The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

"Hey, have you heard?" A girl whose name Asano Gakushu couldn't recall asked the girl next to her with a mysterious look.

The somewhat cute girl blinked her eyes and asked, "Nani? Nani?"

"Class 3-A, a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) student joined us the other day~"

"real or fake?"

Upon hearing that her companion was unaware, the girl immediately began to boast: "Don't you know? There's a rumor that the new foreigner in Class A had a bandage on his left hand on his second day of school and told everyone he met that there was a dragon on his left hand! But by that afternoon, he changed his story and said it was a Qilin."

"Ugh~ How disgusting!" Clearly, despite her cute appearance, that girl knew quite a lot.

"That wasn't the end of it. Then, on the third day of school, this guy started wearing an eye patch over his right eye again, and had people call him 'Darkflameeyes'!"

"Haha~ Didn't he graduate from elementary school, no, kindergarten?"

"Your information is outdated."

Just then, the guy eating next door overheard their conversation and came over to chime in (flirt): "Yesterday, I personally heard that new foreigner from Class A talking to himself on the rooftop in the afternoon, reporting to thin air about his actions that morning and his plans for the afternoon."

Seeing an opportunity to impress the girls, the boys around couldn't sit still. In order to attract the girls' attention, they all revealed: "What's so special about that? After PE class just now, I saw with my own eyes that the new foreigner was alone behind the gym with a tree branch, trying to imitate a magician."

"I heard that he would suddenly open the window and jump out during class!"

"I saw him alone by the swimming pool during PE class, trying to summon the water spirit!"

I encountered...

The emotions of those around were stirred up, and all sorts of news flew around, spreading the word about the "glorious" achievements of the transfer student in Class A. This brought countless laughs and cheers to the students.

For students in these ordinary classes, nothing makes them happier than seeing those high-achieving students make fools of themselves. However, not everyone is happy.

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Amidst laughter and cheers, Asano Gakushu slammed his fist hard on the cafeteria table, instantly silencing everyone around him.

Although no one was talking about the jokes about Class A anymore, Xuexiu could see clearly that those bastards were all holding back their pain and pleasure.

As the student council president, the top student in the entire school, and the leader of Class A, he could not tolerate the existence of such a black sheep in his class, which would affect the reputation of the entire class.

Although it is said that Simo's entrance exam scores were extremely high (this was information released by the chairman of the board), Simo's current actions have completely turned Class A into a laughing stock among the students.

In the A class, it was always the students who laughed at others. Every student was proud to join the third-year A class, and the students who entered the A class gained a sense of superiority that matched their "ability"!

Such a situation has never occurred before.

And that's not all. Thanks to Siemens, the students in Class A are now constantly on edge, no matter what class they're in, fearing that he might suddenly cause some trouble again. And what they fear even more than attending class is having class with other classes!

It's awful and disgusting to embarrass other classes like this!

The only thing that makes Asano Gakushu feel relieved now is that, for some reason, that guy only eats liquid food that he gets from who-knows-where every day and never comes to the cafeteria, which allows Gakushu to have lunch without seeing or bothering him.

But just then, Asano Gakushu's pupils suddenly contracted. The "celebrity" who had recently become a legend on campus—that damned transfer student—had just happened to appear at this moment.

Asano Gakushu's inner voice screamed.

That tangible anger was so intense it could pierce through a person, a fact that could be felt even by those around them.

However, while scratching his head and muttering to himself as he walked toward the sales counter, he said, "Sigh, what can I do? I ruined my lunch this morning while fighting the Invisible Boundary Organization. My king once said: 'Not eating well before a battle is a great enemy.'"

Although I don't quite understand what kind of idiot this "King" Simo is talking about, and I don't understand why Simo, who has been eating in the classroom since he enrolled, doesn't stay in the classroom obediently, and how he found the cafeteria by himself?

However, Asano Gakushu had an instinctive bad feeling, and then, for the first time in his life, Asano Gakushu began to hate "a man's intuition".

