"Let's go to the arena now? After the exercise is complete, go to dinner!"
Cyril stared at the boy in front of him with burning eyes, and suggested sincerely.
Although study time is precious, Wu Jing is equally precious!
It's not that his will is not firm, but that the other party has given too much!
Nicholas Little Sheep Cavendish had a wrong intuition, and he vaguely felt that an invisible hand was waving a sickle.
So, he asked cautiously, "How much magic power do you have now."
Cyril hesitated for a moment, feeling that he couldn't deceive customers for the sake of good reputation.
He answered honestly: "Ahem, the magic power is only 10 now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Nicholas Cavendish immediately picked up: "Then come to me when your magic power is restored!"
After he finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the classroom with two attendants.
Although the pace is still steady, but there is no reason to reveal a sense of escape.
Cyril sighed and covered his chest, feeling rather regretful.
Hey, Wu Jing is not easy to earn!
But Cyril quickly picked himself up again.
As long as he restores his magic power and defeats Nicholas Cavendish, it will be fine!
With the proud character of the other party, you will definitely be very unconvinced, and then you will definitely challenge yourself again and again.
Thinking of this, Cyril felt very happy, and walked happily to the restaurant to cook.
After dinner, Cyril spent a few hours in the library, then packed up before two o'clock in the afternoon and rushed to the classroom for the history of magic.
History of Magic is taught by Professor Bennett Theron.
For this wizard, Cyril was impressed.
One is the clock-in timer set up by the other party at the entrance of the library.
The second is that this professor with a long white beard made a fresh appearance at the opening dinner with his own background music.
"Good afternoon, little ones."
Bennett Tyron stroked his beautiful long white beard and smiled kindly at the class, looking very kind.
"Good afternoon, Professor."
Many people had a good impression of this gentle old professor, and they replied in unison.
Bennett Tyron glanced at the way most of the wizard apprentices were sitting upright, and saw that they were holding quills in their hands as if they were planning to take notes at any time.
He smiled slightly, blinked mischievously, and took out a slender brown wand.
He swung his wand with outstretched arms, and the tip of the wand sent out a bright spot of light that enveloped the classroom.
Cyril only felt that the bottom of his butt was suddenly empty, and the seat was abruptly taken away.
He suddenly fell onto a large soft feather-like object.
He looked down and saw a thick and soft woolen carpet under him.
Cyril looked around, and the whole classroom was completely different from before.
From a classroom with neat, well-organized chairs to a cosy living room.
The wizard apprentices sat on the thick carpet in this living room.
Outside the living room window were fluffy batting-like snowflakes.
The fireplace in the living room was burning brightly and warmly, and the stacks of firewood made a crackling sound.
On the cupboard by the fireplace stood an old gramophone whose needle was turning slowly and leisurely.
A soothing female voice came out: "Mary has a little lamb, snowballs are like fur..."
Professor Bennett Theron smiled at them from an exotic rocking chair by the fireplace.
The wizard apprentices looked at each other, speechless in surprise.
"Well, it seems that something is missing?"
Professor Bennett Tellon stroked the white beard again, unhurriedly.
He looked around, looked suddenly realized, and said with a smile, "Ah, I should have some more hot tea and cookies."
He waved his wand lightly again.
A lot of tea sets and dinner plates with rose gold edges suddenly appeared, stopping in front of the wizard apprentices in twos and threes.
The plate was filled with cranberry cookies that smelled sweet, as if they had just been baked.
A cup of black tea and a stack of cookies stood in front of Professor Bennett Tellen himself.
He took a sip of the black tea with milk, then picked up a small cookie and ate it, with a very relaxed expression.
"Won't you have a piece? Children?"
Professor Bennett Tyron looked at the wizard apprentice below lovingly, and commented: "I think the taste is very good."
The class of this magic history professor is indeed much easier than in the morning.
The wizard apprentices drank black tea, ate cookies, and listened to a learned old professor telling the story of the ancient wizard's turbulent adventures around the fireplace.
Especially when Professor Bennett Theron announced that there would be no homework after class, the class cheered.
"History of Magic is definitely going to be my favorite class!"
