The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 99 Serpent Language and the Tea Party

Chapter 99 Serpent Language and the Tea Party

So, the word "like an earthworm" means "me," and the word "like a small worm" means "you."

Loira looked at the book of Parseltongue in front of her and wrote thoughtfully on the paper. Parseltongue is a relatively difficult language, much more difficult than German, French and other magical animal languages.

The first challenge is these characters that look almost identical. However, this is only for ordinary wizards.

Roy didn't find it difficult. Look at this character, its curvature is similar to the upper part of the energy storage magic circle in a magic circle, while this character is a bit like the ancient magic script in the center of the magic circle in Mr. Riddle's diary whose function is unknown. Hmm—it means vitality. See, Parseltongue isn't actually that difficult.

Loira held the Snake Language manual while looking at the magic circle imprint in her hand, trying to translate the meaning of the magic circle one by one.

However, it seems a bit difficult. Snake language is not just a simple combination of characters. Its arrangement is very different from English, and there are no punctuation marks. Perhaps it's because the "hissing" sounds don't reveal any tone of voice?

Roy shook his head and slowly closed the book of Serpent Language in his hand.

If only I were born with Parsleyan speech—I'd have so many more attributes anyway...and Parsleyan is so cool!

However, the price to pay is that you'll also feel afraid when facing snakes.

Shaking his head, Roy slowly took out yet another magic array.

This is a magic circle whose purpose she has yet to discover. Once activated, it does nothing but emit light, and there is no record of it in the secret room, or perhaps it was there but has already been destroyed.

What exactly is this magic circle for?

Roy glanced at the activated magic circle and coughed instinctively.

Ah—it seems the office is a bit chilly, after all, Christmas is almost here.

Roy looked up at the snowflakes outside the window. The snow at Hogwarts came much later than at Durmstrang, but it was just as cold.

"Bang bang bang!"

Who...who?!

The sudden knocking startled Roy. She instinctively shrank back and carefully walked to the door.

"Miss Lola, it's me."

Ah...it's not Dumbledore...all clear!

Hearing Miss Lovegood's familiar voice, Loira breathed a soft sigh of relief.

She carefully opened the office door, looked around to make sure no one else was in the classroom, and then quickly beckoned the smiling Luna to come in.

"Am I bothering you, Roy?" Luna asked casually as she sat down on Roy's bed, leaning back on the unmade bed and closing her eyes slightly.

"No, no." Loira looked at Luna somewhat awkwardly, wishing she had cleaned the house first.

In winter, people subconsciously become a little lazier. "I saw you hadn't replied to my message, so I thought Roy was busy," Luna said, turning over and sitting on the edge of the bed, thoughtfully looking at Roy.

"It seems like you've been harassed again."

"Like this?" Roy sat down in the chair, pointing with his fingers. "I—I was just learning Parseltongue."

I guess I was too focused and didn't see Miss Lovegood's message.

"Parasitic language?" Luna tilted her head slightly and said, "Hiss hiss hiss?"

"Ah!" Roy was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Do you speak Parseltongue, Miss Lovegood?"

"Hahaha." Luna laughed as she got out of bed and walked to Roy's side. "Of course not, I was just saying that casually."

"Isn't it true that only Parseltongue speakers are born with the ability to speak Parseltongue?"

"Ah—it really is—" Roy blushed and lowered his head, carefully considering that Miss Lovegood's hissing sound just now had four or five errors.

Seeing Loira blush and lower her head, Luna gently reached out and stroked Loira's hair: "Loira's hair is so beautiful."

"The silvery color looks like a string of stars that are naturally formed, or like mercury in a test tube."

"Don't say that all of a sudden!" Loira cried out softly as Luna suddenly pinched her ear, quickly shrinking her head back. "No—don't do that..."

"And I...I didn't lie—ah," Loira's voice trailed off, and Luna gently withdrew her hand.

"Oh, sorry, Loira." She blinked. "I just really wanted to pinch you."

"This—this—is not good." Roy seemed a little unsettled; as soon as someone pinched her ear, she felt her whole body go limp.

"How about Roy pinches my ears?" Luna said, tilting her head to the side. "My ears are pretty soft too—"

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Roy subconsciously looked up at Miss Lovegood's ears. To be honest, Miss Lovegood's ears were quite pretty, much prettier than his own pointed ears—

and many more!

I'm an adult! How could I, like Miss Lovegood, enjoy pinching people's ears?!

It's just an ear! What's there to pinch?

Loira shook her head and said, "Miss Lovegood, you've come to see me—is there something you need?"

It's a weekend morning, and according to what Roy knows, Miss Lovegood should be sitting in the lounge watching the latest episode of Dissent—

"Oh, I almost forgot." Luna shook her head a little disappointedly, seeing that Loira wasn't about to pinch her ear. "I came to ask Loira to have tea."

"Tea?" Loira paused for a moment before saying, "I have some in my office."

"Not this kind of tea drinking." Luna shrugged. "A tea party!"

"Does Loira know?"

"Ah—I know, I know." Roy nodded with a hint of lingering fear; of course she knew about the tea party.

It's like those small gatherings where a few people get together and gang up on one person, right? Loira had been invited twice before, and each time she thought she would make some friends.

The result was that he was severely ridiculed by his classmates.

"I don't really—I don't know much—about tea." Thinking this, Loira quickly said, "Let's just forget about it."

She certainly didn't want to offend Luna with her poor performance at the tea party—although the chances of that happening were slim.

But what if there are other people around? Roy didn't have the guts to think he could calmly enjoy tea in front of others.

If I were to do it myself, I'd definitely embarrass Luna in front of everyone.

"Hahahaha." Hearing Roy's words, Luna suddenly laughed. Her bell-like laughter eased Roy's worries considerably. Then, she gently twirled Roy's slightly messy hair and said, "Why should one understand tea at a tea ceremony?"

Don't you need it?

Loira was taken aback. She knew how much people would be ridiculed for not understanding tea. Was it different for British wizards?

"A tea party is just about chatting," Luna said, exhaling a puff of white breath at the glass of Loira's office before drawing on it with her finger.

While drawing, he said, "And Mr. Hagrid probably doesn't have any tea, right?"

"Unless YaYa is a tea-brewing fairy."

"Hagrid?" Loira was taken aback.

Also, what is the Tea Brewing Elf?

"Hmm." Luna wiped the painting off the glass with her hand and then turned her head slightly. "Hagrid made some rock cakes recently."

"I want to try it."