The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

"Earth-based magic can be said to be a component of all things. It is a very important type of magic."

"Without this magic, we cannot create important metals, nor can we process them. We cannot cut stones to build houses, and even harvesting crops would probably have to be done by hand. Therefore, the magic of the earth system is closely connected to our lives."

The students in the classroom listened intently, and even the tired Louise had to perk up, fearing that the kind Mrs. Sibruz might suddenly burst out and smother her with mud.

However, unlike everyone else who listened attentively with wide eyes, Simo also widened his eyes, but it was a wide-eyed stare of surprise.

Even the oldest wizarding families at Hogwarts, such as the Malfoys, know that the fundamental elements constituting the material world are particles. Atoms, composed of these fundamental particles—electrons, protons, and neutrons—are distributed periodically according to their properties.

Ever since Muggles invented the atomic bomb, no wizard has dared to underestimate their technology. Even the ancient families, who despise Muggles, have to admit that they possess the power to destroy them instantly.

Fortunately, these weapons are always controlled by humans, and if they are humans, they can be controlled by magic. This is why wizards can watch Muggles develop superweapons with a clear conscience.

If an atomic bomb cannot leave its silo, it will be nothing more than a dead object with a deterrent effect.

However, the Muggles' exploration of the technological world also opened the door to a new world for wizards, and more and more wizards began to notice the Muggles' technology.

They noticed that Muggles had accomplished in centuries what was once easily done only with magic, and that this pace of scientific research was constantly accelerating.

"Perhaps one day Muggles will be able to use technology to discover the connection between mind and matter, and the mystery of mental communication between particles. At that time, there will be no more Muggles, nor will there be any magicians, because people will eventually be no different from each other."

Seamus read this in a novel, which he considered more like a prophecy. However, because it was too far-fetched, it was banned by the Ministry of Magic. While the Muggle government didn't ban its publication, it treated it as a work of fiction, since no one except a few in power knew that the wizarding world truly existed.

But what did Simeon hear here? The four elements of fire, water, earth, and wind? Early Pythagorean theories?

The foundation of magic theory, which was established in the fifth century BC by the great prophet Empedocles of the classical era and later perfected by the even more famous master Aristotle, has dominated humankind for more than two thousand years.

In fact, Seamus learned through "Hogwarts: A History of the School"—well, actually through the all-knowing Miss Hermione—that "the founders of the great Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry actually established the school according to this idea."

“Gryffindor represents fire, Ravenclaw represents air, Hufflepuff represents earth, and Slytherin represents water. When the four elements coexist, they form a complete system. But as we all know, they are also independent of each other.”

10. What a familiar scene.

It cannot be said that the theory of the four elements is without merit. In the classical era, when our understanding was limited and constrained by observational technology, it was a finite truth. However, Simo knew that the era of the four elements would inevitably pass because humanity needed to develop.

Simo seemed to have suddenly figured something out.

It seems that magic in this world is like it was in classical times; when technology was underdeveloped, the power of magic was absolute. Now I understand a little why nobles are always so arrogant because they are magicians.

“(They spewed out arrogant words; all evildoers boast of themselves.)” Simon read softly.

Pride, indeed, knows no place or race. But Seamus knew that the glory of the pure-blood nobles would eventually fade, just like on Earth.

"What I'm showing you now is the basics of earth magic, which is alchemy. You all need to memorize it well. Some of you may have already learned it in your first year, but the basics are very important. Those who already know it need to master it even more."

Sibruz waved her little wand at the stone, still diligently attending to her lessons while Seamus pondered.

However, Seamus felt that Ms. Sybruz's teaching methods were somewhat primitive and the content of her teaching was a bit dogmatic.

Seamus saw Seabrus recite a short incantation, and the stone emitted light. When the light faded, the once plain stone had transformed into glittering metal.

"Is it yellow, gold, Ms. Sibruz?" Chuluk leaned out and asked.

“No, that’s not right. It’s just brass. Only a fourth-level mage can refine it into gold. I’m merely—” He coughed dignifiedly, “just a third-level mage.”

"Louise," Simon whispered to Louise.

"What are you doing? We're in class right now."

What's the deal with square level and triangular level?

"That refers to the number of system spells one can use. That determines a mage's level."

“What?” Louise explained to Simon in a low voice.

"For example, if you use earth magic only once, you can create a stronger spell by using fire magic on top of that."

"Those who can use two layers of magic, like fire and earth, are called second-tier. Westbrook can use earth, earth, and water. Those who can use three layers of magic are called triangular."

"I see, permutations and combinations?" Simo understood; this was indeed a theory inherited from Empedocles.

“If there are two layers of magic, then this system will be even stronger,” Louise carefully explained to Seamus.

"I see. So the teacher giving the lectures there is a Triangle-level mage, an extremely powerful one. Is that right?"

"exactly."

"So how many types can Louise use?"

Louise suddenly fell silent.

Before Simon could even wonder what was going on, he heard Ms. Sibruz's voice. It turned out that she had seen him talking so quietly.

"Miss Valier!"

"Yes, yes!"

"Please be mindful of your speech during class!"

"Feel sorry."

"If you have some free time to chat, then give it a try!"

"Huh? I'll do it?"

“Yes. Turn these stones into the metal you desire!” Louise didn’t stand up, but hesitated as if she was having a hard time.

