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Chapter 50

Quentin

The Room of Hidden Things

Alexander Horowitz, Hogwarts Legacy

J was a student.A damn student at Vanderwood University,and she hadn’t told me about it when I’d texted with her back then, saying I was starting at Vanderwood.

To be fair, I hadn’t told her that I was working here as a professor either, but she never asked. I’m sure – in my ignorance – I would have told her.

There could only be one reason why she hadn’t told me. She never wanted to meet me.

I gritted my teeth and quickened my pace through the corridors of the university’s east wing.

I wasn’t here to think about her, and yet that’s all I’d been doing since I found out that she was from that damned hole of a city.

I wondered how old she was and hoped she was already in her twenties. She had always seemed so mature and wise in our conversations, so adult and educated.

When she said she had arrived at the university, I assumed that she had changed universities or started a new course of study, like I had back then, but it only now occurred to me that she could have started here as an undergraduate as well.

Damn,I hoped she wasn’t a minor. And hopefully she was at least twenty-one.

But no matter how old she was, I had a problem because it was against Vanderwood rules for professors to get involved with their students. And since the new Quatura director hadtaken up residencehere, that rule had been extended to relationships between professors and students who didn’t even interact in their academic lives.

Great.The gods really seemed to have a problem with me.

Would it stop me?No.This woman was everything I wanted. She was what I would choose if it ever came down to it.

But one thought disturbed me with abnormal intensity.

She knew a Quatura.

I knew that Quatura often cultivated friendships with humans and prayed to the gods that J was also human because I hadn’t seen any need to test her magic when we met.

What’s more, it wasn’t just any Quatura she was in contact with, butJulie Blair, damn it.That devious spy,of all people.

And suddenly, a shocking thought occurred to me.

What if J was working with the Quatura and hadn’t written to me for no reason back then? But would she have slept with me then?

No,Quentin. If anyone was real, it was her. And if anything was real, it was what had developed between us.

I had promised J that I would bring her the bracelet. And I would find out where she lived in a moment, even though it bothered me that I would do it through the unruly Quatara girl.

Just as I entered the hallway with the lecture halls for linguistics, the large double doors at the end of the hallway burst open, and I immediately turned around to wait in one of the dark side corridors.

Every freshman had to take English, and I had noticed that Professor Copeland also knew how to get all supernatural seminar participants into one class, although he probably had different goals.

I would have liked to take a closer look, but I had other problems at the moment.

It didn’t take long for the Ruisangors to walk past me, and I had to scurry further into the shadows so that Miles wouldn’t see me.

He would greet me loudly – I already knew that – and I couldn’t afford to be seen with a Legacy Ruisangor.

“Damn it, Julie. If you keep hanging out with those traitors, Vivienna will report it!”

Just her name was enough to put my entire body on alert and slide further into the shadows.

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