The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　The textbook he used for self-study was a second-grade textbook borrowed from the library. But last year, this thing was called "Introduction to Magical Language: The Weight of Magic".

　"The weight of magic, mysterious characters, different descriptions, the same concept—I wonder if there are any changes in the details?"

　Dak then treated it as a review and carefully flipped through it.

　With all the students from the four departments present, speculation about the new professor grew in the classroom.

　However, unlike when they were in their first year, the little mages seemed to have grown up a lot after becoming second-year students.

　They no longer worry about whether the professor is strict or will deduct points randomly, but instead focus more on the professor's ability and teaching level.

　When the overall environment is on an upward trend, few people will go against the tide alone.

　It's exactly eight o'clock.

　The school bell rang on time.

　The students instinctively looked towards the podium, and then gradually quieted down.

　But because the professor had not yet appeared, some people were still whispering among themselves.

　Emma, ​​sitting in the front row, frowned. She didn't like people who weren't punctual.

　She was not alone; the students' opinion of the new professor immediately soured.

　As time ticked by, more and more people kept glancing at the door, but the new professor still hadn't arrived.

　The students, especially the loud-voiced ones from the Knights' Academy, gradually raised their voices in discussion.

　Dark frowned slightly. Although the professors at St. Marian College had all sorts of backgrounds and identities, most of them were quite reliable.

　There probably isn't a professor who would be late for the first class... right?

　Emmm...

　It's uncertain.

　Thinking of this, Dak let out a breath, and his brows relaxed.

　"Dakdak, why hasn't the professor arrived yet?"

　Diana leaned her head back on the table behind her and turned to ask.

　"Perhaps some unexpected event occurred?"

　Dark answered somewhat uncertainly.

　Rose also asked with concern, "Is this professor really reliable?"

　……

　Five minutes into class.

　The professor still hasn't shown up.

　Robert, with his loud voice, couldn't help but stand up and ask, "What's going on? Can a professor who's always late for class really teach well?"

　Witt Gold quickly pulled him down and whispered, "No, maybe the new teacher just has something to do?"

　"What could possibly happen?" Robert said, disgruntled. "Our castle is so safe. As long as he doesn't drink excessively, he's unlikely to get food poisoning. Even if he's really sick, he could just send a notification using his Sorting Card, right? It's probably just a lazy bum who overslept. Wait, is this professor another newly admitted one?"

　Three months had passed, and Robert's temper seemed to have only worsened.

　But as the saying goes, "one is influenced by one's company," and spending too much time with those hot-tempered veterans inevitably led him to pick up some of their bad habits.

　On the contrary, Witt Gold became much more composed.

　It seems that recognizing the Blood Princess did indeed bring about positive changes in him.

　He took Robert's hand and said, "If it's a newly recruited professor, Principal Arte will definitely mention it at the entrance banquet. It's most likely a professor transferred from another subject. I met last year's sixth-year magical language professor once; he was a taciturn person, but very particular about rules. If our new professor is him, he certainly won't be deliberately late."

　"Hey, you've said everything."

　Robert sat down, but continued to mutter to himself.

　As time continued to pass, the students of the Knights' Academy gradually grew impatient, and the students of the Noble Academy were not much better off.

　The noise in the classroom grew louder and louder, with more and more criticisms directed at the new professor.

　When a full quarter of an hour had passed, Emma, ​​who was sitting in the front row, finally couldn't help but stand up.

　Susan and Lucy, who were beside her, quickly asked, "Emma, ​​don't be impulsive!"

　Emma was taken aback: "Why would I act impulsively?"

　Lucy said shyly, "You didn't want to..."

　Emma chuckled and said, "What can I do? I can only go and ask Professor Sylph. Maybe the new professor is really in trouble, and we can help him out, right?"

　As she spoke, she actually got up from her seat.

　In terms of action, she is truly top-notch.

　Some students who had also thought of asking Professor Sylph were a step behind and simply sat back down, choosing to wait for Emma's questioning results.

　But when Emma reached the door, she suddenly stopped and took a step back.

　Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged professor dressed in a jet-black magic robe walked in from the doorway.

　The noise in the classroom subsided instantly.

　All the students couldn't help but focus their attention on the new professor's face.

　The new professor, dressed in a loose magic robe, had naturally curly dark brown hair, slightly dry skin, and a particularly prominent, hooked nose, resembling an old witch from a fairy tale.

　But he is a man.

　"Go back to your seat."

　The new professor finally spoke, his voice slightly shrill and not very pleasant, but his tone was deep, making one feel an irresistible urge to obey.

　Emma immediately frowned, her stubborn nature being brought to the fore.

