The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

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"Hey~ Louise?" Seamus tried to continue teasing Louise, wanting to hear the answer with his own ears, but found that Louise, who was talking to herself with her head down, didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

This gave Seamus a bad feeling: "Louise, you're not angry, are you?"

Suddenly becoming panicked again, Seamus quickly stepped forward to try and comfort Louise: "Louise, listen to me, I really wasn't joking with you..."

"A mere...familiar...a mere...one..." As he got closer to Louise, Seamus finally managed to catch snippets of her words, but preoccupied with worry and comforting her, he didn't notice anything amiss.

Just then, a hint of smugness flashed in Louise's eyes, which were hidden by her bangs. With lightning speed, she grabbed Seamus's ear, who was standing close to her, and shouted, "A mere familiar, a mere Seamus, dares to play such a joke on your master!"

Now, Simo, who was inwardly crying out that he was being wronged, finally understood what Louise had just said. And Simo noticed that a very familiar thin black stick had suddenly appeared in Louise's hand, and Louise was holding it high.

"So, where did you get this from?" Simo was in pain, shocked, and furious. He never expected that Louise would also turn bad.

Seamus's first instinct was to dodge Louise's whipping attack, but he found that with one ear being grabbed, it was obviously impossible and would only increase his pain.

Just as the dark whip was about to lash him, Simo, who was staring intently with wide eyes, suddenly had a strange feeling. His body involuntarily rose upwards, wanting to meet the whip, as if something on the whip was attracting him, and that was exactly what he craved.

[Wait! This is so strange! Why do I want to be hit?] At the last moment, Simo suddenly realized something was wrong with him.

Without time to think, knowing he couldn't dodge but not wanting to be whipped, Seamus had a sudden inspiration. Instead of trying to dodge, he lunged at Louise head-on.

After wrapping his arms around Louise and protecting her head and back with his hands, Seamus used his body weight to knock Louise to the ground.

The sudden loss of balance prevented Louise from striking down the raised whip, and in trying to regain her balance, she also released her grip on her ear.

Bang~

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Thanks to Simo's protection, Louise was not bumped or knocked over. Although Simo's heavy body was pressing down on her, Louise did not feel uncomfortable because a faint scent was emanating from Simo.

It smelled familiar and comforting, yet I hadn't smelled it in a very, very long time.

A blue light quietly flashed across Louise's eyes, and in an instant, it completely changed Louise's temperament and image.

Her long, pink hair, which was originally streaked with gold, slowly began to turn white, and her body gradually elongated. Her plump face began to become thin and pale, but at the same time, it made Louise's eyes even larger, so large that they would terrify anyone who saw them.

Louise closed her eyes and gently inhaled the fragrance, her intoxicated expression like that of someone savoring the most fragrant rose of spring.

When she opened her eyes again, a single, glistening tear silently rolled down her cheek.

Those melancholy and deep eyes began to turn frantic and intense, but then cooled down in an instant.

Simo, who was lying on top of Louise, had no way of noticing any of this, nor did he have time to notice it. Because when Simo got up, Louise had already returned to normal in an instant.

43. Simeon's Confession

The girl, with empty eyes, was pinned beneath him, staring blankly at the two moons hanging in the sky. Crystal tears had unknowingly streamed down her beautiful cheeks.

This is what Seamus saw after he sat up. To be honest, if the officials of the Ministry of Magic saw this, no, even if the Muggle police saw it, Seamus would know he was in big trouble.

And most importantly: Louise cried?

why?

Why is Louise crying?

Is it because of myself?

Was it because I was too eager to know the answer before?

Or was it because he recklessly pounced on Louise and startled her?

Simo knew the problem must lie with him, even though he didn't know exactly what the problem was. But he knew the 'mistake' was definitely on his part.

Simo didn't want to make Louise cry; if he could, he wanted Louise to be happy forever.

Simo, unable to contain his joy, desperately wanted a definite answer when he suddenly discovered that the girl he liked also liked him.

Especially after rumors spread that he liked someone else, Simon became even more concerned about how Louise actually viewed him.

