The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

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Explosions rang out every few seconds at the Tristine Magic Academy. At first, the intervals between explosions were a bit long, but now the intervals are getting shorter and the frequency is getting higher.

Students from other grades craned their necks to peer out of the windows, while teachers, their faces grim, stared at a particular classroom within the castle. Everyone was thinking the same thing: [What are these second-year students planning? To blow the school up?]

In the principal's office, Miss Langebel leaned against the window, watching the source of the explosion in astonishment. But what surprised her even more was her principal's reaction. That old miser, he was actually sitting still?

Not only did she not look anxious and distressed about the school's losses, but she also did not take the opportunity to send her lewd familiar to peep under her skirt or to grope her buttocks when she was distracted.

Had he taken the wrong potion today? Langebel looked at Osman with a puzzled expression. Then she noticed the headmaster was rambling on and on, his eyes glazed over. However, due to the noise of the explosion, Langebel couldn't hear what her headmaster was saying.

Langebel quietly moved closer to Osman's seat, pricked up her ears, and leaned down, which finally allowed her to hear Osman's mutterings clearly.

"I should have asked him for two books, or maybe three, three Marcia books..."

[Three books? Marcia? A woman's name? What's this old man thinking? He really is a lecherous old man!]

Miss Grande, who was not very familiar with Romanian history, quickly steered her thinking in the wrong direction and then looked at her principal with extreme contempt.

At this moment, Miss Langebel was once again certain: the disease of lewdness is incurable except through surgery, especially when it comes to her own headmaster.

"Hahahahaha!"

In a room in the teachers' dormitory, Verne was clutching his stomach, watching the scene in the magical mirror that had made him burst out laughing. He hadn't laughed so freely in a long time since his mentor had started his "new journey." That little guy, Seamus, was indeed quite special.

[That old fox Osman must be regretting it now! Dumbledore has complained about being broke more than once about this kid's destructive abilities!]

Verne was delighted at the thought that Dumbledore always complained to him about how badly the so-called work-study debt reduction clause he signed with Seamus was worth.

Seamus is truly the nemesis of the "Headmaster" type. He appears honest and unassuming, unlike Harry who likes to go on adventures every now and then, or the Weasley brothers who enjoy playing pranks. He also listens attentively in class.

But what the headmaster and professors fear most is that you listen attentively in class, because after hearing the theory of magic, can you expect students not to put it into practice? Hogwarts is a magic school, not Trinity Theological Seminary, much less the philosophy department of a Muggle university.

A student who can't wield a wand can be a good wizard?

Thus, the bustling atmosphere at Hogwarts was like celebrating Chinese New Year every few days, and Ravenclaw student Cho Zhang said that the school had a hometown atmosphere.

While explosions caused by improper use of magic are not uncommon, they are not as frequent as Seamus's. Most students experience them only occasionally, but for Seamus, it's a regular occurrence. Even a wealthy institution like Hogwarts couldn't withstand such resource depletion.

As a member of the school's board of trustees, the elder Malfoy frequently questioned Dumbledore at board meetings: "Why has the rate of damage to school desks, chairs, and other teaching equipment been so high these past two years?"

The cunning Dumbledore explained, "That's the classroom where your son has his lessons."

This is why, starting from the second year, Seamus, a Gryffindor in his year, had more and more classes that the headmaster arranged for him to take with Slytherins.

Even with the Malfoys' money and Seamus's willingness to work to pay off the debt, it still wasn't enough, really not enough.

But what could Dumbledore do? Seamus was a good boy and a good student, and Dumbledore couldn't stop Seamus from going to school.

As for Seamus's so-called work to pay off his debts, the wage was almost three times the hourly wage of an adult wizard, which was clearly Dumbledore taking care of his student. This made Verne quite envious, as his own wages weren't much when he was working part-time in school.

Of course, Verne was also aware that, unlike the fact that he could actually receive a salary, Hogwarts had not given Seamus a single bronze knuckle in the past few years.

Because there was no damage, there was no debt, and without debt, there was no need to work. And when work was required, it was mostly used to cover the school's expenses.

And his willingness to use his own labor to ease the burden on his family and school was what Verne admired most about Simo.

Verne wasn't sure if Seamus working for the school was in line with the original story, because Seamus appeared very little in J.K. Rowling's writing. Although he was Harry's roommate like Neville, few people would remember the character.

