Chapter 53 Striding Out of the Classroom with Dominance
Evelyn's POV
Just as the powder was about to spill out, a sharp cracking sound rang out in the quiet classroom, particularly jarring.
The bottle of Silvermoon Dust in Sally's hand suddenly exploded.
She screamed and quickly flung her hand away. The originally harmless powder didn't land on my desk at all—instead, it scattered all over her own hands and expensive dress.
"My hands, my clothes!"
Sally yelled as she looked at her hands and clothes in disgust.
Celia was drawn over by her shouting and cast a spell to clean her hands and clothes.
"Enough!"
"Sally, are you ignoring my warning from the beginning of class? Why are you still pulling these tricks in my classroom?"
She looked coldly at Sally standing there and spoke sternly.
"Professor, I... I didn't... it really just suddenly..." Sally said with a miserable face, trying to defend herself, but Celia wouldn't listen at all.
"Alright, you don't need to attend the rest of this class. Go stand by the door and reflect on your actions." Celia pointed to the doorway.
Sally had no choice but to walk out. Before leaving, she glared at me viciously, as if I had done something evil to her, but I didn't care at all.
I lowered my head, looking at my herb box, a faint smile playing at the corners of my mouth. It seemed the academy wasn't just "petty"—it was also "incredibly protective," and its methods were even harsher than I'd imagined.
After going up front to explain the situation to Celia, I got another portion of Silvermoon Dust and continued making my potion in peace. This time, no one dared to bother me—they didn't even look at me anymore.
By the time the bell rang, I had successfully completed the potion, and the quality was excellent.
As I walked out of the classroom, I saw Kane leaning against the wall in the hallway, waiting for me. Seeing that I was safe and sound, even with a hint of happiness in my expression, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to take my hand.
"How did it go?"
He asked in a low voice, his eyes full of concern.
"Very well."
I said to him with a smile, my eyes filled with happy light, like twinkling stars.
Looking at me, Kane's lips curved into a smile too, though it still wasn't very obvious.
Hand in hand, we walked together toward the next classroom.
In Charms, after Michael explained the key points of the spell to the whole class and demonstrated it himself, he let everyone try on their own.
He didn't pay much attention to Kane and me, which actually made me more comfortable.
In the classroom, with Kane there, naturally no one dared to do anything to me. He sat beside me, very attentive, constantly watching for any problems I had and giving timely reminders—more like a teacher, really.
"Lift your wrist a bit higher, imagine the light flowing out from the tip of your wand, not being forced out." He instructed softly, his voice deep and magnetic.
I followed his instructions and waved my wand again, reciting the spell.
This time, a small ball of soft light emerged from the tip of my wand. Though very weak, it was definitely successful!
I looked at Kane with delight. He nodded at me, his eyes full of encouragement and approval.
Michael continued teaching new content, but I just took simple notes. After listening, I focused on the first spell for creating light, wanting to learn it thoroughly. I was gradually adapting to the rhythm of Thornwick Academy.
Before class, I was in a good mood and pulled Kane to the convenience store to eat warm bread, then went to Shapeshifting 101 feeling satisfied.
Everything had been going so smoothly today that I thought this class would surprise me too, but it didn't work out.
In Shapeshifting 101, I tried as usual to feel that familiar, tingling sensation, like electric current passing through my nerves, bringing waves of trembling.
But it still only got to that point. I felt a bit discouraged—I still hadn't succeeded.
Then Ambrose suddenly told all the students to come forward and demonstrate their transformations. My heart sank.
His action made me think he was deliberately making things difficult for me, trying to get everyone to laugh at me.
One by one, everyone demonstrated on stage. Almost everyone succeeded, and some completed their transformations very quickly, while looking completely at ease.
My heart was anxious. Just then, Ambrose called on me in front of everyone. I looked up and saw contempt in his eyes.
"Evelyn, your turn."
I had no choice. I couldn't go up there and embarrass myself even more, so I said quietly, "Professor, I... I still can't transform."
"It seems Ms. Gray's mind is completely off her studies and focused on playing 'love games' with someone. No wonder she can't even do the most basic transformation."
Ambrose said arrogantly, as if even giving me a glance was too much effort.
Although I hated him, his words, and behavior, I truly couldn't transform, and this fact left me with no confidence .
I felt sad that I still couldn't transform and didn't even know what kind of shapeshifter I was. I felt like everyone was looking at me. This feeling was humiliating.
Hearing Ambrose's words, Kane instantly flew into a rage. He stood beside me, those deep golden eyes blazing with fury. Although I really thought Ambrose was classless, I didn't want Kane to be dragged down because of someone like him.
I quickly grabbed Kane's arm. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ambrose take a step back. I looked down on him even more—he didn't have the respectability of a teacher.
While holding Kane's arm, I turned to look at Ambrose, took a deep breath, and tried to make my voice sound calm.
"Professor, I truly can't transform yet, but that has nothing to do with whether I'm studying seriously. I will keep working hard until I succeed."
"And I don't think you should say things like that in class."
After speaking, I took Kane's hand. "Let's go!"
Kane let me pull him along. When we walked to the front of the room, he gave Ambrose a deep look, his eyes full of warning, then strode out of the classroom with me.
Before I could reach for the door handle, the classroom door opened by itself. My mood finally lifted. It seemed the academy approved of me too. This favoritism swept away the gloom I'd felt moments ago.