His attempt to find the answer resulted in him "making" Louise cry, which made Seamus feel very guilty.

“I’m sorry, Louise. I didn’t mean to make you cry, but I really love you.” Seamus lay down beside Louise, holding her tightly, and gently pressed Louise’s head against his chest.

This time, Louise neither resisted nor ran away.

And Seamus was able to continue his outpouring: "Louise, do you know? Before I met you, I never imagined that there was someone in the world who was so similar to me, yet a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful than me."

"Your petite stature, your cuteness, and your strength deeply attract me."

"Whether you're angry, happy, serene, sad, upset, or blissful, you are the you I love."

"So when rumors spread that I liked Kishy, ​​I was angry and scared, but also a little happy. I was angry that someone was spreading rumors, and I was afraid that you would misunderstand me, but seeing that you cared about me made me really happy."

"Hmph, who cares about you~ You're just a reckless, ill-mannered, and disobedient familiar." Louise, who had been listening quietly, retorted softly.

Although her voice was as soft as a buzzing mosquito, it sounded like heavenly music to Seamus, because Louise was responding to him, because Louise was arrogantly exercising her right to say one thing and mean another.

So Seamus continued, "Louise, you know, there was a time when I was very worried about what I would do if a professor from our school found me. Should I just go back with him? I have no doubt that Hogwarts will find me."

Upon hearing that Seamus might "leave," Louise's body immediately stiffened, and her hands unconsciously tightened around Seamus's waist.

But Simo continued, "Initially, when I first met you, my thought was that if I ever had to leave, I would make sure my 'master' didn't cry, and that she wouldn't be bullied after I left. But..."

Upon hearing this, Louise hugged herself tighter. A slight pain in her waist alerted Seamus to Louise's unusual behavior, but he simply smiled dismissively.

Simo was completely unaware that Louise's eyes had unknowingly begun to glow blue, and that her hair had turned white again.

He continued to pour out his heart to himself: "But now I don't think that way anymore. Because I've found myself hopelessly in love with you. This love even surpasses my bond with Hogwarts, surpasses my attachment to my original world."

“In my original world, I felt out of place, as if I didn’t belong there. Although I had many good friends and kind principals and professors who took good care of me, I always felt different from them.”

"It's a strange feeling, like I long to go to a school with an atmosphere like Hogwarts, but then I find that Hogwarts isn't the school I'm looking for."

"It wasn't until I met you here that I realized what I truly longed for?"

"I am not particularly talented in magic. No matter how hard I try in my original world, what I get can never match what I put in. But I have never given up because I yearn for magic and love magic deep down."

“I don’t know why? Maybe it’s because I’m a ‘born’ wizard? Maybe it’s because I always have this feeling that once I learn magic, I can make my wishes come true.”

"But only recently have I realized that what I truly crave isn't magic itself, but rather the ability to use magic to find you, protect you, make you happy, and bring you joy. To keep you from crying! To keep you from being lonely!"

At this moment, Louise's body suddenly trembled, as if she was very excited.

But Simo's story didn't end there: "It may sound strange, but the longer I spend with you, the more I feel that I've known you for a very long time and have been searching for you, but I've never been able to find you."

“Perhaps it’s because you and I are just too alike. Both have terrible magical talent, and both have terrible interpersonal skills. Well, maybe I’m a little better at interpersonal skills than you.” Seamus immediately changed his tune when he thought that compared to the all-lonely Louise, he at least had his good friend Dean, as well as Ron, Neville, and Harry, with whom he had a good relationship.

Realizing she'd been "mocking" by Simo, Louise naturally retaliated with a "kidney punch." Simo simply patted Louise's head affectionately against his chest.

"Whenever I see you, I always feel like I'm looking in a mirror, but the person in the mirror is more perfect than myself, more... making me yearn for you, as if the person looking in the mirror is not me, but rather the clumsy imitation of the shadow in the mirror."

"Does that sound a bit strange?" Ximo asked with a smile and a lowered head.

“No, not at all. Welcome back~” Louise finally raised her face and answered, staring into Simon’s eyes. It turned out that her eyes had been filled with tears for some time.

