The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

With her tall figure, golden hair, and light blue eyes, Lelouch might have called her a beauty if her hands had been more still.

Amidst the envious gazes of the girls, Millie Ashford, the school bully and student council president known as the Demon King in the eyes of the teachers, treated Lelouch's cheeks like a baby, wantonly playing with them and kneading them into all sorts of funny faces.

"Sigh, why is it so hard to make you smile?"

"Stop, you super-strong woman!" Lelouch struggled and tried to resist, but sadly found that his strength was no match for hers.

Mire's power on campus is unmatched, not even by Lelouch's, not only because she has the surname of an earl, not only because she is the granddaughter of the school's chairman, which is deeply appreciated by all the teachers, not only because she is Lelouch's cousin, but also because of her unparalleled strength by Lelouch's standards.

However, it is precisely because of the cousin relationship that the girls around her only feel envy and not jealousy. Not to mention that Mirei is a school bully, they would be crazy to cause trouble for their future sister-in-law.

Of course, if any other girl dared to do that, the only response would be: "Burn that little bitch!"

However, being able to see Lelouch's helpless expression is a great happiness in life.

However, just as the girls were either secretly admiring themselves or secretly taking out their phones to capture the scene, an energetic and cute voice rang out at the most inopportune moment: "President, everyone's watching! Please, be mindful! And Lulu is very unhappy!"

Although the big-eyed girl with long orange hair spoke somewhat haltingly out of fear of the guild master's overwhelming power, it sounded like heavenly music to Lelouch's ears: "Well said, Shirley! Stop this Angorboda! The giantess from Norse mythology!"

In response to this blatant provocation, Mirei raised an eyebrow and unconsciously increased the pressure on her hand.

"How dare Lelouch, a mere bastard, mock me! I can't give birth to Fenrir and Hela!"

Seeing Lelouch pleading for help and Millie's escalating aggression, Shirley could no longer care about anything else and rushed forward to pull Millie's hands away, only to find that even the two of them combined were no match for Millie.

Just then, a blue-haired boy ran into the classroom: "President, something bad has happened! Carlos and the numbered students are causing trouble at the school gate! You'd better go and see!"

Upon hearing this, Mireille finally released her hands. Lelouch felt a sense of relief, but also realized that his cheeks were throbbing with pain.

"Hmph, I'll let you off this time. And this must be Shari Finette, right?" After saying that, Mireille looked her over with interest. The look in her eyes made Shari feel like she was being watched by a hunter, and she instantly tensed up.

Unexpectedly, Mirei suddenly turned around: "Rival, let's go check the door!"

Watching Mireille's departing figure, and seeing Rival secretly make a hand gesture behind his back, Lelouch silently thanked his mischievous friend for his timely help, while also gently rubbing his cheeks, which had been pinched painfully by Mireille.

The last time I was "tortured" like this was in my mother's Aries house, and the person who did it was also a woman, also surnamed Ashford or her own surname. I was also powerless to resist because it was my mother. The scene just now was so similar.

Although he had somewhat forgotten why his mother was angry that time due to the passage of time, Lelouch still couldn't help but wonder deep down, "Are all the women in the Ashford family monsters?"

Although classifying his mother as a monster might be a bit much, Lelouch couldn't care less. His only consolation was that Nunnally, who inherited Ashford's genes, didn't inherit the Ashford surname, nor did she inherit the superhuman strength of Ashford women. That was truly wonderful.

"Lulu, are you alright?"

Lost in his memories, Lelouch was suddenly startled to realize that there was a restless girl standing in front of him.

"Oh, thank you so much just now, Finette!"

The girl seemed a little awkward. "If you don't mind, you can just call me Shirley."

"Yes, thank you, Shirley."

Meanwhile, the girls around them realized what an opportunity they had missed because they were afraid of President Mirei's tyranny, which made them extremely regretful.

14. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; otherwise, you'll serve your life in prison.

The room was dimly lit, with the only light source being a strong glare shining directly into the eyes.

Because of the scene they caused at the school gate, Shimo and Nagisa Shiota were invited by the student council to have morning tea.

Although it's supposed to be a tea-drinking activity, there's absolutely no tea-drinking atmosphere here, and what's worse is:

"Hey! You there? Where are the snacks?" Simo glared at the blond man in front of him with displeasure.

Simo was initially delighted when the golden retriever in front of him said he wanted tea. Brittany's cuisine is inherited from England, and traditional dishes consist of potatoes and fish and chips, potatoes and potatoes, fish and chips. As for stargazing, that's basically just fish and chips in disguise.

The only decent thing about British cuisine is the afternoon tea pastries, although Simo doesn't really like desserts. Seriously, he wasn't looking forward to coffee pudding or anything like that.

But Golden Retriever! You didn't even offer Grandpa Simo a glass of water, isn't that a bit too much?

"Hey, do you even know what 'inviting someone for tea' means?!" The blond guy sitting opposite didn't say anything, but the blue-haired monkey standing to the side impatiently slapped the table, trying to get Ximo's attention.

