Chapter 35 "Your name is Edith?"
Edith didn't understand why. She didn't hear anyone talking outside, but Marcia had given her the task of entertaining guests. But considering her teacher's half-purple body, it was normal for her to not want to go out and see people.
Forget it. After all, I had something to do with her drinking the potion, so I should help her to the end.
She shook the water off her hands, said yes, and walked out of the bathroom. The legendary "guest" was not sitting in a prominent position. She looked around but didn't see anyone. She turned around and asked Marcia, only to find out that the other party came for the experimental equipment.
"Go inside and check the small room on the left. It should be there." Marcia responded in a hoarse voice.
To do experiments? That's the Potions teacher.
Strange, Marcia is just an ordinary teacher, so her laboratory is naturally very basic, not as good as that of older teachers. Is there anything she can borrow?
Edith walked around the cabinet filled with crystal bottles and went to the room Marcia had pointed out, peering in with her social smile.
......
Her smile froze on her face.
The familiar figure in black robe and black hair appeared in front of her. Although they had not seen each other for half a year, the tacit understanding developed over seven years of getting along still allowed Edith to recognize him at a glance.
What the hell!
How could it be Shelly!
She subconsciously jumped back to her original position, still feeling frightened. It took her a while to realize that she looked different now than before.
Then it should be fine.
Edith prepared herself for a moment, recovered, and looked inside again. The young man happened to turn his head to adjust the light, so Edith was able to see his face and confirm his appearance again.
It's him.
More than half a year has passed. I don’t know whether the 21-year-old Shelly still has room to grow taller, or whether she will look taller after losing weight. In short, the student in front of her is somewhat different from her memory.
His figure was a little thin under the black robe, and his skin was pale. Although he looked normal, he had obviously lost a lot of weight. He was usually expressionless, but now he was even colder. Even from a few meters away, one could sense his aura of keeping strangers away.
Is unemployment such a big blow to people?
But if it was him, it would make sense. After all, he had just moved to the college, and the needs of being a teacher and a researcher were completely different. The laboratory configuration was definitely not complete, and he had to borrow everything he needed.
Edith sighed. Compared to the association, the research facilities of the academy were several levels lower.
It's really unfair to let Shelly do experiments here.
She adjusted her mood, thought about the behavior she should exhibit next, picked up the supplies that Marcia asked her to deliver, and walked into the door with her head lowered.
"The teacher asked me to help."
She held the object up to Shelly's eyes and spoke.
"Put it there." Shelly didn't even raise his head, focusing all his attention on the instrument in front of him.
A finger-length golden hair wrapped in rich magic was carefully placed on the transparent crystal plate. The number on the display went to the top almost the moment it was placed into the detector. Shelly frowned slightly, and the nails pressing on the golden hair turned white due to the force.
He lowered his eyes, his mood suddenly dropped for some reason, and he was immersed in low pressure.
Shelly silently changed the direction of the thing in his hand.
“Squeak——”
Edith's professional instinct took over and she subconsciously helped adjust the position of the light.
Bright white light shone through the glass lampshade, breaking the shadow cast by the body and shrouding the specimen in the dark in light again.
Shelly looked up in surprise: "Thank you."
......He had always been the assistant before, so he was a little uncomfortable with being helped suddenly.
Edith finally saw his face clearly and her heart skipped a beat. Shirley looked normal, but there was an indelible sense of fatigue between his eyebrows. Or maybe it could be said that his "normal appearance" was just a kind of calmness after a dead heart.
This situation is obviously not right!
Shelly lowered his head again and continued to adjust the instrument values while chatting with her politely. "Are you Ms. Taylor's assistant?" he asked casually, "What's your name?"
"I'm not. I'm just a student who slept in class. Marcia caught me and made me work to atone for my sins." Edith tried her best to get rid of the label of "good at potions" and called the teacher by her name, trying to distance herself from her previous life. "She asked me to help, but I have classes. If it's okay, I can leave first?"
It’s better not to tell me my name. It’s okay if you don’t doubt many things. Once you start to doubt, all your unintentional actions will become traceable in the eyes of others.
Shelly didn't really want to get to know her, so after completing the social convention, he stopped talking and nodded to show his agreement.
Edith was pardoned and was about to run away quickly, but unexpectedly she ran into a strange figure head-on.
"I was wondering why I couldn't find you, and you actually came here." Bertram pushed the door open and said, "You didn't attend the freshman entrance ceremony, nor the old student opening ceremony - you are not from an orthodox family, and if you don't socialize, you will be ostracized!"
He turned the corner, and unexpectedly, the person who appeared in front of him was not his friend Shirley, but a student. Bertram yelled twice and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know there was someone else here - are you Marcia's assistant?"
Edith deadpanned, "No."
