From afar, Isaac's face immediately tightened with displeasure as he heard the ruckus coming from the young wizards' dormitory.
"—What are you causing such a fuss about so late at night?"
He bellowed from outside the door, pushing it open with the authority of a dorm supervisor checking on the rooms, "Have you all finished your homework?"
Upon seeing Isaac enter from outside, the little wizards, previously crowding and bustling in the lounge, suddenly fell silent.
They obviously wanted to hide whatever they were holding, but they knew it was futile once Isaac had entered.
It was like when brothers in a dormitory huddled together watching a match—perhaps even riskier, like drinking beer and eating hot pot when suddenly a supervisor burst in with some never-before-seen strange guests.
—Heart stopped.
This green and timid, fearful emotion made Annan's lips curl involuntarily.
He really did miss this lively and vibrant setting...