"Auntie, auntie, seeing how kind and gentle you are, I can be sure you're not my enemy," Ximo said cautiously and very seriously, which made the elderly cafeteria lady opposite him feel uneasy and suspicious.

However, Seamus ignored him and asked, "So, do you have any Holy Son's flesh and blood here that can quickly replenish magic power and also satisfy hunger? You know, I need to finish my lunch quickly in order to prevent a sudden attack from the Inquisition."

"Um, I don't know what you're talking about, but I sell ramen here."

"Hand-Pulled Noodle?"

"Mmm, authentic Chinese cuisine!"

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"Can you finish eating it in three seconds?"

"I'm afraid that won't work."

"Never mind then, sorry to bother you."

After saying that, Ximo bowed and went to the counter next door, where he asked the chef, whom he described as "righteous and domineering," similar questions.

After taking one last stroll, Simo took the leftover bagged instant porridge from the corner convenience store.

After inhaling it in two seconds and swallowing it in one second, Seamus clutched his left hand and exclaimed in surprise, "I never expected to find such a highly effective and convenient potion here! Ah, ah, my magic power has increased by thirty percent! Oh no, the magic power is increasing too fast, seal! The seal can't hold back anymore!!!!"

Then, although Seamus was anxiously and seriously urging the students around him to leave this "dangerous place" as soon as possible, how could they give up such a comedy when they were already laughing so hard? They even happily interacted with Seamus.

Only the students from Class 3-A, led by their class monitor Xuexiu, pretended not to recognize the mentally challenged person next to them and hurriedly slipped away. On the way back, the students from Class 3-A heard their class monitor say "mentally challenged" the most, and "mdzz" the second most often.

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Asano Gakushu was absolutely furious!

If this continues, Class 3-A will truly become the laughingstock of the entire school!

And all of this is because of that guy! Because of that idiot! Because of that mentally challenged person!

The only thing Asano Gakushu feels lucky about right now is that the back mountain is too far from the main campus, so the students of Class 3-E don't usually come to the main campus cafeteria to eat. Therefore, the students of Class 3-E didn't see this scene, and they may not even know about the storm that Shimo has caused these past few days.

Otherwise, their Class A would be unable to hold their heads high in front of their biggest rival!

"Wait, Class E!" Asano Gakushuu, who had just thought of an idea, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Hehehe, hahahaha! Why didn't I think of anything? Hahahaha!" Xuexiu laughed to herself.

His henchmen saw their boss suddenly burst into a manic laugh, which grew increasingly manic and loud, drawing stares from those around him.

The followers thought anxiously, if even the class monitor and student council president, Xuexiu, went crazy, then Class A would really be finished.

Fortunately, they eventually discovered that compared to a certain person who was frequently mentally unstable, their class monitor and student council president, Xuexiu, was only occasional and intermittent. After his unrestrained laughter, their wise, handsome, and dashing class monitor sama finally returned!

Then, while a certain mentally challenged person was still "going crazy" in the cafeteria, as if he had eaten Yukihira's food, Asano Gakushu unleashed extraordinary action and secretly organized all the remaining people in Class A in the classroom.

They closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and even temporarily sealed the inner windows with exam papers to prevent anyone outside from seeing anything inside the classroom. All the chairs were moved to block the doorway in case someone suddenly broke in.

The only remaining teacher's podium was moved to the center of the classroom, and on top of the podium stood Asano Gakushu.

Looking at the A-class students who surrounded him, Asano Manabu began his monologue in a sorrowful yet proud tone:

"Gentlemen! Today, we stand here! We stand on the land of Class A! We stand on the land of Class A, this land that our predecessors irrigated with their sweat and dignity!"

Before me stood a class, a class groaning in humiliation!

Ever since that person arrived, our class has lost its pride! Those academic underachievers ride roughshod over us, trampling on our dignity at will.

Tell me, would you choose to be a freedom fighter like Benjamin Martin, or a slave?!

You might say: Asano-kun, all I need is a quiet place to study, a chair, and a few books.

