New Teacher

As the students waited eagerly, a familiar figure to Allen walked in—it was Albert.

Dumbledore had arranged many people to protect Harry Potter, such as Harry's neighbor, Mrs. Figg. Though she was a Squib, she had earned the trust of Harry's aunt, Petunia.

Whenever there was something to do at home, Aunt Petunia often left Harry with Mrs. Figg.

It seemed that his older brother Albert was one of the Ministry of Magic's guards assigned to protect Harry at school. But could a Pureblood Wizard really teach science?

"Hello, students. I'm your new teacher, Albert Harris."

Big Brother Albert—oh no, Mr. Harris—wrote his name on the blackboard.

"Perhaps you think science has nothing to do with your daily lives. Perhaps you think it is a particularly serious, boring, dispensable subject. Let me tell you—you're wrong!"

Albert waved the pointer with his left hand while an empty cup appeared in his right. Before everyone's eyes, the cup filled with water out of thin air.

With a sweep of his hand, another cup of water appeared to the right of his hand, as though it had been copied.

"All right, now there are two cups of water. Did you see that clearly?" The students were already dumbfounded and nodded repeatedly.

"Now, I'd like to change one of the cups of water. Which one would you like to see changed?"

Albert blinked mischievously. The students cried out and pointed wildly at the two cups.

Albert made a flourish with both hands, and the clear water on the right visibly turned into a yellow liquid. Cheers erupted one after another.

"What is that?"

"Juice, maybe?"

"No, I think it's oil!"

"Water and oil? Is the teacher going to cook?"

The students all spoke at once, guessing at their new teacher's intentions.

"Shh... this is only the beginning." Albert shook his right hand, and a card appeared in it. Every student below the podium widened their eyes, afraid of missing the exciting moment.

Then Albert picked up a credit card and covered the cup of water with it. He inverted it above the oil, slowly slid the card aside to create a small gap, and a miracle happened.

Tiny bubbles rose and fell. The oil below slowly rose while the water gradually sank, until the water above had completely become oil and the oil below had become water.

"That's so cool!"

"Mr. Albert is so awesome!"

"That's amazing! I wonder how he did it!"

"I really want to learn."

Cheers and chatter rose one after another. Even students from the neighboring classroom could not help coming out to take a look.

"All right, quiet down. Now, can anyone tell me the principle behind this?"

Mr. Albert pressed both hands downward. The students had been utterly won over by his magical methods and fell silent at once.

The classroom was now as quiet as it had been noisy moments ago.

Everyone thought it was amazing, but they all lowered their heads, avoiding eye contact with the teacher.

"Does nobody know?" Mr. Albert seemed a little disappointed.

What science? The first trick was clearly a silent spell. Still, the later part was somewhat interesting. Allen muttered inwardly.

Since he was his actual older brother, he would help him out. Allen raised his hand. Albert and Tu immediately motioned for Allen to stand and answer.

"The water and oil must have been prepared by the teacher. The water and oil switched places because water is denser than oil, so it sank through the small gap. The oil was squeezed out and moved into the upper cup."

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out in the classroom.

Flag, his deskmate, and Harry in the seat ahead looked at Allen with admiration and clapped furiously.

"Very well said! I couldn't have explained it any better myself. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and write it down." Albert clapped his hands, and the classroom filled with the rustling sound of pens moving across paper.

Albert then explained the requirements for science class and the tools they would need to prepare that semester before class ended.

The students cheered and ran out of the classroom. Some were still showing off to the neighboring class about how handsome their new science teacher was and how amazing his experiments had been.

"Harry, Allen, let's go play ball!" Flag invited enthusiastically, eager to share his new basketball with his friends.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Rotten fish and worthless shrimp all gathered together." Several big boys surrounded them and knocked the basketball from Flag's hands.

They were truly impossible to get rid of. It was Dudley and his group again.

"Dudley, I'm not afraid of you!" Flag's beloved basketball had been knocked away, and he shouted angrily at Dudley.

"Haha, Harry was my first punching bag. Now the second and third punching bags have delivered themselves right to me!" Dudley squeezed his beady eyes maliciously and struck his fists together in excitement.

