Chapter 29: A Lesson That Wasted a Life

The location for the make-up lesson that Link was attending this time was inside a manor located in the suburbs of London, quite a long distance away from Hogwarts.

To be honest, Link originally thought that Filch would use the Thestral carriage to take him out of Hogwarts' anti-Apparition range during the night, and then use some other kind of transportation tool to reach the class location.

But Filch didn't do that. He spent over four hours driving the Thestral carriage all the way to the manor.

This made Link feel like there must be something wrong with Filch's brain. After all, being blown by the wind in the sky for over four hours was not a pleasant experience.

And just as Link slowly got off the Thestral carriage, he suddenly understood Filch's intentions.

Because at this moment, their carriage was already completely surrounded, not even a drop could leak through. Dozens of wizards wearing strange and extravagant clothes were staring at Link and the Thestral carriage with eyes full of envy, jealousy, and hate.

Seeing this, Filch shivered a bit, proudly tidied up his hair that had been blown into a chicken's nest by the wind, and finally stood next to Link.

His pretentious posture made Link speechless. Just as he was about to mock him with a few words, a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit and sporting a small mustache squeezed out from the crowd, his face full of smiles as he greeted Link:

"You've finally arrived!"

The middle-aged man loudly said as he reached out his hand. Seeing this, Filch quickly reached out his hand as well to shake.

But that middle-aged man twisted his body and nimbly dodged Filch, stretching his hand out toward Link instead.

"Young Master Flamel! You've finally come! I, New Oriental, on behalf of the Speed Spell Chanting Class sincerely welcome you and your servant to come study!"

"What? Servant?" Filch immediately exploded upon hearing this. "I'm not his servant, I'm a staff member of Hogwarts!"

Upon hearing this, Oriental glanced at Filch and said insincerely, "Oh, is that so? Then I'm truly sorry."

After speaking, he immediately put on a flattering expression again and once more extended his hand toward Link.

Link helplessly shook his head, lightly grasped the other's hand, and said, "Thank you for your welcome, Mr. Oriental. Also, your name is very unusual. Are you a foreigner?"

"Your insight is absolutely the strongest I've seen in my entire life. But I am indeed a pure-blood British wizard. The reason I have this name is simply because my mother was a bit willful, that's all." The awkwardness on Oriental's face flashed and then disappeared, quickly replaced again by endless flattery. "Alright, Young Master Flamel, please follow me. The morning lesson is about to begin. Professor Andrew is waiting for you."

While speaking, Oriental bowed and made a 'please' gesture, leading Link into the largest three-story building on the farm.

The interior decoration of this building matched its exterior, it was of an extremely vintage style.

To be honest, Link quite liked walking around here. After all, in his previous life, he saw too many buildings made of reinforced concrete, so seeing this style now was quite refreshing.

Unfortunately, Oriental clearly didn't intend to let Link properly explore.

The three of them had only just entered the main hall when Oriental squeezed past Filch to stand half a step in front of Link, then bent slightly and flattered, "Choosing our company is absolutely the most correct decision you could make. Our Speed Spell Chanting course series was completely designed for clients like you whose talents have not yet been discovered."

"Here, I strongly recommend you subscribe to our full course package. I believe this will greatly help your wizarding career. If you order now, I can personally give you a 20% discount, only 160 Galleons in total."

"You don't have to worry whether these courses work or not. Before you, we've already helped many wizards rediscover magic. Look, these are the thank-you letters they sent us. Uh, you don't need to take a look? Alright then, I'll read them to you. Ms. Z. Nettles wrote to say..."

Listening to Oriental's emotional and dramatic reading, Link felt he was just like the sales people he had seen in his previous life, equally shameless, equally fanatical.

The only difference between them was that this Oriental in front of him was even more snobbish. You could tell just from the way he had treated Filch and Link earlier.

But Filch clearly didn't see through the fact that the other party was tricking people into buying lessons.

When he heard that there was a 20% discount, Filch's eyes lit up. Link guessed that there was a high chance he would be tricked into buying the course.

Link didn't intend to persuade him otherwise, and instead ignored Oriental's chatter and walked into the so-called classroom.

This was indeed a classroom, but large stains covered the walls and floor, and the air was filled with a smell similar to cow dung.

Considering this place was originally a farm, Link could be sure, this was a classroom converted from a cow shed.

At this time, there were already quite a few people sitting in this large classroom. But these people were all older in age, and their clothes were ragged. Compared to students, Link thought they looked more like farmers who originally worked on this farm.

As for the 'professor' who was about to teach them, don't even mention it. He was a two-meter-tall bald man with bulging muscles. Most of the students in the classroom looked like little chicks standing in front of him.

Link's face immediately darkened, but since he had already come, he accepted it and sat in the front row under Oriental's arrangement.

Then, a precious hour of Link's life was wasted.

For an entire class, the mountain-like Mr. Andrew kept talking about motivational nonsense. He continuously encouraged the students present to interact and loudly chant things like "I'm great", "I'm good", performing self-hypnosis, and then talked about some strange success stories to fool students into buying the course.

As for any real useful knowledge, there was none at all.

After just one class, Link was completely disappointed in this so-called Fast Spellcasting class. It was exactly the same as those salesmen in his past life tricking old people into buying health supplements!

But unlike Link, Filch was extremely serious in class. In fact, in order to take notes of every word Professor Andrew said, he even filled an entire notebook densely, and when class ended, he respectfully bowed to Professor Andrew.

Seeing his tearful, grateful expression, Link silently shook his head, then resolutely stood up and prepared to leave.

Even though there was still a free bonus class called "The Magic of Language" next, judging by the nature of this "Fast Spellcasting" class, how good could that "Magic of Language" really be?

Rather than sit here and waste time, Link would rather go back and study real spells more thoroughly.

But just as Link walked to the door, he heard Oriental's deliberately lowered voice coming from nearby.

"Lupin! You better be grateful! You know how many people in this world are willing to hire a dangerous and lowly werewolf."

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