novelhk Chapter 390 Loila's Happy Events
Chapter 390 Loila's Happy Events
Chapter 390 Loila's Happy Events
Ah—but how should I say it?
This seems to be another problem—after all, I can't exactly tell the truth that it's because I'm going to kill someone, so please, Mr. Potter, wait a bit before you learn the Patronus Charm.
And it's so hard to find a reason—actually, telling Mr. Lupin about Mr. Potter learning the Patronus Charm might be helpful—but it wouldn't be good if it changed Karkaroff's plans.
Loila bit her lip and thought for a long time, but ultimately couldn't come up with a solution.
It seems the only way is to learn faster than Mr. Potter.
Seeing Loila's somewhat troubled expression, Lupin, unaware of her thoughts, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Loila, I won't let you study with that student."
No—Mr. Lupin, how could you possibly have such terrible and evil thoughts?!
If I study alongside Mr. Potter and then fall behind him, where will I, as a professor, put my face?
"Then—then when?" Loila thought for a moment and then asked, "When will that student—begin to start learning?"
"Tonight." Lupin shrugged, then suddenly smiled. "Loila, do you really want to be with him?"
"Ah—no—no!" Loila waved her hands frantically. Harry would probably be very upset if he saw this scene.
"Are you in a hurry?"
"It's a bit... a bit rushed..." Loila quickly explained, "After all, Dementors are right next door..."
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"And the second game—it might come in handy."
"Hmm—" Lupin thought for a few seconds and felt that what Loila said made a lot of sense. After all, the professors would definitely need to help in the second game. If the professors who came to help the students couldn't even use the Patronus Charm themselves, that would be a bit ridiculous.
"Then perhaps we can start this afternoon?" Lu Hu thought for a moment and said, "I still have some things to take care of—I'll come to your office to see you after I'm done."
"Okay—okay." Loila breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Lupin's promise. Very good—now comes the most difficult part—learning the Patronus Charm.
I should be able to... right?
"A guardian spell?"
On Durmstrang's Astronomy Tower, Muller leaned against the wall, looking at the silver-haired girl in front of him with some surprise.
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"Why would you learn this?" The Patronus Charm is a spell that is almost useless—unless someone wants to break out of Azkaban, Muller really can't imagine anyone wanting to learn it.
"Ah—" The silver-haired girl pursed her lips and lowered her head as she said, "Because—because it's very—but..."
What kind of reason is that?
Is it a cute spell?
Muller was momentarily at a loss for words.
"You—look—" the silver-haired girl said in a slightly guilty voice, "It can summon—small animals and stuff—"
"Kitty—rabbit—" she said, letting out a silly laugh. "Isn't it—cute?"
"And they can also—they can also talk to me and stuff—" Her mutterings made Muller purse his lips.
The guardian spirit can't speak, right? — But if she really wanted to learn, it wouldn't be impossible — Muller hadn't learned the guardian spirit spell either, but with her abilities, it should be quite easy for her —
"Alright then." Muller shrugged and said, "I'll learn it then—it's not a very difficult spell anyway."
"And is this the only spell you haven't learned yet?"
"Ah—no—no, it's not that." The silver-haired girl said somewhat embarrassedly, "There's also the Killing Curse and stuff—"
"Then it's better not to learn it." Muller raised an eyebrow.
What kind of terrifying dark wizard could possess a silent killing curse?
"Since we're talking about learning the Patronus Charm, we'd better start now," Muller said, gently waving his wand and picking up a book from the ground.
"I remember this book mentioning how to study—" Muller casually flipped the page to his seat, glanced at it a few times, and then gave a somewhat—strange expression.
What does it mean to think about the happiest thing in your heart and then release that emotion? — Even in the realm of spells, this is quite abstract —
The incantation and hand gestures are quite simple.
"Patriot—" Muller mimicked the gesture from the book and gently waved his wand, but naturally nothing happened.
However, his movements should be considered fairly standard—Muller glanced at the girl beside him silently waving her wand and pursed his lips.
Even after watching it many times, he was still astonished each time—after all, he had never seen anyone learn spells silently before—
Next, we should think about the happiest thing—have I ever experienced something like this?
Muller thought for a few seconds, many images flashing through his mind, but the final image settled on the moment when he was eleven years old and learned he was going to school—
I must have been very happy back then—after all, I could leave home and not be bound by those rules and regulations—Müller never forgot that feeling of a fish entering the sea.
But—it still doesn't seem enough?
Even so, Muller did not feel the genuine joy described in the book when he waved his wand.
It doesn't seem so—I'm not happy enough.
Muller shook his head and looked at the girl, noticing that she was also holding her wand with a complicated expression.
"Are you also thinking about the happiest thing?" Muller asked after a moment's thought.
"Hmm—hmm!" The girl nodded and looked at Mueller, saying, "I just—I just tried it—"
"None of them seem to work."
Come to think of it—at the very least, her time at school probably wasn't exactly happy, right?
Muller shrugged and didn't say anything, instead continuing to think about his own affairs.
What is the happiest thing?
Was it because she taught Karkaroff a lesson? That was certainly something to be happy about — or seeing Royla win the Duel Championship — that seems alright too, considering she made that old man, the headmaster, furious — will she be able to win it again next time?
Or was it a few days ago when I went home and talked to Otto about school?
Did I spend Christmas at school instead of going home last year?
Muller felt he could recall quite a few happy things—but surprisingly—it seemed like none of them were quite enough.
Perhaps it's because I haven't discovered the true nature of these joyful things?
Müller paced back and forth for a long time before a somewhat abrupt idea came to him.
Could it be— He pursed his lips and looked at the girl who was still clumsily waving her wand, a somewhat absurd yet reasonable thought forming in his mind.
The things that make me happy—aren't they all related to her?
Is the thing that makes me happiest actually—being with her?
"Protect the Gods." He waved his wand gently, and a silver light flashed.
A silvery-white raven flew down from the sky and then slowly landed on his shoulder.
"Müller?!" The girl looked at him in surprise, her face filled with joy. "Wow—you're amazing—"
"Hmm—" Muller lowered his head with a somewhat complicated expression, unsure of what to say.
That's unlikely—how could a pure-blood wizard like being with a half-blood Veela?
That's absolutely impossible!
Is it really impossible? He looked at the raven, his expression somewhat complicated.
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