The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

45. There are some skills that experienced drivers will never teach to their apprentices.

Tabasa is a three-nothing, everyone knows that. He's speechless, heartless, and expressionless; to anyone who looks at him, he seems like someone who's neither loved nor cared for, not even Mr. Simon in person.

"Sister, you can't do this. How can you leave a lasting impression on others like this? You need to have some personality." Ilukuku once advised Tabasa in this way, and Tabasa listened and tried to change.

At first, Tabasa tried hard to learn all kinds of scientific knowledge because in that era, when everyone around him was either a magician or an inquisitor, or a demon or a charlatan, science was the most unique and fashionable thing that only a few wise people could afford to do.

Tabasa used ample time and perseverance to transform himself into a top student, even earning the title of Great Sage, raising the average educational level of his small group, whose members were all apprentices in school, by a full two levels.

However, several hundred years later, one day science suddenly lost its appeal.

A sage? What's that? It sounds so outdated. So, the quick-thinking Miss Tabasa began searching for something new that would reflect her personality. And if that personality could resonate with that person, all the better.

This way, others will think that Tabasa and that person are a good match.

For example: a sense of humor? After conducting a series of studies on Mr. Simo, Tabasa felt he had found his direction.

So Tabasa tried to learn how to make himself appear more humorous, using someone as a benchmark. At least, that's how Tabasa defined his new personality traits.

So when Louise shook off her hand, Tabasa was a little confused. Wasn't the joke she had just told funny?

Tabasa had no idea that there was a kind of humor in the world called dry humor.

From an outsider's perspective, the exchange between Tabaça and Louise might have seemed amusing, but for Louise, the other party involved, she didn't perceive any humor or anything like that; what she sensed was a sinister malice.

If Tabasa were a big-breasted, brainless woman with long pink hair, Louise wouldn't say anything about her. After all, even the most seemingly innocent person can be quite cunning underneath.

However, Tabasa, with her light blue hair and a flat-chested figure like Louise, is not natural at all. On the contrary, she is very rational and, with her delicate face, even exudes an intellectual beauty.

But this is the kind of guy who is incredibly naive when it comes to these kinds of things. He can't distinguish between what is humor and what is dry humor, when it's appropriate to be humorous and when it's inappropriate.

If you say she's naturally naive, Louise can vouch for it; this girl does everything after careful consideration. But if you say she's cunning, then you're really wronging Tabasa.

If I had to describe it precisely, it would be that Miss Tabasa, after careful consideration, made what she thought was a very humorous joke in an attempt to ease the tension and pressure on Louise from facing her master's punishment. However, this "humorous" joke turned out to be really cold.

What is this? An unusual kind of cuteness due to a contrast? Louise couldn't help but mentally complain.

Louise knew very well that this was not Tabitha's fault. The blame should be placed on a certain stupid dragon who instilled wrong ideas in Tabitha all day long. If she hadn't used the guise of fashion and keeping up with the times to show Tabitha all sorts of messy movies, TV shows, and animations, and led Tabitha to visit A-site, Z-site, and 2ch, how could Tabitha have "gone astray"?

On the third floor, Iluku couldn't help but sneeze.

The thought of that foolish dragon girl constantly opposing her and corrupting Tabasa made Louise furious: "One day, I will clean house for my master!"

Louise was already imagining the scene of some silly little dragon lying at her feet, wailing and begging for forgiveness.

"Then you should clean yourself up first!"

However, at that moment a cold voice pierced through the room.

Louise's face instantly turned pale with fright and panic, while Tabasa beside her... Well, that's the good thing about being emotionless; you never show any embarrassment.

A dark crack opened in the ceiling before Louise and Tabaça, and a dark figure descended, its elegant blackness flamboyantly spreading out, and slowly falling with a crisp sound as the calfskin boots touched the ground.

A red ribbon was tied around her head. Although she was wearing a light yellow middle school uniform, her fierce gaze and dark circles under her eyes gave off a rebellious vibe.

The newcomer gently waved his left hand, and his long hair, which had been somewhat disheveled from falling to the ground, rose again with the crisp sound of the earrings, before neatly gathering back together.

Louise laughed awkwardly, "Hehe, Master, what brings you here?"

