The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist in a Crossover Anime - Author: tide Who's Almost Broken

Before meeting Louise, Simon Finnigan's school life was unhappy.

In the corridor, with a wave of his wand, an explosion occurred, damaging several public properties. Filch: "You little brat, the chains and handcuffs are polished!"

During Charms class, he waved his wand, and an explosion occurred, sending Harry Potter flying. Flitwick said, "Mr. Seamus, come to my office after class."

In Transfiguration class, he waved his wand, causing an explosion that destroyed several students' robes. Vice-Headmist McGonagall announced, "Mr. Seamus, go to the warden's office after class for a week of punishment." (Hermione and Parvati strongly supported this decision.)

In Potions class, Seamus waved his wand, causing an even bigger explosion. Seamus explained that he was just stirring soup. Professor Snape ordered, "Clean the prize room for a month! No magic allowed! Wipe it with your hands!"

Simo: "Waaah, I hate explosions the most!"

Upon meeting Louise Zero, Simon Finnigan exclaimed, "Art is an explosion!"

1. Hogwarts terrorists

Seamus Finnigan, a third-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, also experienced a lively and bustling day. Although, in his own words, "It was a little too lively."

Nothing much to say in the morning; Professor Sprout's Herbology class doesn't require a wand.

However, the earth-shattering explosion caused by Seamus during the afternoon Potions class unfortunately interrupted the professor's "parent-child communication" game with the savior.

Unable to complete his daily task of "creating mental stress for Harry," Professor Snape, a devoted player of "Teacher's Feeling," punished Seamus by making him skin a bunch of toads for vandalism.

Why a toad? Because Neville Longbottom was also being punished.

During the Defense Against the Dark Arts class two days ago, Neville transformed a Boggart into Professor Snape and forced him to wear Neville's grandmother's clothes.

Honestly, Neville did a really good job with Professor Snape's cross-dressing that day. Seamus believes that not only Gryffindor, but also Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff people must think so, except for Slytherin and Snape.

So, the unfortunate Neville was punished along with Seamus on some pretext by the vengeful old Viper, and because of what happened a couple of days ago, Neville became the main MT drawing Snape's fire tonight.

While enduring the disgust of skinning a toad, Neville and Seamus shared an unforgettable experience, while simultaneously enjoying the splattering pain of Snape's saliva.

Perhaps years later, when they reunite, they will reminisce about their school days, and the unchanging opening line might be: "Ah! It was a wonderful evening, in the basement after school, Professor Snape's tongue soothed our bodies and souls..."

In fact, no one finds listening to Professor Snape's sharp tongue pleasant, much less enjoyable. The thing that popped into Seamus's head just now was just playful sarcasm, a self-comforting joke.

After all, if one cannot learn to regulate their emotions and release stress after experiencing such immense mental pressure, they will have no choice but to seek psychological counseling from Mrs. Pomfrey, just like Neville did.

“Poor Longbottom, I hope he can sleep tonight,” Seamus muttered to himself.

Tonight was exceptionally painful for Neville, as every toad looked remarkably like his pet Lucky; at least with Seamus's eyesight, he couldn't tell the difference between the toads.

After taking Neville to the school nurse, Seamus was walking alone in Hogwarts Castle. The temperature was a bit low tonight—no, not just a little.

Although England is a country with a sea breeze climate, influenced by prevailing westerly winds, its climate is mild and humid year-round with little variation in temperature throughout the seasons. However, by the faint moonlight, Simon could clearly see that frost flowers were gradually forming on the windows of the castle.

This is not a normal scene, not even in a magical school where anything can happen.

“Damn it, tax thieves from the Ministry of Magic!” Seamus muttered.

As a third-grader, Simo certainly knew who was responsible for all of this.

Seamus once overheard several upperclassmen (whose last names were Weasley, Weasley, and Weasley) saying at dinner, "Ever since Seamus enrolled, the once peaceful and tranquil Hogwarts has become less and less peaceful."

However, Simo firmly disagreed: "How can it all be my fault that the school is so lively!"

Although his classmates all called themselves "Explosion Maniac" (this was an ordinary classmate), "Crazy Ivan" (this was a classmate who played Muggle games), or "Hogwarts' Ben? ****" (this was a classmate who cared about Muggle politics), Seamus had to clarify one point: the school's lively and noisy atmosphere wasn't entirely his fault.

He only found out about the Philosopher's Stone incident in the first year later (through the big-mouthed Mr. Ron, everyone would be curious about what had happened when the headmaster suddenly gave Gryffindor so many points).

The Slytherin Heir's little dark room in his second year was clearly not a place that a half-blood could casually open, enter, or keep a pet in.

So the answer is quite obvious: the "boy who survived," the "savior," and "the Flash" Harry Potter are the main causes of all the anomalies.

Fourteen-year-old Seymour, just the right age to be a second-year student in a Muggle high school, strongly agreed with the view of the great German sage Georg Wilhelm Friedrich: "What always determines the development of things is the principal contradiction."

So, seeing the dark shadow drifting past the window, Seamus cursed, "You Dementor, why aren't you going to the headmaster, Sirius Black, or the Savior? What are you doing targeting me?"

With a mix of nervousness, fear, and helplessness, Seamus drew his wand from his robes.

The surrounding light began to dim, darkness gradually descended, and the temperature dropped even lower.

