Ron finished his work at the herb store. Lady Allen was as strict as always today, but surprisingly patient when teaching him how to make an antidote potion.
"Don't be late tomorrow," the old witch instructed as he was leaving, "I have a few new formulas that need your help testing."
Walking back to the dorm, his mind was filled with thoughts.
It had been some time since he became an official elementary apprentice. Although it seemed no different from before on the surface, he could clearly feel the change in attitude from those around him.
"Apprentice Ron!" a familiar voice called from behind, interrupting his thoughts.
Turning around, he saw it was Gregory, the candidate apprentice who barely interacted with him.
This person came from a merchant family, always used to cozying up to those in power, and never sparing a glance at peers with mediocre or even poor aptitude.
However, at this moment, Gregory's attitude was like night and day, smiling broadly as he jogged over:
