Yellow River Academy:
Gilbert stood in the middle of the dimly lit courtyard, his sharp gaze sweeping over the group of young wizards who had surrounded him. The tension in the air was palpable, a crackling energy fueled by both fear and curiosity. His voice, calm yet commanding, cut through the silence like a blade.
"You guys should leave before I report this to the dean," Gilbert said, his words dripping with a confidence that silenced the whispers around him.
The effect was immediate. The wizards froze, their smug grins wiped off as they exchanged uneasy glances. They had expected defiance, perhaps even a fight, but the mention of the dean brought with it a weight they hadn't anticipated.
The Dean of Yellow River Academy was not someone to be trifled with—stories of his swift and merciless punishments had become legends in the academy halls. The academy had once crushed an entire wizarding family for crossing the line, and that memory was still fresh in everyone's mind.
