The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

Seeing that Simo was gradually coming back to his senses, Nagisa Shiota sighed almost imperceptibly again, then turned and left.

"Huh? Nagisa, where are you going?" Ximo quickly followed.

"Of course I'm going to find our classroom. I don't want to be late tomorrow morning because I got lost." Nagisa Shiota rolled his eyes at him, which was really going to be a disaster for Mr. Seamus.

Mr. Simo stood there, silently looking at Nagisa Shiota's back and sighing: Nagisa, do you have to be so seductive? Mr. Simo felt that he was about to lose control. He didn't want to be gay. You know, gay people are not halal at all. If Muslin found out, people would die.

Just then, Nagisa Shiota suddenly turned around angrily: "Hurry up and catch up, you idiot!"

Although it was only those few words, Simo clearly understood the subtext of "How much longer are you going to make me wait?" In an instant, his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

【It's you, my little angel! I'll die for you! How can we date if we're different genders!】 Mr. Seamus made up his mind. First, he would hold hands, then hug, and finally go all the way. He was determined to win over his little angel. Nothing could stop him anymore!

It seemed to be Mr. Seymour's imagination, but the moment he made up his mind, Shiota's face turned a mixture of happiness, anger, and some confusion.

27. The Wrath of the Little Angel Shiota

Ashford Academy has 2000 students and staff (including 100 teachers) (not including the 38 newly enrolled RB students this year (including Mr. Seamus and Little Angel Shiota)), yet it covers 50 hectares and includes two football fields, six basketball courts, four tennis courts, a racetrack, three city sports facilities (one of which is a swimming pool), six academic buildings, a chapel (Mr. Seamus plans to renovate its dome sometime), and a separate student council building. Of course, there are many other ancillary facilities, but Mr. Seamus doesn't want to waste time listing those small indoor areas of only one or two thousand square meters.

Why am I saying all this?

Just to illustrate, Mr. Seamus, who has detailed information about Ashford, actually knows exactly where his class, Class 1-F, is, but he just won't say.

Seeing the little angel sweating profusely, anxiously searching, wanting to ask passersby for directions but too afraid to speak upon discovering the person was a Britannian devil, was so funny and adorable.

Mr. Simo was unaware that the little angel actually knew where the classroom was, but in order not to arouse Simo's suspicion, he had to pretend that he didn't know.

This made the little angel's performance very difficult and tiring. He could have made a living based on his looks, but he had to use his acting skills in front of Ximo.

So here's the question: Just how much does Mr. Seamus, who's been watching the show with a smug look on his face, actually resent in the little angel's eyes right now?

Mr. Simo was unaware that while he was admiring the beautiful scenery of Nagisa Shiota, the other party was already anxiously contemplating murder.

Seeing that the little angel was in an awkward situation (actually: he was about to explode), Mr. Seamus stepped in at the right time to save him. Then, under the little angel's grateful (and man-eating) gaze, he pointed to a notice board covered with papers not far away and said, "Why don't we go take a look there? If it's for new students, there must be notices and guidelines."

Shioda's face suddenly turned bright red (from anger). Why hadn't she thought of such an excuse earlier? She had wasted so much energy acting. And Ximo, you idiot, why didn't you come and remind her sooner!

In Simo's eyes, it seemed that the little angel Shiota was embarrassed and annoyed that she hadn't discovered this simple method sooner, and her little face, as red as an apple, was really cute.

Faced with such delicious food, how could Mr. Seamus not flirt a little? "Eh? Nagisa, your face is so red?"

"Is that so?" The little angel was a little unsure why Ximo was asking this suddenly.

"I'm sorry to have made you ask around all by yourself. You must be tired," Mr. Ximo said gently and affectionately, his eyes filled with tenderness.

If it weren't for a sudden jolt, little angel Shioda would have succumbed. Thinking about his two mistakes today (he couldn't help but hug Ximo because he was too immersed in the role), he panicked a little: "It's okay, it's nothing."

"You're all sweaty, let me wipe it for you." Mr. Seamus pulled out a handkerchief! Mr. Seamus seized the opportunity! Mr. Seamus created a chance!

The little angel, Shiota, frantically tried to dodge, but there wasn't much room to hide in that small space, and with so many people watching, some tactics couldn't be used: "Hey! Don't do that, everyone's watching!"

Mr. Seamus stopped, and the little angel thought that Seamus still had some sense of shame. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Seamus spoke again: "Indeed, we can't let them see such a good-looking scene between two cross-dressers for nothing. Don't worry, after I wipe your sweat, I'll go find them and charge them. 100 for a glance, 1000 for a photo."

Little Angel Shioda could hardly believe her ears. What was this idiot just saying? Charging? 100? 1000? What did he take her for?

