The Twelfth Week

By the twelfth week, many things had begun to grow clearer.

Professor Yi, who had taught Divination, Professor Li of Potions Studies, Professor Emma of Astronomy Studies, and several other senior professors had vanished from their classrooms. Ordinary lecturers had taken their places.

When students asked where the professors had gone, they received only vague, suggestive answers like "leave of absence," "other business," or "don't know."

Between the rumors spread by a certain Curly Haired Dog and Xiao Xiao's deductions, Zheng Qing grew increasingly certain that something had happened at the school. Perhaps it was because he had practiced Transfiguration, but curiosity about the professors' whereabouts scratched at him like a cat's claws.

He still had enough sense not to sneak after a professor or slip into a forbidden part of the school to investigate. That did not mean he was free of trouble.

Professor Yao, who was working to resolve his Transfiguration abnormality, had disappeared after taking the remaining potions and relevant materials. Professor Yi's private tutoring session on Tuesday evening had been postponed, with no new date in sight. And for several days running, the door to Professor Montria's office had kept the young scholarship student out.

After the Freshman Competition, when a certain Black Cat had run out of Zheng Qing's body, Professor Yao had suggested that he consult Professor Montria, the school's specialist in bloodline talents. The young scholarship student had even asked the beautiful Su Shijun to write him a letter of recommendation. Unfortunately, his timing was terrible. It seemed the school had reassigned Professor Montria too.

Zheng Qing had gone to the professor's office in the Office Building for days, but had never found him there.

It left the young scholarship student more frustrated than ever.

Compared with him, the rest of the class