Chapter 88 – Growing Support
Finding the person in question wasn't going to be easy; I knew that. I didn't even have a concrete idea of what to do with him when we did, but I was eager to act. Sitting around and trying to come up with scenarios was useless; I would much prefer to improvise just to let me get closer to Quincy.
"Professor, I need you to draw me how he looks. Can you do that for me?" I asked, placing my special notebook before him after we entered the Three Broomsticks, where most people would come when visiting the village.
"Ah, of course, of course!" He chuckled, waving his wand, and for a moment, my heart stopped, thinking he would turn my best tool into a burning manifesto. Luckily, that didn't happen. Instead, the quill began moving, and soon, a life-like portrait appeared of a guy who should be around his mid-twenties, with sweptback, black hair, and a bit sunken eyes glaring straight at me.
"Thank you!" I said, looking at it and writing that everyone should keep an eye out for him before closing it. "I memorized him. Where did you see him first?"
"Right here!" He said, fumbling with his fingers and looking around, but we only saw locals and some older students who had some free time between classes. "Around noon, I think!"
"Did you follow him?"
"No, I had different things I had to take care of."
"Like?" I asked, pressing on as it was rare for him to be this straightforward. The executioner blade above his head seemed to wash away the always confident and jolly persona he had put forward so far.
"Haaah... it is no use in keeping silent about it, not when a storm is coming! If the Order is here, it will come to light anyway!"
"Professor..." I urged him, leaning forward, wanting him to just tell it as is.
"Do you know that the castle has multiple hidden routes?"