Shioda the little angel had suspected that Simo was deliberately teasing him. You see, every time Simo's memories were altered, the first thing Simo would do when he got back to his original state was to provoke him in various ways.

It's like a child bullying someone they like to get their attention. Shiota, the little angel, has experienced this many times and was already mentally prepared. The sigh he let out after altering Ximo's memories was because he had already foreseen a similar scene would happen.

But the little angel never expected this to happen so quickly, and damn it! No matter how much she prepared herself or how much she warned herself not to be fooled, as long as she couldn't let go of him, she had no choice but to fall into the trap!

That damn idiot! That shameless bastard! He must have done it on purpose! But the worst part is that the little angel has no other choice!

Seeing Simo running up to the Brittany student and demanding money while the student stared blankly at him, Shiota ran over, grabbed the student's hand, and dragged him away.

The little angel Shioda was so ashamed he couldn't lift his head. He didn't dare to turn around, partly because he was afraid of wasting time escaping the scene, and partly because he was afraid that if he saw Ximo's smug smile, he wouldn't be able to resist whipping him!

In fact, the little angel's worries were justified; Simo's face was practically beaming with joy.

After running about 2 kilometers, Nagisa Shiota stopped, out of breath. Mr. Shimo looked at the old school building in front of him in surprise. Wasn't this the classroom of Class 1-F?

Although Ashford School was forced to enroll 38 RB students according to the student population ratio due to the Governor's request, it was decided, for safety and other reasons, to form a separate class for these students and hold classes in the old school building, far from the main school building.

This way, aside from rest time and going to and from school, RBA students won't have many opportunities to interact with Brittany students, thus avoiding conflicts between the two groups.

[Could this be a coincidence?] Simo felt that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

You know, Shiota's luck has always been amazing. Sometimes, Simo even wonders if Shiota is truly an angel, her luck is just off the charts. She can win a three-day hot spring trip voucher just by randomly drawing lots at the supermarket. She's practically loved by the world. Let's just say it's just another stroke of good fortune from the little angel.

"Of course, his greatest fortune was meeting me." Mr. Seamus added shamelessly to himself.

Little did they know that the little angel was thinking: if I still had the strength, the first thing I would do is strangle this idiot, and if all else fails, I can just go through another cycle of reincarnation!

However, Mr. Seamus did not understand such advanced magic techniques as mind reading.

So Mr. Seymour inadvertently exclaimed, "Wow! Nagisa, you're amazing! You managed to run all the way to the classroom even with your head down!"

Like adding fuel to the fire, Shioda stopped panting, straightened her back, and glared angrily at Ximo: "You knew all along!"

"Well, well~" Mr. Ximo consciously activated his skill of tilting his eyes upward at a 45-degree angle.

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28. Mr. Seamus's Misunderstanding

The old school building had worn-out wooden floors that creaked underfoot with every step, and the windows along the corridors were old and covered with a thick layer of dust. If a timid person came here at night, they might get a lot of fright.

Of course, there are some commendable aspects here, such as the lighting and the unusually high per capita floor space (there is only one class in the entire three-story building), etc.

Mr. Seamus followed behind Shiota, clutching his stomach, his face twitching every now and then. He wasn't unaware that "if you don't court death, you won't die," but he still couldn't resist doing it. Who could blame him when the little angel looked so adorable when he angrily attacked?

Together with Shiota, Simo slowly climbed the stairs. The classroom was the first one on the left on the third floor. This made Mr. Simo wonder to himself, "There's only one class here, why is it located on the third floor?"

"Are all the people in the academic affairs office idiots?" Simo cursed at him while explaining the reason to the little angel.

It turns out that, in light of the high obesity rate among Brittany students in recent years, those inhumane guys in the academic affairs office have introduced a new initiative this year.

The original words they used to explain to the student council president were: "Because the average weight of students has been seriously excessive in recent years, and the obesity rate is still quite high, in order to encourage students to exercise more, the academic affairs office has specially arranged higher floors for the freshmen so that they can climb more stairs, lose weight, and improve their physique."

Look how people-oriented, down-to-earth, and close to life this idea is!

Mr. Seamus could imagine how delighted Millie, known for her pranks, would be to hear such a suggestion from her subordinates.

Of course, if Mr. Seamus hadn't been punched in the stomach, he would have applauded the academic affairs office as well.

With Mr. Seymour's discerning eye, he could tell at a glance that this was the kind of thing that only someone whose perspective was determined by their own position could come up with. What did he, the Brittany fat man, have to do with us, the group of numbered skinny men?

It's like in a country where there's only one fat person and everyone else is thin, one day the fat person suddenly says he's going to lose weight, and everyone wants to follow his example and lose weight with him.

