Eino opened his mouth to speak, but let out a sigh instead. Empathy? Eino had empathy, which is why he didn't want to hurt the creatures but learn to care for them instead. Eino wasn't exactly sure what the merpeople and centaurs had lost to wizardkind, but apparently it had been a lot. The boy tucked his cold hands under his shirt and rested them on top of his belly as the man continued. Eino had only learned one thing from this lesson, and that was that he needed to learn mermish so that he could ask the merpeople how the domesticate grindylows. Clearly he wasn't going to learn that from "professor" Williamson. He was barbaric and utterly nonsensical, and did not deserve to be referred by such title. Especially when the same title was shared by great people like Professor Bentley, who treated her plants with utmost care and gentleness, and Professor Saylen, who would hex anyone who dared attack a creature. What next, they were going to learn Dark Arts in Defense Against the Dark Arts? That would actually be quite pleasant, since Eino could make use of a few more jinxes. But the point was, Eino would have to spend additional time teaching himself what he was supposed to be taught by this person who was clearly picked up at the corner of Knockturn Alley to teach.