The library.
Li Weide and Tom found a table by the window.
The quill in Tom's hand flew across the parchment, making a soft scratching sound.
For him, the Transfiguration essay was still very easy.
Of course, it would have been better if the person beside him were not frantically flipping through books and making bursts of noise that disturbed him...
"I say, can you be quieter? You're flipping pages so fast—what can you even see besides disrupting my essay?" Tom said irritably.
Hearing this, not only did Li Weide not stop flipping through the book, he sped up even more.
"What do you know? This is called the Quantum Reading Method!"
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
"Quantum... never mind. Can you stop bothering me? I'm reading!"
Tom threw down his quill. "Who exactly is bothering whom?"
To hell with this essay! I'm not writing it! I can't write it, absolutely can't write it! Whoever wants to write it can write it! "All right, I'm done reading. Take your time with your essay." Li Weide closed the Notebook Professor Slughorn had given him.
Thanks to his formidable memory, after carefully going through it once, he had already memorized all the main content.
"Where are you going?" Tom asked with a frown.
"I've finished reading, so naturally I'm going to take care of other things."
"And your essay?"
"What's the rush? It isn't due until next week, is it? If you don't rush to finish your homework at the very last minute, how can you say you've ever gone to school?"
Watching Li Weide's retreating figure leave the library, Tom sighed helplessly. "What a weirdo..."
There was no doubt that Li Weide had something on his mind. Their conversation just now had been nothing more than absent-minded responses, completely lacking