Yes, you're absolutely right, learning is indeed very important. But I want to tell you, there's something in this world more important than learning: freedom! That's dignity!

As long as that guy remains in Class A's classroom, our dignity will not exist!

As long as that guy continues to run rampant in our class, our dignity will never exist!

As long as this class called Class A is torn apart and weakened, our dignity will cease to exist!

Our dignity vanishes whenever people from other classes chuckle contemptuously when they mention "Class A" in conversation!

What we need is not a quiet classroom! But a learning space! A classroom-wide learning space! This learning space will not be achieved through begging and silent endurance, but through iron and blood!

When others bully us, even the weakest class tramples on us, and we just remain silent, those people have no backbone!

Such people are despicable! We should make the enemy tremble with a deafening protest!

We should crush their dignity and intelligence with our superior deviation scores! Let them know we are not a bunch of cowards who only know how to endure!

Remember this: a class that only knows how to silently endure is a spineless class! When our dignity, classroom, and learning space are trampled upon, those who don't know how to protest, those who don't know how to take action to change things, we don't need them! You will eventually abandon them too!

I'm proud to be among you. People with such backbone are few and far between!

Before me stands a legion that has inherited the honor of being an outstanding student of the past! This honor was once carried forward and glorified by our predecessors, who never yielded!

Now, they're surging inside our bodies, tell me. Do you want them to be defiled?!

There are two things that can unite people: a shared ideal and a shared crime.

We have a great ideal engraved on the flag of Class A, and we will shed our last drop of blood for this ideal!

In Class A today, nothing can save our class except this ideal!

Allowing that foreign transfer student into Class A is a tremendous disgrace! We have the resolve and the reasons to refuse to comply! Do what you want!

Just like Benjamin Martin picked up a gun, just like he led his compatriots to bravely fight the enemy while holding high the banner of freedom!

If you desire to fight, then fight! Then I will be able to see whether you are thirty slaves or thirty steadfast, top-performing students of Class A!

If that day ever comes, I, Asano Gakushu, will also be like Benjamin Martin, holding high the banner that belongs to our Class A and charging to the forefront!

We unite in the name of honor! We fight for a new, fair school! We fight for everyone to have access to education! We fight for those who disturb our learning to get out of Class A's classroom!

Fight for our dignity! Fight for our promise! Fight for the liberation of this class! Class A students, we fight for the glory of our predecessors! We fight so that our younger schoolmates can proudly proclaim: We are the most outstanding students who never give up!

Long live my classmates, Class A and all its students! Long live glory!

"Long live!" "Long live!" "Long live!"

So, before class that afternoon, at the call of class monitor Asano Gakushu, all the school's top talents gathered together.

With the fervent support of the entire Class A (except for Simo), and the strong backing of all the teachers, the efficient school administration approved the students' petition in just ten minutes. A gratifying announcement then resounded throughout the entire school: "Simo Finigan, formerly of Class 3-A, student ID: 0..."

Due to serious violations of school rules and disruption of classroom discipline, the Academic Affairs Office has decided to transfer the student to Class 3-e, effective immediately!

At this moment, Asano Gakushu felt immense joy and happiness. He could finally say goodbye to that mentally challenged man (finally, Dad was his own dad again!). Sitting in the broadcasting room, he even wanted to go back to the classroom to see Simo's astonished face.

However, he didn't know that even if he rushed back now, he wouldn't be able to see Ximo anymore, because after hearing the broadcast, Ximo immediately used the excuse that "Class A is no longer my protected area" to leave early.

When Xuexiu rushed back to the classroom, Ximo had already escaped the chaotic situation and was leisurely walking home, his face practically screaming "all plan worked!"

Simo casually tossed a book titled "My Struggle" that he had hidden in his bag into the trash can. Having used up a lot of magic power today, Simo stretched and yawned: "Indeed, bewitching spells consume a lot of mental energy!"

Exhausted, Mr. Seamus decided to go home and rest properly. Of course, the way he rested had to be a little particular, such as watching anime.