The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

"You! You bastard! Xiangzi, let's go!" The man stomped his foot angrily, then turned and left.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Mr. Seamus never glanced at her once. Although she sounded like a beautiful woman, what could attract Mr. Seamus's attention more than the scene before him?

[Let's make a scene! Let's make a scene! For this inexplicable anxiety in my heart!]

Mr. Seamus, who wore a gloating smile, was not as calm as outsiders imagined, because he was tormented by a sense of emptiness, as if he had lost something.

Just now, when he was in the infirmary with his sister-obsessed friend, Mr. Simo had vaguely sensed this emotion.

Once inside the classroom, this intense feeling became even more pronounced!

It was as if everything before him shouldn't be this way, as if something was missing. This made Mr. Seamus lose his composure, but the more anxious he became, the brighter the smile on his face became.

He subconsciously lowered his hands from his chest and slowly smeared them into his pockets.

But just then, the front door of the classroom was suddenly opened.

A young man and two girls ran in.

One of the blue-haired girls, who looked somewhat familiar, roared in a loud voice that was completely out of proportion to her sweet face: "Hey! You bastards! The teacher's coming!"

Mr. Seamus immediately recognized the voice as that of the person who had spoken in his ear earlier.

"So he went to get reinforcements? Tch~" Mr. Seamus knew he probably couldn't stand watching this commotion anymore, so he crossed his arms again.

Sure enough, after hearing that sound, all the boys stopped what they were doing, including a fat guy who was playing with a windmill.

Unfortunately, Li Wei was startled by the blue-haired girl's roar, and as a result, the chair he had been using to "defend" slipped from his grasp and flew out of the classroom, grazing the teacher's scalp.

Luckily, there was a door behind the teacher; otherwise, if it had been a wall, the reaction force might have helped him get a headshot!

"Ah! I'm desperate! I'm desperate for students who start fighting on the first day of school! I'm desperate for students who try to murder their teacher on the very first day!" said the young teacher who was crouching down with his head in his hands, trying to defend himself.

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"I'm desperate! I'm desperate about Japan's education! Is this going to kill me on the first day of school?!" A young teacher with short, black hair and low-rimmed glasses stood alone on the podium, complaining incessantly. The messy classroom had been cleaned up, and the students had returned to their seats.

Mr. Seamus casually found a window seat in the last row and sat down (are you sure he really just picked one randomly?), completely ignoring the angry glare of the original owner of the seat, and leisurely looked out the window.

“That teacher,” the cute blue-haired girl couldn’t help but offer a kind reminder, “Strictly speaking, Japan ceased to exist nine years ago.”

This is in a Britannian school, and although it's relatively remote from the main campus, if the students there heard this...

The young teacher, as expected, understood the implied meaning and immediately shut his mouth, but the blue-haired girl felt very uncomfortable with his dark and gloomy gaze.

The young teacher suddenly placed his travel bag on the table and calmly opened it.

The blue-haired girl stood up abruptly, even though she had been curious about what was inside.

After Xiangzi and I ran to the teacher's office and explained what had happened in the classroom, even though the situation was already very bad, the teacher still insisted on taking his heavy and dirty travel bag before leaving, wasting several tens of seconds.

But when she actually saw what was inside, the blue-haired girl barely managed to stop herself from screaming.

Inside were: a hanging rope, honeycomb briquettes, sleeping pills, and a suicide note complete with pen and ink!

The young teacher picked up the folded paper with "Suicide Note" written on the back, unfolded it, and the students in the front row with good eyesight could even see the three large, distorted characters "Song of Everlasting Regret" on the first line!

"I'm in despair! I'm in despair for this dead country! I'm in despair for these students who worship foreign things and have forgotten their own nation!"

Seeing the young teacher writing with one hand and reaching for the jar full of pills with the other, the blue-haired girl, feeling that if she didn't say something, the man in front of her might really commit suicide, shouted: "You misunderstand! Teacher! What I mean is, the education they received was arranged by the Bretons, so it's not Japan's fault, but Breton education's fault! Yes, it's not Japan's fault, it's Bretonia's fault, it's the world's fault!"

Mr. Seamus abruptly turned his head from looking out the window and stared intently at the blue-haired girl's back.

After shouting a series of persuasive words without taking a breath, the blue-haired girl gasped for breath, her chest heaving under her tight school uniform, completely oblivious to the strange looks from the boys beside her.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. Her mouth was so dry from excitement and nervousness (fear that someone might actually die) that she swallowed hard and finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Because the young teacher finally withdrew his hand from the medicine bottle.

