The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

Osman was clearly delighted; if he could achieve any results in deciphering the ancient documents, he could once again legitimately apply for a budget from the royal family. The newly appointed Grand Councilor Mazzalini, who had taken office a few years earlier, was not as easily fooled as his predecessors.

However, Verne, the other party to the transaction, with an icy expression, didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"No need... Just bring lunch to my bedroom. Since I've already paid for the accommodation, there's no reason why I shouldn't even have a room and food." Verne initially refused, but then thought that it wouldn't make sense to go against his stomach.

"No, no, don't worry, I'll inform Miss Langebel to make arrangements for you right away." With that, Osman raised his staff.

"and many more!"

Verne suddenly interrupted Osman's staff. He glanced at the crystal ball and said with a smile, "Osman, you know that decoding work requires a quiet environment. If too many people stay in an inn, it will become noisy. Do you understand what I mean?"

As he spoke, Verne pointed: "For example, it's fine like this now. I don't believe there's anyone next door when I'm working."

Groberu, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed. In all the years he had known him, he had never known that Verne was so petty, actually making things difficult for his own student.

In a school, how could so many young children possibly be quiet? Verne's intention was clearly to make that boy... ...and so on...

Having figured things out, Gruber looked at Verne, offering a wry smile without saying a word. Should I praise you for protecting your own? Or should I praise you for your enthusiasm?

Osman, on the other hand, also looked as if he had just realized something, although Gruberu knew that the headmaster might not actually understand.

"Rest assured, Verne, this inn only accepts one guest," Osman said enthusiastically, as if he had already changed his profession to innkeeper, and then waved his staff.

Half a minute later, there was a soft knock on the door, and then a young woman walked in.

"Headmaster." Langebel greeted the headmaster first. Although he had been annoyed with this old lecher for a long time, he could not be impolite in front of outsiders. Then he said to Verne, "Distinguished guest, your room and lunch are ready. Please follow me."

"Thank you for your trouble, miss." Verne smiled.

Langebert swayed almost imperceptibly, then led the way for Verne with a serious expression.

"Ah, Gruberu, come to my room sometime and have a cup of tea." Before leaving the room, Verne turned back one last time to look at his old friend.

“Of course, I really miss the tea you brewed,” Gruberu replied cheerfully.

With a click, the door closed.

Only Osman and Gruberu remained in the room. They were silent for a while. Osman slowly smoked his cigarette, while Gruberu watched him quietly, waiting for the principal's instructions.

"Gruberu"

"I am here"

"Help him get access to the restricted book section. Without some references, the decryption work won't be easy."

"You don't mind?"

"Knowledge is equal for everyone, as long as one sincerely seeks it. And there are no real secrets in this world before you."

. . . . . .

“Yes, Headmaster.” Gruberu bowed his head humbly, appreciating the old man’s wisdom. He listened quietly to the old man’s story.

"At my level, I can always discover some of the essence of the world, but even I cannot stop it."

“Gruberu, although you and he come from the same place, I hope you can treat this place, this school, as your second home.”

“A home worth protecting.” With that, Osman handed over a book that was on the desk.

Gruberu took it, then raised his head, met the old man's expectant gaze, and said firmly, "This is my honor, sir. My first twenty years are there, and my next twenty years are here. In my heart, they are both my home."

"That's good, that's good." After saying that, the old man handed it to Gruberu and closed his eyes quietly, and soon let out a long, drawn-out breath, an indescribable weariness emanating from his soul.

Gruberu bowed deeply, then quietly opened the door and left.

With heavy steps, Gruber walked toward the library, the students along the way giving way in fear. He held a staff in his right hand and clutched the book tightly in his left, on the exposed cover of which was written: romulus.

Meanwhile, in the other accommodation area, Langebel had already led Verne to his room.

“Sir, if there are no other requests, please excuse me. The principal is waiting for me to return to handle official business. Lunch will be brought to you by a maid shortly,” Granbell said curtly.

"Oh, thank you so much, miss," Verne said politely, then smiled and walked to his lunch, where he sat down.

"Well then, farewell."

"Goodbye."

After ending the conversation, Granbert left the room with a serious expression. However, he hadn't gone far when he leaned against the wall for support.

What kind of look was that?!

In that brief eye contact, Langebel felt as if he had been completely seen through, as if all his thoughts and schemes could not escape the insight of those eyes. However, Langebel could not back down.

That time is almost here! As long as we can get that thing, we can exchange it for enough money! For our country!

16. Seamus: I Have a Special Way of Getting Revenge (Part 1)

As a half-blood, Seamus wasn't interested in the aristocratic families in the wizarding world. However, the entire British wizarding community was only so big, with so few people, and all the younger generation of wizards were concentrated at Hogwarts.