Although there were often some complaints behind her back, such as: "Master locked himself in his little dark room again today and started laughing strangely," or "Master proposed all sorts of outlandish reform measures today," etc., no one dared to act disrespectfully to Louise's face.

Homura grinned and laughed. Although the smile was quite beautiful given Homura's good looks, it still made Louise tremble with fear.

"Huh? Who are you? I don't remember having a disciple like you."

"Haha, Master, you're joking! I'm Louise, your lovely apprentice!" Louise tried to get away with being cute.

"Oh dear, Louise, what happened to you?" But Homura remained unmoved, and even his eyes became colder.

"It's all because of you, Master... Uh, Master, I was wrong." Louise originally wanted to remind Homura that it was she who made her and her group dress as men, but after being pulled hard by Tabasa beside her, Louise realized Homura's expression and abruptly changed her half-spoken words into an apology.

There's no other way. When faced with absolute power, especially from a powerful figure who doesn't seem to be in a good mood, it's best to honestly confess and not try to be clever.

Heaven knows how many braids this black-haired master with "ladylike" tastes had secretly observed before?

That's a technique for secretly capturing the Law of Cycles; heaven knows where she learned it! In some world, there lives a cute and elegant lady named Shirai Kuroko.

46. ​​And so Mr. Seamus's head was once again ravaged by Louise's clutches.

"Got it? Simo, this time the target is this girl." Kosaka, a die-hard siscon, pointed at a photo and kept babbling in front of Simo.

The photo shows a young girl of Japanese descent.

She was about twelve years old, with a woman, presumably her mother, leaning against her, giving a shy smile. She had fair skin and regular features; she was a very cute child.

Simo rubbed his temples, feeling that something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

What was I doing just a moment ago?

It seems I got into a conflict with someone in the classroom? Then my sister-obsessed brother came out and acted as a peacemaker, dragging me here so I could focus on the organization's mission and not cause any trouble.

Well, Mr. Seamus remembered, but the sense of unease in his memory just wouldn't go away.

"I feel like I've forgotten something? Who?" Mr. Seamus murmured absentmindedly.

This was originally just him talking to himself, but to his surprise, his sister-obsessed brother not only heard him but also answered Mr. Seamus: "Ah, right, you really forgot. You forgot to attend yesterday's mission assignment meeting!"

Before he could finish speaking, Kyosuke Kosaka raised one arm high, holding a thick stack of documents, seemingly about to hit Mr. Seymour on the head to teach this undisciplined and organized guy a lesson.

However, how could Mr. Seamus possibly let his sister-obsessed brother have his way?

His hand swiftly grabbed Kousaka Kyosuke's wrist, preventing the siscon from continuing his attack.

“I don’t recall having any notification about a meeting yesterday in my communication records.” Mr. Simon, having regained his senses, stared coldly at Kosaka.

"Huh? Is that so? Maybe I forgot to tell you," Kousaka, the siscon, lied without any embarrassment.

Mr. Seamus could clearly conclude that this bastard had never intended to inform him. As for the reason, did Mr. Gao need a reason to cause him trouble?

Simo secretly increased the pressure on his hand.

"Hey! Hey! Let go! Let go now!" Sure enough, the sister-obsessed guy couldn't take it anymore. With a cold snort, Mr. Ximo flung the sister-obsessed guy's hand to the side, along with the stack of documents that flew away.

Fortunately, the clips held it in place, preventing a complete "scattering of petals" (a Chinese idiom for something falling from the sky).

"You monster, how can you be so strong!" Kosaka, a die-hard siscon, said, clutching her bright red wrist.

Mr. Seamus gave him a disdainful look, then walked to the corner and picked up the documents on the ground.

The one at the very top is still that photo.

"Does Chidori want Idorikaname?" Mr. Seymour paid no attention to the curses uttered by the siscon beside him, and simply read the resume quietly.

ID: y37oo2

She currently lives in Tokyo, in the 11th district of Japan. She is of mixed race; her father was a high-ranking diplomat in Brittany, and her mother is Japanese. She grew up in Brittany. Due to the war, her parents divorced, and she returned to Japan with her mother, but the mother died three years ago. She has an eleven-year-old sister who lives in New York with her father.

It also recorded a lot of detailed information such as height, blood type, medical records, etc.

