Chapter 417: Today Is a Good Day

The Hufflepuffs who had stayed up all night rushing their homework didn’t wake up until lunchtime.

As for Allen—who had fallen even further behind—he skipped lunch entirely and slept straight through until three in the afternoon.

A few of his roommates even came in to check if he was sick, only to be driven out by the look on his face—one that clearly said, If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to fight you.

After a long, satisfying sleep, Allen felt unusually refreshed.

With all his homework finished, he almost felt like shouting.

But considering no one here would understand the reference, he wisely gave up the idea.

However, when he cleaned himself up with magic and stepped out of his tent—

He was greeted by...

Nothing.

The tents were still there. The campsite showed no signs of intrusion.

And yet, aside from the occasional chirping of birds overhead, everything was eerily silent.

Now and then, the wind rattled the decorations on the tents, making loud noises that only made the emptiness feel more desolate.

Allen stood there, completely baffled.

Did I... transmigrate again?

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed one of the tent decorations.

As expected—

It was Valor hiding there.

To prevent Valor from constantly sending him annoying mental images—like pecking at owls, stealing their food, or interrupting their "romantic activities"—their telepathic link was usually turned off.

Otherwise, Allen would also be bombarded with things like "today’s bugs are especially fresh" and other sensory nonsense.

If he hadn’t noticed something off about the sound earlier, he might have completely missed him.

"So, where did everyone go? Why is there not a single person around?"

A moment later, Valor’s answer made Allen’s teeth ache.

Apparently, everyone—whether they had been reading, playing cards, cooking, playing chess, or writing research papers—had suddenly dropped everything and rushed toward a single location.

As for why...

Valor had no idea. He had been busy watching over the sleeping Allen.

...

Did something big happen?

Allen frowned as he thought about it.

And why didn’t anyone come tell me?

Of course, he had completely forgotten the murderous expression he had worn when they tried to wake him earlier.

Fortunately, Valor at least remembered the direction everyone had gone.

Otherwise, Allen might have ended up heading the wrong way entirely.

Even more surprising—

Along the way, he didn’t encounter a single wizard.

What the hell?

Did aliens invade? Or did all the dark wizards in the world unite and attack?

What could possibly be so urgent that it gathered every student like this?

This wasn’t just one school.

This was students from three schools vanishing at once.

If he hadn’t been sure he wasn’t dreaming, he would’ve thought this was impossible.

In today’s wizarding world, what kind of event could cause something like this?

Even at Hogwarts, traditions ran deep.

Even if Albus Dumbledore were to pass away, the school would still open on schedule.

So what kind of incident could affect all students across three schools?

Just as his confusion reached its peak, he finally managed to stop a hurried young wizard before reaching the destination completely clueless.

The student looked ready to throw a punch at first—but after recognizing Allen’s face, he hesitated.

Then he quickly blurted out the answer:

"You don’t know? That powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor from your Hogwarts—the great adventurer and author—he’s been discharged today!"

After delivering the news—and shooting Allen a faintly disdainful look—the student dashed off again.

And just like that, Allen finally understood where everyone was heading.

The school hospital.

Though he had sent quite a few people there himself—giving it plenty of reason to request more funding—Allen had almost never been there personally.

Not because he was invincible.

But because anyone capable of seriously injuring him would deal damage far beyond what a school nurse could handle.

Now, he finally understood what kind of event could empty out the entire campus like this.

Celebrity chasing.

A rising star.

Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—

Gilderoy Lockhart.

After being knocked down by Allen—followed by a delightful mix of curses and poisons—Lockhart had finally been cured under the careful treatment of the school healers.

No more random nosebleeds mid-sentence.

No more inability to teach.

He had made his triumphant return.

Before this, the lingering effects of multiple curses had affected Lockhart’s appearance so badly that visitors weren’t even allowed to see him. Flowers and gifts had to be left outside.

As a result, Allen’s flower-selling business had plummeted and eventually shut down.

After all—

Who keeps buying flowers if they can’t even see the person?

But today was different.

Fully recovered and perfectly styled, Lockhart had stepped back into the spotlight with unstoppable momentum.

His first class had already left a deep impression on the students.

Even though the local Japanese instructor’s lessons were just as solid in content...

Well—

Let’s just say... appearance and charisma had absolutely nothing to do with it.

Definitely not.

Allen and his friends’ flower business had absolutely not relied on female customers.

Absolutely.

Still—

The school healers here were impressively skilled.

Allen had originally thought the combined curses and poisons would keep Lockhart down until they returned home.

If it weren’t for the fact that repeated poisoning would raise suspicion...

He’d have gladly given him the full treatment again.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

There were more important matters.

Allen patted Valor’s head and had him carry a note inside.

A moment later, Marshall and the others came running out, following Valor.

From their expressions, it was clear—they weren’t here for celebrity worship.

They were just here for the excitement.

"Hey, Allen! We got great seats! Professor Lockhart is telling the story of how he fought an invisible magical creature and got seriously injured protecting the school! Hurry up and come listen—he really is an amazing adventurer!"

Allen rolled his eyes.

In front of him, a patch of green plants had already begun sprouting buds—flowers that would bloom in about three minutes.

He pulled out a stack of leftover wrapping paper from his bag.

"What are you standing around for? Same as usual—today’s a perfect opportunity."

"Oh! Why didn’t I think of that? Same pricing?"

Allen unwrapped a lollipop, his face clearly saying I’m disappointed in your sudden stupidity.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Today, we’re selling face-to-face."

"The price doubles."