The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

Wait! Could it be...?

Simo thought he had discovered some incredible truth, and instantly his dislike for the blond-haired Kisher boy grew even stronger. Of course, he also abandoned the idea of ​​asking the guy to help clean up the mess. Even though Kisher was currently looking at Simo with admiration and longing.

[How could Louise like someone like this, and even agree to expel her from school?]

It was clear that Simo had misunderstood something.

“Kish’s father is Marshal Tristine. Although he doesn’t have a title yet, he has strength close to second-tier level, hmph.” After saying that, Louise let go of his hand and turned her head away from Seamus.

Simo rubbed his lower back and sighed again. The words of the Chinese sage were indeed true. He also gained a deeper understanding of Professor Verne, who had told him this. No wonder the professor had not married for so many years.

Come to think of it, although Oona looks very pretty, she's too domineering and too violent. This can be seen from the fact that even though Oona is more than ten years older than me, she always insists that I call her "sister" every time we meet, and pinches my face if I don't.

At that moment, Simo suddenly felt a pang of regret, wondering what all his efforts had been for. Simo deeply missed the petite, adorable, pitiful yet endearing Louise he had first met, the one who was crying—even though that was only yesterday.

Of course, it's not that Seamus dislikes Louise as she is now, but how should I put it? She's too ruthless! Sometimes she's even more vicious than the Slytherin snake woman! Seamus doesn't know what he was thinking, but he compared Louise to Pansy.

However, now was not the time to think about such things. Simo needed to quickly find someone who could solve the problem; that playboy was out of the question for now. Simo glanced around at the influential people in the vicinity.

[That Montmorency who argued with Louise yesterday? Wait, isn't Kisch her follower? Could it be? Oh, I see, no wonder Louise doesn't like her.]

With his rich imagination, Simo completely outlined the cause, process, and result of the event.

Therefore, Montmorency is no good, and Guiche is even worse.

Who's next? That guy named Maricrum? Although he's also namedrum, he's neither Bulgarian nor a Quidditch star, and he was one of the people who mocked Louise the most.

So, it's still a pass.

[Got it.]

Simo suddenly thought of someone—a whole bunch of people had surrounded her when she entered the classroom. Finding someone like that would definitely work. But wasn't she also the first person to suggest Louise drop out?

If we can persuade her, many people will definitely change their stance, but will she agree?

Simo searched with his eyes and quickly found the girl with fiery red hair. He noticed that she was also looking at him, but Simo was not happy about it.

Damn it, what kind of look is that?

The moment his eyes met the red-haired girl's, Simo had a feeling that she was going to eat him. This was too strange. Was this girl an cannibal in human skin? So he quickly looked away.

[Heh heh~ He's actually an innocent little boy] Chuluk licked his lips. Could it be that the family tradition is about to continue in him again? But if it's such a cute little boy, it doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Chuluk thought that Louise's sudden decision to transfer to the Tristine Magic Academy was indeed a good move. If she hadn't transferred, how would she have discovered that Louise had such a boy who was just her type?

"Sorry, Louise, the man you've set your sights on is mine. After all, it's a tradition between our two families, isn't it?" Chuluk said with a grin, looking at Louise.

The Zelopst and Valier families belong to two separate countries with adjacent territories. Whenever war breaks out between the two countries, the Zelopst family inevitably faces off against the Valier family; the Zelopst and Valier families are sworn enemies.

This was not only because of territorial and national issues, but also because the Zerupst family had taken away the lovers of the Valiel family for almost generations.

It was a wise choice for Simo not to seek Chuluk's help; otherwise, Louise would have surely killed him. Because of his previous words and actions, Simo was already on Chuluk's shortlist of potential partners. And because of Louise of the Valiel family, he was ranked quite high.

Of course, Simo didn't know that; he just instinctively felt that nothing good would come of contacting this girl. After searching the entire classroom, Simo once again discovered that Louise was really unpopular.

Although he didn't have any particularly close friends besides Dean, Harry, Ron, and Neville would help him when he encountered problems.

Simon glanced back at Louise with a touch of sadness, then noticed that Louise was also secretly watching him. But when he turned back, Louise quickly snorted and turned her head away.

"Simo sighed, "The world is full of vicissitudes, let nature take its course."

