thefictionvixens Chapter 249 Ambiguous Chapter Answer
Chapter 249 Ambiguous Chapter Answer
Chapter 249 Ambiguous Answers
Huh?
Peterson's answer made Loira's eyes widen. For a moment, she couldn't imagine how Peterson knew about Mr. PH.
And—could it be that…?
Was Mr. Lupin's joke actually true?
“From—from a ruin.” Loila said, pursing her lips, while carefully observing Peterson’s expression.
Upon hearing her say it was found in a historical site, Peterson's face clearly showed understanding. He smiled slightly and lowered his voice: "And it was in Germany, right?"
"Hmm!"
Loila shuddered. "How did you know?"
So... so Peterson really is Mr. PH?
"Peterson—you—"
"Cousin," Peterson coughed, interrupting Loira. He pushed up his glasses and lowered his voice, saying, "Some things are not so easy to say out loud."
"About Mr. PH—I hope my cousin won't tell anyone else." He paused, then continued, "Don't tell a third person."
"...
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Loira's expression turned strange upon hearing this. What did it mean that some truths are hard to say aloud? Ah!
Loila suddenly remembered the story in the notebook. Mr. PH seemed to have no affection for his family whatsoever—but now Peterson seemed to—indeed, those were Peterson's notebooks from his youth—
I know that! If I were to look at my childhood diaries now, I'd probably be so embarrassed I'd faint—
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However, I won't tell a third person—Loy really wants to ask if werewolves count as a third person.
Seemingly noticing Loira's strange expression, Peterson subconsciously asked, "Has your cousin already told anyone?"
"No—no," Loila said softly, head down, somewhat embarrassed. "It's just that I—I found the ruins with—and someone else—"
"Who is the other person?"
"Lupin — Mr. Lupin."
"Remus Lupin?" Peterson frowned slightly. "I've heard of him—he always looks so poor—"
"Is he my cousin's friend?"
Upon hearing the word "friend," Loila subconsciously smiled, then quickly composed herself and nodded: "Mr. Lupin is—a friend I trust very much."
"I see—" Peterson said after thinking for a few seconds, "Since my cousin trusts him—"
"But cousin, I still hope that not too many people will know about this." Peterson paused, then added, "I don't want too many people to know about this past."
At this point, Peterson paused for a few seconds, then looked around. Even though Hogwarts was unusually quiet late at night, he still observed cautiously for a long time before slowly saying, "My cousin probably doesn't know—"
"The Hamilton family is currently experiencing intense internal strife."
"Huh?!" Loila shrank back upon hearing this; family feuds were just too complicated—
Don't tell me!
“Telling the whole story might be too complicated—but all my cousin needs to know is this—” Peterson blinked. “The more people know about this, the worse it will be for my side.”
"Is this...is this how it is?"
Loira pursed her lips, a flicker of fear washing over her. She regretted asking Peterson about Mr. PH.
However—but since Peterson is Mr. PH—
Loila looked up and asked, "Then, Peterson, could you tell me—tell me—about the method for creating the magic circle?"
Peterson paused for a few seconds, then sighed softly, "I'm sorry, cousin, I've already—"
"We won't be in contact anymore." He said, taking a few steps back and standing in the shadows. "As for the method of creating the magic circle..."
"Perhaps my cousin can choose to explore on her own."
What do you mean by "never coming into contact with them again"? Can a person survive without oxygen?!
"Then—where is it?" Loila asked, unwilling to give up. "I'll go myself—"
Peterson shook his head slightly without saying anything more. He bowed slightly to Loila, then turned and left, disappearing at one end of the corridor.
As he walked, he said, "Cousin, you'd better be careful of Rozier—she's definitely not a good person."
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Watching his retreating figure, Loira didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.
He now knew PH's identity—his cousin Peterson Hamilton—but—PH refused to tell him anything about the magic circle—
However, judging from what he said—the method for creating the magic circle must have been written down in some notebook—meaning that I will eventually have a chance to find it—
Loila took a deep breath to encourage herself; she couldn't lose heart! This was a great magic circle.
But Peterson really is Mr. PH—my authority as the older cousin seems to have completely vanished—losing to my younger cousin in a magic circle—
Thinking about it now, no wonder Peterson was so interested in magic array courses—it turns out he used to be a magic array expert!
However, it seems that what happened today wasn't just about Peterson—but also about Miss Shiloh—Loira felt a little scared when she thought about her.
I managed to shut Miss Hilo up—won't she go back and tell Ms. Vida?
If Lady Vida comes, I'll really have no choice but to atone with my death—but I think I've already acted very—very witchcraft-like today, right?
They even seem to be leaning towards Miss Shiloh—maybe she can figure out my identity—instead of—thinking I'm a traitor or something.
But—but you said I was Dumbledore's little dog or something—the thought of that sentence made Loila feel insulted! It was a blatant personal attack! Even as a Veela half-blood, she found it hard to accept such a title.
The day I defeat Dumbledore and clear his name, I will make Miss Hero apologize to me, and then I will punish her with the authority of an old member of the Vigilante Party!
Then I'll just let her bark like a puppy!
Thinking this, Loila smiled! Hmph—Loila Hamilton, you are truly a cunning member of the Basilisk Party to the core!
Peterson slowly pushed open the office door and stepped inside. His expression was no longer gentle; instead, it was unusually serious.
He paced back and forth in his office with a slight frown until the clock struck two in the morning, at which point he took a deep breath and slowly sat down.
He took out a letter and a quill from under the table, and then began to ponder again.
"Pat-pat-pat"
The tip of the quill pen lightly touched the letter paper, leaving ink dots, but not a single word.
After a long period of contemplation, he slowly wrote down the first word.
Recipient: Dear Edward ————
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