There are so many things in this world that I don't know. For example, I used to think that without my intervention, my Hufflepuff friend would have been dead.

Although the original novel doesn't reveal Quirinas's fate, he dies in the film version. He couldn't gamble his friend's life on that uncertain destiny, nor did he dare to.

Verne initially believed his efforts were worthwhile, but as time passed, he discovered that "he" had become "him" in this world.

So, her original ideas crumbled. Had she really changed history? Had she really changed his fate? Did the "unlucky" professor really need her to save him?

Verne knew that thinking about these things was useless, because he was not a character created by J.K. Rowling; he was Verne, Verne Europalos Cadmund, a student of Nicolas Flamel, a time traveler named Chen Jie, and more importantly, the Professor of Runes at Hogwarts.

This world did not originally belong to me, but now I belong to this world.

"Is one the whole, and the whole the one?" Jules Verne laughed as he thought of this profound alchemical saying.

However, after laughing, doubt resurfaced in Verne's eyes. According to the original course of history, such a thing should not have happened in either this world or that world. Could it be because of him, the butterfly? Or has the world really not changed?

If nothing changed, where did that person go? Could it be...?

[But some things cannot be explained by their own existence and influence, for example...] A soft knock on the door interrupted Verne's thoughts.

The door was opened without the temporary owner's permission.

Faced with the uninvited and "rude" visitor, Verne stood up, walked over, and gave him a hug.

“Long time no see, Verne,” said Professor Gruberu of the Tristine School. Although he had said the same thing not long ago, both he and Verne knew that the meaning behind it was completely different.

"Yes, it's been a long time, Quirinas."

Important Notes in Chapter 17 of Volume 2

The answer is: Quirinas Quirrell, Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in his first year. As mentioned in the text, the novel only states that Professor Quirrell went missing, while in *The Professor of Runes* he was rescued. (Did anyone guess?)

Quirinus was the Roman god of war. He held the third position in the Roman pantheon, below Jupiter and Mars. His temple stood on Quirinal Hill. Historians generally consider Quirinus to be a deified version of Romulus.

In other words, it is the ancestral god of the Romans. This phenomenon has appeared in the early stages of various civilizations, such as the ancestral spirits of shamanism, the ancestral worship in the Yin and Shang Dynasties of my country, and the progenitor in Zero.

The reason for linking Professor Quirrell and Gruber is primarily due to Gruber's title: Flame Serpent.

The snake can basically be seen as Voldemort's symbol; Professor Quirrell was possessed by it.

As for fire, besides Gruberu being skilled in fire magic, fire also has a special symbolic meaning in Roman culture due to the influence of Greek culture, such as the household fire and sacred fire used to worship ancestors and gods.

Another point is the plot in Philosopher's Stone, specifically the fiery barrier set up by Snape. Quirrell apparently passed through it without drinking the potion Snape left behind to resist the flames, since the potions were all full.

If the potion had been used, Hermione wouldn't need to solve the riddle; she could simply see that the bottle was empty. This demonstrates Professor Quirrell's profound knowledge of fire. (My memory of this part is a bit hazy.)

Of course, the most important reason is that they are all bald, right?

As for why Professor Quirrell appeared in the world of Zero, do you all remember Atlantis from "Professor of Runes"?

After Professor Quirrell was rescued by Verne, he needed to find a place to hide in order to recover his injured body and magic, and Atlantis was undoubtedly a good choice.

That continent was created by wizards to isolate Muggles. On that continent, wizards masquerade as gods and rule over ordinary people.

In *The Professor of Runes*, the magicians of Atlantis later descended from their pedestals and lived among ordinary people. (See Chapters 18-20)

In the world of Zero no Tsukaima, legend has it that the earth was created by a progenitor, who was the ancestor of various royal families and nobles—in other words, a magician. Does that sound familiar?

Additionally, you may have noticed that Professor Quirrell lived in Zero for 20 years (actually more than 20 years), while in HP, only two years have passed in the timeline. This is because the flow of time is different in the two places.

In my own setting, the world of Zero no Tsukaima is part of Atlantis, a rather special part. Why is it special? And what caused this specialness?

I'm sorry, I can't say anything yet because it's too early for the plot to unfold. Anyway, it's all the fault of "The Professor of Runes." It's been a tough job for me too; I wanted to fill in the plot holes, leave some suspense, and worry about people criticizing my writing as nonsensical or illogical. I did a lot of research for this book, and I want to thank the guy who helped me with that.

