The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

And that is why Chidori cried.

Mr. Seymour only knows that Kaname Chidori likes Japanese classical culture because of her deceased mother, but he does not know why Kaname Chidori was influenced by her mother.

For Mr. Seamus, the intelligence gathered by the amalgam did not reveal the hidden stories beneath the surface.

If Chidori is of mixed race, her mother is Japanese, something Simo knows very well.

However, Simo didn't know what kind of Japanese person Chidori's mother was. Because these things weren't recorded in writing.

When Japan was defeated, fearing the complete disappearance of her motherland's culture, Chidori's mother resolutely divorced her father and returned to Japan with the young Chidori. She could have lived a comfortable life in Brittany, but she still came back and took on the identity of a subjugated person.

Chidori must clearly remember that before her mother died, she devoted herself to preserving those ancient sites ravaged by war, collecting those lost ancient books, and saving the cultural roots that made the Japanese people known as Japanese.

What are the so-called "RB people"? What is the so-called "ethnic group"?

My mother once asked me this question, but I, being young at the time, didn't answer it correctly.

Language? Land? Bloodline?

I answered my mother's questions time and time again, only to be rejected each time. Finally, when she saw me frustrated, angry, and throwing a tantrum, my mother smiled.

I still remember my mother's answer to me: "It's the mind. Self-awareness, discipline, and self-restraint. In other words, as long as you have the cultural roots of the mind, no matter where you are or how difficult the situation is, you are still a Japanese."

"But Mom, according to what you're saying, why did you leave Brittany and Dad in the first place?" I asked my younger self, puzzled.

"Because even the strongest heart will stop beating with the passage of time... When I grow old, when our generation passes away, the one who can carry on our spirit is you, Xiao Yao..."

"I?"

"Yes, you and your descendants will pass it on with your hearts." The mother smiled and tapped her chest.

"So, Mom, what does this have to do with you collecting these books?"

Faced with her mother's persistent questioning, the mother tilted her head in distress: "Well, you see, when Dad isn't around, doesn't Mom often lose things and forget things?"

Thinking about how I had relied on instant noodles for dinner yesterday, I quickly nodded in agreement.

Then the mother continued, "Even I forget things sometimes. And even if I remember something, I might still miss something or make a mistake. That's why I need these books, so that when I forget something, I can remind myself to find it again. Only in this way can the transmission of knowledge between minds be kept from being interrupted."

At the time, I couldn't understand the meaning behind my mother's smile. Even after her death, I sometimes complained and cursed: If it weren't for these books, for preserving Japanese national culture, my mother might not have died so young! Perhaps the four of them could still be living happily in Brittany.

But later I gradually came to understand my mother, and those yellowed books and the beautiful and timeless poems on them became a way for me to express my longing for her.

When she graduated from junior high school, Chidori Kaname had a vague idea of ​​what her future path would be like. She wanted to be like her mother, to protect and pass on what her mother cherished.

It needs to spread not only among Japanese, but also among Britons, Chinese, Europeans, and Africans. Only by gaining wider acceptance, recognition, and acceptance can the culture for which our mother gave her life be passed down through generations.

But this was not an easy task, even with his father, a diplomat, as his backing.

My father once offered to take me back to live in Brittany and reminded me not to have too many illusions. My mother's fate was a warning. My father had already lost the most important person in his life and did not want to lose a second one.

She had wavered at times, but ultimately refused her father's offer and chose to attend Ashford Academy. She wanted to see if she could promote British classical culture to the Britannians in such a relatively open-minded school and gain their support.

Even as I stepped into this school, I was still filled with trepidation and doubt, wondering if I was really just daydreaming. But I still made it in after all.

"Even if you have worries, you must take steps and move towards the goal you believe is right!" My mother once told me this.

So when someone, a classmate of about the same age, could recite things that should have been forgotten by their generation of young people, I couldn't help but cry.

Because I finally realized that what my mother did and what she sacrificed were not meaningless.

“Thank you, Simo. Thank you... for showing me... the hope to persevere... to continue on the path of motherhood…” Chidori said haltingly.