"You bastard, who are you calling a blue-haired monkey?"

"Huh? Did I accidentally blurt out my true feelings again?"

Seeing the little angel Chaotian nod timidly beside him, Ximo realized that he had fallen into his old habit again: "I'm sorry, blue-haired monkey, I promise I will only think it in my heart next time and will not say it out loud, believe me."

"I can't even think about it! Besides, you said it again, didn't you?"

The blue-haired guy seemed even angrier?

This puzzled Simo. He had already apologized, so why was the blue-haired monkey still angry? He really didn't understand. If he didn't want to think about it, he shouldn't. To be honest, she wasn't some kind of beauty. Thinking about a blue-haired monkey all day long was kind of weird to Simo.

Just then, Simo realized that his pocket was being pulled hard, and Nagisa Shiota was anxiously giving Simo a meaningful look.

"Huh? Shiota, my little angel, why are you keeping pulling on my pants? Even though it's dark, it's still daytime, and there are other people around. By the way, when did you become so proactive?"

"It's not what you think." The little angel Shioda pointed at a blue-haired guy, looking like he was about to cry. Only then did Ximo realize that the blue-haired monkey had the potential to evolve into a blue-haired Saiyan. He was furious.

Could it be that he ate the drugged takeout from the Yukihira family?

Simo noticed that Nagisa Shiota's expression was becoming increasingly unpleasant, a mixture of anxiety and helplessness, as if he was about to cry... It really made her want to be bullied!

Suddenly, a thought struck Ximofu: "Did I just blurt out what was on my mind?"

Seeing the little angel Shiota nodding frantically and the blue-haired guy who looked like he was about to devour him, Mr. Ximo, unsure of what expression to use, could only instantly put on a cold, indifferent face. But he muttered to himself almost inaudibly, "Am I supposed to apologize to the blue-haired guy and say, 'Sorry, I'm just too outspoken'? How embarrassing! I'd better not. Besides, the blue-haired monkey doesn't seem like a monkey who cares about his pride. You really can't be too honest, or you'll run into problems."

"Who would boast about their honesty like that! You must be doing this on purpose." Lival was furious. This guy named Simo had been pretending to be crazy. He didn't believe that anyone could be so "straightforward".

Meanwhile, Nagisa Shiota, who was sitting to the side, couldn't hold back any longer. He covered his face helplessly because Shimo had just spoken his mind again. Although the student council president hadn't said much so far, only looking at them with an interesting gaze, the other student council secretary was clearly about to explode.

If someone had told him that he was expelled by the student council on the first day of school, Nagisa Shiota would not have believed it at all. After all, even schools in Brittany have to follow the rules on the surface, right?

But now Nagisa Shiota has no doubts whatsoever, because with Simo, the "best sixth man," there are truly all sorts of "miracles" that can happen.

The explosion in the morning even alarmed the police station. If the student council president hadn't forcefully used the power of the school to suppress it and told the police that it was just a prank, thankfully no one was injured. Perhaps Nagisa Shiota and Shimo would be picking up soap in the detention center right now instead of playing house in the student council office.

That's right. Although the student council president had jokingly invited him and Simo to "have tea" and deliberately set up a scene like interrogating a criminal in a crime drama, Nagisa Shiota knew that the other party didn't mean any harm. Otherwise, he would have just had the police take them away.

But that was before Seamus offended the student council members.

Looking at the still calm Simo, Nagisa Shiota thought with deep regret, how could he have been so foolish as to believe him?

Such statements as "Studying humanities won't save the people of Japan; only science and engineering offer a way out," and "Brittania's strength lies in its technology; its strength lies in the fact that if we steal their technology, we can learn from them and use it to our advantage."

Looking back now, Nagisa Shiota feels even more strongly that he was definitely not normal back then. He was completely blinded by the slogan of "Expel the foreigners and restore our Yamato" by Simo!

Besides, even if the Ashford family head, who once owned the property rights to a noble high school in the Brittany colony, did so six years ago, under the third generation of Gainemid, the current Brittany's active member is the fifth generation Sunderland.

It's not a technical university in Brittany, so how could it possibly have the most cutting-edge scientific and technological information?

Not to mention, after offending both the aristocratic students and the student council, it's hard to say whether they can even stay at the school if Ashford expels them...

I wonder if I'll be able to transfer to Hidenori and Tadakuni's school to continue my studies. Nagisa Shiota prayed silently.

Because there is an even worse possibility: that he and Simo will not be able to continue their studies. After all, he had previously attended a school in Brittany, and in the eyes of his "compatriots," he might have become a traitor who worships foreign things.

If such a thing really happens, he will have no choice but to step directly into "society" with Simo. What will he do then? Will he have to become a waiter in the Tower of Babel like those pretty female students?

No, things haven't gotten that bad yet.

Nagisa Shiota suddenly realized that the most important person still hadn't spoken!