If Seamus wanted to know what nobles were like, he only needed to go down a flight of stairs and knock on the basement door, where a bunch of Slytherin snakes were lurking.

Although, in fact, Slytherins never welcome students from other houses into their common rooms, and the other houses do the same, the antagonism between the houses has a long history.

However, since they had to attend classes together every few days, if they didn't see each other today, they would see each other tomorrow; if they didn't see each other tomorrow, they would see each other the day after. In addition, three years ago, a "kind-hearted" professor joined them, and the after-school "exchanges" between Gryffindor and Slytherin became increasingly frequent.

The students naively believed that even if they attended classes together, the professor couldn't dictate where everyone could sit. Aside from the "awful" spellcasting class, for other classes, they could simply split the classroom in half, with each house sitting on one side, and the aisle in the middle serving as the English Channel.

As for who the evil and annoying Frenchman is, it's definitely the viper/stupid lion/dumb badger/four-eyed eagle on the other side!

However, ever since a certain well-meaning spellcasting professor took the lead, and with the high praise of Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school, starting in the second year, most professors gradually began to establish inter-house study groups in their classes.

So the little lions were dismayed to find that a snake sat next to them in Transfiguration class, a snake sat next to them in Divination class, and a snake sat next to them in Spells class.

It's you, it's you, it's always you.

Finally, it was time for flight lesson! This one was outdoors, with plenty of space, so I didn't have to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with the little snake anymore. Hahaha!

However, there were no more flight lessons starting in the third year, which was truly the saddest news.

So since last year, Simo has often been frustrated by the venom from "Medusa," and wow, her cursing skills are so elegant, not only without a single swear word.

Miss Pansy Parkinson would always use lines from Shakespeare's plays to satirize Seamus. This frustrated Seamus greatly; sometimes he didn't understand, and sometimes he understood but couldn't refute her.

As for poetry, Mr. Seamus admitted he really wasn't familiar with it. In desperation, he used the excuse that poetry is a shared treasure of humanity to ask Hermione to help him cram on ancient literature.

Miss Know-It-All truly lived up to her name; her three-inch-thick notebook of notes made Seamus want to see Merlin the moment he saw it. However, the tutoring was indeed remarkably effective; soon after, Miss Pansy discovered that the guy opposite her had actually learned to argue!

How could this be? A mere brainless, stupid lion dares to show off his literary skills in front of Slytherins? The refinement of nobility cannot be made up for by reading a few books!

So, the angry Miss Medusa used even more obscure and difficult words, leaving Simon completely bewildered.

The result of not being able to find one's way is to become distracted. And the result of being distracted is that when Professor McGonagall finished demonstrating how to turn a mouse into a teacup and let each group practice on their own, Simo, who was half-heartedly searching for words in his brain, unsurprisingly had a big explosion.

Then?

And that was it.

That night, Seamus returned from the administrator's office clutching Hermione's notes, studying them all night long. He vowed that next time he would make Pansy Medusa Gorgon speechless! He would make her avoid him at all costs! From then on, he never dared to discuss literature with Mr. Seamus again!

The next day, Pansy didn't give Simon any chance to speak and immediately used a spell on him.

So Simo, sneezing as he made his way to the medical wing, angrily accused Pansy of breaking the rules: "How could you not follow the script! A gentleman uses words, not fists!"

Pansy stated, "I'm a lady, not a gentleman! And there's no gentleman who would use 'clothes-ripping magic' on a girl!"

Seamus was speechless. He could only drink Madam Pomfrey's medicine and lie in bed, continuing to peruse Hermione's notebook, preparing to confront Pansy with a literary duel when she was ready again. After all, Pansy could resort to violence, but he couldn't.

However, Simo never expected that his week of meticulous preparation would result in his flowery language being used on a group of otherworldly noble students instead of Pansy. Simo's only consolation was that he had not only memorized Shakespeare's insults but also his verses praising friendship.

So, after a few lines were read, the students opposite immediately gave each other strange looks. There was no deep-seated hatred between the students to begin with, and Simon had used magic to repair the classroom. Those voices calling for Louise to drop out of school, apart from a few individuals, were mostly just jeering.

Then Seamus's words appeared: "When honor is wounded, friendship is the best medicine to heal it!" and "The friendship of wicked men quickly turns into fear, and fear breeds hatred. As a result of hatred, one or both parties always receive their deserved death or misfortune."

The boys, led by Kisch, instantly stopped caring whether Louise dropped out of school or not. They sincerely invited Simo to join their literary club and offered him a small suggestion: he could use fewer words about friendship and write more poems praising love.

