novelraw Chapter 301 Valentine's Day Request
Chapter 301 Valentine's Day Request
Chapter 301 Valentine's Day Request
So is it Peterson or not?
Loila sat in her chair, thoughtfully examining a crystal ball placed on the table.
This is a Christmas gift from Peterson to Loila: a crystal ball that can predict the weather. If it rains tomorrow, it will be wet inside—and if it snows, it will be covered in snow.
If I had given Professor Snape this, he probably wouldn't have been so angry.
So is it Peterson or not?
Although Roy had complete trust in his family—falling from the sky was just too terrifying—
The thought of it happening again made Roy turn pale.
Moreover, Loila trusted Peterson, but she also trusted Miss Nagini—who was her friend.
Friends are a higher form of family.
After all, he used to have family, but he never had any friends.
But if it was Peterson, why would he want to kill me?
Because of the Hamilton family's inheritance rights? But didn't he already say that was just a baseless lie?
Loila felt a little uneasy. She rubbed her head to try and clear her mind of these unpleasant thoughts.
Perhaps Professor Huo Qi simply drank the wrong thing?
She was supposed to be filling a container with alcohol, but she ended up filling it with something like medicine—is this really something that can happen?
Luo Yi sighed, then lowered her head and focused her attention back on compiling the textbook.
Loila has been busy with this for almost the entire semester, compiling a suitable textbook on magic arrays. As a newly emerging course, it would be too embarrassing to simply have students read newspapers during class.
Compiling textbooks is now of paramount importance—second only to matters concerning Mr. P.A.—ah, speaking of Mr. P.A., I wonder how things are going with Mr. Lupin.
There had been no news from him for the past month — Loila pursed her lips and decided to pick up her quill and write a letter to Mr. Lupin.
Writing letters to friends is such a joyful thing — but I'd better not tell Mr. Lupin about falling from the sky.
She didn't want him to worry—and would he even worry? Loila felt she wasn't the kind of person who deserved to be worried about.
Just as I was thinking this, there was a knock on the office door.
"Cousin."
It was Peterson outside the door—hearing that voice made Loira instinctively feel a little scared and guilty.
Hearing the sound outside the door, Miss Nagini, who had been sunbathing by the windowsill, immediately opened her eyes and quickly slipped into Loila's robe.
Miss Nagini really harbors a great deal of hostility towards Peterson — Loila sighed softly, then carefully walked to the door and opened it.
"Good morning, cousin." Peterson nodded slightly and then smiled.
If it really was Peterson who did it—then he's incredibly talented—Loila couldn't help but purse her lips as she looked at his warm smile, which was just as gentle as before.
He is more suited to be a member of the Malay Party than Miss Hilo.
"Good morning—Good morning, Peterson." Loila nodded hastily and then carefully gestured for Peterson to sit down.
"Is my cousin already doing research so early?" Peterson raised an eyebrow when he saw the things on the table, and also noticed the letter that Loira was about to write.
"Oh—sorry." He smiled slightly and looked away.
"No—it's nothing," Loila said softly. "Two cups of coffee."
"Clatter".
Two cups of coffee floated slowly onto the table, and Loila slowly sat down.
What is Peterson here for today? Is it because of the magic circle or something again? But I'm not ready yet. Or is it something else?
Could it be that they're planning to seize the Hamilton family's assets—ah—I shouldn't let my imagination run wild like that.
Loila shook her head, held the cup, and carefully took a sip.
"Ugh————"
"It seems a little hot," Loila said awkwardly, sticking out her tongue before blushing and looking up.
As it turned out, Peterson was also staring at her.
"Is there...is there something wrong?" she asked, shrinking back.
"There is something I need to talk to my cousin about," Peterson said, elegantly picking up his glass and taking a sip. "Valentine's Day is coming up soon, isn't it?"
"Oh?"
Valentine's Day?
Loila didn't have any particular feelings about this festival. Her only impression was the terrifying ball last year—just thinking about it made her feel a little nauseous.
"Does my cousin have anything planned for Valentine's Day?"
"Huh?" Loila paused, instinctively unsure how to answer. Was she going to be taken back again or something?
"It's not about bringing my cousin home." Peterson seemed to have read Loira's mind, and he shrugged. "It's related to school."
"Or rather—it's related to the Pinecone Party."
"Pinecone Party?" Isn't that some strange organization related to him—something? Why is Peterson saying it?
Peterson, you didn't join us too, did you?
How embarrassing!
Loila's ears twitched slightly, and she lowered her head and whispered, "Pinecone Party—whatever—I'm not—not really sure."
Peterson chuckled softly upon hearing this, then said, "It's best if my cousin really doesn't know."
"I'm here to invite my cousin to the Pinecone Party for Valentine's Day," Peterson said with a shrug. "I think she's been a bit too—overworked—the last few days."
"Perhaps a small gathering can lift your spirits."
Absolutely not—not at all—Roy looked at Peterson nervously, wanting to refuse. These kinds of parties don't make me feel relaxed at all—if you want me to relax, just treat me like a couch potato and leave me in a corner, that's fine.
"The students seem really excited," Peterson said casually, taking a sip of his coffee. "They seem to be planning to prepare a cake or something for my cousin."
"Egg—cake?" Loila's eyes suddenly lit up: Is it a birthday cake or something?
"Cousin, is your birthday on Valentine's Day?"
"No—no—"
"I don't think so," Peterson muttered, raising an eyebrow at Loila's visibly disappointed expression. "Cousin, do you... really want birthday cake?"
"Ah! Absolutely not—nothing like that!" Loila quickly waved her hands and said, "That's for children—"
I am—I am an adult.
Cakes are delicious, right? — Birthday cakes are delicious too — They're the same — But I have absolutely no interest in birthday cakes.
But birthday cakes must be delicious—at least they were delicious when I ate them with my parents when I was little—
But what exactly does it taste like?
Loila's mouth was watering a little.
"Cousin?"
"Hmm!" Loila subconsciously licked her lips and then said, "Um—was that evening or noon?"
"At night," Peterson nodded gently when he saw Loila ask this, "at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade."
"The students will be very excited."
"Then I—I understand." Loila bit her lip and nodded, was she expecting something—?
Although I don't really want to attend this party, since it's something the students have prepared for me, it should be nice to attend, right?