Chapter 156 Final Grades Released Similar to Entrance Exams
"I didn't see you the whole time." Hedda fell on the bed in a trance. Although she had removed the crinoline, the rust marks on the waist of the dress still made her feel uncomfortable. Hedda struggled for a while, then sat up resignedly and took off her clothes bit by bit.
She could choose to go home and return to the academy tomorrow morning, so that she could have servants to help her clean up... but forget it.
Compared to meeting Duke Turner, cleaning up after myself at least wouldn't cause any mental trauma.
Hedda grumbled and complained, and after a while she realized that Edith hadn't spoken. She raised her head, cooled her cheeks with the back of her cold hand, and said blankly, "Edith?"
A strong smell of alcohol wafted from behind Edith's left ear. Edith raised her head sharply and responded to Hedda's words: "What's wrong?"
"Have you had too much to drink?"
Hedda laughed foolishly and leaned forward, completely pressing on Edith: "Why are you so - slow to react!"
Edith: “…”
It was obvious that someone else was drunk.
She sighed, reached out her hand, and helped Hedda untie the ribbon on her back. The cloth that was clinging to her skin fell away, and the cold air of the late night poured in, making Hedda gasp: "What!"
"Go change, it's untied." Edith raised her chin, took out her wand and waved it, and the light in the bathroom lit up instantly. Hedda reacted for a few seconds, slowly got up and walked closer, and soon, the sound of running water came from the source of the light.
Edith used the faint sound to clear her mind, trying to clear the recent scene from her mind.
If she wants to sleep tonight, she'd better forget everything.
Unfortunately, the results were minimal.
Even as Hedda changed into her pajamas, threw her dress carelessly on the floor, and stumbled onto the bed, the scene of Shelly holding up her hand was still replaying in Edith's mind.
Unable to sleep, she stood up, picked up Heda's skirt from the floor, and hung it back in the closet.
The person behind me began to breathe evenly and peacefully.
Hedda fell asleep.
Edith sighed, put on her cloak, and quietly opened the door of the dormitory in the moonlight. The dormitory manager seemed to be patrolling the first floor, and she did not try to avoid him, and successfully reached the top of the building along the stairs.
It was already winter, and it was late at night, so the cold was everywhere. Edith pulled her collar closer and sighed softly.
Not only did she not forget what happened tonight, but after this incident, some things that she had almost forgotten also resurfaced in her mind.
The time when she delivered materials for Dean Keith... was also the time when she happened to run into Shelly recording her original body data in the internal laboratory.
If she remembered correctly, Shelly seemed to bend down and kiss her hair, but the distance was too far and she was afraid of being discovered, so she couldn't see it clearly and couldn't be completely sure. So later, when there were too many things to do, she put this scene behind her and almost forgot it completely.
…So is there something else she’s forgotten?
Could it be that, perhaps, in the past, there were memories hidden that she had forgotten but that actually held deep meaning?
......
Teacher laboratory.
Shelly didn't want to go back to the dormitory, so his legs unconsciously walked here. He pulled out a chair and sat down, resting his arms on the table, and suddenly rubbed his face vigorously from bottom to top with his hands.
…what he did.
Kissing hands is also common in daily social interactions. In addition to expressing restrained ambiguity, kissing hands can also be used to show respect to people of higher status.
But the one just now was obviously not that, and judging from the teacher's expression, she didn't think that kiss expressed respect.
Even if Edith mistakenly understood it as former student Shelly's respect for Teacher Gary, in the eyes of outsiders, as a professor, kissing the back of his student's hand definitely revealed some other thoughts.
He tilted his head back, leaned against the back of his chair, closed his eyes, and slowly let the alcohol take over his brain.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
But obviously someone doesn't want him to have an easy time.
Shelly pushed the hair away from his face, turned his head, and waved his wand. The curtains slowly opened, revealing the face that was squeezed and deformed on the glass.
Bertram leaned against the window, and when he saw Shirley, he banged on it again excitedly: "Bang, bang, bang!"
Open the door, he mouthed silently.
Shelly: “…”
Never mind, it just so happens that he also wants to find someone to talk to.
He stood up, and Bertram, who was clinging to the windowsill, immediately let go and rushed straight to the door of the laboratory.
As soon as Shelly opened the door, the man rushed into the laboratory at a speed invisible to the naked eye, closed the door, locked it, and drew the curtains in one go.
Shelly: Imprisonment?
Bertram: "An interrogation."
His expression was not as playful as usual, but it was not too serious either. He sat down in the seat where Shelley usually sat without any courtesy and waved his hand: "Sit wherever you want."
Shelly took a deep breath and sat down at the laboratory table three meters away from Bertram.
“You saw it.”
"I saw it. What's going on?"
"It's pretty much what you think."
Huge amounts of information often require only the briefest words. After a brief exchange of two sentences, Bertram took a breath, leaned back, and put his weight completely on the back of the chair: "Oh my God..."