Paris Greer sighed with emotion.
What he said was good, after all, the other courses that followed were difficult.
Like magic potions.
This is a course that Cyril had been looking forward to before. After all, it would add to his great career of making Wujing.
But as soon as they took their first class in Potions, many apprentice wizards turned pale.
After all, their first class wasn't about making magic potions (they didn't even use cauldrons), but dealing with all sorts of disgusting potion raw materials.
including but not limited to:
Skin the slippery green-ringed rattlesnake, remove its fangs, take out its gallbladder, try to make the best use of a green-ringed rattlesnake, and scour it cleanly; extract the saliva of the crypt worms, remember to hold back the feeling of vomiting, and do not stop Be careful to kill it with too much force; squeeze out the venom gland juice of the spotted toad, be careful, if it breaks free and jumps out, you'll have to lie on the floor of the classroom looking for it...
The wizard apprentices wear brass goggles. The lenses on the goggles are made of unknown materials, which can effectively protect against contamination and attacks from magical materials.
They turned the screw button on the back of the goggles as instructed by the potions professor.
Immediately afterwards, Cyril heard the inaudible sound of gears turning, and then he saw a fine leather mask recorded in the goggles fall down, tightly wrapping his cheeks.
So in the potions classroom, you can see a large group of wizard apprentices in black robes, protective gloves, masks and goggles on their faces, carefully grasping the slippery crypt worms with one hand, and the other To lure crypt worms, hold short sweet potato strips in one hand in front of their mouths.
Drool, please, Crypt Worm Dads.
The wizard apprentice is bitter.
When they finally managed to collect a test tube of the drool of the crypt worms, the new wizard apprentices who had just been beaten by the potions class had to deal with their near-collapse mood, and turned stiffly to find the potions class professor to pick up the crypt. The worm is as ugly as the spotted toad.
"I said that I only need the drool of the crypt worm!"
Potions professor Selena Pusens frowned as she watched a test tube handed in by a wizard apprentice.
The wizard apprentice turned pale with fright and shivered.
Merlin's smelly socks! Let him pass! He doesn't want to see that shit anymore!
"I emphasized that this is a course that pays attention to details! It requires enough patience and meticulousness!"
Professor Selena Pusens said with a serious expression.
Just by looking at her appearance, she was undoubtedly an extremely beautiful young witch, with thick, algae-like dark green long curly hair that was very attractive.
Many old wizard apprentices are wondering why Professor Selena Pusens' hair is still so thick under the ravages of all kinds of strange potions.
This is really the envy of many wizard apprentices who stay up late to study and lead to thinning hair.
They finally came to the conclusion that Professor Pusens may have mastered the legendary hair growth potion!
However, at this time, the beautiful witch could not let the wizard apprentice in front of her pay any attention to her beautiful face.
The apprentice wizard was staring at the suspicious bluish-grey mixed in the center of the white liquid in the transparent test tube.
That's what the potions professor emphasized before they started
"The snot of a crypt worm."
The wizard apprentice murmured in a low voice.
"So, redo."
Professor Selena Pusens paid no heed to the tearful eyes of this wizard apprentice.
She took out a chubby crypt worm again from the cage beside her and placed it in the apprentice wizard's trembling hand.
"If the test tube you hand in again is still mixed with crypt worm snot..."
Professor Selena Pusens took a deep look at the wizard apprentice in front of him, and said with aggravated tone: "I would think that you are dissatisfied with my class."
No apprentice wizard can leave the Potions classroom with a smile.
Cyril held his breath and blushed, and finally ground the sneeze grass into powder, and Kankan completed all the tasks for the get out of class before the end of the class.
He got a rare smile from the potions professor Selena Pusens.
"As expected of an S-class wizard apprentice, I am very optimistic about you."
Selena Pusens took the small jar of sneezegrass powder in Cyril's hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said to him.
Hearing this, Nicholas Cavendish almost burst the spotted toad in his hand.
Cyril struggled to squeeze a tired smile at his potions professor.
"Thank you for your encouragement, I will continue to work hard."