“You’re right! It’s Brittany’s fault! It’s all these bastards’ fault…” The blue-haired girl’s words seemed to trigger something in the young teacher, causing him to start complaining incessantly again, from education to the quality of industrial workers, and then to the economy, people’s livelihood, and the distribution of social resources.

"Uh, well, teacher, I didn't say they were monsters." The blue-haired girl couldn't help but defend herself, because calling Brittany monsters would be very disadvantageous for her from a genetic point of view, since she was mixed-race.

"No wonder she looked familiar..." Mr. Seamus muttered to himself, now realizing the blue-haired girl's identity.

That's right, the blue-haired girl is none other than Ximo's mission target—002, Chidori Kaname!

Although girls change a lot as they grow up, there are still many similarities between that photo from four years ago and the beautiful girl in front of me.

In fact, Mr. Ximo should have immediately thought of Chidori Kaname's identity: if they weren't in the same class, why would Kousaka's sister-complex group transfer into this class?

But who could blame Mr. Seamus for not taking the so-called mission to heart at all? He was struggling with the emptiness he felt from losing it.

Meanwhile, seeing that Chidori was completely immersed in her own pessimistic world and showed no sign of coming out, she couldn't help but remind her again, "Um, teacher, class is still in session."

The young teacher's rambling stopped abruptly as if struck by a thunderbolt, and then it took him a few seconds to realize, "Right, right, let's start class. Honestly, we were just getting into it. Sigh, I'm hopeless, I'm hopeless about this society where there's no freedom of speech!"

"Tsk! The 137th time of despair." A soft complaint came from a kind-looking fat man. If Mr. Ximo remembered correctly, it was this guy who had accidentally dropped the number just now. How bored must he be to count it?

The young teacher didn't seem to hear the fat man's voice; otherwise, he might have launched into another lament about the current state of education for Japanese teenagers.

He packed away the travel bag that looked like it was meant for suicide at any moment, then took out his phone and looked at it: "Let me check today's class schedule."

Chidori collapsed into her seat as if all her strength had been drained. Things were finally on track, but the next second she would realize how naive her previous thoughts were.

From the podium came the young teacher's mournful wail, like that of a dog on its back: "Isn't there absolutely no plan? Why is there no teaching scheduled for the first day of school? What was the point of me getting up at six in the morning to catch the Shinkansen? What was the point of walking two hours from the school gate? To familiarize myself with how to get in? Wait, there's an attachment, let me see: 'On the first day of school, please enjoy getting familiar with the campus—Student Council President Millie Ashford.' It really is about getting familiar with the campus. I'm desperate! Despair at this Brittany-style leisure! Despair at this aimless, wasted life!"

After saying that, the young teacher took out his travel bag once again.

Meanwhile, a group of students sitting below were subjected to a series of dramatic events, from the initial shock and laughter to the individual suicide show.

At this moment, Chidori Kaname, bursting with a sense of responsibility, couldn't help but stand up again: "Teacher, even without a lesson plan, there are still plenty of things we can do! Like taking attendance! Introducing ourselves! Right, teacher! Right!!!"

Although she was offering a suggestion, the threatening tone in Ms. Chidori's voice was practically palpable.

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If it weren't for the clearly visible, bulging veins on his forehead, Chidori Kaname's smile at this moment would definitely be quite beautiful.

Mr. Simo felt that the young teacher who was stunned by Miss Chidori's beauty and trembled with fear could attest to this.

"Ha... So I tried to relieve the fever myself first..." The young teacher's indistinct, trembling syllables almost made one think he had invented some new method of suicide.

Among the students present, some even began to calculate the size of the shadow in the teacher's heart at this moment. Perhaps, he was wailing in his heart: "I'm desperate! I'm desperate about this world that dares to threaten and intimidate teachers!"

At this moment, countless students have already silently labeled this young teacher as "Mr. Despair," because this guy is truly unique!

Mr. Despair coughed twice, seemingly trying to calm himself down and overcome his embarrassment, then picked up a piece of chalk and turned away.

"My surname is Seisei and my given name is Wang. I've been your homeroom teacher for the past three years, mainly teaching Chinese. Ah, sorry, there's no Chinese class anymore, so I've switched to teaching English. By the way, I also teach math and chemistry. My favorite thing is suicide, and my least favorite thing is failing every time I try to commit suicide. Ah, what have I just said? You can forget all that already."

As you can see, Mr. Despair's hand holding the chalk is still trembling slightly, but the words he writes are neat and orderly, and he speaks more and more fluently as he goes on, as if he has quickly emerged from the shadow that Chidori was trying to cast over him.

