Hogwarts' second-floor corridor.
A huge, slimy, slick Basilisk crawled out through a gap in a pipe. Its long tongue flicked from its mouth, and Tom, inside its head, quickly spotted a suitable target.
A little wizard hopping about in robes and jeans—obviously a Muggle-born wizard.
Tom had already made up his mind. Although the Basilisk's killing gaze had been thwarted by a little wizard's glasses some time ago, that embarrassing situation would never happen again.
Even if this little wizard happened to be wearing glasses, it did not matter. At worst, he could smash him to pieces with a swipe of the Basilisk's tail, then use those pieces to announce his return.
Things went almost exactly as he had expected. The Muggle-born wizard was petrified, and just as Tom was about to command the tail to strike, a humming roar sounded. The petrified little wizard abruptly vanished from where he stood, without even leaving behind a speck of dust.
"Hiss hiss hiss~" What?
"Professor, where are your glasses?"
During Alchemy class, Fred asked Kayson.
"Aren't they right here? Hooked over my left eye socket."
Kayson answered.
"But Professor, didn't you say yesterday that between appearance and your life, you should always choose life?" Myer, who had been hit with a Binding Curse the moment he got his glasses yesterday, said resentfully.
"Who said I didn't choose life?"
The next moment, a pale blue film of light suddenly appeared before Kayson's eyes, vanishing again in the blink of an eye.
"Professor, why don't we have that?"
"Give it up. Even Dumbledore doesn't get that treatment."
"Keep showing me the next question... But to make you a little happier, I promise that if every one of you gets an E on this month's exam, I'll give you... Jordan, close the back