All I Need Is a Piece of Paper, a Pen, and a Minute

Suddenly, crisp applause rang down from the stage.

Black was standing on the stage, clapping with a smile all over his face.

The murmurs gradually died away.

Black's applause sounded especially clear.

Everyone turned their eyes back to this young genius.

If their gazes before had been filled with amazement and admiration, then now, there were far too many other things mixed into them.

Some were indignant, some disdainful, some were simply waiting to enjoy the show... there were all kinds of looks.

But everyone was watching him, wanting to see how this genius would break the situation before him.

Shafik saw that Black's face was still calm and composed.

His heart gave a slight jolt. Had he said something wrong?

To be honest, this was actually far beyond his expectations.

In his mind, Black should have been terrified by now, hiding behind Dumbledore in a panic.

But from the look of things, it seemed the matter was not that simple!

Shafik thought over what he had said and found no mistakes or omissions at all.

After confirming that he had even recited it word for word, the heart that had started to hang in suspense finally settled again.

Hmph. Today, even if you, Black, had eight mouths, you still wouldn't be able to explain yourself!

Black walked down step by step.

"I once heard that there was a kind of insect that could only survive in summer."

"Once summer ended, it died."

"So... it believed the world had always been sweltering."

"And it had never seen what winter was, nor had it ever seen what ice was..."

"Oh... right. Not long ago, I passed by a dry well, and then my most beloved book accidentally fell in."

"So I went down to look for it. I never expected to