novelraw Chapter 246 Mr. PH's Conjecture
Chapter 246 Mr. PH's Conjecture
Chapter 246 Mr. PH's Conjecture
Loila stepped into the room, only to find that the situation inside was much worse than she had imagined.
Although Mr. PH's secret rooms were filled with all sorts of miscellaneous items, none of them were as messy as the room before us.
Various odds and ends were scattered on the ground. Loila could see a broken glass, an hourglass broken in two on the ground, and even dried black liquid on the ground with just a quick sweep.
Has this place been invaded by red hats?
Loila pursed her lips upon seeing the chaotic scene.
Most importantly—does Mr. PH's notebook still exist?
She glanced at Mr. Lupin instinctively and found that his expression was just as unpleasant as hers.
"What's going on?" Lupin coughed and muttered. He carefully lifted his foot and stepped over the unknown liquid on the ground, then made sure not to step on the test tubes that had rolled onto the ground.
Loila was petite, so she was a little more agile than him, but that was about it—the inexplicable unpleasant smell made her cover her mouth and nose and unable to say a word for a long time.
Mr. PH, putting everything else aside—you absolutely must pay attention to hygiene!
It was as if the scent emanating from a venomous unicorn, which seemed to have been dead for fifty years, forced Loila to raise her wand and flick it.
A gust of wind blew through the room, and the nauseating smell lessened considerably.
"So—did he leave a notebook?" Lupin asked, coughing. "I have a feeling this place has been invaded by someone."
"It's also possible that he simply left in a hurry."
Listening to Lupin's words, Loila nodded thoughtfully. She looked around the table in the room, anxiously searching for Mr. PH's notes.
Loila breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the notebook with a few pages turned by the wind.
It seems nothing's wrong—the notebook is still lying safely on the table.
However, looking at the messy things on the table, she finally decided to wave her wand and pull the notebook over.
"Um—Loila," Lupin said immediately after seeing that she had found the notebook, "Can I wait for you outside?"
"There's something really off about this—" It seems that because he can transform into a werewolf, Mr. Lupin's sense of smell is much stronger than that of a normal human.
Therefore, he was also more able to smell the stench in the air.
Before Loila could even nod, Lupin had already covered his nose and left.
Ah—it seems being a werewolf isn't so fun after all—Roy used to want to be a werewolf, but he doesn't really want to anymore.
At least for now, I don't want to —
Shaking her head, Loila slowly opened her notebook.
"It's another meeting, or perhaps it's the first time, a stranger to us, but either way, congratulations on being here."
"This entrance must be the most hidden and difficult to unlock, right? How long did it take you to complete it?"
About ten seconds?
"Alright, alright, now that you've come to my lab, you must be here to find new magic circles and methods for creating them, right?"
"I'm sorry, but I have some new ideas about how to create magic circles, so I probably won't be staying here."
"But you can look forward to the new magic circle."
"It's been a while since I last wrote these notes—"
Stop with the nonsense, Mr. Ph. I want to see the magic circle—not your story!
Loila rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, but there was nothing she could do.
After all, this Mr. PH is someone who can seamlessly weave magic circles into everyday stories.
So I can't be careless—I have to look at them carefully one by one—Roy suppressed his anxiety, let out a soft breath, and continued reading.
"It's been several years since my last note. Can you tell from my handwriting? I'm actually almost thirty!"
Time flies!
Thirty years old? Loila couldn't help but be a little surprised. "Sir, you are really amazing. You have achieved so much in magic array studies at less than three years old."
But why haven't I heard anything about him since then? My father hasn't mentioned him either—Loila couldn't help but have a bad feeling.
Something extraordinary must have happened to Mr. PH.
"But I'm married."
That can't be the reason, right?!
However, marriage—this unfamiliar word instilled a subconscious fear in Loila. She knew she would never be able to do such a thing—unless she could marry the magic circle—
"Alright, alright, be serious—" Roy patted his face, trying to stop himself from blushing and overthinking because of this inexplicable thing.
"I'm married and about to have a daughter! Congratulations!"
"If you don't know what happened before, then it's a pity. You absolutely must find the old notebook. It not only contains the contents of creating the magic circle, but also my deeply moving love story!"
There's no content about creating a magic circle at all—that's just something you said on purpose to make others see your love story!
"My daughter will definitely be adorable, just like her mother—but, you know, those awful family members are starting again."
Sorry, I don't understand.
"They always want to interfere in your life, even though they are your closest blood relatives, they say the most disgusting things in the world."
"They complained that she wasn't a pure-blood wizard, and they were also muttering about other issues, while also criticizing your favorite magic array."
"I really want to use the Killing Curse to send them all to heaven one by one."
Mr. PH doesn't seem to be in a good mood — but I probably can't understand his feelings — I'm more concerned about the magic circle.
Where is the magic circle? Where is the brand new magic circle?
"I will absolutely not allow my future adorable daughter to have anything to do with them!"
"Also, the contents of the magic circle are as follows—"
Loila's eyes lit up when she saw this, and she immediately looked down.
but----
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Loila's lips twitched, then she sighed.
This new magic circle—isn't it the magic circle I already knew about? I didn't even know about it after I woke up; it's a magic circle that my father talked about when I was a child.
Mr. PH is indeed not as capable as Dad — Loila sighed helplessly, but she wasn't too disappointed, probably because she had seen how lively Mr. PH's house was —
But precisely because of this, she became more and more fascinated by Mr. PH—what kind of person was he, really?
What exactly did they encounter? And who is he?
"Is it over?" Seemingly having waited too long upstairs, Lupin walked to the laboratory door.
"It's over—it's finished—" Loila nodded gently, then handed the notebook to Lupin. Lupin glanced at it for a few moments and muttered, "So he lived in Germany after that?"
"I don't know." Loila shook her head. "But—but he stayed in Germany for a while—"
"I understand." Lupin nodded knowingly. "I'll continue the search. Nothing else has come up lately—"
"Then...would you like to take a break?" Loila asked after thinking for a moment.
"No need for that," Lupin shrugged. "I was just resting anyway."
He smiled, then changed the subject: "How have you been lately?"
"I heard your cousin came to see you, is that right?"
"Ah—yes—yes." Roy nodded. "His name is Peterson Hamilton—and he's quite interested in magic circles—"
"Oh, right!" Royla said as if remembering something, "He also gave me five thousand Galleons!"
"Five thousand Galleons?" Lupin raised an eyebrow, a look of astonishment on his face. "I really don't understand you pure-blood wizards—"
Actually, I can't be considered a pure-blooded wizard.
"But you said your cousin's name is Peterson Hamilton—" Lupin suddenly looked down at the notebook in his hand as if he had just remembered something.
"Look—"
"The abbreviation for Peterson Hamilton ————"
"Isn't it just pH?"
"Huh?" Loila suddenly paused for a moment.
"Of course, I was just joking," Lupin chuckled. "After all, your cousin is probably still a student, right?"
"Which house at Hogwarts is he in?"
"He—he's a professor," Loila muttered unconsciously, but her thoughts were already starting to wander in a strange direction.