The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

What did I find? I haven't even found anything yet, and you've already woken up? Do you think my house is a research institute? A built-in fully automated three-part differential hematology analyzer? (Okay, actually it does. But that thing weighs 15 kilograms, is almost half a person tall, takes up space, is an eyesore, and isn't used much, so Theristina threw it into the basement storage room.)

Of course, Miss Therese didn't say such angry words, and she knew she shouldn't.

"I've discovered it! This is really delicious!"

"So, you've been hiding a whole jar of bones at home, just like you do with bones, haven't you?" Seamus chuckled sarcastically.

Theristina retorted without backing down: "Hahaha, have you ever considered becoming a famous detective, a profession with no bright future?"

Well, let's start with the detective's dog, after all, its nose is so sensitive.

"Hahaha"

"Hahaha"

The two looked at each other and laughed, but there was no joy in their eyes.

A quick idea struck him, and Seamus opened the bottle cap, holding it up to Teresa's eyelids: "Please."

Teresa stood there dumbfounded, completely bewildered.

"Please? Please what?"

"Want some? Isn't it delicious? Cheers to science!"

Therese's face twitched several times, then she stubbornly tilted her head back: "I...I'm not thirsty right now!"

"You're not thirsty, right? Okay, I'll drink!"

As he spoke, Simo raised his glass and tilted his head back to drink, but Miss Therese, horrified, quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him.

Are you kidding me?! Such precious research material! Such rich genetic information! It would be such a waste to drink it! I'm waiting to have it analyzed!

Meanwhile, Mr. Seamus was thinking, "If this crazy woman gets my blood, she might just create a bunch of clones!"

So, Simo and the scientist lady had a strength contest.

He brought the bottle opening close to Seamo's mouth: "Hey! I'm so thirsty! Don't stop me from getting some water!"

Theristina pulled the bottle back with all her might: "This doesn't really quench your thirst!"

Watching the bottle recede into the distance, Simo added another hand: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't quench your thirst, as long as it tastes good!"

Not to be outdone, Theristina also used both hands: "I have rather unique tastes; I like things that most people can't accept! If you want some, I'll make you some juice later!"

"It's okay! It's okay! Be brave and try new things!"

And so, the two remained locked in a stalemate, each vying for control and refusing to yield.

However, Ximo, who was deficient in qi and blood, was clearly a little less capable in prolonged battles.

As time went by and the situation became increasingly unfavorable, Ximo let out a defiant roar: "Old hag! Let go of me!"

But how could the wailing of this defeated dog shake Miss Therese's unwavering resolve? "Hmph! You brat! If you can't hold on, don't try to be strong!"

Before she could finish speaking, Simo suddenly let go... let go.

Question: When two forces act on an object simultaneously in opposite directions and remain in equilibrium, what happens if one of them is suddenly removed?

Before collapsing, her eyes widened as she watched the spray of red water splatter and hit her face. Miss Therese heard the most detestable voice she'd ever heard: "Actually, thinking about it carefully, I don't think I really wanted to drink that much~"

231. Leisurely Cohabitation Routine

In the early morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone on his face through the gap in the curtains, Simo frowned and yawned as he crawled out of bed.

He rubbed his face and patted it twice.

Fully awake, he jumped out of bed, stood up, and looked around.

Several seemingly random piles of books in the bedroom had collapsed halfway; those were actually little traps that Simo had set up before going to sleep.

It was obvious that someone had broken in while Simo was asleep.

As for who the intruder is?

Simo could answer the question without even having to think, and he was even fully aware of the other party's purpose.

So he went to the mirror, took off his pajamas, and checked himself over in front of the mirror.

After confirming that there were no new needle marks, mosquito bites, or scars on his body, he nodded in satisfaction.

"As expected, I'm a genius for sewing runes inside my pajamas!"

This pajama, hand-sewn by Simo, not only has the function of automatically regulating temperature to keep warm in winter and cool in summer, but it can also automatically shock any living thing within a few meters after he falls asleep.

This design was initially intended to deter a landlord who was constantly spying on Simo's body from committing crimes, but after being put into actual use, it unexpectedly helped prevent mosquito bites.

Although, in a sense, a certain landlord is now practically equivalent to a mosquito in Simo's eyes.

Then, ignoring the neatly arranged high-end women's clothing in the closet—one of the intruders' pieces of evidence—Simo took out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and put them on with a smug grin.

The 50-yuan street vendor item felt a bit rough to the touch and was a bit too big, but it made Simo feel incredibly safe and comfortable wearing it, and he was happy with it.

Although the other garment alone cost dozens of times more than what he was wearing, and was also more comfortable, more form-fitting, and more luxurious, the thought of the "malicious intentions" of the person who prepared the clothes made Ximo so angry that he wanted to curse.

If it weren't for the "loyal" pajamas guarding him all night, this women's clothing might have been secretly put on by Simon while he was asleep. Some despicable landlord might even have taken the opportunity to take some indecent photos and then circulated them online.

