The other one-
He was a tall, rather lean youth with hair as red as fire, dressed in velvet robes whose hems swayed in the breeze. He looked cultured and refined, even a little like a frail intellectual.
But the instant Cheng Quandao saw him, he involuntarily held his breath.
It was an instinctive reaction.
Like an animal catching sight of its natural predator!
A name immediately sprang into Cheng Quandao's mind-Vaughan Weasley!
Cheng Quandao had imagined meeting Vaughan Weasley many times.
Before yesterday, he had fantasized about unraveling Weasley's magic, standing before this renowned genius as the victor, and trampling him into the dust.
Of course, that fantasy had quietly vanished from his mind after he witnessed Weasley's magic.
He had begun to fret, thinking of his helplessness and fear in the face of that magic. He wondered what words he could use to retaliate with dignity and conviction, but without being too cutting, if Weasley acted superior and mocked him and his teacher.
And yet-when they actually met, Cheng Quandao discovered, to his dismay, that he could not open his mouth.
Weasley merely stood in the riverside breeze without doing anything, yet Cheng Quandao could not utter a word.
Nor did Weasley attach as much importance to him as he had imagined. There was no special treatment, no ridicule or mockery. Weasley merely gave him a casual glance and a slight nod in greeting before turning his attention to his teacher.
It seemed that, in Weasley's eyes, he was someone of no consequence!
At that moment, Cheng Quandao suddenly understood why his childhood playmates had vanished from his side one after another. It was not because they were sensitive or insecure, nor because they disdained clinging to someone influential.
It was probably because, back then, they had faced