The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 676 Farewell

In the early morning, sunlight streamed onto the porch, and Hilo Rozier sat quietly in a chair, watching the young man standing in the courtyard.

"What's in here—"

"More magic is needed—then change the course—no, no—ah—here, that's it."

Looking at the young man talking to himself, Hilo felt a sense of familiarity, after all, Loila was like that when she was studying the magic circle.

Is this some kind of genetic inheritance in their family?

Hilo wasn't sure—but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed like he had been here for quite a while already.

More than a month in total —

Philip is indeed a master of magic arrays, as evidenced by his ability to develop magic arrays that allow him to travel through time.

Even such a master of magic arrays spent a very long time before he could completely modify the magic array in front of him.

According to him, returning to a predetermined point in time requires not only a large amount of magic, but also anchoring to a location—in short, something very complicated.

"It's done!"

Philip suddenly shouted at this moment, causing Shiloh to frown slightly.

This wasn't Loila's usual behavior—she would probably just give a silly smile and stare blankly at the magic circle.

..

Tsk—for some reason, Shiloh suddenly remembered her face.

I wonder how she is now—has the Hogwarts issue been resolved?

And about Voldemort—

Why----

And then there's the matter of the UMNO party—thinking about this gave Hilo a bit of a headache.

I've been gone for a whole month—I wonder how things are going now—Aunt Vida's health isn't very good, if something happens, can Loila withstand that kind of pressure?

I think I can do it—even though I might stammer and seem timid, I can still manage, right?

Hilo trusted Loira, even though she seemed unreliable, just like Philip in front of her, she was trustworthy.

"Miss Rozier, tomorrow—you can go home." Philip walked up to Shiloh and smiled.

"Should I thank you?" Shiloh pouted. She still didn't want to give Philip a good look; she could never forgive this awful guy.

Besides, it was this guy who brought me here—

"I'm so sorry about that—" Philip quickly apologized, "But—but don't worry, the magic circle will be ready tomorrow."

"Then you can go back to that time." Philip paused, then added, "However, I can't be sure about the timing."

"What does this mean?" Shiloh immediately frowned.

"Because compared to a span of hundreds of years, a few months is like a drop of water," Philip said slowly. "Even I can't guarantee you can go back to the exact time you left."

"How long will that be?"

"Maybe—maybe a month—maybe two or three months?" Philip, seeing Hilo's somewhat strange expression, immediately added, "Even at the biggest—the margin of error won't exceed a year."

"A year?" Shiloh sighed helplessly upon hearing this.

"Don't worry," Philip said, reassuring her. "It's even possible—it's possible that you'll leave before I do."

"Um?"

"It means there are two of you at this moment," Philip said, pausing for a moment. "So you need to be careful—don't meet yourself."

"This could lead to terrible things."

Is this what you call not having to worry?

"That's all there is to it," Philip said, nodding. "You'll understand when you get back."

Where is the understanding?

Having seemingly finished explaining the more crucial matters, Philip pursed his lips and slowly sat down opposite Shiloh.

He picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and then said, "By the way—Miss Rozier, I have a few more questions for you."

"What's wrong?"

"What exactly is your relationship with Loila?"

"Huh?" Shiloh paused for a moment.

"I know you're friends—but—" Philip paused, "I can't help but feel that your expression isn't as simple as it seems."

"Expressions?" Hilo subconsciously touched her face. She was supposed to be the kind of person who rarely showed any expressions.

"Miss Shiloh, your expression is indeed rather monotonous, but that's precisely what makes you stand out," Philip said, taking a sip of his coffee. "The smile and expression on your face when you talk about Loira."

"They don't really seem like friends."

Could they be enemies?

Hilo didn't quite understand what Philip meant. She did occasionally think that Loila would laugh—but that was just because she was amused by Loila's silly look, okay?

What did he mean by those words?

"Do you like Loila?"

"————?!————" Shiloh's pupils dilated suddenly. She stood up from her chair as if to say something, but then suddenly—she stopped.

"Do you really want to know about this?" She pursed her lips, wondering why she had said such a thing.

"I—" Philip said through gritted teeth, "I am her father—but—I don't want to disturb her current life."

"I just want to know—" he coughed, "I just want to know how she is."

"I—I don't know either." Shiloh's mind was a little confused for a moment. She should have denied it, but for some reason she couldn't say it.

She pursed her lips, stared at the coffee on the table, and couldn't say a word.

Seeing her silent demeanor, Philip seemed to understand something. He nodded slightly and said:

.

"It's alright, Miss Rozier."

"I think I understand what you're thinking," he said. "If you really—really have that kind of feeling in your paintings."

"I won't object to anything," he said with a wry smile. "In the end, I don't even have the chance to object, do I?"

"Besides—you're a very good person," Philip said softly. "I'm glad that such an excellent wizard like you would like Loila."

"I—I haven't—" Before Shiloh could finish speaking, Philip continued, "When I first saw her—I didn't understand it was love either."

"I can understand you, Miss Shiloh."

"What do you understand?!" Shiloh couldn't help but slam her hand on the table, then turned and left.

Philip chuckled softly as he watched her departing figure.

Youth is wonderful!

I'm not that old, am I?

At least he doesn't look old.

Philip thought to himself, then suddenly sighed.

"I hope everything goes well," he said.

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