This was the first time Allen had encountered campus bullying in both his lives. He had to admit that being surrounded by several big boys made him a little nervous.

As for magic, apart from using the Charms that came with his equipment, Allen had never cast any magic himself.

In a situation where the enemy was strong and they were weak, the only way out was—Allen, Harry, and Flag exchanged glances. "Run!" Flag roared.

Running away was nothing new to Harry. The skinny Flag darted left and right, slippery as an eel. Though Allen was strong and not as nimble at dodging as Harry and Flag, he was quick-witted and could always calculate the best escape route. Their destination was—the teachers' office.

Dudley and the other three charged recklessly after them, shouting excitedly and drawing countless complaints wherever they went.

"If I'm not mistaken, are you boys fighting?"

"Big Brother's voice. I'm safe." Panting heavily, Allen hid behind Albert.

Moken's laughter froze on his face before it had even stopped. Dudley and the other three shoved and bumped into one another. They did not dare run away, nor did they dare step forward.

"Mr. Albert, as you can see, Dudley and the others are using their size to bully Harry, Flag, and me. They wanted to turn us into their punching bags. We didn't want to get beaten up, so we could only run everywhere."

Allen clearly described everything that had happened.

His own younger brother and the person he was assigned to protect had been bullied right under his nose. How could Albert let that stand?

Albert suppressed the anger rising in his heart and asked in a low voice, "Is what Allen said true?"

Harry and Flag nodded desperately, as though that alone could prove Allen's words were true.

Dudley and the other three stammered, unable to offer any explanation.

Dudley hid his hands behind his back, unwilling to let Albert discover his new boxing gloves.

"Dudley, what are you holding?" How could Albert fail to notice Dudley's little movements?

"Nothing." Dudley hid them even more tightly.

Albert pursed his lips. The pointer in his left hand, hidden behind his back, flicked. Dudley seemed to be shoved hard, staggering several steps before bracing himself against the wall to avoid falling.

"Who pushed me?" Dudley shouted as he turned around. Moken and Piers stared at him as if they had seen a ghost. From their perspective, Dudley had simply taken several steps forward as though he were drunk.

"So they're boxing gloves. It seems Dudley has his own hobby, which is good. But your skills aren't much, are they? It's not very nice to take your frustration out on classmates just because you can't hit a punching bag. Let me teach you."

Albert did not ask for Dudley's consent at all. He grabbed Dudley's fat hands, pulled off the boxing gloves, and barely squeezed his own hands into them.

"Focus. Watch carefully!" Albert gave Dudley no time to react and threw his punches swiftly.

Left hook, right hook, alternating punches, every blow slicing through the air.

Dudley was so frightened that he did not move. Albert used him as a reference point: his left fist flew past Dudley's left ear, while his right fist whipped up wind beside Dudley's right ear. Dudley could barely see how Albert was punching. All he saw was a blur of fists.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it had actually been very quick. As Albert stopped punching, Dudley's legs went weak and he collapsed onto the ground.

"Don't let me see you bullying your classmates again. If you want to tell your parents, go ahead."

Albert removed the gloves and stuffed them into Dudley's arms. Disgusted, he patted the palms dirtied by Dudley's sweat inside the gloves and turned to leave.

Amid the laughter of the students, Dudley and his group slunk away without even daring to leave behind a threat.

"Wow, Mr. Albert is so cool!" Flag praised eagerly.

"I wish I had Mr. Albert's skills. Then, if Dudley ever tries to use me as a punching bag again, I'll beat him up hard." Harry looked full of envy.

Allen wholeheartedly agreed with the two of them.

"Emergency mission: Obtain the recognition of three teachers and the admiration of fifty classmates within one day to receive the Basic Body Refining Technique, which improves one's physique and increases muscle control, as a reward. The host has currently obtained the recognition of two teachers and the admiration of twenty-nine classmates. Please keep up the good work!"

There were only thirty students in the class including himself. How was he supposed to make up the other twenty-one? Allen silently steeled himself. To avoid ever being helpless in the same situation again, this mission could only succeed—it could not fail.