"Does anyone have feelings for you?"
"I thought you would care about the problems of students and teachers."
"Thank you, I accept it well."
Shelly was silent for a moment: "Probably not?"
Bertram gasped again: "How could there be none?"
"Will you like your teacher when you go to school?"
"Well, that's right."
Bertram understood everything in an instant. He stood up and paced around the room, looking anxious: "I won't tell anyone. Don't worry, at that time everyone was looking at their own partners, and no one saw you except me."
"Don't get too involved with Edith for now. She still needs to fight for the league championship. We can't let those newspapers focus on the gossip."
Shelly pressed his forehead with a headache: "It's my own fault. It has nothing to do with her."
"You can't just say it doesn't matter!" Bertram shook his head. "But fortunately, Goddess, no one will believe me even if I tell others."
Not only would he not believe it, he would probably even put the blame on himself - it was perfectly normal for Bertram to hook up with female students.
He wanted to ask more in-depth questions, but Shelly looked even more confused than he was. He could only suppress his emotions and comfort her with a few random words: "Go to bed early."
"She happened to be testing your third-grade papers, and we'll have to meet again tomorrow when the results are announced...be careful about your performance."
......
the next day.
Edith barely slept all night.
Although she didn't have the pain of a hangover, her brain was as groggy as a drunk person's. She lowered her eyes and reached out to touch her clothes, but she didn't expect to find nothing.
She blinked, and then realized that she came back from the roof last night, wearing a school robe and a cloak and lying on the bed. She tugged at the corner of her clothes, and the fabric became wrinkled under the rolling, looking a little too casual.
Edith looked towards her closet.
She had already packed up the extra robes and put them at Mary's house. Since she had nothing to change into, she casually cast a spell and forcibly straightened her clothes.
The effect of the spell was still not as good as natural one, but it was enough. She wiped her face casually, scratched her hair, and walked out the door without eating anything.
The final results were posted in the auditorium in the same way as the entrance exams, in descending order by grade. The first graders were the last to post their results, so the three people in the dormitory were still asleep and no one noticed her leaving.
Edith exhaled slowly and watched the white mist dissipate from her eyes. There were already quite a few people walking around in the academy, but most of them had their heads down, not as confident as before.
Lack of sleep, hangovers, body aches from dancing all night, and fear of the upcoming results made everyone look listless, and Edith wasn't the only one who seemed to be suffering.
Everyone was immersed in their own pain, and few noticed her. Edith followed the crowd past the teleportation point, stood at the entrance of the auditorium, and looked up at the people walking in the other direction.
Many students chose to go home after the dance. At this time, they came in from the school gate teleportation point and looked at these spiritual points in the college.
Some of them had a good rest, and the rest were probably confident in their results. Instead of feeling fear, they were even vaguely excited.
Edith saw Zebulon among them.
He was more confident in theory than in practice. Although he looked calm, his raised eyebrows revealed that he was in a good mood.
The other person also saw her, and for some reason, he stretched out his hand and waved.
Edith: “?”
Who to say hello to, me?
She shook her head, thinking that she was dazzled by lack of sleep, and walked straight into the auditorium. There were no fixed seats for the results announcement, and she didn't want to socialize, so she walked directly to the edge.
Unexpectedly, in such a dark environment, she was still recognized by many people.
"Edith?" a strange voice sounded. Edith narrowed her eyes, took a moment to react, and managed to recall this face from the depths of her memory.
They seem to be candidates in the same examination room.
"Hello." She responded politely.
The other person looked at her purple eye circles and nodded in agreement. "It must be very hard." She sighed, "Bad luck... This year's test paper is really too weird."
It's bad luck to come across this set of papers.
"I personally declare Professor Edward dead."
"I support you."
"Until I die, I will never be able to do such a disgusting test again."
As soon as one person spoke, many heads popped up around him, complaining about the problems with the final exam paper. People who were originally unfamiliar with each other were tied together by a common enemy, and an inexplicable friendship of mutual respect was formed.
"...This paper doesn't test potions at all." Edith was silent for a few seconds. "It only tests recitation and calculation, which is no different from the History of Magic."
"that is!"
"hateful!"
"I hope I won't be assigned to Edward's class next year."
The atmosphere suddenly became lively. Edith smiled and simply sat down where she was.
Just as she straightened her body, she saw a familiar figure sitting down on her left side in her peripheral vision. His movements were smooth and fluent, without any sign of hesitation.
She raised her eyebrows: "Your Highness Campbell."
The laughter in the front row suddenly disappeared.
"Miss Griffin."
Zebulon returned the greeting, "You don't look very well."
He seemed to be still worried about her mental state. "The academy has intervened in the matter of the pharmacy test not being consistent with the teaching content. Professor Edward should be punished accordingly. Please don't worry about this."
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