You call this the mastermind?

The sun went from hanging obliquely in the sky to setting at dusk, and then the moonlight covered everything.

The balcony glass window blocked by the curtains could not see the situation inside the house, but the lights were on all night.

Until the dawn, a slender figure yawned and pulled open the curtains.

The person was wearing a simple nightgown, and ten plump and round toes curled in a pair of white slippers, with a lazy but satisfied look.

After pulling open the curtains, she began to walk around the room, waving the magic wand in her hand, and expelling many traces and smells from last night.

Then she went into the kitchen, prepared a hearty breakfast, and washed the slightly dirty clothes thrown on the floor by someone, and then left here contentedly.

Mellen, who had not slept all night, put his hands under his head, looked at the ceiling, and was in a peaceful state.

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

During this period, there was no disturbance at all.

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

Because of Mrs. Chelsea.

"But, the so-called Copperfield family was obviously made up by the teacher at the last minute."

Mellen was very confused about this.

Yesterday, the lady claimed that she had found an engagement partner for him, Candice from 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 from 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 the lady really didn't care about Mellen, she wouldn't have lied like this.

However...

The skin felt the soft body temperature still in the quilt, the nose smelled the faint residual fragrance around, and the cheek even faintly felt the tender touch of the intimate kiss before the "cousin" left.

Mellen suddenly felt that he was really a scumbag.

So he stopped thinking about it, got up, washed and dressed, first went back to the secret cabin in the forest park, and then walked towards the direction of the freshman teaching building of Oak Academy.

Coincidentally, he met Kevin on the way.

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

After seeing Mellen, Kevin immediately smiled, and the boy he was talking to nodded politely to Mellen.

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

After approaching, Kevin introduced him: "We came here to visit you, but it's too early now, and we are afraid of disturbing your rest, so we waited here halfway."

It's a good thing you didn't really go there.

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

The mood was a little strange, and on the surface he looked at the boy named Lambert with a little curiosity.

"Do you have anything to ask me?"

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

"Just came to say hello."

Faced with Mellen's question, the boy named Lambert responded politely: "We were divided into the same group yesterday. We will meet many times in the future. I hope you can give me more advice in the future."

"Let's learn from each other."

Mellen smiled politely.

After a few pleasantries, the other party left tactfully, as if it was really as he said, just coming to say hello.

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

"The Fink family is a member of the extreme pure-blood faction."

Watching the back of the black-haired boy who looked a bit like Mellen gradually go away, Kevin with short golden hair turned his head to Mellen and said:     "Yesterday morning, this guy was still full of hostility towards you. Now his attitude has changed. He probably thinks that there is a chance to win you over to his camp."

"How is this possible?"

Mellen was very surprised to hear this. "A half-blood who hangs out with them must be ruined. Where does he get the confidence?"

"For example, prove that you are not a half-blood?"

Kevin half-jokingly said: "Believe me, compared to a genius among half-bloods, everyone is more willing to believe that this half-blood is not a half-blood."

"Then he thinks too much."

Mellen shrugged and did not comment.

In fact, he is not a half-blood, but a saint on earth, which can be said to be purer than most pure bloods.

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

The name of Egg Wilson has been half-blood since its birth. Even the Minister of Magic used this to perform some political operations. Now he wants to say that he is pure-blood. How is it possible?

"Don't be too careless. I took a look at today's newspaper and felt that they were launching a public opinion offensive."

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

The birth of the Guardian incident can no longer be said to be a small fight between students.

But Principal Browning had clearly stated his attitude and that of the school yesterday, so Mellen didn't care about it.

"No matter what, the turmoil outside can't be 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 in a daze.

"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 simply, nodded politely to the other party, then looked away and continued:

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

"I understand, but it doesn't seem necessary?"

"Of course it is necessary. In fact, this kind of thing is not something they can decide. As far as I know, now-"

His words suddenly stopped.

Because the beautiful brown-haired girl suddenly ran over, and 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?"