However, this was only the beginning.
As the bell for class drew near, even more students joined the crowd of onlookers.
What made his scalp tingle even more was that some of them had started bringing gifts.
A few familiar Ravenclaws brought several newly published journals on magical theory, which was still normal enough.
But immediately afterward, a group of Hufflepuff students, bearing their simple yet excessive enthusiasm, came rushing over carrying an enormous circular bouquet tightly woven from white and yellow chrysanthemums—
No, judging by its size and shape, it was clearly a funeral wreath.
"We looked up some Eastern customs, Professor!"
The round-faced Hufflepuff boy at the front proudly patted the wreath, which was nearly as large as a cartwheel, shaking several petals loose.
"We heard that when expressing the deepest condolences and blessings, you use this! It symbolizes the cycle of life and eternal remembrance!"
The students behind him nodded vigorously, clumsily offering the huge wreath, rich with the strong fragrance of chrysanthemums, toward Lin Du as though they wanted him to take it personally—or... find somewhere to hang it.
Lin Du stared at the solemn circular object before him, and the smile on his face froze completely.
He was going to call the police.
"Wait, wait a moment..." He tried to organize his words. "This, in the East, is usually used for..."
"For the most important occasions, to express the most sincere emotions! We understand!"
Another Hufflepuff girl hurriedly chimed in, her eyes sparkling.
"We picked the freshest chrysanthemums and spent all night weaving it! We hope it brings you lasting peace and good health!"
"Lasting... peace."
At the same time, a violently trembling pulse came through his mind—
It was Chao Feng. The fellow was clearly on the verge of laughing himself unconscious.
Lin Du's