She wanted to turn sideways and leave, but unexpectedly the man also turned sideways to her side, stopped her and looked her over.
"I know you!" After a while, Bertram, who had been racking his brains, suddenly shouted in surprise, "I attended the freshman orientation ceremony and was standing by the stage when I saw you go up to get your transcript. You are the top student this year, right?"
"Edith Griffin!"
Edith stiffened.
The sound of the instruments colliding behind him suddenly stopped, as if all the noises were sucked into a bottomless vortex.
She could feel Shelly's figure raising his head the moment he caught the key words, and his scrutinizing gaze lingered on her back, from top to bottom, and finally fell on her blonde hair, staying there for a long time.
"Your name is Edith?"
Bertram covered his mouth as if suddenly remembering something.
Careless! He forgot that Shelly's dead teacher also had this name - wasn't this just to irritate him!
His friend's mental state is already bad enough!
"Haha, is there any magic called Edith that is good at potions?" He laughed dryly twice, trying to liven up the atmosphere, but his voice became lower and lower, "Um..."
Edith could hear the sound of leather shoes scraping against the ground. She lowered her head and watched the shadow of the person behind her gradually encroach on the light under her feet. The shadow's head finally fell on the floor in front of her, facing her lowered face.
Edith felt that she was being scrutinized by both the shadow and the real person behind her.
"Yes, teacher, my name is Edith, Edith Griffin." Edith did not panic at this time, but introduced herself calmly, "Any questions?"
"......nothing."
The pale hands did not dare to move forward again, but gently touched the ends of Edith's hair. The color there was lighter, and it looked white under the light, like the morning light refracted by dew.
Edith tilted her head calmly, pulled the strand of hair from his fingers, turned around, and exposed her face to Shelly. "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." She showed a completely different look from her previous life, and said distantly, "I still have classes next, so I won't bother you two."
The name Edith is quite common, and blond is a common hair color for nobles in the royal capital, so the combination of the two is not uncommon.
"Haha, it's okay, go ahead." Bertram finally got rid of the awkward situation and stretched out his hand to Edith with a smile. "By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm your History of Magic teacher. The class on Friday is mine. Although history is not included in the entrance exam, I believe you must be good at it, right?"
I didn't expect that a teacher who looked so trendy would teach such boring history.
"Yeah, good job. I look forward to seeing you on Friday." Edith shook hands perfunctorily and replied with two words, trying to squeeze out from the gap, "Well, I have something else -"
"Hey, is it so lively here in Marcia today?"
Another Potions teacher walked in.
Edith: “…”
Damn it, what day is today!
She didn't know why, although the more people there were, the easier it would be for her to take advantage of the situation, but she always had a bad feeling in her heart.
"Hello, teacher." She greeted him reluctantly.
"Hello, Professor Fergus." Bertram was good at socializing and seemed to be familiar with everyone. He quickly greeted the newcomer and said, "Your laboratory is second only to the Dean's in terms of standards. Why are you here?"
"I just collected holiday homework from students and got a very interesting sample. I want to find someone to study it together." Professor Fergus smiled, and his glasses were pushed upwards by the wrinkled skin, forcing him to reach out and press them. "I gave an additional question, and who knew that a student could actually solve it."
"He can do the extra problems you assigned, and he also makes you feel that he is interesting. This student is quite good." Bertram widened his eyes exaggeratedly. "What sample? Can I see it?"
"It's okay to take a look at it, but forget about using it." Professor Fergus clicked his tongue twice, "Your habit of going to dance parties whenever you have free time... cough"
"You must be interested. The topic of the extra question I assigned is love potion."
Bertram's eyes lit up for a moment: "Is this true? Didn't they say that this kind of drug is impossible to make?"
"Yes, so we can only try to get as close to the efficacy as possible. The main purpose is to let students think divergently and learn to blend different medicines." Professor Fergus shook his head. "When the additional questions were assigned, the whole class handed in a total of 5, but most of them were just fooling around - this one was the most successful, take a look."
Edith, who was about to slip away, slowly retracted her leg.
......What?
She turned her head slowly and watched Professor Fergus take out a well-packaged bottle of potion from the package.
Mini crystal bottle, pink potion, and that slightly sweet smell——
The boy actually bought this thing to hand it in as homework?
Edith's heart was filled with alarm, but she pretended to be ignorant and walked out slowly. It was not until she turned around and came to the door in the blind spot that she breathed a sigh of relief and ran away.
At the same time she escaped, Shirley took the potion handed to her by Fergus, and fanned and sniffed the gas in the bottle while Bertram kept muttering, "I remember Shirley also has the recipe."
He was then stunned, and slowly raised his head, looking at Fergus with eyes filled with deep and incomprehensible emotions.
"You just said that this was matched by your students?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
