Hostage

Hermione's worldview had taken a tremendous blow. For some time afterward, she seemed completely dazed. Even after they went to the dining hall for dinner together, she had not fully recovered. Judging by her condition, it would probably take her quite a while to digest all that information.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't make a move on young girls?"

Scáthach carried a plate of pastries over and leaned close to Yinsen with a curious look.

"I won't."

"Hermione looks like she's fallen victim to your poison."

"I just told her about our identities." Yinsen really wanted to ask in return: How did it look like that? It didn't look like that at all, okay?

"So that's what happened."

Scáthach realized things did not seem to be heading in an interesting direction. She retreated with a disappointed expression, though she deliberately tossed out one last remark: "Still, there seem to be more and more little girls around you!"

"..."

When he turned his head, he saw Illya holding Little White and staring at him expressionlessly. Yinsen decided to pretend he had not understood. He casually wandered off in some direction, treating it as an after-dinner stroll to aid digestion, even though this body would never suffer from indigestion.

Aside from telling Hermione about his identity, the most notable event during this period was that Hogwarts would be holding a ball. As a Triwizard Tournament champion, Yinsen would be one of the lead dancers.

Snape had specifically spoken to him about it, telling him to prepare Formal Attire in advance and hurry up and learn if he did not know how to dance.

"Dancing?"

Yinsen truly did not know how. In the first years after he had crossed over and obtained the Space-Time Pointer, he had constantly striven to survive and grow