Simo pressed himself against the inner wall, nervously watching the outside of the castle.

wow~

A piece of glass shattered under the sudden temperature drop. Overwhelmed with fear, Simo cursed under his breath and ran away.

Thanks to Professor Lupin, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, the third-year students have gained some understanding of Dementors. If they completely lose courage and hope in the face of these pleasure-devouring monsters, and their hearts are gradually consumed by nothingness, they can only await death.

Furthermore, Seamus has not yet learned effective magic to fight Dementors, so he decided to make a strategic shift. Otherwise, he couldn't just say "funny funny" to Dementors like Harry did, could he?

Wake up! This is a real Dementor, not a Boggart!

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"The guys at the Ministry of Magic are unreliable. They can't catch the Death Eaters! They can't keep an eye on Sirius! They can't protect the Saviors! How could you possibly control the Dementors?"

"Besides collecting taxes under various pretexts, collecting political donations, and engaging in all sorts of dirty deals, what else can you do? What else can you do?"

As he ran, Simo's angry shouts rang out intermittently, and this was truly his goal.

The strenuous exercise restored the body heat he had lost, making him no longer feel cold, while his contempt and anger towards the authority of the Ministry of Magic gave him courage once again.

Of course, he had other purposes. If someone, such as Headmaster Dumbledore, Dean McGonagall, Professor Lupin, or Professor Flitwick, or even Snape, would be fine, as long as they heard his call, they would definitely come to his rescue.

As for the incompetent officials in the Ministry of Magic, Seamus, who is very familiar with Muggle movies, knows that the police always appear only after the fact.

However, that night, Simo was destined to be disappointed. For various reasons, he had been running for so long without being discovered. With the end of the corridor just ahead, Simo steeled his heart and suddenly turned around!

A cloaked monster, its hands scabbed over as if it had been soaked in water, and its entire body looking rotten, lunged at Seamus!

Simo could even see that on that faceless face, where there should have been a mouth, a terrifying black hole suddenly opened!

"explosion!"

2. Mr. Simo Finigan has few friends.

A dark red ray burst forth from Seamus's wand!

boom!

Alright, the Dementor problem is solved, yes, it's that simple! ("There's no problem that explosion magic can't solve!" -- by Megumin, the foremost genius mage of the Crimson Demon Clan)

But looking at the shards of glass scattered everywhere, the broken castle floor tiles, the knight's armor blown to pieces, and the Dementors lying dead, Mr. Seamus Finigan, his face contorted with pain, was only agonizing over one question: "How many months will this labor reform take?"

A moment later, a mournful song began.

"hogwarts, hogwarts, ywartyhogwarts,

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts

teach us something please

Please teach us the knowledge.

whether webeoldandbald,

Whether we are balding old people,

oryoungwithscabbyknees,

The child who fell and injured his knee

Our heads could do with filling.

Our minds can accept

with some interesting stuff,

Some interesting things.

fornowtheyarebareandfullofair,

Because right now our minds are empty, filled only with air.

deadfliesandbitsoffluff

Dead flies and trivial matters,

soteachusthingsworthknowing,

It taught us some valuable knowledge.

ingback what we have forgotten

Give us back what we have forgotten.

justdoyourbest,we'lldotherest,

You just need to do your best, and we'll take care of the rest.

We will study hard, until we turn to dust.

Bored, Seamus sang the school song. Three minutes had passed, and still not a single professor had come over. When did Hogwarts become as inefficient as the Muggle Reconciliation Committee of the Ministry of Magic?

Why didn't Seamus run away? You're kidding. With such a huge impact and such an obvious crime scene, anyone would know it was Seamus who did it.

In a sense, Seamus's reputation at Hogwarts is no less than Harry Potter's, though Seamus isn't particularly happy about it.

So instead of waiting for the professors to arrive and use various magic spells or truth serums to lock you in, it's better to just wait for them to come and handle it. There's a Chinese proverb that goes, "Confess and you'll be treated leniently, go home for the holidays?" (We should forgive this foreigner's misunderstanding of Chinese culture.)

Of course, Simo wasn't actually expecting the professors to arrive quickly, because...

"Ten window panes, worth 20 silver scissors; about 20 floor tiles, high-grade material; wow, 20 gold galleons? Two sets of ancient knight armor, how should this price be calculated?"

Seamus knew that he had incurred another debt. Fortunately, in order not to add to his family's burden, Seamus had reached an agreement with Headmaster Dumbledore in his first year to repay all the losses he had caused at Hogwarts by doing community service.

Just before encountering the Dementors tonight, Simo had only managed to reduce his debt to 12 Galleons, but in less than two hours, that debt had grown exponentially, faster than the rise of American internet stocks (in the 90s, the Chinese stock market didn't even have the chance to show off its growth).

So, feeling depressed, Simo sang the school song again, this time to the tune of "The International Workingmen's Union".

In fact, at this moment, Simo really wanted to sing Eugène Pottier's original lyrics, "Arise, you starving and freezing slaves!" It perfectly captured Simo's current state of mind, even though he wasn't cold at all. On the contrary, he was so hot from running that he had taken off his outer robe.

Of course, the main problem that triggered the debt crisis actually stemmed from Simo himself.

"This damn constitution!" Simon cursed.

For some reason, ever since childhood, Seamus has had an inextricable connection with explosions. Any magic, any spell, any tool—in Seamus's hands, can only turn into a loud "boom!"