It was only then that Simo noticed that Louise's hair had turned completely white.

P.S.: It seems like we're about to reach 1000 recommendation votes. Should we add an extra chapter to celebrate? Hmm, I'll add an extra chapter tomorrow.

Side story (actually part of the main story): The truth only the witch knows (Part 1)

The witch's lover was initially just an ordinary person who gained the power of God's Left Hand, Gandalf, through a contract. This power allows him to manipulate various weapons.

Relying on this ability, the witch and her lover shone brightly in their battles against the enemy.

No matter what kind of weapon it is, whether it's ordinary iron, an enchanted magical artifact, or a treasure from historical legends, once it falls into his hands, it will be transformed into his power, conquered by him, driven by him, and become the nightmare that he uses to ravage his enemies.

But few people know that the witch's lover has another power: the heart of God—Reeves Laschel.

After a most perilous battle, the familiar, on its deathbed, gained power by making a new contract with a kind spirit in order to return to its master.

The specific function of this ability is to allow familiars to supplement and amplify their master's magic, helping their master to the maximum extent and miraculously granting her a continuous source of power.

So from that time on, the boy named "Hiraga Saito" possessed magic, although he did not know how to use the power residing in his body.

Unlike the Left Hand of God, Gandalf allows the recipient to learn the "story" of a weapon the moment they touch it: the original creative concept, the materials used to construct its frame, the manufacturing techniques lost to history, and the "experience" accumulated over the years that has been attached to the magical artifact.

Yes, by touching a magical artifact, Gandalf can use his ability to see a series of battles that the artifact has gone through and turn these battles into his own experience. The older, more powerful, and more historical the artifact, the more Gandalf can gain from it.

However, Reeves Rachel is different. Although Reeves Rachel can grant the recipient magical power and allow the familiar to connect with the master's mind and resonate on a spiritual level, he cannot help the familiar use magical power.

Reeves Lasher is essentially a storage device, storing the energy scattered throughout the world within his own body and transmitting it to the owner who needs the energy at the appropriate time.

So after the familiar fell into the trap of the Papal army and was killed by the relentless attack, although he could no longer use magic, his soul was already filled with magic.

After many twists and turns, this soul finally reappeared before its "master".

Long ago, when several "intruders" suddenly appeared in this world, Louise sensed that they possessed a familiar yet somewhat different soul aura from the figures she longed for in her memories.

The scent was very faint, very faint.

It's as faint as the scent that lingers on someone's palm after a handshake.

By observing them, the witch knew they weren't the person she was waiting for, but she wasn't discouraged because she knew that the person might be very close to her.

If she could, she might immediately seize the intruders, extract their memories, and search for any clues that could point to her lover.

However, both young intruders were powerful mages, one of whom even instilled fear in the witch who had replaced the plane's consciousness.

On the other hand, the witch was unsure of their relationship with her lover, and her remaining rationality prevented her from taking immediate action, instead waiting for the right opportunity.

Soon another intruder arrived, this time an old man with white hair, just as powerful and just as terrifying.

They found Osman and learned a lot from him. He was one of the few mages who was not completely controlled by the witch, but they did not find out the most important secret.

Osman didn't give enough trust to these suddenly appearing people. Nearly ten thousand cycles of reincarnation had confused Osman's memories and made him more suspicious.

This is good for a witch.

After witnessing the cycle of reincarnation here, the two powerful mages left, leaving behind only the weakest young mage, who seemed to have suffered some kind of spiritual trauma. This place was undoubtedly a good place for him to recuperate.

This is undoubtedly a great opportunity for the witch; missing this opportunity might mean waiting for countless more cycles of reincarnation.

So, she took action.

The battle was more difficult than expected, but in the end, the witch, who was stronger, still won. After reading Quirinas's memories, a small figure quickly came into the witch's view.

He was a "problem child" at school. Although he never broke school rules on his own initiative, and although he said that the damage he caused was unintentional, he was undoubtedly one of the troubles in the eyes of the teachers.

Nobody enjoys experiencing one sudden, dramatic explosion after another in their classroom. So, initially, the boy was isolated.