In fact, Mr. Ximo didn't mind at all. After all, it's several kilometers from the school gate to here, and climbing stairs is no big deal for a combat expert.

And isn't it funny to see a bunch of trash panting and looking so pathetic? But it's not funny when Mr. Seamus himself looks like that.

As the saying goes, "He who first started this practice, will he have no descendants?"

The blame lies with the little angel for being too rough; how could he just punch his stomach like that? Now, every heavy step he takes up on these stairs feels like it's going to kill Mr. Seamus.

Looking at Mr. Ximo's sallow little face, the little angel Shioda suddenly felt a sense of exhilaration, as if she had turned the tables and become the master of her own destiny.

Ah, this long-lost feeling of joy!

Thinking of this, Shioda continued climbing without looking back. Mr. Ximo, who had just noticed that the other person had turned around, quickly wiped his sweat. It was so tiring, having to pretend that he was in pain and in great discomfort.

eh?

It turns out Mr. Seamus was faking it all. If he hadn't pretended, if he hadn't felt pain or discomfort, how could he have appeased the little angel who had punched him? And if the little angel wasn't appeased, how could he be happy?

Should Mr. Seamus tell the little angel that his soft punch was more like a massage for Mr. Seamus than a punch?

What if the little angel finds out the truth and stops hitting him? Then Mr. Seamus wouldn't be able to enjoy it anymore.

So, with Mr. Simo's "painful" expression, the little angel Shiota walked in front, while Simo followed behind with faltering steps, climbing the stairs one step at a time.

Mr. Simon said the little angel's back view and leg shape were very nice, but next time he could climb a little slower. How could we not enjoy such a beautiful view for a little longer?

Why say next time? Because no matter how much Simo dawdled, he still made it to the finish line.

Perhaps because only one classroom in the entire building was occupied, Simo and Nagisa, standing outside the door, found the place unusually quiet.

Of course, it's more likely that the long trek caused these lazy students to lie on their desks and cosplay as corpses.

So it's understandable that when Simo and Shiota opened the classroom door, they saw a scene that made their eyes twitch.

Of course, there were also some energetic guys chatting, like that red-haired swordsmith who looks familiar? And the sister-obsessed guy next to him, you seem pretty free?

Mr. Seamus quickly looked around the classroom several more times and, sure enough, made another new discovery.

"Hey! You next to the red-haired Emiya, the one with the blue seaweed head lying down, yes, I'm talking to you, Shinji Matou, why aren't you at home playing with your sister? Does your old man know you're here?"

"And those two white-haired siblings by the window! Kasugano Sora, wow, you just got back from Germany and you're already so eager to go see an orthopedic doctor again?"

"Hey you by the back door, you scheming bitch pretending to be innocent, stop giving your brother all the perks, Takanashi Shusuke's nose is practically bleeding dry!"

Mr. Seymour suddenly realized that in such a small classroom with such a small number of people, there were actually quite a few members of the amalgam group.

If ordinary people weren't still the majority, Mr. Seamus would have thought that this sister-obsessed guy wanted to open a branch at Ashford Academy.

"Yo, Simo~" The sister-obsessed guy came over to say hello, and for some reason, seeing that smiling face made Mr. Simo want to punch him.

Aren't you afraid of being "beheaded" for being the head of your organization here? Do you think Leonard doesn't have the ambition and ability to usurp the throne?

If he sells your coordinates to Brittany, and they launch a long-range laser-guided sweep, I don't care if you die, but I don't want to scare my little angel.

Most importantly, how could the funds from an organized, collaborative embezzlement operation possibly compare to the profits from one person taking it all for themselves?

Damn it, didn't we agree that this time the labor and management would act alone?

As Kosaka, the sister-obsessed siscon, walked over with a forced smile, Simo tried to find an excuse to get rid of the little angel, only to suddenly realize that the little angel was not by his side!

It turns out the little angel was brought here by someone. What are those two men with ill intentions up to?

Mr. Seamus suddenly tensed up, and a thought flashed through his mind in an instant: Could this be a trap set by this siscon?

The thought had barely crossed his mind for a second when Ximo found his body moving on its own. He took a few steps to catch up, first pushing away the scumbag who was "holding" the little angel hostage, and then pulling him tightly into his arms.

"If you want to harm Nagisa, you'll have to ask me for permission first!"

29. Did you really think I wrote 28 chapters of homoerotic content?

As soon as he entered the classroom, Nagisa Shiota noticed two piercing gazes immediately fixed on him.

Following the path of his gaze, Nagisa Shiota unexpectedly spotted two familiar faces. In fact, given a choice, Nagisa would very much rather not have encountered them in this situation—Tadakuni and Hidenori.