20demayo Chapter 221 Auction
Chapter 221 Auction
Chapter 221 The Auction (Part 1)
Only Pinecone Party members can participate?
Why?
Wait a minute—Luo Yili immediately sensed something was wrong. Could what they were doing have anything to do with her?
Please don't do this.
"What's wrong, Mycroft?" Just as Loila was looking down, unsure how to respond, a somewhat familiar voice came.
Loila looked up and saw the man's face.
It's—it's Miss Izaria from Hufflepuff Academy!
Loila certainly knew her; she wasn't just the founder of this Pinecone Party, but also an unexpectedly active participant in her class.
"There's a student who's not one of our Pinecone Party who wants to attend the auction." The student known as Mycroft shrugged. "I'm asking her about it."
"Ah—I see—" Ezreal looked at Loira and said, "Young lady, we've already spoken to Headmaster Dumbledore about this—and he agreed—"
"How come this has to do with you again, Dumbledore! You bastard—" Royla gritted her teeth and looked up, wanting to say something, but then she saw Ezreal's somewhat surprised expression.
"Wait a minute—" She frowned slightly as if realizing something. "You're Miss Lola, right?"
"Ugh—" Loila bit her lip and quickly lowered her head. She actually remembered herself—
"Mycroft, you've misunderstood." Izaria smiled gently at Mycroft, then reached out and tugged at Loila's sleeve. "She's one of the founding members of our Pinecone Party!"
"On the day it was founded, they even made a special trip from Ravenclaw to our lounge."
"Oh, I see—I'm so sorry, Miss Lora." Mycroft scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
What are you apologizing for?! Loila had countless things she wanted to say, but Ezreal's kind smile silenced her.
"You're here for the auction too, right?" Ezreal said with a gentle smile, "Then come with me—"
"There are going to be a lot of good things up for auction today."
Really—really?
Loila pursed her lips, her ominous premonition growing stronger—she felt she shouldn't have come here—at least not now—
"But I'm still very happy to see you. It feels like it's been a long time since we last met."
really?
I just can't feel happy at all —
Loila was pulled by the sleeve and weaved through the students until she was finally led to the very front, the first row.
"Luckily, the auction has only just begun—you can look forward to what we're going to auction." Ezreal said, winking, and then quickly walked away to another location, clearly having other things to attend to.
As she left, Loila, sitting in her chair with a slightly uneasy expression, cautiously looked around.
Ah—it seems like they're all people I know well—
Of course I'm familiar with them. There are quite a few people here who are students of Loila's magic array studies—they don't practice magic arrays but instead come here to participate in some kind of auction—they're all useless!
"You're a fan of Professor Hamilton too, right?"
"Hmm?" Loila turned her head slightly and saw a student sitting there excitedly. She was wearing a dark green scarf, and it was obvious that she was from Slytherin.
"Ah—yes—yes." Loila nodded hesitantly and said, "I like—I like Professor Hamilton—" Her voice grew softer and softer until it was completely inaudible.
"That's wonderful!" But the student who heard her reply didn't react the same way. She opened her arms and hugged Loila tightly, saying, "I'm a huge fan of Professor Hamilton!"
"You only like Professor Hamilton, right?"
"Ah—um—"
"That's fantastic!"
"Hmm!"
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"Don't hug me so tightly!" Roy awkwardly broke free from the enthusiastic fan's embrace.
"If only I could get a hug from Professor Hamilton!" the excited student exclaimed. "I'd die happy for it!"
"Don't do this—don't do this—" Roy wanted to persuade her, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. She could only sit in the chair with her lips pursed, listening to her one-sided talk about "Professor Hamilton."
"Professor Hamilton is charming and powerful. She is so great that she not only created the science of magic arrays, but also devoted herself to researching it for fifty years in order to save werewolves —"
For a moment, Loila didn't know where to begin correcting the statement—not a single sentence in this passage was correct in Loila's opinion—
And—and it's so embarrassing! Hearing others praise me in front of me—it's just so embarrassing!
Loila lowered her head, wishing she could disappear under the stool. She shouldn't have come in! Miss Nagini, why did you lie to me?!
Did you conspire with Dumbledore?
"Please be quiet, everyone!" Fortunately, the little wizard standing on the platform coughed, which quieted down the somewhat noisy atmosphere.
"Our Pinecone Party auction is about to welcome its next item." The host, Loira, seemed quite familiar with this one.
He seems to be the student who hosts the Quidditch match—
His presence seemed to formalize the auction—a reminder to Loila.
What exactly is the purpose of this auction?
What are they trying to auction off? — Roy frowned slightly and thought for a few seconds, a dangerous idea flashing through his mind.
Could it be that the item being auctioned is related to me?
Ah—it can't be, it can't be—don't be so narcissistic, Roy. You're just an ordinary professor, how could such a strange thing happen to you?
It might be some kind of magic array material? Or maybe a magic potion or something —
"Then let's move on to our next item."
"This item has only one provenance and possesses a mysterious magic. It is said that simply drinking it can prolong life and even tastes far better than the Butterbeer from Three Brooms."
"At the same time, it is also an expensive material for magic arrays, which is difficult to buy even in Hogsmeade."
What is this thing?! It's so powerful!
Upon hearing this, Loila looked excitedly at the item covered with a red cloth that had been brought out. If it was really rare, then she would buy it.
However, Loila wondered what kind of magic array material could be so powerful.
But it seemed that the other students realized what it was, and they clapped excitedly, looking very much in anticipation.
"That's right—this item came from Professor Hamilton himself in the Magic Array class!"
"Half a bottle of Veela blood!"
Amid cheers from the students, the red cloth was pulled back, revealing a small glass bottle inside, containing only a tiny amount of Veela blood.
Loila saw the thing and her lips twitched. No—no—no—
These are the materials I brought for you to make magic arrays! Why are you auctioning them off?!
And—and this won't prolong your life or anything like that! Stop bleeding me! This is just simple magic array material, you know!
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