I play the wind instrument in Hokkaido.

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Turning around, I saw it was Yuka Isomoto and Yoshie Suzuki. However, unlike the other students, they both had red badges around their arms that read "Cultural Festival Executive Committee".

"What's the matter?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, looking at the two of them.

"No, I just wanted to say hello when I saw you," Suzuki Yoshie said with a smile, while Isomoto Yuka nodded vigorously beside her.

Kitahara Hakuba smiled and said, "You two have worked hard too."

"It won't be hard work, and it's actually not very useful."

Yuka Isomoto pinched the armband on her arm and said, "It's just something the president requires us to wear. We're just playing around."

"Oh, I see."

"Is there anywhere you'd like to go today, Kitahara-sensei?" Isomoto Yuka asked quickly, as if she didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Kitahara Hakuba gave a bitter smile and said:

"I'm not sure, but I need to finish my work first before I can enjoy the activities."

Suzuki Yoshie asked, puzzled, "Doesn't Kitahara-sensei have a schedule?"

"Not yet, only a little free in the afternoon. *Xiao_Shuo~C¨M^S. ,Geng′Xin′Zui¨Kuai`"

Because of the large number of students, a schedule can be arranged for the cultural festival for three consecutive years. However, in addition to participating in the club activities they guide, teachers also need to pay attention to the situation on campus.

“Ah::” Yuka Isomoto’s face showed a disappointed expression.

"But we should be able to pass by and see what your class does?" Kitahara Hakuba's lips curled up slightly.

"tea party."

"tea party?"

"Yes, it's a type of tea tasting."

At that moment, Suzuki Yoshie raised her hand to cover her mouth and said with a smile, "I don't think it will sell for much money."

"Indeed."

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Yuka Isomoto wasn't very confident about this either, and said with a wry smile, "But we thought about it and realized that we're the only ones in the whole school making tea, and it feels uncomfortable to have our activities clash with other classes."

"Being unique is definitely better."

Kitahara Hakuba smiled, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a boy grabbing a handful of flour and mischievously slapping it onto another boy's face, leaving two white handprints.

"Hahaha!"

The instigator was still laughing when Kitahara Hakuma grabbed his arm with a large hand and forcefully turned him around.

"Matsugang-kun?"

"Teacher Kitahara?"

At this moment, Tenkai So narrowed his eyes slightly and shouted, "Matsuoka! Have I been too gentle with you all the time?!"

After he finished speaking, he grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at Matsuoka Osamu, who was waving his hands exaggeratedly.

"No, no, no! Kitahara-sensei is here!"

In his anger, Tenkai So didn't listen at all. He threw flour from his hand, which spread through the air like fine snow, filling his vision with a soft white.

Soon, a layer of hazy white sand covered Matsuoka Nobuyuki's face and Kitahara Hakuma's shirt.

The students in the home economics classroom were all stunned. Yuka Isomoto covered her mouth with both hands to hide her wrong expression.

Tenkai Sou wiped the flour off his face with his sleeve, just about to laugh when he finally noticed Kitahara Hakuba standing to the side, his expression neither sad nor happy.

"Hey Kitahara-sensei? Who did this to you? Matsuoka! Why did you do this?!"

Matsuoka Osamu exaggeratedly spread his arms and complained:

"What does this have to do with me! Didn't you spill it? I already said that Kitahara-sensei is here!"

"You boys!"

Yuka Isomoto snapped out of her daze, unsure whether she was happy or sad, and kept wiping the flour off Kitahara Hakuba's clothes with a handkerchief from her skirt pocket.

"No need, Isogen-kun, I'll change into something else later."

Kitahara Hakuba waved his hand and said to the white-haired and pale-faced Matsuoka and Tenkai,

"Don't throw flour at others. Not only is it food from your class, but if it gets into their eyes, it could scratch their corneas and cause blurred vision. You're all grown up; you need to have basic common sense. Friends can joke and play around, but they can't hurt each other, understand?"

Matsuoka Nobuyuki and Tenkai Sou's eyelashes were trembling, and with each tremor, flour seemed to fall off, making Kitahara Hakuba want to laugh.

The two stammered in response:

"I understand."