Although the secretary is furious and is desperately trying to persuade the student council president to expel Simo, Simo hasn't offended the student council president. If he can get past the student council president, there might still be hope!

15. Everything must comply with the Basic Halal Law.

Seeing Shiota Nagisa suddenly tense up, looking as if facing a formidable enemy, Shimo almost burst out laughing, but she couldn't; she had to hold it in. If the information from "Dr. Tobita" was correct, they had now reached a crucial stage in the plan.

As expected, under the watchful eyes of Shiota, Rival, and Simo, Mirei, sitting at the **official's seat, which was actually the student council's desk, spoke up: "May I ask why you used this liquid bomb?"

The moment that "for the time being" left his lips, Rival's face turned pale, while hope rekindled in Nagisa's eyes, and he eagerly spoke up: "It's like this, President Mirei, because that guy misunderstood us as..."

Nagisa Shiota had to speak before Shimo could, absolutely not letting that guy open his mouth, or who knows what would happen!

Nagisa Shiota decided to first state the facts: how the wicked Breton nobleman had taken advantage of a woman's appearance and committed such a heinous act. Then, he would explain how helpless and uneasy the two girls, mistaken for girls, were surrounded by the wicked Breton nobleman. Next, he would admit his mistake by taking rather aggressive self-defense measures due to excessive concern for his safety, bow his head, and express his deepest apologies for the fright he had caused the Breton students. He would strive to obtain a positive evaluation and then downplay the incident by writing a written apology. This is the standard template for how students in East Asia should handle their mistakes.

However, Nagisa Shiota's idea was good, but Simo was never one to play by the rules. And most importantly, although he had spent a year in Japan and learned a lot about the advanced capitalist culture, Nagisa Shiota seemed to have forgotten one thing: Simo came from Afghanistan, a place known as the desert of Central Asia and the graveyard of imperialism.

What does Afghanistan produce in abundance?

"Of course it's because he's not halal enough!"

"Huh?" 3

So surprised was he interrupted Nagisa Shiota's carefully crafted speech with just one sentence.

The other three people present stared blankly at Ximo, completely baffled as to why he would suddenly utter such a statement.

Suddenly realizing something, Rival's face turned horrified. He grabbed Mirei's arm: "Guild Master, it's dangerous! You go quickly! I'll cover your retreat!"

Mireille, nearly falling off her seat from the tug, angrily slapped Rival away, saying, "You idiot, what are you doing all of a sudden?"

Lival, wincing and clutching his hand in pain, said nervously, "Master, this is halal! We don't even know if he's Shia, Sunni, Taliban, or Isis. He might even be a fundamentalist. What if he suddenly pulls out a bomb?"

Mirei glared at Rival, that idiot. Hadn't the police already searched them? How could there be more? If there were, she wouldn't have been able to protect Simo and Shiota Nagisa under the police's noses, especially with the noble second-generation Carlos watching them like a hawk.

Ignoring Rival's antics, Mirei stared curiously at Simo: "Why isn't Carlos halal?"

“Because he extended his left hand to me,” Seamus replied calmly.

This answer still leaves people confused and baffled.

"Just because of this?" If Simo had previously given Rival the impression of a dangerous individual, then now, in Rival's eyes, Simo was a perverted and dangerous individual with opposing tendencies.

“Of course, according to the doctrine, the left hand is unclean, and Satan’s right hand is noble, belonging to Allah. We usually eat with our right hand, and we also use our right hand to serve tea to guests. How dare that demon named Carlos touch my right hand with his left hand, which is used for throwing garbage, washing his hands, and washing his feet? That’s not halal at all!” Simon said with conviction, his indignant appearance making it impossible not to believe him.

Just because of that?

Nagisa Shiota felt a sense of relief. Although it was a bit unreliable, it was good if he could get away with it by using religious rituals.

Rival was still somewhat skeptical, and at the same time, he noticed something suspicious: "Wait, I remember the eyewitness report said that you reached out to Carlos first. Didn't you deliberately lure Carlos into extending his left hand to you?"

"Yes, that's right, I reached out first. But I extended my right hand."

Simo then began to give a lengthy account of Islamic rituals, citing numerous instances in Sahih Bukhari and Sahih Abdawood of visitors shaking hands with the Prophet Muhammad.

For example, for Muslims, the hand gesture has a very important meaning. For instance, after the Eid prayer, the celebration begins, and everyone gives a hand gesture to those around them.

The two families harbored deep-seated resentment. After mediation, they reconciled and used their traditional customs to symbolize the end of past grievances by holding a wedding or funeral. Mullin used his traditional customs to express his heartfelt condolences.

When meeting someone who deserves special respect, such as a king or mentor, Mullin does not kneel or bow. Instead, he takes a step forward, takes the other person's hand, and kisses it to show the highest respect.

In short, Simo's intentions were good. When faced with harassment from the Brittany nobles, he "voluntarily" "lowered his posture" and extended his right hand to ease the conflict.