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"Haha, little guy, it's not so easy to show off."

On the top floor of the castle tower, in the principal's office, a special guest arrived today. So special that the old lecherous Osman personally received the guest, even sending his secretary, Miss Langebel, out of the room. He even forgot about sending his familiar, Mutosoniel, to peep at his secretary's skirt.

Osman and the guest were currently using a crystal ball to observe the classroom where Louise and Seymour were, and the guest was clearly in a very good mood.

“Professor Kadmond, now that you have seen him, shall we take him back now?”

“Ah, Headmaster, please just call me Verne. Also, I’m afraid this little fellow and I will be bothering you here for a while longer. You know, the flow of time is not the same in both places. If I go back now, Headmaster Dumbledore won’t pay me overtime.”

Upon hearing the mention of Dumbledore, Osman glanced awkwardly at the box on his desk. It was a greeting from the other world, sent by Dumbledore through Verne: a box of cockroaches.

Just as Dumbledore couldn't understand his pursuit of women, Osman absolutely couldn't understand Dumbledore's strange taste in desserts. Although he was also a headmaster, Osman really couldn't comprehend it.

"Never mind, I'll give it to Mutosoniel later; he should like it." Osman thought, and just as he was about to ask Verne about his next plans, the door opened.

"Principal Osman!"

14. A Reunion Across Time and Space

Gruber has worked at the Tristain Magic Academy for 20 years, serving as a key member of the teaching staff and specializing in fire magic. Just how skilled he is can be gleaned from his other name, Gruber the Flame Serpent.

During yesterday's spring familiar summoning ceremony, Louise summoned a mage familiar. This caught Gruber's attention; if he remembered correctly, he hadn't seen the emblem on that outfit for 19 years. However, what concerned him even more was the cursed mark that appeared on the boy's left hand.

A rare cursed seal.

Therefore, since yesterday, Gruberu has been searching through materials in the library. The Tristain Library is located in the main tower, which also houses the dining hall. The bookshelves are astonishingly large.

The bookshelves, approximately 30 meters high, line the walls, creating a particularly impressive sight. And rightly so. This place houses collections dating back to the earliest times.

imir encompasses all of Harukgenia's history since it established a new world.

Gruberu's area is a section of the library, a restricted area accessible only to teachers. If Seamus were here now, he would find that some aspects of it are very similar to Hogwarts, especially if you add a librarian who likes to disturb students' reading with a feather duster all day long.

Gruber came to the restricted area because the ordinary bookshelves that students could freely consult could not answer his questions.

“rebiteasyon”

As the sound rose and fell, a spell appeared floating in the air, circling around Gruberu and helping him fly to the bookshelf that was out of reach. He then began to search for information with all his might.

An unknown amount of time passed.

Gruberu's efforts paid off. He noticed something written in a biography. It was a record of the progenitor...

An ancient book about the story of imir. Of course, unlike the exaggerated biographies intended for the general public, the contents of this book are more secretive and truthful.

When one section of the text came into view, Gruberu finally understood why he had been so concerned about the boy. Comparing the illustrations in the ancient book with the cursed seal on the boy's hand, Gruberu was astonished.

In a panic, the body, which was being manipulated by magic, was thrown to the ground due to the loss of concentration.

Gruber let out a groan, then swayed as he stood up. After all, his body was no longer what it had been twenty years ago, in its prime.

Gruber gave a wry smile, then hurriedly ran out with his books in his arms, heading towards the principal's office.

"Ah, Gruberu, it's been so long since I last greeted you." The familiar tone carried an elegant yet slightly distant air, but upon seeing the other person's sincere and enthusiastic eyes, one would understand that it was actually just the speaker's playfulness.

When Gruberu opened the door, he saw someone he never expected.

"Verne, it's you?"

Gruberu never expected to reunite with his old friend here, and he was surprised to find that after so many years, Dofang was still exactly the same as he remembered.

"Twenty years have passed, and I didn't expect you to still be so young. It seems that the years have left no trace on you." Gruberu's tone was tinged with a touch of sadness.

To his lament, Verne laughed heartily and replied, “My friend, you should know that although the goddess of time has not favored me and has plucked my hair, I have not enjoyed that extra time either. Before her, no one can bypass the truth of equivalent exchange.”

