64: Urgent, My Roommate is a Supremacist Witch [Fourth Update]

Right on time, punctually.

No tardiness; there was even time to spare.

In the end, Ian did not give Snape the opportunity to ask him about the recipe for the Draught of Living Death.

"Ian! Over here! Over here!"

William, the green-haired boy, had probably arrived at the classroom long ago.

It was just that he appeared rather pathetic among the group of young wizards; while everyone else gathered in small groups of three or five to discuss the upcoming class, he sat all alone at his own table.

Perhaps the friends he had made on the Hogwarts Express were in the other two houses, and their good roommate Michael was currently acting quite shamelessly over at the Slytherin side, trying to curry favor.

Among the four first-year houses at Hogwarts, only Michael and an unknown Slytherin girl were limited-edition skins. Clearly, Michael was a very traditional brother from the hood.

"Now I've found the reason why Michael stayed completely silent this morning when we were discussing who the prettiest girl is."

Ian walked toward William with an expression of astonishment. His roommate from the same dorm enthusiastically helped him set out his textbook, turning directly to the first chapter they would cover in today's Potions class.

"He's a traitor!" William complained with a sense of grievance.

"I actually think it's pretty great."

Ian's mental knot was instantly untied, and his mood cleared up.

Earlier that morning, when ranking the young witches during breakfast, Michael's silence had inexplicably worried him for quite a long time. Now it seemed the black brother simply had a devoted love for black pearls.

Nothing wrong with that!

"That girl just said 'good afternoon' to him, and it felt like his soul had been hooked right out of him. The Slytherin side doesn't care about him at all, yet he keeps crowding over there."

"Sooner or later, he's going to be scammed out of every single Knut of his pocket money." William muttered incessantly, though whether this stemmed from his own past experiences remained unknown.

"You guys are really precocious. Unlike me, I only have a passion for learning." Ian glanced around. There was still a while before class started, and there were already quite a few young wizards in the classroom.

The Potions classroom was not particularly large, but it could easily accommodate forty or fifty people. With only a little over thirty young wizards present, the distribution felt quite spacious.

Aside from the ingredient storage cabinets that took up a fair amount of space, the classroom also contained various biological specimens soaking in jars and bottles. The Potions master, Snape, had not yet arrived.

"We're the same, I only have a passion for learning too."

William seemed to have finally found a kindred spirit and was overjoyed. However, at that very moment, a bright figure with a head of platinum-blond hair and textbooks in her arms stepped into the Potions classroom.

"It's her! The wicked woman from the Grindelwald family!"

"She must have come to Hogwarts to gather a new generation of followers. Ian, you have to believe me, my grandfather used to be an Auror in Germany for decades."

William looked like he only cared about studying in words; the slightest disturbance caused him to raise his head and look around. Unlike Ian, who was shaken by him yet kept attentively reviewing the Potions textbook.

*One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi* and *Magical Drafts and Potions*.

"She's walking over!"

William lowered his head with a flustered heart, terrified that his previous remarks might have been overheard. Amidst his intense anxiety and unease, he noticed two books being placed onto the desk shared by him and Ian.

"I'm sorry."

William trembled all over and instantly caved.

"?????"

Aurora looked in bewilderment at the inexplicable green-haired boy.

"A friend of yours?" she asked Ian curiously.

"Ian, we're good friends, right?" William suddenly grabbed Ian's arm, his voice filled with tension as his terrified little eyes darted back and forth between Ian and Aurora.

"Good afternoon, Aurora. William is my roommate; he's rather... shy."

Ian raised his head to look at the Germanic girl before him, choosing not to sell out his good roommate. He felt this act of "loyalty" was worth at least ten sock-washings.

"Mmm."

Aurora nodded and turned her gaze toward William.

"Good afternoon, Ian's roommate."

Faced with the greetings from the wicked woman of the Grindelwald family, William felt nothing but dread. His response was rather stuttering, and it was clear his nerves were under extraordinary strain.

"H-Hello."

He didn't even dare to use her given name.

Perhaps a master of verbal bravado was no better than this.

"Potions requires working in pairs. Will you partner with me?" Aurora did not continue her exchange with William. She looked at Ian with a hint of anticipation in her heterochromatic eyes.

"Pairing across houses, is that allowed?"

Ian asked with a trace of doubt.

Moreover.

"William was supposed to be my partner." God as his witness, Ian was genuinely considering the situation of his roommate being left without a partner, but William beside him had suddenly begun packing up his own belongings.

"I want to go see the scenery in the distance." William's running posture was somewhat peculiar, perhaps due to weak legs, as he stumbled all the way to the corner of the classroom.

Who knew what kind of scenery one could see from a place like that... Having hidden away in what he believed to be a "safe spot," William had completely driven any anticipation for the first Potions class out of his mind.

He stared at Aurora sitting next to Ian's table in the distance, his mind filled with frustration while his mouth muttered and grumbled incessantly to himself.

"He called her Aurora, and she called him Ian... Why didn't anyone tell me sooner!" At this moment, William's psychological state could be simply summarized.

Panicking.

Right after cursing the descendant of the first-generation Dark Lord.

What should I do if I find out my roommate is suspected of being a dyed-in-the-wool Neo-Nazi Wizard's Party member?

"Your friend is really quite timid." Aurora sat down beside Ian. Naturally, she understood why William had acted so terrified in front of her.

She had witnessed similar reactions from many people.

"Can't be helped. He has autism and has been afraid to communicate with strangers since childhood." Ian remained as fond of autism as ever, casting a glance toward the Slytherin section.

"Isn't *I* the one with autism?"

Aurora blinked.

"Everyone takes turns being autistic; that's what's called fairness." Ian's gaze was still searching the Slytherin side.

"When you left the common room, were there any young wizards from Slytherin who hadn't come out yet?" He checked the time; there were only a few minutes left before class.

"Are you trying to ask about Miss Astoria Greengrass?" Aurora understood Ian's expression, shook her head with helpless amusement, and spoke softly.

"She hasn't woken up yet. Snape said the shock she suffered was too great, and she might need to sleep for another two days." Pausing briefly, the Germanic girl lowered her voice further.

"I think she might just be pretending not to wake up."

As the saying goes, great minds think alike.

Ian shared the exact same thought.

"Must be! She's such a bad person!" Ian relaxed the hand he had resting in his trouser pocket.

His expression turned slightly disappointed.

"..."

Aurora's mouth twitched with a bizarre expression.

Before she could say anything,

"Bang!"

A bustling Snape strode into the classroom from outside. With a wave of his hand behind him, the heavy doors of the Potions classroom slammed shut with a resounding crash, evidently barring any latecomers from entering.

The entire room instantly fell into absolute silence.

Ian was left somewhat dazed.

What happened to the classic verbal abuse session for latecomers?

He had been looking forward to watching the show.