Franky was naturally no stranger to the figure before him, and he cautiously aimed his wand at the person.
"Please come in, Mr. Franky."
The elderly voice remained calm, yet seemed to have already perceived everything.
"Director, I didn't expect to see you here."
Franky emerged from the shadows, still holding his wand, "I'm chasing a naughty student who appears where he shouldn't."
"Did you catch him?"
The director's question seemed to have deeper implications.
"Not yet, but I assure you that once I find him, he'll face the penalty of 7 credits and 3 days of labor in the pumpkin garden."
The director nodded, not opposing.
"Time here is quite wondrous, isn't it?"
"You mean...?"
"You'll occasionally witness events here from the past. These memories are like tree roots, always hiding where you can't see."
The director paused, "And you, don't seem surprised by this place or by me."
"The academy always has unexpected occurrences."
