When Zheng Qing woke up on Monday morning, he was still pondering over what had happened in the hunting ground yesterday afternoon.
If he went by historical experience, he felt it would be normal if he walked out of the dormitory only to see groups of stern-faced wizards in black robes, with trident pins on their chests, roaming around the campus, conducting inquiries with all the young wizards who were involved in the brawl in the hunting ground yesterday.
But even after he finished his morning lessons, dawdled through breakfast, and headed to Room 601 on the east side of the teaching building to prepare for class, he did not detect any unfamiliar faces in the academy - although the atmosphere among the students was rather somber, as everyone seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation of the pending punishment.
This contrast greatly surprised him.
