r18novel Chapter 163 Drinking Tea
Chapter 163 Drinking Tea
Chapter 163 Drinking Tea
Will Mr. Lockhart invite me in?
Someone like herself—an uninvited guest—must be very annoying, right? —If that's the case, —Loila felt regretful as soon as she knocked on the door.
I should prepare some gifts for myself — ah — no, no!
Royla suddenly remembered something and gripped her wand tightly. She wasn't there to visit Mr. Lockhart; she was there to take the diary!
This is a very dangerous thing—but does Mr. Lockhart know that?
If he doesn't know, should I explain—but isn't Mr. Lockhart a thief?
Loira felt her mind was a bit confused; she didn't know whether she should use a spell to subdue Mr. Lockhart first or have a proper talk with him.
I should have thought it through before knocking!
"Clatter".
The door opened, and Mr. Lockhart came into view.
He forced a somewhat strained smile and said, "Is there something you need, Miss Hamilton?"
"Ah—" Loila bit her lip, her face behind the mask filled with panic—
"I—I want to—talk—to you." Roy pursed her lips and managed to utter these words.
"..——"
Lockhart was silent for a few seconds, pondering for a long time, before finally nodding slightly: "Then—please come in, Miss Hamilton—"
"Ah—" Loila had just stepped out of her boots when she saw Mr. Lockhart suddenly grab the door frame as if he had remembered something.
"Wait a minute!" His voice became much louder, and he sounded a little timid.
"Has Dumbledore arrived yet?"
As expected, even Mr. Lockhart is afraid of Dumbledore — Roy's tension unexpectedly eased a bit — Mr. Lockhart is quite similar to himself in this respect.
"No—he—he didn't come."
Loyla's words seemed to relieve Lockhart; he nodded slightly and then released his arm.
Loila was able to step into Mr. Lockhart's house—which, it must be said, looked very much like his own style.
The living room was covered with gorgeous gold-leaf wallpaper, and a gold-trimmed sofa was placed under an exquisite crystal chandelier. Portraits of Mr. Lockhart with a smile were hung on the walls.
They were smiling at Loila from different angles —
Ah—it's a bit—a bit strange—Loila lowered her head and carefully walked into the living room, then pursed her lips and sat on the corner of the sofa.
"Would you like something to drink?" Lockhart asked, rubbing his hands together reluctantly.
"Ah—no need—I came here—"
"Let's have something to drink!" Mr. Lockhart interrupted Loila's stammering words, took a deep breath, and walked out of the living room.
Watching his retreating figure, Loila awkwardly clutched the hem of her dress—she clearly hadn't come for tea—nor was she there to pay a visit—
Why do I feel like I'm... Mr. Lockhart's friend right now?
Sitting upright in my friend's living room, waiting for my tea with an awkward expression, not knowing where to look—it was exactly the same as at Luna's house.
In fact, Mr. Lockhart and I had already become—
Wait—wait! That's not the point; I have important things to do right now! Loila patted her cheeks to calm herself down.
She had taken off her mask and placed it on the table.
"Have some of this." Lockhart brought out a cup of black tea, gently placed it on the table in front of Loila, and looked at her with a slightly expectant gaze.
"Hmm—" Should I try it myself?
But it looks so hot—so Roy thought for a moment and gently raised his wand.
"Huh?!" Her movement seemed to startle Mr. Lockhart, who took a few steps back and let out a cry.
"I—I know absolutely nothing!"
"Huh?" Loila awkwardly withdrew her wand, a slight blush creeping onto her pale face.
Am I really that scary?
"I—I didn't—I didn't mean that," Loila explained softly. "I just—"
"I just wanted to ask—did you receive a diary?"
,
Lockhart's face was deathly pale. He looked at Loila with twitching lips, and then fell silent again, so silent that Loila began to doubt whether she had guessed wrong.
He finally let out a breath and sat down.
"I'm not quite sure." Lockhart looked intently at Loila, as if it were an undeniable fact.
But Loila could clearly feel that Mr. Lockhart's body was trembling slightly.
He—he's lying to me, isn't he?
Loila pursed her lips and took a deep breath as well: "Mr. Lockhart—this is extremely dangerous—"
A dangerous diary.
"Your previous ————"
"I knew nothing about this before!" Lockhart slammed his hand on the table, seemingly having heard a key phrase. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Diaries, memories and all that—" He shook his head and said, "I don't know anything about them!"
What memories?
Loila paused for a moment, then gently tightened her grip on her wand as she watched Mr. Lockhart's somewhat agitated expression.
"Miss Hamilton—Loyla—" Seeing Loyla remain unmoved, Lockhart immediately lowered his voice and said, "I really don't know what you're talking about."
"You're just here as a guest, right?"
"No—no." Loila bit her lip and took a deep breath. She couldn't let Mr. Lockhart leave with the diary—she was now certain that Mr. Lockhart knew about the diary.
So—so for Mr. Lockhart's safety—I must, if I have no other choice—
Loila gripped her wand tightly, pondering what spell she could use to retrieve the diary.
Perhaps the Cruciatus Curse would be more suitable? But isn't that a bit too painful? — Or maybe the Imperius Curse — but that's not quite right either —
Or should we use the Confusion Spell?
Loira nodded slightly, having made up her mind. Although she didn't really want to harm Mr. Lockhart, she had to save him—she had to.
"Wait a minute, Loila." Lockhart suddenly interrupted Loila's actions, giving her a pale smile. "How about—how about having a sip of tea first?"
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Loila looked at the cup of tea in front of her, pursed her lips, and felt a little doubtful—why did she suddenly want to drink tea?
"We're friends, aren't we?" Lockhart coughed and said, "Friends—there's nothing wrong with friends having tea, right?"
"Friend—friend?" Loila exclaimed instinctively, covering her mouth as she looked at Mr. Lockhart in surprise.
So, I was friends with Mr. Lockhart?
"We've always been friends," Lockhart said, as if he understood something. "Isn't that right?"
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"Ah—yes—yes!" Although it was a little inappropriate to be happy at this time, Loila was still happy to have gained a friend.
Now that I think about it, I actually have five friends: Mr. Lupin, Luna, Hagrid, Mr. Riddle, and Mr. Lockhart!
This is simply unbelievable—can I even have a dream like this?
Looking at Mr. Lockhart's smile, Royla didn't feel scared or hypocritical at all!
But—Roy gently lowered his head to look at the table in front of him.
The seemingly ordinary cup of black tea on the table suddenly gave Loira a sense of danger—an intuition, a sense of crisis cultivated over the years at Durmstrang Academy.
I don't think I should drink this cup of tea.
"Clatter".
At that moment, Loila's sleeve twitched slightly.
A dark shadow suddenly darted out and knocked over the teacups before Loila and Lockhart could react.
"Hiss hiss hiss!"
Miss Nagini lay on the table, her body hunched over, her sharp fangs pointed at Mr. Lockhart, who was so frightened that he turned pale and took a few steps back.
In contrast to his fear was disbelief in Roy's eyes—she understood what Miss Nagini had just said.
"He poisoned the cup!"
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