A stern-looking old man sat at the massive oak desk, staring at Adam with an inquisitive gaze
He wore ash-colored flowing robes that radiated a mystical charm. If one were to look close enough, they'd see countless dark feathers faintly squirming deep within the fabric.
If those feathers were real or the mind playing tricks… remained unknown.
The elderly man had a stern-looking face, but his dark eyes carried traces of warmth and the vicissitudes of life. He had a neatly trimmed beard, and short white hair framed his high hairline.
Currently, he was smoking from a long, wooden pipe as he observed Adam from up to toe.
This was the first time the raven-haired youth had properly seen the Headmaster. The last time he had met the man, he was so nervous that he could barely stand straight.
At that time, he felt inferior and fear just by staying in Blackwood's presence.
