When Cyril practiced magic spells before, he did not deliberately distinguish the magic elements around him.
He could only vaguely sense that there seemed to be some difference between these magical elements.
Probably something that Professor Christina Black had set up in the classroom.
If wizard apprentices concentrate on meditation, they will be able to see the colors of different magic elements that the short-haired witch had demonstrated before.
Cyril closed his eyes and felt the surrounding magic elements with his mental power.
His long lashes cast a small shadow under his lids.
Although he ate the moonlight fruit in a hurry at the time, his magic power was suppressed, but Cyril's full "35" mental power played a good role at this time.
He first felt that many small red light spots were actively and enthusiastically moving towards him.
Thinking of the fireball technique he had used many times, Cyril was not surprised.
Then, the dark elements of black also quietly gathered, followed by the light elements of white...
After Christina explained to the new apprentice wizards, she let them practice on their own.
She walked around in the classroom, correcting the wrong practices of some wizard apprentices, and by the way, observed how the affinity of the magic elements of this session of wizard apprentices was.
"Use mental power, sir! I never told you to see with your eyes."
Christina walked over to a wizard apprentice, bent down slightly, looked him in the eyes and said.
Her sharp eyes made the wizard apprentice look ashamed, and he immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes in fright.
Christina straightened up and continued walking.
Most wizard apprentices are surrounded by magical elements of at least one color.
She nodded slightly, expressing her satisfaction.
Christina walked to the back of the classroom, tapped the ground with her toes, turned around gracefully and continued to walk back.
The hem of the sky blue wizard's robe drew an arc, and the robe's horns fluttered in the air, like a bird flapping its wings.
Christina corrected a few students who had yet to meditate successfully. Every class has some guys who didn't listen to the class well!
Afterwards, she walked to the first row of the classroom, her eyes could not help being attracted by Cyril, her eyes changed slightly.
Christina opened her mouth slightly, feeling a little weird, and then she thought of something, and she was relieved, and even had a hint of understanding.
Of course she remembered the wizard apprentice named Cyril Lawrence, who was the only S-class wizard apprentice of their Snowberg Wizarding Academy (removing the vest made by the dean's bad taste).
At this time, the child was surrounded by a full seven magic elements, neatly arranged, and there were still a lot of them.
These magical elements don't even conflict with each other.
You know, this is very rare for a new apprentice wizard - his affinity for the magic element has reached an astonishing level!
The magic elements kept silent beside Cyril one by one, occasionally jumping up and trying to touch his fingertips.
Christina's gaze couldn't help but fall on Cyril's well-behaved and calm face.
He lowered his eyelashes, looking a different kind of seriousness and immaturity.
This young S-class wizard apprentice doesn't seem to know how terrifying talent he has, which is beyond his reach.
"All-element affinity, it's amazing."
Christina stood in front of Cyril and spoke admiringly.
As his professor, the short-haired witch sincerely admired it.
Cyril opened his eyes when he heard the words, and he didn't expect all the magic elements to gather later.
Those beautiful and clear apricot eyes flashed with surprise, and he couldn't help but smiled at the professor.
Christina was stunned when she saw Cyril's smile.
The young man's eyes are clear and his smile is unbelievably innocent.
She suddenly and strangely understood Dean Brian's thoughts.
Such a well-behaved, cute and tender S-class wizard apprentice really makes people have a desire to explore and destroy.
However, Christina pursed her lips again in the next moment, her face stiffened.
Understood... shit!
What a seedling! It's not advisable for the dean to destroy flowers or something!
Addison Morgan, who was sitting next to Cyril, pushed his glasses and calmly wrote in his notebook what Cyril's information page quickly added.
And the light tawny-haired boy sitting diagonally to their right who had been watching Cyril's movements looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.
"This class is here!"
Christina glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that two hours had passed.
The little paper man on the podium had already finished changing the test papers, and was lying lazily on the top parchment, with a paper hand supporting its small head.
Obviously it has no facial features and expressions, but it forced many wizard apprentices in the audience to read the contempt from the paper people - IMHO, everyone here is a spicy chicken!
Christina waved her wand, and the red-marked parchments that had been graded "swished" toward the respondents.
Several wizard apprentices finally made it to the end of get out of class and were about to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing this scene, their hearts trembled again.
"Homework, write a paper on meditation theory, and hand it in next class."
Christina raised her eyebrows and said, "People who get full marks don't need to do it. One piece of parchment paper with a score of 90 or more, two with a length of 80 or more, and three with a score of 70 or more."
She looked around at the few wizard apprentices who bowed their heads in the classroom, and said lightly: "People under 70, five parchment-length papers, plus a copy of the "Introductory Guide to Magic Theory". Will focus on you."
Afterwards, Christina calmly added: "As for those who don't want to hand in their homework, I don't care. The various labor activities in the college are looking forward to your participation."
Her tone at this time could be called gentle, but the wizard apprentices in the classroom couldn't help but hold their breaths.
"Maybe someone is trying to do their homework with magic."
Christina smiled slightly, and then said: "Unless you can make me invisible, I don't mind you doing it. After I see it, the consequences are the same as above."
After she finished speaking, she ignored the wizard apprentices and walked straight out of the classroom.
Cyril sighed as he looked at the parchment marked with a bright red "98" in his hand.
It's just a fraction of the time, and you can write one less paper!
However, when he caught a glimpse of the "99" test paper in the hands of his deskmate, Addison Morgan, he suddenly regained his balance.