Kishu also secretly told Simo that if they came up with any new good lines, they could share them within the club, exchange ideas, and internally process them. Simo inwardly scoffed at his blatant intentions.

Saimo could already guess what Kisher was thinking. No wonder Louise called him a playboy. Of course, if there was anyone who didn't want Louise to drop out of school, it would definitely be Kisher. Because if Louise dropped out, Saimo, as a familiar, would certainly have no reason to stay in school. So wouldn't all those sweet lines that could be used to woo girls be gone?

Meanwhile, the girls, represented by Zelopst, expressed their intention to form a literary club and requested Simo's guidance and to share his rich creative experience. Incidentally, Zelopst affectionately requested that Simo call him "Chuluk".

Simo quickly shook his head in refusal, stating that as a magician, he was more eager to learn about magic from other countries.

In reality, aside from rote memorization, he had no creative experience whatsoever, and he didn't genuinely like poetry; his mind was mostly filled with literary profanity. So what is there to boast about?

Of course, it's impossible for everyone to overlook Louise's responsibility for the explosion, but what's the point? The classroom has been repaired by Seamus, except for a crow that was slightly frightened after being swallowed by the snake (it has already been ordered to spit it out by the snake's owner).

Not a single person was injured; in other words, the physical evidence was destroyed. Even if people are still dissatisfied, most will let it go. If you're still pursuing accountability, others will look down on you.

For example, Mr. Maricrum, we are all nobles, please speak with more refinement.

In fact, Seamus hadn't been very confident about his plan before. Although he knew from Pansy that nobles had a particular fondness for culture and poetry, it was hard to say whether this was true in another world. In any case, nobles were all the same, no matter which world they were in. And Shakespeare truly lived up to his reputation as a cultural giant representing the Golden Age of England.

As for why we need to build classrooms before reciting poetry? Please, this world hasn't experienced the 50s and 60s on Earth. How could people from another world possibly accept styles like the Beatles and rock?

Have Seymour recite Shakespeare's poems amidst ruins? If it were "To be or not to be," the words and setting would fit well, but to celebrate friendship in ruins? Muggle writers have written stories like that, I think it was something from when they were just born, what was it called again? "Do You Remember Love?"

So Simon first fixed the venue, since the lecture hall's layout already resembled an auditorium, and then used Shakespeare's words to teach the students about friendship. Although the students' focus seemed to have shifted slightly—for example, to Gichche and Chuluk—at least no one was still agonizing over whether Louise should drop out. Was this a lucky accident?

As for why he chose people who might help Louise, it's because Simo wasn't really confident in his plan, so he needed shills. Could a performance succeed without shills? Sometimes, communication only requires eye contact. Although Simo wasn't actually very satisfied with the shills he chose.

[You playboy, you better not let me see you make a move on Louise again!]

Thus, the disturbance subsided, and classes resumed.

But the matter wasn't over yet. Simon remembered that some of the guys were the loudest earlier.

Now that he has begun to build up his reputation, and since no one is planning to expel Louise from school, Mr. Seamus, with his "petty" nature, decides to take revenge for Louise, for this girl who is just as "unfortunate" as himself.

Simo wouldn't do something like hitting a girl, but this grown man Simo really doesn't feel any guilt whatsoever. Moreover, helping the bullied girl Louise—even if the King returned from Avalon, he couldn't be said to have done anything wrong, right?

As for how to retaliate?

Didn't Seamus say he wanted to learn magic from a foreign land? What was the magic Louise learned just now called again? Alchemy? Yes, that's it.

"Please let me try too?" Seamus said excitedly to Ms. Seabrutz, holding up his wand.

Those who witnessed Louise's summoning ritual suddenly had a bad feeling.

Fifteen seconds later, when the explosion rang out, Principal Osman knew that the deal he had made with Verne was a huge loss.

P.S.: There's a lot to explain, including Seamus's thoughts, the purpose of his actions, etc. In short, Seamus's principle is to help Louise find true friends, so that even after he returns to Hogwarts, someone will take care of her and prevent her from being isolated and helpless. Of course, these friends can't be men; it's not a cuckold story. Therefore, Seamus doesn't want to offend everyone. As for the ending about taking revenge on certain people... well, based on my experience, some people are simply impossible to befriend. So Seamus's strategy is to first unite those he can, and then beat up those he absolutely cannot unite with. These chapters might be a bit tiring and difficult to understand. My writing style does have issues; for example, I can't write really impressive battle scenes (blushing), and sometimes I write a bit wordy because I want to explain the cause and effect clearly (blushing). Please forgive me.

17. The Mist