Although Su Er behaved perfectly normally, who was Mr. Ellison? He was a shrewd man who had fought his way through the brutally competitive business world and built a considerable fortune from nothing.
After several days of observation, Mr. Ellison became even more certain that something was weighing on his son's mind. Moreover, it probably concerned something that had happened in the Wizarding World, a world he had never had contact with.
It definitely wasn't a relationship problem. Hermione had been with his son practically every day lately, and the two youngsters were getting along wonderfully. Suli had said she had caught the little pair secretly holding hands several times.
That night, Angel, who had been clinging to her brother, was finally hauled off to bed by Mrs. Ellison, and Su Er at last had time to open Bathilda Bagshot's A History of Magic.
Professor Binns had assigned them an essay titled "A brief discussion of the fourteenth-century Muggle practice of gathering at cathedrals to burn witches to death."
Under the soft lamplight, Su Er spread out his parchment, holding a fountain pen filled with ink, his gaze resting on a passage that looked somewhat useful-
In the Middle Ages, people who could not perform magic, generally known as Muggles, were particularly afraid of magic. They believed this power beyond their understanding was a gift from the devil, even when wizards used magic to help deliver them from suffering.
Occasionally, they caught a real wizard or witch, but burning was utterly useless.
A wizard needed only to cast the most basic Flame-Freezing Charm to enjoy the pleasant tingling sensation of the flames while pretending to scream in pain.
Wendelin the Weird was especially fond of this sensation. According to records kept by interested observers, she had deliberately allowed herself to