"You've been called on. Hurry up and go over there." Simo urged. You see, since the end of the first month of first grade, apart from those classes that didn't require magic, Simo had never enjoyed the privilege of being called on by the teacher to demonstrate magic in front of everyone, even if he succeeded by chance.

Because nobody knows whether he might cause a huge explosion in the next moment.

Of course, more importantly, with Miss Granger around, how could the Gryffindor boys possibly get to do something as good as adding points to the school's score in class?

“Miss Valier! What happened?” Sibruz called out again.

The red-haired girl said, puzzled, "Teacher!"

“What? Miss Zeppelster.”

“I think it’s better not to do that. It’s too dangerous,” Zerupster said decisively. Everyone in the classroom nodded, except for Seamus, Louise, and Ms. Sybruz.

"Danger? What's going on?"

"Is this your first time teaching Louise?"

"Yes. But I've heard that Louise is very diligent. So, Miss Valier, please don't mind coming over! You'll achieve nothing if you're afraid of failure."

“Louise, you should probably give up.” Zeppelster said, his face pale.

But Louise stood up and said firmly, "I will."

So, Louise walked nervously but without any politeness towards the classroom. At that moment, Simo realized that Louise was different from the Louise he had seen before; that stubborn expression felt strangely familiar to Simo.

Standing beside Louise, Sibruz smiled and said, "Miss Valier, deeply imprint the metal you want to forge in your mind."

Louise nodded sweetly, waved her wand, and her lips moved in time with the incantation. Louise Simon felt a unique kind of cuteness about her as she earnestly chanted the spell.

Bathed in the morning light streaming through the window, Louise's peach-colored hair shone exceptionally brightly. Her eyes were like jewels, amber in color. Her skin was snow-white, and her small nose exuded an air of nobility.

[If she were a little gentler and had a bit more breasts, she would be perfect. It's such a shame, no matter how cute she is, that personality, that violence, is unacceptable.] Ximo thought to himself.

But contrary to Seamus's opinion, for some reason, the students sitting in the front all hid under their chairs. Did they not want to see the adorable Louise?

So it seems Louise isn't very popular. Is being called Zero a sign of contempt or disrespect? Looking around, there isn't a single girl as lovely as Louise. The only one who can compare to her is that Zeppelin.

Louise closed her eyes, chanted a short incantation, and swung her wand downwards. Instantly, the table and stones exploded, and Simon's eyes widened in shock.

Caught in the whirlwind, Louise and Mr. Sybruz were thrown against the blackboard, letting out cries of pain.

The startled familiars scattered. Zerupst's fire lizard was jolted awake from its dream, angrily spitting fire from its mouth. Mantekoa took flight, smashing through the classroom window and flying out. The large snake that had been spying from the hole slithered in, devouring a crow that belonged to an unknown person.

The screams for help in the classroom turned into a huge commotion. Chuluk stood up and pointed at Louise.

"That's why I said that. What's the point of having her come here!"

"Get Valier out of school right now!"

"Oh no, my Lakeki has been eaten by a snake! Lakeki!"

Simo was stunned; the scene before him felt so familiar!

11. Seamus: I've already seen the ending.

The scene was in chaos, and Ms. Sibruz lay motionless on the ground, her occasional twitches indicating that she was not dead.

Louise, now as black as coal, slowly stood up. Her clothes were tattered; her top was torn, revealing her delicate shoulders, and her skirt was ripped, exposing her fair thighs.

Even so, Miss Louise was not flustered at all; she didn't even care about the huge commotion in the classroom, which was truly remarkable.

Simo wasn't referring to the explosion Louise caused, but rather her mindset. You see, the last time he triggered a "clothes-ripping spell"—no, an "explosion spell"—the girls' piercing screams nearly shattered Simo's eardrums; they were completely unlike Louise, so elegant and composed.

Surrounded by ruins, ignoring the wails and complaints, disregarding the pain and curses, the beautiful girl stood proudly as if she were at the center of the world, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the coal off her face, and said calmly, "It seems I made a slight mistake."

Simo finally understood why he had been so attracted to Louise the moment he saw her—her lonely yet stubborn personality. At that moment, Simo felt the greatest joy in his life.

They are the same kind of people.

However, the students around him clearly did not agree with Simo's strange aesthetic views, and they naturally launched a fierce counterattack.

"How can this be just a little bit, Louise Zero?"

"Isn't the probability of success always zero?"

Well, at least Simo now understands why Louise is called "Louise Zero".

"Get Valier expelled from school immediately!" Chuluk proposed again, and everyone agreed in the face of the harsh reality.

"Louise Zero, get out of here!"

"Drop out of school immediately!"

"Quiet! Whether Miss Valier can stay at the school is not something you students can decide." Ms. Sibrutz woke up, but her words did not quell the students' anger.

Because of the explosion, the students no longer seemed to fear the professor's authority and magic. Montmorency stood up and said, "Madam, are you still going to cover this up?"

"If we continue to indulge Louise like this, one day we will be killed by her explosion!"

"Can you take responsibility for a nobleman being killed in a school?"

"Look here! Look at these ruins!"

Ms. Sibruz was speechless, a hint of pain and fear flashing across her relaxed face. The responsibility for the death of a noble student was indeed not something she could bear.

Louise noticed this, and she whispered to Ms. Sibruz, "Madam, I'm sorry, I know you mean well, but I'll take responsibility for this. I'll speak to the principal..."