I'm not sure if those who have read "The Professor of Runes" can accept this setting; to be honest, I'm a little worried. After all, I'm not the author of "The Professor of Runes," but at least I put a lot of effort into writing it.

Then there's Marcia, a name that represents the period from 903 to 963 AD, a time when scholars have a particular term for the history of the Papal States: "pornocracy."

First, from the reign of Pope John III to John XII, several women from the Roman nobility gained power in the Papacy by becoming the Pope's mistresses. Their sons, and their sons' sons, were all made popes (for example, John XI, the son of Pope John III and his mistress Marcia, and John XII, and other popes in between).

Secondly, during this period, the papacy's decrees could only be implemented in the area surrounding Rome. The Papal States continued the feudal system of the Lombard Kingdom, with many counts and marquises holding fiefdoms within the papacy's territory, all of whom were almost independent lords.

Why did I write so much about the Papal States in private?

I'm just being cute and winking. (I'm just having fun with myself, so what? What are you going to do about it?)

18. Seamus: I have a special way of taking revenge (Part 2)

Simo is now skillfully doing what he does best: exploding, exploding again and again, and exploding more and more.

Louise, standing nearby, looked on in surprise as she changed the alchemical materials for Seamus.

That's right, alchemical materials. Although they are just lumps of dirt that Lady Westbrook casually created, the addition of the name "alchemical materials" instantly elevates their perceived status.

If language is a form of magic, then it must be a branch of alchemy. The same thing, described by combining different words, can achieve completely different effects.

After a brief moment of thought, Seamus continued waving his wand. Theoretically, Seamus should have used magic to turn the clod of earth into brass, but what actually happened?

boom!

After blasting the 57th clod of earth, Seamus skillfully waved his left hand, which held the wand, and the destroyed stone table was instantly repaired. After so many attempts, Seamus had mastered silent spellcasting, although he only knew how to use this technique to cast two types of magic—explosion and repair.

In fact, Seamus was quite surprised. For some reason, he could explode or repair at will today. There was no chance of him accidentally blowing himself up instead of casting a "Restore to Original State" or "Levitate" spell.

and.

[When did I become left-handed?] This puzzled Simo, because for the past 14 years, he had clearly preferred to use his right hand. The reason he suddenly used his left hand today was entirely to cover up yesterday's lie.

"Alas, Your Majesty, I had my reasons for doing this. After all, it was for food." Thinking about how he had lied yesterday, Simo felt a pang of unease. He felt ashamed for failing to uphold the knightly virtue of honesty.

However, Seamus was now more concerned about when his left hand had become so adept. Not only was it dexterous, but the flow of magic was also incredibly smooth. Could this be the reason he could successfully cast the spells he desired?

Yes, that's right. Seamus never intended to successfully use alchemy; what he wanted was an explosion.

Louise quickly placed material number 58 on the table. Simon glanced at the crowd, confirmed the current positions of those guys, and prepared to cast his spell.

"Hey! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you!"

"I've wanted to say this for a long time, how can things always be such a coincidence!"

Suddenly, several angry voices came from the crowd. Maricrum and a few boys rushed out. In stark contrast to the clean and spotless people around them, they were covered in mud.

On his hair, the back of his neck, his shoulders, his clothes, his ears, and even one unfortunate guy kept spitting out mud and sand from his mouth.

"What a coincidence?" Simo feigned innocence and confusion.

“Look here, look here,” Marikrum said, pointing as he went.

"Ah, I see it, it's just dirt, what's wrong with it?"

In fact, Seamus certainly knew what was going on. With his many years of experience with explosions, he could not control the probability of an explosion before using his left hand.

However, Mr. Seamus was quite adept at controlling the trajectory, fragmentation, and explosive force of the exploding object. In fact, while he couldn't determine when the explosion would occur, he had a premonition of it at the very moment.

This feeling allowed him to adjust his magic and aim in a timely manner, making objects explode however he wanted, and making the debris of explosives fly wherever he wanted.

Mr. Seamus here uses exaggeration. He's not the god of explosions, so how could he possibly have such miraculous abilities? He could only say that he roughly controlled a certain range, and there would be some error.

The reason why Simo was able to develop such skills can only be explained by the fact that people are often forced into it.