　She didn't back down an inch and asked on the spot, "Excuse me, are you our new professor?"

　“Go back to your seat,” the new professor simply repeated.

　Emma grew increasingly displeased, and her voice rose involuntarily: "If you are our new professor, I hope you can provide an explanation for this lateness."

　"Go back to your seat." After repeating himself for the third time, the new professor suddenly raised his hand and pointed, his fingers with sharp nails emerging from his wide robe sleeves.

　Emma then suddenly felt dizzy, and when she came to her senses, she was already back in her seat.

　Her hands were flat on the table, and she was horrified the moment she regained consciousness!

　Susan and Lucy beside her couldn't help but cover their mouths, their faces showing horror.

　After dealing with Emma, ​​the new professor flicked his sleeve, and the classroom door closed automatically.

　He then strode to the podium, neatly stacked the books and materials in his hands on the podium, and faced the classroom.

　The classroom was now completely silent.

　……

　Everyone witnessed the new professor simply point a finger, and Emma Metis, who stood out in the class, retreated back exactly as she had left, without any ability to resist, and sat back down in her seat.

　This single move alone is enough to instill fear in people.

　The new professor, who was a full fifteen minutes late for class, exuded an extremely dangerous aura.

　At the very back of the classroom.

　Robert lowered his head, unable to contain himself, and whispered, "Witt, is it him?"

　Witt also tried to keep his voice down, saying, "It's him, the magic language professor from last year's sixth grade..."

　Robert couldn't help but complain, "Is this what you call being taciturn?"

　Witt: "He doesn't talk much... Ah!"

　Vitt suddenly screamed, and his entire body floated up uncontrollably.

　Immediately afterwards, Robert, who was next to him, also floated up.

　But Robert reacted quickly, immediately grabbing the edge of the table and stopping his upward-floating body.

　However, before he could refute it, he suddenly felt his fingers opening uncontrollably.

　His entire body was completely unable to move.

　He could only watch helplessly as he floated up and was hung from the ceiling along with Witt.

　The students in the front row suddenly turned their heads, their eyes widening and their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg in them.

　The new professor on the podium simply stated, "Talking is not allowed in my classes."

　Then Witt and Robert shut their mouths tightly, unable to utter a sound.

　The chicken was killed, and the monkey was made an example of.

　The junior mages all fell silent in fear.

　No sound other than that of the new professor could be heard in the classroom.

　……

　Then, the new professor turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard with chalk.

　[Holder Bode]

　"Remember this name. From today onwards, I will be your professor of magical languages. If nothing unexpected happens, I will teach you until you graduate from sixth grade."

　"Holder Bode spoke slowly in a low voice," Hoddle Bode said.

　As the second-grade students memorized the name, a dark cloud hung over their hearts.

　They had been guessing for so long before class, but none of them expected that the professor who would be waiting for them would be so gloomy.

　The thought of spending five whole years with such a professor made them all clench their toes.

　In this atmosphere, the stubborn Emma stubbornly raised her hand.

　Hoddle Bode suddenly lowered his brows, his gaze towards her becoming even more sinister.

　But despite his unpleasant expression, Professor Bode still pointed at Emma and said, "Speak."

　Emma stood up, propping herself up on the table, her gaze sharp and her tone angry. "Professor Hoddle Bode, were you already here?"

　……

　As Emma posed her question, Victor and Robert, who were still floating on the ceiling, both tried to shift their gaze and stare at the podium.

　The other students in the classroom also turned to look at Hoddle Bode, clearly waiting for his explanation.

　Hoddle Bode's lips curled into a cold smile as he said in a gloomy tone, "Of course I can't be late."

　The students in the audience were immediately abuzz with excitement.

　……

　Dark narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "So, this new professor is deliberately hiding, observing all the students' reactions from the shadows? Indeed, there's no faster or easier way to understand each student's temperament. The second year has finally gained an interesting professor!"

　He looked up slightly and saw Robert, who was floating to his upper right, looking furious, while Witt had a wry smile on his face. He then understood what the two of them were thinking.

　The students in the classroom were roughly divided into these two groups.

　Some people are very angry.

　Another group of people, while equally angry, would ponder why Hoddle Bode did what he did, thus gaining an initial understanding of the new professor's methods.

　As Hoddle Bode stated.

　If nothing unexpected happens, they will be together for the next five years.

　No matter how much you hate him, you have to face this fact.

　The upcoming magical language lessons are unlikely to be easy.

　……

　Emma sat down after getting the answer she wanted.

　Although she was still angry, she gradually calmed down after understanding Hoddle Bode's purpose.

　In any case, this professor is "something special".

　Before you fall out with him, you have to squeeze him dry!