Especially since it was the first time Cyril saw such a dramatic change in expression on Addison's face (shocked and incredulous), he patted Addison's shoulder with a bit of schadenfreude in comfort.
Cyril packed his things and put them into the convenient stretch pockets of his robe.
Then he took a cheerful pace and planned to go to the restaurant to cook.
However, he did not expect to be stopped before he even walked out of the classroom.
The boy with light brown hair stood in front of him, and his two attendants, a man and a woman, also stood beside him, blocking the aisle firmly.
The boy was taller than Cyril, but thin, with a pale complexion that had never been exposed to sunlight, and a pointed chin.
In addition, the boy was full of low air pressure at this time, and his eyes were dark, and he looked a bit like the vampire Cyril once saw in the movie.
Cyril blinked and asked, "What are you doing?"
The boy straightened up and replied indifferently, "Nicholas Cavendish."
While speaking, his eyes were a little complacent, and there was a hint of arrogance in his voice.
Brother, I care who you are! I'm asking why are you stopping me from eating?
Cyril raised his eyebrows, and his thoughts were laid bare on his fair little face.
Nicholas Cavendish saw his straight face choked, his lips pursed into a straight line: "I'm Nicholas Cavendish."
He paused, his face aggrieved, as if he was about to say something disgusting: "A-level wizard apprentice."
Then, he raised his voice and said at a faster rate: "Dare you dare to go to the arena with me to compete?"
Cyril instantly realized that he was here to fight, and he spit out a word: "No."
Nicholas Cavendish refused to see Cyril even thinking about it, and his expression became even more angry and arrogant.
damn it! Does this wizard apprentice know who his parents are!
Nicholas Cavendish displayed extraordinary wizarding talents from an early age.
He was able to mobilize his magic very early, casting spells without a wand.
Under the strict requirements of his parents, he read a lot of magic books early on.
He originally thought that he would be able to get an S-class wizard apprentice who was on the nail during the wizard apprentice grading trial. He didn't expect that he was unlucky during the trial and provoked a nest of manic one-eyed poisonous spiders, but he only got it. A-level wizard apprentice rating.
It would be fine if there were no S-level wizard apprentices among the freshmen. A-level was the highest level among wizard apprentice freshmen.
However, Nicholas Cavendish did not expect that there was an S-class wizard apprentice among those foreign wizard apprentices!
It must be that those people's wizard apprentice grading trials are simpler than those of their wizard children!
That guy was actually accepted as a student by Dean Brian, and quickly hooked up with Chief Scott!
He is just a commoner who grew up on another continent and has never been exposed to magic before!
Recalling the last time this rude guy dared to ignore him in a restaurant, Nicholas Cavendish felt his self-esteem was challenged.
He blushed slightly with anger:
"Coward! Why don't you go, don't you dare?"
Cyril only felt that this unkind classmate was a little strange.
He asked earnestly, "Did you get a perfect score? I mean, the class test just now?"
Nicholas Cavendish almost choked at the thought of his score of only "95", thinking that the other party must have seen his score before and wanted to ridicule him.
He became more and more annoyed, and even said, "None of your business!"
Ah, it looks like I didn't do well in the exam.
Cyril was a little sorry for poking his sore foot.
As for the arrogant attitude of the other party, it is like a child rolling around trying to attract the attention of others.
When it comes to arrogance, the correct way to open it should be Mr. Scott's, using powerful strength to make people speechless.
Cyril glanced at Nicholas Cavendish in front of him, thinking that this is also his classmate, he kindly said: "Let's focus on studying."
He solemnly exhorted, the sincere concern raised between his eyebrows is not hypocritical.
Nicholas Cavendish choked on him for a few seconds and his forehead jumped.
Just as he was about to speak, Cyril spoke first: "First, time is precious. I will spend the rest of my time studying, and I don't have time to fight with you."
"Second, you may have heard that I mistakenly took the moonlight fruit in the wizard apprentice grading trial, and the magic power has not recovered yet."
Nicholas Cavendish's eyes glued to Cyril's body.
He narrowed his eyes, as if judging whether Cyril was lying.
After a while, he slowed down, was silent for a few seconds, and continued: "Then wait for your magic power to recover and then compare with me!"
Cyril was a little helpless, and didn't understand why the other party was so persistent.
But he still refused: "No, the first year is the best time to study for free. I can't waste time fighting with you unless you pay me Wu Jing."
"… "
Nicholas Cavendish was blocked by this candor, and he looked incredulous.
How could someone... His throat choked, and he said angrily: "Compete with me, I'll pay you 500 Wu Jing!"
"Okay, no problem, deal!"
Cyril's eyes lit up and gave him an "OK" gesture.
Fighting for up to half an hour, 500 Wu Jing for half an hour, cost-effective!
"Except for class time, I can do any other time. Otherwise, we can play a game now."
Cyril gave him a harmless smile, her beautiful almond eyes glowing.
"Fight now, wait for my magic power to recover and then fight again, this can be a good way to compare the difference! In two games, I can give you a 10% discount! If you still need sparring in the future, I will also I can give you a discount. Does your companion still need anything?"
Cyril suggested solemnly, the smile on his face was very bright, and the delicate eyebrows raised eyebrows.
"… "
Nicholas Cavendish was in a trance.
I don't understand why my own style of blocking people and fighting has changed like this, and it has become a harmonious negotiation.
He had a bad premonition in his heart, and suddenly felt like a fat sheep being targeted.
The author has something to say: Cyril: Yay! Pick up the wool!