Digging for More (2) open

No. 432WC
Date. 3^rd of September, 2026
———Hogwarts' Great Lake

-the previous (solo) entry can be found here-

———Once her last class had finished for today, Millie went out from the castle. She slung her satchel and put the notebook (her great-granpa's diary she brought from home) inside. Mr. Hobkin, for the n^th time, sneaked into her satchel like he refuse to be left alone on his owner's bed while Millie have her own adventure waiting for her. Rolling her eyes, Millie knew she have no choice but to take him with her. Like it or not.

———Millie can't forget the revelation she just found out about her great-granpa. Her only wizard relative in her family, though too bad he has been passed away for a long time. Her Pa promise he will take her to his grave, but again unfortunately, the momentum just won't be on her side. Later, she reassure herself. It can be wait. Now, she will see what she can do with the brief, unexplained detail that her great-granpa mentioned in this place. The lake.

———Looking at the cloudy sky above, Millie sighed, realized that she have no much time inspecting things she didn't even know about since in the weather like this, the rain can suddenly just fell out of nowhere without any prior notice. She fasten up her step to the shore, sat on the grass as she open her satchel to took out her great-granpa's diary. Mr. Hobkin had already climbed to the nearest tree while Millie reread the first page of the notebook once again. The cursive written on it is hasn't changed however: not far from home: III, lake: VII.

———"What kind of creatures he found here that he also found near his home ..." she asked no one but her own self as she deepened her frown looking at the rough sketch included above the scribble. Still, she can't tell what he was drawing here no matter how long she squinted her eyes and viewed it from different angles. "He just really a bad artist."

———In the other side, Mr. Hobkin now cozily curled up on atop of the bolder, just a few steps away from Millie. Sleeping is one of his hobbies, yes, but he can't help but occasionally looking back to check on his owner who was now scratching her head like crazy. When he just thought that was her usual madness, he jolted when he heard a noise not far from behind. The not that much crunchy sound of dry leaves being crushed on. Noticing the sudden jolted from Mr. Hobkin, Millie quickly closed the book on her lap and pretends like she just reading some ordinary book.