stuff —

Not really interested — Quidditch is too dangerous — Roy felt he would never forget the time he almost fell to his death.

But if Luna really wants to go, I'll go with her to see you—but I wonder if the Quidditch World Cup will be crowded? If it's too crowded, maybe we should skip it.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Loila didn't rush to give an answer, but instead chose to continue reading.

Um—that's all.

The letter's contents abruptly ended after the Quidditch World Cup, as if it had been cut off by someone.

This is truly a letter from Mr. Lovegood—

Okay, let's stop thinking about these things.

Loila patted her face to wake herself up. Today was a workday, and even though she was incredibly wealthy, she still had to work hard for those fifty Galleons a month!

Hmm, now that you mention it, I feel even less inclined to work.

Dumbledore, can't you just kill yourself for once?

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