Simo's gaze fell on the footnote: the probability of it being a "whisperer" is 88% using imprinting statistics.

Meanwhile, Mr. Genseimo ignored him completely, and Kousaka, the sister-obsessed guy, stopped pretending to be pitiful.

When Mr. Seymour had finished looking at it, the sister-obsessed man casually asked, "So? Any questions?"

Yes, there are many.

Kosaka, seemingly oblivious to Mr. Seymour's words, spoke up: "Since there are no problems, let's talk... Huh? What did you just say?"

Honestly, the "brother complex" guy was just saying it offhand; he didn't expect Mr. Simo, who was either a Muslim or an Allahulabak, to ask any questions.

"Anything that can be solved with a bomb isn't a problem." That's the right way to think about Mr. Seamus.

"I said I have a lot of questions." Mr. Ximo repeated helplessly. Did this Kousaka siscon really think he was just a brainless idiot who could only charge around like a pig?

Kosaka, a sister-complex, looked at Mr. Seamus with a surprised expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Are you sure you don't have a fever today? Even if you come to work while sick, that pervert Leonard won't give you any extra compensation."

"Do you want to use your chrysanthemum to check my temperature?" Mr. Seamus was furious! He pulled out two lumps of clay, as if he was about to shove them into someone's body for an inward explosion.

Kyosuke Kosaka quickly took two steps back, pressing his back firmly against the wall, before daring to continue, "I was just joking with you, did you have to be like that? You really have no sense of humor... Uh, just ask me whatever you want?"

Originally, Kosaka, the siscon, was going to continue rambling on, such as listing the reasons why Mr. Simo didn't have a girlfriend, but he stopped in time after seeing Mr. Simo's increasingly dark face.

Mr. Seamus ignored his antics and then held up one finger: "First, what about my previous mission objective?"

Mr. Seamus didn't initially come to this school for Chidori Kaname's sake.

The sister-obsessed guy shrugged helplessly and said, "The chances of you being number oo1 are only 39%, and you're from Brittany. We originally thought that with your Westernized name and appearance, getting into a Brittany class wouldn't be a problem, and getting close to number oo1 shouldn't be an issue either. But who would have thought that these bureaucrats in the academic affairs office would investigate your family history for three generations and still end up putting you in a Japanese class."

"Wait, didn't you guys forge my resume in Japan?" Mr. Seamus, an orphan born in Afghanistan, didn't even know where his ancestors for three generations were. How could Ashford's teachers possibly have found out?

So in the beginning, in order to give Simo a legal identity to enter District 11, Amalgam forged a series of identity documents for him.

Kosaka, a die-hard sister-con, replied with a fawning smile: "You know, it's easy to forge a Japanese person's file, but it's troublesome to forge a Britannian's file. Birth certificate, mother's hospital admission certificate, academic record, proof of community service during winter and summer vacations, etc. You also know the character of those animals in the technical department. They'd rather take two steps than three."

So the person in charge of the livestock took a shortcut and gave you a false identity as a descendant of a Breton expatriate. Little did they know, the Breton man used to impersonate your grandfather was actually of African descent.

Mr. Seamus's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot. If a photo of him were taken at this moment and shown to the people in the registrar's office, no one would doubt that his birth certificate was forged.

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Come? From childhood. A group of idiots. Idiot (Nine! Eight? Zero? Two, Zero, Five? Eight [Five Six])

(Dull; Dull, from, novel, group 9, 8, 0; 2, 0.5, 8.5, 6. Start from childhood and implement the guiding ideology for the future development of mercury alloys.)

Five minutes later.

With panda eyes, the tall, domineering sister-complex girl lay on the ground wailing and cursing a lawless, disrespectful "African-Brittanian mixed-race child".

As the target of the veiled insults, Mr. Seamus "magnanimously" stated that he would not stoop to the level of a defeated opponent.

Those few punches I just threw really made Mr. Seamus feel great.

Mr. Seamus, his mind at ease, couldn't help but grin, but what followed was an uncontrollable twitch as the wound on the corner of his mouth was aggravated.

"You siscon! You're so ruthless! How could you bring yourself to hurt someone so handsome! If you don't give me 1 to 2 million for medical expenses, plastic surgery, and emotional distress, don't even think about letting this go!"