A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 50 Celia

At six o'clock in the evening, the fat proprietress prepared three sets of tailor-made arcanist robes for Quinn.

Each piece costs fifty gold pounds, and three pieces cost a total of one hundred and fifty. This is the cost price given by the proprietress because he is a teacher at the academy.

If an ordinary person wants to buy this, the price will be quadruple.

Quinn was puzzled. Why did B College provide such good benefits to students, but the teachers were not reimbursed a penny?
Oh, I’m a teaching assistant, that’s okay.

After putting it on, Quinn sighed that the only disadvantage of expensive things is that they are expensive.

The arcanist robe is pure black, and its style is like a double-breasted trench coat, but it is more serious. The length is about knee-length, which does not affect movement and has good space to hide items.

In addition to this, this suit seems to be made of the same material as the school uniform, which is immune to most first and second level attack type arcane spells. It is warm in winter and breathable in summer, and can be worn year-round.

"satisfied?"

Quinn put on the wizard hat given by the boss lady, looked at himself in the full-length mirror, and suddenly felt full of energy.

Damn it! If I wear this outfit to a comic convention, I’m sure some girls will come to me and ask for my WeChat ID.

"You are the best tailor I have ever seen." Quinn praised sincerely.

"Oh, when I graduated, I wanted to be a teacher too, but unfortunately, I didn't have the qualifications." The proprietress looked at Quinn enviously: "You should keep working hard."

"Are you also Grindelwald's student?"

"Class of 1429. Fifteen years ago, when the freshmen came to visit, they called me Senior. Now they all call me Mrs. Bry. Time is merciless."

"Mrs. Bray, do you know where I can get my hair dyed?"

Quinn figured since he'd already used his credit card, he might as well splurge. He only had three pounds left in his pocket anyway, which wasn't enough to pay for a regular haircut.

"Dye your hair?" Mrs. Bray looked at Quinn's black hair: "Do you want to dye your hair? Then I can help you."

"How much does it cost?" Quinn asked politely.

"Well, we're all family. Why charge a fee? Just wave your wand. What color do you want to change to?"

With that, Mrs. Bray took out her wand, a stick of ironwood that looked like a sewing needle.

"The color!"

Quinn really hadn't thought it through yet, he just wanted to cover up his black hair, the color didn't matter.

"—Would you like to try blonde highlights?"

Yusser, standing by, suddenly said, "I think your black hair looks pretty good. It would be a shame to dye it. How about using highlights to blend it out?"

"Looks good? Why do you think so?"

Quinn actually likes black hair too.

"emmm"

Yuther walked forward with a pursed mouth and reached out to part Quinn's hair.

"I miss it a bit. Not a very conspicuous gold, but one that's grayish, with a dark texture. Also like this, 30/70."

Her fingers were in Quinn's hair, playing with it gently, very close.

Quinn couldn't help but cough. If you do this, the boss lady will misunderstand you.

I'm not the type to mess around with female students!

Yuser was slightly startled, then quickly retracted his hand and took two steps back embarrassedly:

"Sorry, sorry! I have a younger brother who is about the same height as you. I'm used to touching his hair..."

"fine."

Quinn looked at the hairstyle that was parted in the middle, and it did give him a more mature look.

"How about trying blonde highlights?"

Mrs. Bray smiled and flicked her wand at Quinn's hair. "Colovaria—"

When we came out of Broom Lane, night had already fallen quietly.

Quinn looked up at the sky, chatted idly with Yuther, and walked towards the train station.

There is more than one moon in this world.

Three crescent moons are distributed in a triangle, and countless stars, large and small, are circling in the vast night sky, and the bright starlight lights up the sky.

Beneath the rouge-red nebula floats the azure aurora, which acts like a bond, dyeing the remaining clouds on the horizon into a gradient of pink and purple.

Constellations, meteors, large and hazy celestial bodies, the entire starry sky is like an extremely magnificent dream painting. Quinn likes this sky very much. It is different from the darkness of the earth due to light pollution. It makes people feel that the world is so vast and boundless.

"teacher"

"Ok?"

"I just realized that I don't seem to know your name yet." Yuser looked at him with a smile, and there seemed to be tiny lights dancing in his eyes.

Although Quinn is no longer as eye-catching after dyeing his hair, he has suddenly become more stylish and no longer looks like an ordinary person.

"My name is Quinn."

Quinn also noticed this problem. Ever since he forgot his name, he couldn't remember what his students called him when he was a tutor.

"Quinn... Yeah, I remember!"

"Quinn's 'Quinn', Quinn's 'Uh-oh.'"

"Okay, Mr. Quinn. My name is..."

"Your name is Uther—I've seen your ID card. By the way, why did your parents give you such a name? It sounds like a boy's name, but you're obviously a pretty girl."

"But Uther isn't bad, it's quite unique. Since your parents gave it to you, just use it with peace of mind. Who knows, after you graduate from Grindelwald, the whole world will know who you are, and from then on, the name 'Uther' will be labeled as feminine."

The girl looked at the man who was talking with some anger, a bad guy.

"Mr. Quinn—this way."

At the entrance of the train station, a middle-aged man wearing a monocle waved at Quinn.

He was none other than Jacob, the teacher from the teaching department who had guided the applicants during the previous interview.

"Now that we've met again, I knew you were the one who passed the interview."

Jacob took the suitcase from Quinn and said with a smile, "Now I'll have more opportunities to introduce you to the academy."

Quinn bowed slightly. "Thank you for your help with the interview."

"Oh, you're welcome. Come on, I'll take you through the teachers' passage. From now on, you can take the train from here whenever you want to go in or out of Grindelwald."

Quinn turned around and waved goodbye to the girl he had become quite familiar with.

"See you at the academy then. If you want to learn piano, come find me in the Divination Department anytime."

The girl smiled and nodded.

She suddenly broke into a jog, her loafers making crisp "dengdeng" sounds on the marble floor of the train station.

She came up to Quinn, smiled wickedly and said, "Teacher Quinn, actually my name is not Uther. I was covering for my brother that day and was wearing his work badge."

"Hmm? What's your name then?"

No wonder I said the name Uther doesn't sound like a girl's name at all.

"My name is Celia, the 'Xia' of Celia, the 'Li' of Celia, the 'Ya' of Celia—"

Celia tiptoed, and the tall girl moved closer to the bewildered man, whispering softly in his ear:
"Just call me Xiao Qian."

(End of this chapter)