aircannonsinc Chapter 195 After the Crisis
Chapter 195 After the Crisis
Chapter 195 After the Crisis
What exactly is going on?
Sitting in the office of the professor of dark magic—or rather, magic arrays—at Hogwarts, Roy covered her head and trembled all over—why she was here, and why she was so worried, all stemmed from the open newspaper in front of her.
The front page headline of the Daily Prophet will soon be the front page headline of all newspapers —
A report revealing the identity of the magic array expert appeared out of nowhere, and even though Loila was trembling with fear, she knew very well that she had never met Miss Rita Skeeter before.
She doesn't even know where she got her own photos!
Looking at the photo of the silver-haired girl crawling up from the grass in the center of the dry newspaper, Roy felt like he was going to faint.
It's over! It's all over now!
Soon Ms. Vida will find out about me—and then—and then she'll come and grab me, won't she?!
And no matter how I explain, I definitely won't be able to convince Ms. Vida to believe me again! Especially since in this report, Ms. Skitta even said that I am Dumbledore's right-hand woman!
They even said I might be the next headmaster of Hogwarts—who wants to be the headmaster here!
And—and where did she get that conclusion from?!
Loila slammed her hand on the newspaper on the table, which resulted in her letting out a painful groan!
Clutching her aching hand, Loila slumped weakly onto the table, writhing in pain.
What should I do? What should I do?
The only thing on my mind was to hurry up and leave Mr. Lovegood's house and get back to Hogwarts—after all, no one would be coming here before school started—
But the thought of school starting soon made Roy panic—he had been living a wonderful life of quietly making a fortune!
Why does everything suddenly seem like a bubble?
Loila found it hard to imagine where Ms. Skeeter had learned these things, or where she had taken her photograph—
She certainly wouldn't doubt her friends; even the strangest Mr. Lovegood wouldn't do that!
Sigh—thinking about this now seems pointless, since for Loira, fame not only means unwanted attention, but also attracts Ms. Vida's attention.
And—and I've even met her once!
Loila immediately thought of Ms. Vida, whom she had met while working at the Ministry of Magic last summer. She was almost exactly the same as she had been back then—Loila trembled with fear just thinking about that imposing aura!
But—but what can I do now?
Of course not!
Lloyd had already promised Dumbledore that he would teach at Hogwarts—and was also carrying out Lord Grindelwald's mission—so he couldn't possibly run away!
No, no, no, no—calm down, calm down—Roy patted his face to calm himself down—he was at Hogwarts right now—
This is Dumbledore's stronghold—no matter what, Lady Vida wouldn't come here directly to find him, right?
Besides, didn't Ms. Skeeter claim to be Dumbledore's right-hand woman? Then there's even less chance she'd come—
Wait a minute! Doesn't this make my betrayal of Lord Grindelwald a "fact"?! I was absolutely loyal to Lord Grindelwald!
But—but Roy is now surprised to find that he has no way to prove this—because his so-called secret mission to Lord Grindelwald seems to others as him trying to curry favor with Dumbledore!
Furthermore, there doesn't seem to be any compelling evidence to support the meeting with Lord Grindelwald—are we to ask Dumbledore to provide proof?!
Loila took a deep breath, looked at the newspaper in front of her, and pursed her lips.
Finally, a decision was made.
Play dead!
That's right—playing dead!
If I don't say a word, then—no one will believe it's true, right? After all, I'm just an ordinary wizard—not even famous—the last time I appeared in the newspapers was when I was arrested by the German Ministry of Magic.
Besides, this whole thing is just something people are bored with. Once summer vacation is over and school starts, people will probably not have time to pay attention to it anymore, right?
Shouldn't it be right?
Then, after a while, this will pass—and you will—you will return to your previous life, right?
Hahahahahahahaha
Looking at Loy, who let out a stiff laugh, Nagini leaned against the bed and sighed—she took a sip of her coffee and then shook her head helplessly.
She didn't think things would develop the way Roy imagined.
And that was indeed the case—in the following weeks, Roy received countless letters.
Besides various scam messages, there were also many from her so-called admirers, her students, and Diagon Alley businessmen.
Despite receiving so many letters for the first time, Loila felt no joy. She stared blankly at the mountain of letters and finally chose to burn them all with a flick of her wand.
Of course, she did read the students' letters—but most of them seemed to be asking if the person in the newspaper was her, while Miss Granger, as before, asked herself about the spell.
The letter, which had frightened her in the past, now brought Loila a sense of peace—"Please, like Miss Granger, just ask me about the curse, okay?"
Fortunately, as time has passed, the hype surrounding this matter has indeed been decreasing. This may be partly because after Royla hid at Hogwarts, Ms. Skeeter did not publish any new reports, and partly because some unexpected upsets occurred in the Quidditch European Championship.
For the first time, Loila felt so grateful for Quidditch, a sport she had never been interested in.
However, as time passed, summer truly faded away—thanks to the Daily Prophet, many of Loila and Luna's plans were never put into action—
Travel, outings—swimming—searching for the horned beast—Loila sighed as she thought of these unfulfilled wishes—
It's all the Daily Prophet's fault! Loila declared that she would never subscribe to that newspaper again! She would only buy The Quibbler, which tells the truth.
Of course, there was also good news. It seemed that Ms. Vida had not seen any reports about Loira. The Rozier family was quite quiet, neither writing to Loira nor coming to see her.
This made her biggest worry vanish instantly.
And so, summer vacation ended, and the first day of school at Hogwarts arrived once again. Loila pursed her lips, glanced at the moon outside the window, and began to pray to Merlin and the non-existent God of Magic Circles.
Please let my new semester go back to normal!
However, it is clear that this is impossible.
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