After hearing her story, Simo stood silently, and finally couldn't help but step forward and hug the tearful woman in front of him, gently patting her back and comforting her.

At this moment, Simo had no wicked thoughts, no other feelings, except that a piece of his heart had been opened up.

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59. Mr. Seymour wanted to educate Ms. Chidori using the culture of the Japanese people; violence is wrong.

What is a nation?

Mr. Seamus had never considered this question before. As an orphan who had been raised and educated since childhood, what was a country? Brittany? No, that wasn't Mr. Seamus's country. The 8th District? Obviously not either.

Although Mr. Seamo initially debuted as an Afghan nationalist fighter, that was merely a gimmick to get a discount when dealing with arms suppliers and chemical smugglers.

Sell ​​Britannia's standard equipment to international arms dealers, then use the proceeds to buy daily necessities from local small workshops and factories, and then ambush Britannia soldiers. This cycle alone allows Mr. Simon to earn approximately 50 times the profit, making it an extremely lucrative business.

But even a sucker like Brittany can't possibly send a small team to Mr. Seamus every day to act as his transport captain, can he? What about the Imperial Chancellor's approval rating? Does he really think Schneizel can secure the Chancellor's position solely based on his royal bloodline?

Of course, we are not here to explain how miserable Schneizel is, but to show that Mr. Seamus's family does not always have surplus food, so Mr. Seamus is also someone who has been used to hardship since childhood.

So how could he have time to think about things like the nation, the people, and the culture?

However, things changed after today. A little girl named Chidori Kaname used her tears to wash a small patch of bright red across his already rotten and filthy black heart, though it was only a very, very small patch...

Of course, it's also possible that Mr. Seamus is now well-fed and clothed, and has the extra energy to think about other things. As the saying goes, "When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when food and clothing are plentiful, people know desires."

eh?

Mr. Seamus was not a noble person, so his noble moments lasted only a short while. Once that time was up and his mind cooled down, Mr. Seamus "woke up," and then his mind started to race again.

Ms. Chidori has a great figure, a fact that Mr. Simo, blushing slightly, confirmed once again.

To be honest, Mr. Seamus is actually feeling guilty now (good heavens! This isn't like Mr. Seamus at all!), because he accidentally and absentmindedly hugged her. But Mr. Seamus swears that he really didn't have any ulterior motives at the time.

But now... if possible, Mr. Simon still hopes to hold her a little longer.

Just hug for a few more seconds...

No, no, just a few minutes...

Actually, a few hours isn't out of the question...

Damn it, why can't it be a day or two?

Look how faithful Mr. Seamus is to his desires.

The warmth of that body brought him a sense of security and peace, while the sinful emotions confused him... and intrigued him... What exactly was this feeling?

It wasn't simply about wanting to possess, but about wanting to understand—to understand the girl named Xiaoyao, the things she thought, and the things she cried over.

But at the same time, he felt as if he had done something wrong. Mr. Seamus found this very strange.

However, before Mr. Simon could have a longer and deeper understanding and thought, a somewhat displeased cough entered the classroom: "Excuse my bluntness, but if you and your new boyfriend are not planning to have lunch, then I will go by myself."

Mr. Simo then realized that the girl with long, straight black hair named Kirishima Shoko had been standing outside the classroom watching them the whole time! WTF! Mr. Simo felt he could already guess what was going to happen next.

As expected, Chidori broke free from Mr. Seymour's embrace and pushed him away. Her beautiful eyes were a little red and swollen, which contrasted with her pretty face, which looked as embarrassed as if she had been "caught in the act."

Chidori Kaname glared fiercely at Simo with her beautiful eyes. What could Mr. Simo possibly say? Was it my fault?

Chidori turned around, forcing a relaxed yet awkward smile as she explained, "Oh dear, Shoko, what nonsense are you talking about! I just got some sand in my eye, and I asked him to blow it out for me."

Mr. Seamus, standing behind, was so astonished his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. This woman really thought she could flip her skin like a book! He had never seen anyone so shameless before! (If you don't count Mr. Seamus looking in the mirror).

