novelraw Chapter 315 In a dream
Chapter 315 In a dream
Chapter 315 In a dream
Everything is so chaotic—everything is so—so confusing—
Loila felt as if she were experiencing a nightmare, or rather, she was in a nightmare right now. She felt completely dazed and confused—the sound of the bursting bubbles made her head tremble as if she were being electrocuted.
"Loila!?"
"Rice weevils!"
"Miss Hamilton!"
"Professor Hamilton————"
Countless voices were calling her name; those were the voices of countless people she had ever met.
But—but why—why are you looking at me like that?
Countless phantoms looked at Loira from the bubbles all around, their eyes filled with disappointment.
A pair of eyes that Loila dared not look into, eyes that made her feel afraid just by being stared at.
Loila waved her hand instinctively, but there was no wand in her hand. She was just waving her arm in vain. As her slender fingers touched the nearest bubble, she could still hear those familiar voices speaking.
"Loy—maybe I shouldn't have met you. Letting you rot in Durmstrang's Astronomy Tower would have been the best choice, wouldn't it?"
That was Muller's voice, a cold voice that sent shivers down Loila's spine.
"No—I—I didn't—"
She took a few steps back, as if that would distance her from Muller, but it only caused her to touch the bubbles behind her again.
"Miss Hamilton, you have disappointed me—was it really the best choice for you to join the Bastard Party?"
Grindelwald—Grindelwald, please don't say that—please don't—
Loila panicked and hurriedly dodged the bubbles, but all she did was bump into more bubbles.
"Miss Hamilton, half-breed Veelas are even more freakish than werewolves—"
"You don't actually think taking care of you is fun, do you, Loila?"
"Miss Parasite, get out of the Bastard Party right now! I've had enough of guys like you!"
No—no—I—I'm so sorry—for everything—for my—my very existence—I'm really—so sorry—
She covered her head and crouched down, as if hoping that this would stop the sounds from getting into her ears, but it was clearly in vain.
These voices never came from the outside; they were the voices in her mind—the things she worried about and feared all the time.
"Loira, I shouldn't have given birth to you. If it weren't for you—none of this would have happened."
"Mom—Mom?" Upon hearing this voice, Loila trembled as she looked up. What came into view was a girl with silver hair, just like her. She looked incredibly young, almost like Loila's sister.
She had equally beautiful blue eyes and pointed ears, but her face was contorted with disgust, nausea—
"Let's go, Philip." She turned her head slightly to the man standing beside her and said, "Let her fend for herself."
"After all, this kind of freak isn't my daughter—"
"Don't do this—don't go—"
Loila spoke in a trembling voice, but the weak sound was only audible to herself. She knelt on the ground, reaching out in vain to grab the figure, but in the end, she could only watch—watch them walk further and further away.
In the end, all the bubbles disappeared, leaving only a small, silvery-golden bubble gently clinging to Loila's side.
"Clatter".
The foam hit Loila's hand with a crisp sound.
"——.."
Loila subconsciously looked up and saw a girl with a playful smile standing there quietly with her hands behind her back.
"Luna—" Loila murmured her name, her voice trembling. She was terrified—terrified that Luna would say something that would frighten her as well.
Seeing her speak, Luna gently curled the corners of her lips, then walked over.
"No—no—" Seeing her approach, Loila instinctively tried to run away. She scrambled to her feet, but fell to the ground again after only two steps.
"Don't come any closer—Luna—please don't—"
"Clatter".
Luna walked up to Loira and slowly squatted down. She reached out and gently took Loira's hand.
"Hmm?"
The cool, refreshing sensation made Loila shudder: "Please don't—don't say—say those things—"
Please—
Loila was being pulled by the hand, and she almost pleaded as she said these words. She had seen too many people leave her, for all sorts of reasons.
Whether it was illness or war—her life was only a little over twenty years, but ten of those years were spent in loss.
"Anyway, everything I gain will eventually be lost—it will all disappear."
"So please—please don't be so—so good to me—" Loila said with all her might as Luna held her hand.
"Is that so?" Luna's voice came through, without any disgust or nausea, just her usual lively, chiming voice.
"Do you know Loila?"
"What we lose actually stays with us in another way," Luna said softly, then pulled Loila's hand tighter, pressing her face against her shoulder.
Luna's words made Loira purse her lips, and she whispered, "Really—really?"
"Of course—" Luna gently whispered in Loira's ear, "Do you remember when we looked at the stars together in the book?"
"Um--
"Those stars are what we once lost," Luna's voice was ethereal. "Dad once said that Mom is like a star in the sky, and she will always be watching over me—protecting us."
"That's what happened to Loila," she said with a smile. "Stars can sometimes be obscured by clouds."
"But they never disappeared, did they?" Luna said, trying to slowly get up, but Loila suddenly pulled her back forcefully, hugging her tightly and whispering, "Don't leave me—don't—"
"Why should I leave?" Luna let Loila hug her, and whispered in Loila's ear, "I'm just a student—"
"But I will stay by Loila's side for a very, very long time."
"A long time—how long is a long time?"
"Probably longer than the stars have existed, right?" Luna smiled slightly. "So please don't worry—"
"I'm waiting outside for you to wake up," Luna said, blinking. "And Mr. Lupin—"
"He's still waiting for your help." Luna said, patting Loila's head, then slowly stood up and smiled gently at Loila.
She skipped and hopped away, humming a song as she walked into the distance.
That song was Loila's favorite, a tune her mother used to play on her harmonica.