Anyway, Allen and the others completed a simple tour under the gaze of their guide, whose expression of admiration was so intense that nobody could resist it.
Allen finally understood why Harry always looked so helpless when talking about his little tail, Colin, the despair Harry hid beneath that helpless look was deep, and Allen felt it firsthand now.
That evening, as hosts, Mahoutokoro prepared a self-service barbecue for their guests. By the fire, the sa guide who had escorted Allen and the others earlier that afternoon was now uninvitedly taking on the role of chef.
No complaints, of course, he was an excellent student, and hosting friends was part of his duty as a mber of the school.
By now, Allen and the others had learned the young wizard's na: Munetaka Kamishiraishi.
A considerate young man.
How considerate? He had taken it upon himself to handle all the food and even told Allen and his group that he would lead them to classes the next day. He had claid responsibility for everything, even without being asked.
Unfortunately, Allen wasn't happy.
Why was soone so clingy a male wizard? Sure, he had no perverted thoughts, but at least a female witch would be more aesthetically pleasing, damn it!
Allen's complaints, however, were soon quieted.
Thanks to Marshall steering the conversation, the topic shifted to a rather peculiar subject, you know what I an.
Since this was the boys' camping area, no one hesitated to talk about it. With Dumbledore and other professors dining in Mahoutokoro's cafeteria, there was no one left in the camp to supervise.
What? Prefects?
Cough, cough, small notebooks don't count.
As for the younger students, sorry, third-years and below, you normally don't even get to leave the school. There's a breeze over there, go play.
The conversation got so lively that they even got so wheat-brewed juice. Even the ever-stoic Slytherins quietly grabbed a batch.
The group talked and laughed until late, and Munetaka even promised to take Allen and a few others to Akihabara, he said it was amazing, but due to secrecy laws, only Allen's small group could go, and only on weekends.
Marshall and the others were curious; the rest didn't care. Most had never even heard of it, and were more interested in Japan's wizarding streets.
Allen wasn't disappointed either, two months of exchange was plenty of ti for fun, ahem, studying.
As for how Dumbledore would react to a small student gathering like this… Allen didn't care. "With Dumbledore around, everything's fine," as many professors would say.
By the ti night fell, the camp had spent the evening noisily, and everyone wished each other goodnight. Even the Slytherins, llowed by the juice, didn't act so aloof. The day ended in laughter and rrint.
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The next morning, sunlight stread in. Allen woke up in his tent, blinked, and realized the decor was wrong, he had completely changed locations overnight. Rubbing his sore head, he walked to the tent's bathroom. A new day had begun.
After Allen finished washing up, the rest of the group hadn't fully recovered from last night's revelry. Especially Marshall, loud snores echoed from his small room. Seriously, if this were in the dormitory, Allen would have silenced him with a spell.
It wasn't too late, and the sunlight wasn't glaring.
Few people were moving around the camp; last night's festivities and travel fatigue left everyone sluggish. They greeted each other with a smile, keeping last night's topics to themselves, so things are only fit for nightti discussion.
Outside, the Mahoutokoro student responsible for hosting had set up a small stand. Space was tight, so even breakfast was served outdoors.
Many Hogwarts students volunteered to help. With a bit of magic, the chairs and tables for breakfast were quickly arranged, waiting only for the food.
Allen had a minor problem, Munetaka appeared again, still wearing that face of absolute admiration, especially after Allen flawlessly executed spells that normally required several people to perform.
"Truly amazing, Allen-kun. Your magic is incredible. I hope I can learn from you in the future," he said earnestly.
If it weren't for needing him to guide them later, Allen might have smacked him with a spell. Seriously, stop it!
Unfortunately, Munetaka didn't hear Allen's thoughts, he seed firmly stuck on Allen.
Fortunately, Mahoutokoro still had classes, and Allen's group could only join lessons after special arrangents by professors. Large-scale exchange classes weren't simple, so many students and conflicting courses made simultaneous lessons impossible.
After a half-morning discussion, the schedule was set: classes followed Mahoutokoro's titable. If conflicts arose with two or three teachers teaching simultaneously, separate classes would be held, and students could choose which professor to attend, but no one could leave midway.
The rules were solid, though Allen thought of Professor Snape back at Hogwarts, still searching abandoned chambers, though he ant no offense. Under Snape's Potions class, few students would dare attend anyway.
Even though Snape's skills were top-notch, his temper was legendary. If only Slytherins were in his class, Allen imagined the professor would beco even more irritable.
The new system was innovative. Outside Mahoutokoro, Ilvermorny professors also held lessons. Students who had never interacted with them could explore, though Allen wasn't too eager, given his high reputation there… minus a few previous issues.
Hermione struggled the most, spending the entire afternoon scribbling in her notebook, mumbling over which professor's class to choose.
And so, amid excited young wizards, the exchange officially began.
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