But when he turned back to face everyone, things went wrong...

As you all know, a long time ago, people in East Asia were used to writing vertically and from right to left. Mr. Despair, for some ulterior motive (self-deception), also used this way of writing, which helped him to better portray himself as a classical and artistic young man, and also allowed him to avoid something he really disliked.

But people can imagine things.

Although Mr. Despair cleverly wrote his name vertically, Mr. Seamus's quick mind soon noticed something. If you raise the bottom "色" (color) a little higher and bring it closer to the front "系" (system), wouldn't that be the traditional character for "绝" (despair)?

I'd only ever heard of people having the wrong nicknames, not the wrong names. But I never imagined that when it came to Ms. Nozomi Ishiki, she was so consistent, it was utterly disheartening.

Mr. Simo expressed his sincere admiration for Ms. Ishiki's parents, whose fate was unknown. How could they have such a deep understanding of their child's future character to choose such a name at birth?

Mr. Seymour wasn't the only one expressing respect; for example, a certain siscon was expressing his "admiration" for Nozomi Ikeiro with unrestrained laughter: "Haha! Mr. Despair! Even his name is Despair! Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"

The easygoing Emiya frowned, clearly disapproving: "Kousaka, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Upon hearing this, Shinji Matou, who was sitting several seats away, immediately chuckled and muttered sarcastically, "Hmph, hypocrite!"

"Shinji, what the hell did you say?!"

Suddenly, Emiya on one side had already rolled up his sleeves, and Matou on the other side had kicked away his chair, and the tense scene was staged again.

The girls around him screamed, and the cowardly Mr. Despair was so frightened that he disappeared. After a while, the students in the front row found him under the podium, where he kept shouting "Despair! Despair!"

Mr. Seamus felt very annoyed by the noisy atmosphere.

For a fleeting moment, he wanted to hand over all these idiots to the police in District 11. Perhaps exchanging their heads for a few containers of cash was the best way to reuse these good-for-nothings.

However, considering that Governor Clovis, the highest-ranking official in Area 11, was also one of them, Mr. Seamus felt that such a large bounty might not be so easy to obtain.

Of course, taking their heads to Brittany as a pledge of allegiance and exchanging them for a marquisate would be a good option. Unfortunately, the curly-haired emperor's appearance simply doesn't fit Mr. Seamus's aesthetic, and the thought of having to travel across the Pacific to deliver his head...

So the lazy Mr. Simon lost his motivation.

He had been watching Emiya and Shinji fight with great interest, but now Mr. Simo suddenly felt aesthetically fatigued by everything.

[Perhaps it would be nice to go fishing in a quieter spot and enjoy the sun.] This thought inexplicably popped into Mr. Simon's mind.

Just then, a few crisp snapping sounds pulled Mr. Seamus back from his reverie.

Then he saw a huge folding fan fly towards him.

At that moment, the folding fan was only 1 meter away from Mr. Seamus. Although a speed of 2 meters per second would be unavoidable for most people, Mr. Seamus was absolutely confident and capable of dodging it. In fact, that's exactly what he did.

However, five seconds later, even though Mr. Seamus had turned his head and even reached out to grab the harmless "hidden weapon," it was ultimately just a thought for him. An unrealizable thought.

bang~

蹭!

Mr. Ximo stood up angrily. In his field of vision, the previously aggressive siscon, Emiya, Shinji and others were now lying dead under the folding fan. Mr. Despair, Iroha, tremblingly peeked out from behind the podium, and the girls around him showed a joy of surviving a disaster.

The expression was like that of a heroine who was about to be beaten up by a demon king, dragon, or pig-headed man, only to find at the last moment that the demon king, dragon, or pig-headed man had been slapped by the knight (Note: This is the sound of a folding fan hitting someone, please don't get the wrong idea).

Although this knight has a bit of a muscular chest and his gender is somewhat questionable, it doesn't stop the girls from casting admiring and longing (fangirling) glances at him.

"Ah, sorry, my hand slipped." Chidori said to Mr. Seimor with great apology, embarrassment, and sincerity.

This really wasn't intentional. Kirishima Shoko, who was standing nearby, can testify that Chidori-san did indeed, while they were fighting, suddenly realize that the folding fan that was supposed to land on her sister-complex's head had somehow slipped out of her hand.

However, Mr. Simon, who was caught in the crossfire, only had one thought in his mind: "If I believe you, I'll take your surname!"

Little did they know that at that moment, the little flag of fate had already been planted.

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