Hearing Verne make fun of his baldness to console himself, Gruberu laughed, as if everything had returned to how it was 19 years ago, when they had just parted ways. It seemed that the passage of time had not severed their friendship and intimacy.

"Ahem, ahem. Although I really don't want to interrupt your reminiscing, Gruberu, you must have something to tell me, right?" Osman recalled that if Verne hadn't called out to him earlier, he wouldn't have remembered Gruberu's name, even though they had worked together for 20 years.

I'm really getting old.

“Headmaster, please look here.” Gruberu handed the book he had been consulting to Osman.

"Oh? This isn't the progenitor?"

"Imir's familiar? Going to read such ancient documents again. If you have this kind of time, you should be thinking about how to collect tuition fees, wouldn't that be better? By the way, what's your name again?" Osman asked, looking up.

Even Jules Verne, who was standing to the side, was extremely embarrassed after hearing this, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Grubel. Have you forgotten again?" Gruber replied shamelessly, bearing Verne's teasing smile.

"Yes, yes. That's the name. You said it before I did. By the way, what happened to the book 'Grubelu'?"

Verne suddenly found the old man in front of him much more endearing than when he first met him; the serious Osman back then was not nearly as funny as he was now.

"Please take a look at this." In order to prevent Osman from making a fool of himself in front of his friend, Gruberu handed Osman the pattern of the mark that appeared on Simo's hand.

The moment he saw it, Osman's expression changed; his eyes gleamed, and he revealed a serious look.

“Verne, is this why you’ve come here?” Osman looked up and handed the book to Verne. He took it, glanced at it, and immediately understood its meaning.

"Gandalfr," Verne murmured. Three years had passed; he had finally waited, expecting it to take even longer. A heavy weight lifted from his heart, only to be quickly crushed by something even heavier.

"It's not the right time yet. It's not mature enough. We can't open it now," Verne said to himself softly. Then he looked at Seamus in the crystal ball. At that moment, he and Louise had already left the classroom.

When Jules Verne discovered the secret of this world, he originally thought he would see the protagonist named Hiraga Saito from the original work, or perhaps Harry or another member of the trio due to his butterfly effect. However, he never expected that it would be Seamus Finnigan.

"I should have thought of it: ethereal magic, explosions, Louise Zero—so many similarities. I'm becoming more and more curious about this world, this world that is both similar and different."

Without looking away, Verne muttered to himself, but he wasn't worried about being overheard by Osman and Gruberu beside him, because Verne was speaking Chinese.

"Thank you for your help during this time, Principal Osman," Verne said with a smile, regaining his composure.

"No, no, it's not troublesome at all. But to be honest, the school is a bit tight on funds lately. My secretary has complained to me more than once that her salary isn't enough to save up for new underwear. Of course, I'm not asking you for rent or anything."

[To retract the foreword: This old fox is even more annoying than before.]

15. The Deal Between the Old Fox and the Little Fox

"Headmaster!"

"What's wrong, Mr. Gruber?" Osman asked Gruber, who had interrupted him, with an innocent look on his face. Clearly, he had forgotten the other man's name again.

Verne's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Osman's shrewd face and slowly said, "Decipher an ancient document from the Gregorian period."

“Two books. Look at this little guy, he has quite an appetite.” As he spoke, Osman pointed to Simo, who was standing next to Louise in the crystal ball.

“Headmaster, you’ve gone a bit too far!” Gruberu stood up for his friend, not wanting to see Verne get tricked by his own headmaster; it was too embarrassing.

"Really? Mr. Gru?" Well, spurred by profit, the old fox Osman finally remembered the name Gruberu, though only the first two characters.

“One, from the time of Alexander II,” Verne said decisively.

Osman took out his pipe, smacked his lips, and thought for a moment. He was clearly not satisfied with the result, but he also knew he couldn't push too hard. It seemed one book was the limit. So...

“Sylvie II, a book.” Osman looked at Verne with sharp eyes, which was completely inconsistent with his usual image as a muddle-headed old lecher.

"Deal." Verne paused for a moment, but finally agreed.

"Ah, Verne, thank you so much. Look, it's almost noon. Would you like to stay for lunch? It would be our way of welcoming you."