You call this a black hand?

From the sun hanging slanting in the sky, to sunset, to the moonlight covering everything.

No one could see anything inside the house through the balcony glass window that was blocked by curtains, but the lights stayed on all night.

It wasn't until dawn fell that a graceful figure yawned and opened the curtains.

This man was wearing a simple nightgown, and his ten plump and round toes were curled up on a pair of white slippers. He looked lazy but content.

After opening the curtains, she began to walk around the room, waving the wand in her hand to drive away many traces and smells of last night.

Then she walked into the kitchen, prepared a hearty breakfast, washed some dirty clothes that someone had thrown on the floor, and then left here satisfied.

Mellen, who had not slept all night, put his hands under his head and stared at the ceiling, feeling peaceful for a while.

Although she didn't really do anything last night, she did a lot of work. After all, Juliana still needed to collect a lot of experimental materials in order to study his infertility problem.

There was no interruption at all.

This can be a good thing, but it can also be a bad thing.

Because of Mrs. Chelsea.

"However, it is obvious that the so-called Copperfield family was temporarily pulled out by the teacher."

Mellen was confused by this.

Yesterday, Madam claimed that she had thought of an engagement partner for him, and it was Candice of the Copperfield family.

Mellen didn't know much about this family, but he took the time to ask Juliana last night.

The other party mentioned that the so-called Candice of the Copperfield family was actually an old woman who taught them the history of magic when she was in school.

So in terms of personal feelings, if Madam really doesn't care about Melen, she wouldn't be able to tell such lies.

However……

Her skin felt the soft body temperature still remaining in the quilt, her nose smelled the faint lingering fragrance around her, and her cheeks even had the soft touch of the intimate kiss from her "cousin" before she left.

Mellen suddenly felt that he was really a scumbag.

So he no longer thought about it, got up, washed and dressed, first went back to the secret cabin in Forest Park, and then walked towards the direction of the freshman teaching building of Oak College.

By coincidence, he met Kevin on the way.

The other party was talking to a dark-haired boy who looked a bit familiar.

After seeing Mellen, a smile immediately broke out on Kevin's face, and the young man talking to him nodded politely to Mellen.

"This is Lambert, from the Fink family in Blackwater City."

When they got closer, Kevin introduced him: "We came here with the intention of visiting you, but it's too early now and we're afraid of disturbing your rest, so we're waiting on the way here."

It's a shame you didn't really go there.

Mellen groaned secretly when he heard this, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

This made him feel a little strange, and on the surface he looked at the young man named Lambert with a little curiosity.

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

I remember correctly, when I finished practicing yesterday, the other party was outside watching, and said that he must not be of mixed-race origin, which seemed inexplicable.

"Just came to say hello."

Faced with Mellen's question, the young man named Lambert responded politely: "Yesterday, we were assigned to the same group. We will meet a lot in the future. I hope we can give you more advice in the future."

"Let's learn from each other."

Mellen smiled politely.

After a few words of greeting, the other party said goodbye politely. It seemed that he was just here to say hello as he said.

But then Kevin revealed Lambert's true thoughts in front of Mellen.

"The Funks are part of an extreme pure-blood faction."

Watching the back of the black-haired boy who had a slight resemblance to Melen's image gradually faded away, Kevin, who had short blond hair, turned his head and said to Melen:

"Yesterday morning, this guy was still very hostile to you. Now that his attitude has changed, he probably thinks there is a chance to win you over to his camp."

"How can this be?"

Mellen was very surprised when he heard this, "A mixed-race man hangs out with them, and his reputation will be ruined. Where does he get the confidence?"

"For example, prove that you are not a mixed race?"

Kevin said half-jokingly: "Believe me, rather than a genius emerging from a mixed race, everyone is more willing to believe that this mixed race is not of mixed race origin."

"Then he just thinks too much."

Mellen shrugged and made no comment.

In fact, he is not a half-blood, but a human saint. It can be said that he is purer than most pure bloods.

But what can distinguish his camp now is no longer blood, but the label on his body.

The name Egg Wilson has been a mixed-race since his birth. Even the Minister of Magic took advantage of this to perform political maneuvers. Now it is said that he is a pure-blood. How is that possible?

"Don't be too careless. I looked at today's newspapers and I feel like they are launching a public opinion offensive."

On the way to the teaching building, Kevin said: "Lambert is just the lowest link among them. It's not just students like him who are eyeing you."

The birth of the Guardian can no longer be said to be a petty quarrel between students.

But Principal Browning made it clear yesterday his and the school's attitude, so Mellen didn't care about this.

"No matter what, it's impossible for the disturbance outside to spread to the school."

Therefore, he raised his hand and patted the cheap son next to him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, they can't do anything to me."

Kevin was a little flattered by this cordial attitude, but it was obviously a good thing, so he didn't think much about it.

"You didn't participate in the grouping and class registration yesterday afternoon. A teacher has already made the decision for you. Do you know this?"

Kevin asked instead.

"Of course I know, we have communicated."

"What about today's team? What do you think?"

"It's better to follow the arrangement. I guess the school has already thought about it."

While they were talking, Meren suddenly noticed that the person next to him stopped and his eyes shifted to a figure not far away.

He followed and looked around, and found that it was a beautiful brown-haired girl, wearing a black school uniform, holding a stack of books in her arms, looking at her with a confused expression.

"Who is this?"

The girl looked at Kevin next to her. There was obviously something going on between the two, so Mellen asked curiously.

"A former friend."

Kevin answered briefly, nodded politely to the other party, then withdrew his gaze and continued:

"We are assigned to the first group. The students in this group are basically from a background similar to mine. You should understand why this is, right?"

"Yes, I understand, but it seems unnecessary?"

"Of course it's necessary. In fact, it's not something they can decide on. As far as I know, now -"

His words suddenly stopped.

Because the beautiful brown-haired girl suddenly ran over, then handed a white envelope tightly held in her hands to Kevin... Melen next to him!

"I like you, Egg."

She whispered: "Can you date me?"