Chapter 103: 3rd Year Classes Introduction
The golden morning light streamed through the window of Nero's room, casting a soft glow over the neatly arranged tatami mats.
The crisp scent of the sea, carried by a gentle breeze, reminded him yet again that he was far from Hogwarts, far from the familiar stone corridors and floating candles.
This was Japan, his new home. At least until he could solve his predicament.
As he slid open the wooden door, expecting a quiet morning meal, he was instead met with a figure leaning casually against the frame.
The man had a presence that demanded attention.
Broad-shouldered, relaxed yet brimming with an aura of restrained power.
His long, flowing red hair cascaded down his back, framing a face marked by a confident smirk and sharp, discerning eyes.
"Yo, Nero! Did you sleep well?"
The man's voice carried a rich, effortless warmth, as if speaking to an old friend rather than someone he had just met.
"Hello, Zen-san. I slept very well, thank you," Nero responded politely, instinctively maintaining his usual reserved tone.
Zen's smirk deepened. "Come on, don't be so stiff! Just call me Zen."