Meanwhile, the icy beauty Kirishima Shoko replied in a serious tone, "It seems that grain of sand must be very big and hard to blow, otherwise why would you let him blow on it for half an hour?"

How do I respond to that?

Seeing Miss Chidori awkwardly giggling, "Ah... Ah ha ha...", Mr. Simo felt obligated to help her out of the predicament.

For once, Mr. Simo wanted to display his gentlemanly spirit, and he exclaimed in a very cooperative manner, "Huh? Half an hour has already passed. No wonder I'm so hungry. Chidori-kun, Kirishima-kun, how about I treat you to lunch..."

Ta~

thump~

Without even turning her head, Chidori stomped hard on Simo's foot, then delivered an elbow strike. Poor Simo had no idea what he had done wrong before Chidori bent him over again.

"Shut up! Don't say a word!" Chidori said through gritted teeth, trying her best to maintain a smile. Although she knew that Ximo was trying to help her out, it was just too embarrassing, especially with her best friend Xiangzi watching.

Should she be teased by Shoko afterward, or shut someone up now to avoid further embarrassment? Ms. Chidori made her choice through her actions.

You woman! You don't appreciate kindness! Just you wait, Master Ximo!

Today, Mr. Simon has discovered time and again: women's minds are just too hard to guess!

After silencing Mr. Seimu, Ms. Chidori walked towards Kirishima Shoko with a relaxed expression and affectionately took her hand: "Sorry, Shoko, I kept you waiting. Let's go."

Then he turned back to Mr. Ximo and said, "Hey! You over there, stop pretending to be dead! As compensation for taking advantage of me and making Xiangzi wait so long, you'd better treat us to lunch this time!"

Ms. Chidori thought she had found a good excuse and successfully used it, along with her actions, to draw a clear line between herself and "someone".

And what about Mr. Seamus on the other side?

WTF! What does this woman think she is? A meal ticket? Someone she can hit and eat whenever she wants?

Mr. Seamus is furious! Mr. Seamus is practically ready to fly into a rage for his beloved!

If it weren't for the mission! If it weren't for the great cause of amalgam! I wouldn't be so accommodating to you! Yes, that's right, I'm making a contribution to amalgam! A sacrifice for the organization! Thinking this, Mr. Seamus followed without any resentment.

If this brother-obsessed guy saw Mr. Seamus doing this, he'd probably praise him for having gained at least 30% more shamelessness. But Mr. Seamus would tell him: he was just holding back, and this current forbearance was only for the sake of getting even more ruthless revenge later.

As for how to retaliate?

You can refer to the ethnic culture of Japan (11th district) for this. Yes, ethnic culture.

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60. It's time for Kousaka's sister complex to show off again.

After Simo approached, Kirishima Shoko spoke again. Actually, she hadn't come up to listen to Simo and Chidori asking for the corner of the wall for no reason; she had something very important to tell them.

"I came up here to tell you something very bad."

"Hmm?" Chidori instinctively had a bad feeling.

When Professor Nozomi Koishiro led a group of students to the student cafeteria at top speed, the head chef and the dean of students greeted them very warmly. Then, out of consideration for Professor Koishiro's status as a member of the faculty, they kindly poured him a glass of water (cold, without even a tea bag). Finally, they kindly informed them that the cafeteria was not currently providing lunch for Japanese students.

It's practically like they'd just hang a sign outside that says, "No Japanese or dogs allowed."

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"Students! You must understand. Our school's specially hired head chef, Frank Yu, is a chef of faith, a noble chef, a pure chef, a moral chef, a chef who has transcended vulgar tastes, and a chef who benefits the students."

For Chef Frankyu, preparing the most suitable and nutritious lunches for students has been a long-term goal. So, at the start of this semester, Chef Frankyu was already fretting over one thing.

For many years, he has devoted himself to designing menus for the students of Ashford Academy. Each dish is designed based on the students' preferences, their usual eating habits, and the essential nutrients they need to supplement during their growth stages.

The influx of new RB students this year is precisely what's causing Chef Frankyu's headache.