Kitahara Hakuba lowered his head, glanced at his clothes which were mostly white, and sighed softly, saying:

"If flour gets into your eyes, go to the infirmary immediately and rinse them with saline solution. Don't do that again next time."

The two left the home economics classroom one after the other, and soon a few girls followed them up.

She looks familiar; she seems to be a girl from the brass band.

"Oh no, we've been caught by the Rain Guard patrol!" Suzuki Yoshie rarely showed such a terrified expression.

Yuka Isomoto asked, puzzled, "Rain Guard Patrol? What's that?"

"Suzuki Yoshie glanced at Kitahara Hakuba with a hint of apprehension, scratching her cheek as she spoke."

“Some supporters of Kitahara-sensei within the department, led by Amemori, are going around arresting people who speak rudely to the teacher or behave improperly.”

Even Kitahara Hakuba was hearing about the "Rain Guard Patrol" for the first time, and suddenly felt like he had become a bloodthirsty dictator.

"Why does it sound like the Shinsengumi?" Yuka Isomoto thought of an organization from her history textbook.

(The Shinsengumi was a security organization during the Edo period, responsible for maintaining order, suppressing anti-shogunate forces, and ensuring loyalty to the shogunate, similar to the function of the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard.)

"Although I've never experienced life during the Edo period, it feels kind of scary," Suzuki Yoshie chuckled softly.

Her words implied, "Teacher, please do something about Yu Shou and the others!"

Kitahara Hakuba was focused on changing his clothes quickly, so after a hasty farewell to the two women, he hurried to the staff office.

On the way, because it was so unique, the students paid special attention to it.

Unlike the admiring glances she received in the past, this time the students' gazes were tinged with a hint of misunderstanding.

Chapter 221, Section 220: Sorry, I'm a Muggle-made (4K) >>

In my memory, Kitahara-sensei was meticulous, and her daily attire was extremely simple and clean.

Saito Harutori noticed his unusually "wolf-like" appearance compared to usual, noting that he was wearing a ruffled sky-blue striped apron.

He quickly came out of the classroom.

"Teacher Kitahara, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, just a minor accident." Kitahara Hakuba didn't pause in his steps.

"Would you like a handkerchief?" She took out a handkerchief that matched the color of her apron from the pocket of her pleated skirt.

"No, I'll go change my clothes."

Saito Haruka followed in his footsteps, the bow on her slender waist swaying gracefully with each step.

"Then please give me this garment, and I'll wash it and return it to you."

What do you say at school?

"No need, I'll take it back myself," Kitahara Hakuba politely declined.

"Teacher Kitahara!"

At that moment, a girl jumped out, holding a black magic wand in her hand and wearing a dark black magic robe with delicate silver patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem.

He wore the Gryffindor crest on his chest, the gold and red lion pattern standing out prominently on his robe.

"ocusreparo! (Restored to its original state!)"

Kitahara Hakuba and Saito Haruka, who were stopped, watched her performance.

"No response? We really need to be more precise."

Sayaka Akamatsu pondered for a moment, then, as if launching a surprise attack, continued to extend her magic wand and shout.

"tergeo! (Vacuum spell!)"

no response.

"Surgify! (Cleansing spell!)"

She cast several spells that Muggles couldn't see, but they didn't seem to have any effect.

Saito Harutori narrowed her eyes slightly, but quickly forced a gentle smile onto her face, saying in a measured tone:

"That won't work. Magic doesn't exist. You should go wash up quickly."

"Red Pine, none of the magic you're talking about will work on me."

Kitahara Hakuba explained to the magical girl in front of him with a serious expression.

"Because Muggle creations cannot be repaired or transformed by magic, this is basic common sense."

The girl was stunned for a moment, she really didn't expect that Mr. Kitahara would be a fool with her.

"Hmph, I always thought so."

Sayaka Akamatsu rested her hand on her chin and said with a sudden realization, "With my skills as a third-year student, how could I not even be able to clean a piece of clothing?"

Kitahara Hakuba said seriously:

"But you, the third-year student, have forgotten that revealing magic to Muggles is a very serious violation of law and discipline."

Under international secrecy laws, you could face expulsion or other severe penalties.

"Hmm!"

Akamatsu Sayaka truly hadn't expected this, but she steeled herself and said...

"In that case, I'll learn dark magic! I'll become the female version of Voldemort!"