Ximoko never wants to be called "Boss" by a complete stranger (dressing-up limited edition) in the future!

After washing up in the bathroom, Mr. Simon went to the kitchen.

I checked the time; it was already 7:23.

After checking the refrigerator for a while, Simo quickly made a decision.

Take out the cutting board, pick up the cleaver, and light the stove.

da da da da~

The glint of knives and the aroma of food fly together, and the delicious dishes blend seamlessly with the glow of the fire.

It took Simon about forty minutes to finish breakfast.

Finally, after pouring the heated milk into two cups and placing them on the table, the hour and minute hands pointed to 8:07.

Looking at the wall clock in the living room, Simo knew that his roommate's work hours were 9 o'clock every day (and he would also get off work at 9 o'clock).

To have 50 minutes to eat breakfast, wash up, and get to work, if it were him, he would have more than enough time, but...

With that thought in mind, Mr. Seamus picked up his tools: a clean and wiping spatula in his left hand and a gleaming steel ladle in his right.

He strode aggressively to a door and kicked it open with a thud.

"Get up! You good-for-nothing who just eats rice!"

! !

The relentless pounding caused a creature hiding in the dark room to curl up in bed and let out a painful howl.

A moment later, unable to bear the noise from Guodegang, a hand with twisted veins as if it were cramping stretched out from under the covers and gripped the ground tightly!

Then the second one!

Behind those two hands, a stiff body crawled out from the depths of darkness.

A woman in white, with disheveled hair, distorted features, and bloodshot eyes—a scene reminiscent of Sadako's outing—was vividly staged before Simo's eyes.

Although he was initially taken aback and made a lot of jokes and troubles, Mr. Seamus suffered Tyrese's disdain for a long time.

But now Simo says he's not the same person he used to be!

That's right!

Regarding how to subdue this monster named "Hypoglycemic Theristina Sadako (sometimes also called Otsu-no-Tsukai ...

"You brat! Thanks to you, do you know what time I didn't get to sleep this morning?"

Hypoglycemic Tyrese, spewing venomous words, lunged forward, her sharp nails aimed straight for Simo's eyes.

However, Mr. Seamus rolled his eyes. Not to mention that waking Tyrese was her own request, her turning the tables on him infuriated Seamus.

"If you hadn't been raiding me every night, every night, every night, every night, every night, how could you have fallen into my trap and been suffering from sleep deprivation?"

Mr. Simon's repeated use of "every night" six times clearly indicates his deep resentment!

To be fair, Miss Therese, after being carefully dressed up, is a tall and exquisite beauty. If she wore glasses, she would also have a touch of intellectual beauty. Theoretically speaking, the idea of ​​such a great beauty "night raiding" is a perk that would surely inspire imagination.

But what if the so-called night raid involves pulling out hair, cutting flesh, drawing blood, and testing with all sorts of strange instruments?

The thought of the heinous acts this man had committed in the name of science during his first few days in the house, and the many unsettling nights before the invention of the rune pajamas, filled Simo with rage. So it's no wonder he decided to prepare some little traps to torment the landlady who had secretly invaded his room.

So, the current situation is that Tyrese, who has lost her memory last night, came to draw blood again, but accidentally triggered a trap he set and it took her a long time to escape and leave.

Now, due to low blood sugar and lack of sleep, he has lost his mind and gone berserk.

Faced with this situation, from Simo's perspective, the most direct solution would be to grab the person in front of him and give him a good beating.

However, considering that Miss Theristina, who was providing food and shelter (a meal ticket and sleeper ticket), still had to go to work, whether she was absent due to unconsciousness or went out with a disfigured face, it would cause unnecessary trouble, Mr. Seamus suppressed his violent impulses.

He aimed at the other man's forehead and swung the long spoon in his right hand.

This attack, of course, couldn't actually hit Tyrese, but it interrupted her aggressive attack, forcing her to distract herself and knock the long spoon away, which slowed her down.

Simo took the opportunity to step back a few steps, released his left hand, and quickly put on a pair of earplugs.

Then, facing Tyrese who had once again closed the distance and was right in front of him, Seamus calmly revealed eight big white teeth, picked up the spatula and pot from the ground with his left hand again, while the nail of his right index finger was pressed tightly against the blackened bottom of the pot.

Then, amidst the agonizing noise, Miss Theristina's painful screams rang out!

"Are you awake yet? If you are, go eat breakfast and then go to work!"

"Hi~"

Fifty minutes later, watching the researcher, finally dressed and looking completely transformed, rush out the door with her homemade breakfast (she hadn't eaten a single bite; all her time had been spent getting ready) and bento box, shouting "Late! Late!", Simo, having finished his breakfast and two glasses of milk by himself, sighed softly.

Let's wake her up a little earlier tomorrow!

After cleaning up the dishes, Simo slung his backpack over his shoulder and went out.

In the time that followed, he went to the library to look up some information, something he had been busy with for the past few days—to figure out why he was here, why he couldn't use magic or free magic, but could use runes, and more importantly—who was he?

Inside Seamus's backpack lay a book titled "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone."