Chapter 414: This Might Be a Big Problem

"Haaah~!"

Allen yawned as he greeted his dormmates—another miserable Monday had arrived.

This was probably the most unwelcome day of the week. Whether Muggle or wizard, hardly anyone looked forward to it.

The group of brothers-in-suffering glanced at each other’s dark circles, mocking one another as they lined up to wash up and prepare for the new day.

As for why their eye bags were so heavy? The answer was painfully simple—

What goes around comes around.

They had played too hard during the break and hadn’t touched a single word of their assignments. Especially Allen—although he had shamelessly stretched his vacation for quite a while, there was no escaping the mountain of work waiting for him.

And so...

A highly skilled wizard had stayed up until three in the morning.

Not to contemplate the future of the magical world.

Not to study profound magic.

Not even to prepare for facing a Dark Lord—

But simply... to finish his homework!!!

By Merlin, this is a disgrace to the wizarding world!

Last night, as Allen controlled five quills at once, frantically "referencing" his dormmates’ work, he couldn’t help but complain internally. At one point, he even considered improving the quill system—

...before wisely giving up on the idea.

After a quick breakfast, the young wizards made their way toward the classroom in small groups, waiting for the professor to arrive.

Taking the opportunity, Allen quietly asked around about the professor’s temperament.

Even though the course was already halfway through... he still hadn’t met this professor yet.

Skipping classes really does come back to bite you...

Fortunately, the answers he got were reassuring. The professor was known to be kind and easygoing—he rarely made things difficult for students. Even if someone couldn’t answer a question, he would simply let it go, unlike Professor Snape, who would mock them mercilessly.

Relieved, Allen mentally handed the professor a "Good Person Card"...

...and promptly laid his head down on the desk.

About three minutes later, soft snoring could be heard.

Allen had fallen asleep.

Sleepiness was contagious.

Especially when more than half the class had stayed up late finishing homework. Seeing the model student Allen collapse instantly, everyone else’s already fragile willpower crumbled.

In no time, the classroom looked like a Muggle senior class after exams—

Students slumped over everywhere.

...

When the Potions professor from Mahoutokoro entered the classroom, this was the scene that greeted him.

For a moment, he wondered if he had walked into a student lounge instead of his classroom.

This was a Potions class!

How were they even managing to sleep in this environment?!

Even a kind teacher had limits—

And when they got angry, it was even more terrifying.

Especially today—not only was the class full of sleeping students, but some were missing entirely. Oversleeping after staying up all night was apparently a common occurrence.

The professor strode onto the podium.

With a silent spell, he sealed everyone’s ability to speak. Then, with a tap of his wand, words appeared on the blackboard:

"All awake students, take attendance. Anyone who dares wake the sleeping ones will be punished together!"

After two unlucky students were dragged up as examples, everyone else obediently fixed their eyes on the board, not daring to make a single move.

One by one, names appeared on the board, recording those still awake.

Yet the professor’s anger only grew.

Because during roll call, he spotted a particularly conspicuous student—

Someone sleeping soundly with a transparent bubble over their head.

Among a sea of sleeping students... this one stood out far too much.

Expressionless, the professor placed the attendance sheet in front of a girl in the front row and pointed toward the most obvious culprit.

After a moment of hesitation, the girl pointed to a name on the list.

Good.

Seeing the note beside the name—indicating repeated absences—the professor’s anger doubled. At the same time, his impression of the obedient girl improved greatly.

With a flick of his finger, a line of text appeared on the parchment:

"Very good, child. What is your name?"

He intended to reward her.

After a brief pause, the girl took out a quill and quickly wrote on a fresh piece of parchment:

"Professor, I’m just auditing. I’m a third-year."

The professor froze for a moment—then became even more pleased.

A lower-year student auditing an advanced class—and judging by her robes, she was from Hogwarts.

This was clearly recognition of his skill.

Especially on a Monday morning, when she could have been resting—this dedication was rare.

So, he casually wrote a few questions.

After a brief moment of thought, the girl answered most of them correctly—only one answer was slightly incomplete.

This delighted him even further. If she weren’t from Hogwarts, he would have recruited her into his advanced class on the spot.

After some thought, he took out a slightly modified potion formula from the book he carried and handed it to her as a reward.

Standard textbooks only taught basic formulas. While they worked, skilled wizards often made their own improvements, passing them down as personal knowledge. Schools, however, weren’t allowed to teach altered formulas due to Ministry regulations.

Naturally, the studious girl happily accepted her reward.

Then—

The professor turned toward the still-sleeping student.

Thanks to the contrast, his anger had now doubled.

With a spell—

POP!

The Bubble-Head Charm protecting the sleeping student shattered instantly, exposing them to the thick, centuries-old mixture of potion fumes in the classroom.

Before the professor could even wait for the student to wake from the smell—

A brilliant shield burst outward.

BANG—!

A Shield Charm exploded from the sleeping wizard, knocking the professor backward at point-blank range.

Even in sleep, Allen’s instincts reacted.

Though he had lowered his guard among classmates, the sudden intrusion triggered a reflexive defense.

He woke instantly.

His wand snapped up—

A Blasting Curse shot out without hesitation.

Even though the professor reacted quickly with his own Shield Charm, it wasn’t enough to fully block the instinctive attack.

BOOM—!

He was slammed straight onto the podium.

Fortunately, the shield held—no serious injuries.

"Who?!"

Allen shouted instinctively, ready to attack again—

But no sound came out.

...A large-scale attack?

His eyes swept across the room.

Nothing suspicious.

Everyone was staring at him—

Their expressions are a mix of admiration... and you’re absolutely doomed.

What’s going on?

Following the direction of his attack, Allen saw a figure struggling to stand up.

And suddenly—

A terrible realization dawned on him.

That person I just attacked...

It wouldn’t happen to be... the professor... right?

.....

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