Jino's words were like a grand epic, leaving many young wizards staring at one another.
Blood and tears, practice?
They didn't understand. Did that mean they had to fight?
Ignoring the young wizards' varied expressions, Jino stared at them and asked again, "Does anyone else have a question?"
"Professor Luthor."
Another young wizard raised a hand.
Jino followed the raised little hand with his gaze.
Wherever his eyes passed, the young wizards instinctively parted to form two paths.
Jino saw a little witch with messy hair raising her hand, staring stubbornly at him.
"Oh, Miss Hermione Granger." Jino smiled as he sized up the girl whose name had spread throughout Hogwarts.
"You can ask whatever you want. I'll tell you everything I know."
"It's like this." Hermione hesitated, pursing her lips before slowly asking beneath countless watchful gazes, "Professor Luthor, what did you do before this?"
This question had always lingered in Hermione's mind.
She had searched countless newspapers and Wizarding World magazines, yet had found nothing about the name Jino Luthor.
That was why Hermione was so puzzled about his identity.
"Me? That's a good question." Jino smiled at Hermione, then teased the others. "I believe quite a few of you have the same question, don't you?"
"Then I can tell you."
"My name is Jino Luthor."
The boy seemed to have said something pointless, but he chuckled. "Before coming to Hogwarts, I traveled the world."
"I have crossed mountains and waded through streams."
"I have leaped over peaks untouched by human feet."
"I have also defeated cruel and ferocious enemies."
"My identity is beyond your imagination."
Jino stroked his chin. "But what I can tell you is this."
"As the Dark Arts Professor, I will teach you countless forms of knowledge and skills."
Jino snapped his fingers lightly.