It seemed that thing was quite good at seeking good fortune and avoiding danger.
John narrowed his eyes. It sounded like some strange curse.
Still...
John's thoughtful gaze settled on Stephens. Not knowing something did not mean he could not learn it.
His ill-intentioned look inexplicably made Stephens feel a little uneasy.
His new professor was a good person, right?
Soon, Stephens was discharged from the hospital.
As Hufflepuff's renowned star student, he became a study maniac clutching a stack of books taller than himself amid a crowd content to coast along.
Stephens silently opened Advanced Runes and the Comprehensive Catalog of Ancient Languages.
He deeply regretted talking so much to the supervising professor who had seemed so understanding.
Perhaps the only upside was that the voice never bothered him while he was with the professor.
He suspected that the ancient, obscure whisper was afraid of the seemingly harmless Professor Wick.
"To get rid of this trouble sooner." Stephens gritted his teeth and decided to put in the effort after all.
Under the influence of his explorer father, he had developed a keen interest in these ancient scripts.
But his knowledge was limited to the basics.
It's just a few books. I can handle this!
Probably.
"Stephens! Thank goodness you're all right!"
Lewis shouted when he spotted Stephens in the Great Hall.
Stephens was well liked at school. He was gentle and patient, and even the younger students admired him.
Stella came over too, looking curiously at the fourth-year student.
Stephens had chosen runes when selecting his courses the previous year, though he had dropped divination and arithmancy in exchange.
Stephens smiled at the two of them. "What class do you have this afternoon?"
"Care of Fantastic Beasts," Stella said eagerly. "I can't wait to see what interesting lessons Professor