To be honest, he just wanted to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then spread out on the bed to calm down his complicated feelings of being tossed with various potion raw materials.
After the wizard apprentices struggled to complete their potions class homework after class, they walked out of the classroom that left them with a psychological shadow.
The wizard apprentices just sighed at the thought of writing down several pieces of parchment after class about the detailed handling of these potion materials and their effects in different situations.
Why put Potions after History of Magic!
The contrast is too stark!
Is this just another slap to a sweet date? ?
When Cyril was having lunch in the academy's dining room, he saw the eyes of many old wizard apprentices glancing at them, and they kept looking at each other with a fascinated smile.
When he finished eating, he stood up and passed by two old wizard apprentices, and he heard them say: "Oh, look at the haggard faces of these freshmen, it looks like they just got through a potions class under Professor Pusens."
The use of the word "boil" is really spiritual.
The courses that followed were not so brutal, but they were not easy either.
They remembered and identified large-scale stereoscopic images of various herbs projected by a crystal ball in a herbal medicine class.
By the way, the original words of the herbal medicine professor were—"I can't let you little trolls spoil my herbal cuties. So learn this first and then talk about it."
The professor of herbal medicine was Madison Herb, a wizard with curly blond hair.
If Cyril remembered correctly, the professor's appearance at the opening dinner was to slowly walk out of a huge flower bud.
"...that's the whole point of narcissus root."
Professor Madison Herb tapped the crystal ball with his wand to turn off the projection effect.
"Next, I'll pick a few wizard apprentices to test and teach you how well you are."
He picked up the list on the side and glanced quickly.
The hearts of the wizard apprentices in the classroom were also raised.
"Nicholas Cavendish!"
Professor Madison Herb caught a glimpse of a name and pronounced it.
"I know your father Augustus Cavendish. His research on witch circles is very good. He recently published a paper in the latest issue of "Magic Research"."
The professor of herbal medicine looked up at the young wizard apprentice.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course, this doesn't mean that if you don't answer in my class, I will give you a reduced punishment."
"Of course, ask questions, Professor."
Nicholas Cavendish stood up, clenched the quill in his hand, and raised his chest.
"Two questions. The first one: what kind of environment do daffodils like? The second one: the commonly used potions for narcissus I just mentioned?"
asked Professor Madison Herb.
"Daffodils like light, water, and fat. They are often used as analgesics, professor."
Nicholas Cavendish breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the question and answered confidently.
"Good. Sit down."
Professor Madison Herb nodded.
He continued to pick people up and returned to the question: "Sapier Warner! How do you make narcissus root powder?"
"Um... this... sorry, I don't remember, Professor Herb..."
A red-haired boy murmured.
He reached out and scratched his head roughly, making his messy hair even more unbearable to look directly at.
Professor Madison Herb let out a sneer from his nose.
He looked at Sapier Warner and said, "Are you a goldfish head? I just said that before I turned off the crystal ball!"
Because of this unanswered wizard apprentice, the entire class was implicated—they had an extra assignment for copying class notes in addition to the essay.
Every Wednesday, Cyril and the others needed a full day of spells lessons.
The magic spell professor was the middle-aged wizard with short black hair and a small beard.
He showed the magic of spells: the same spells use the element of fire, and different magic runes show different effects.
Most apprentice wizards get only a small, unremarkable fireball with the normal fireball spell.
The magic spell professor first created a cluster of small flames, then a fireball, and after that, the flames suddenly soared high, turning into a long giant fire dragon rushing across the classroom.
The moment the fire dragon brushed over his head, Cyril seemed to be able to feel the astonishing heat wave passing by.
The weekly wizard divination class gave Cyril a bit of a headache.
As it turns out, it may be true that the system says he has no talent for divination.
Cyril really couldn't see anything from the movement of the stars' trajectories.
However, this does not affect the fact that he also needs to memorize the entire galaxy map.
Jenny Webb was accepted as a student by Joanna Prodict, a professor of wizard divination, after her first class.
Cyril remembered that the professor appeared as a young and beautiful girl when he attended the opening dinner.
However, she became a kind old lady the first time she took a wizard's divination class.
In the second week of class, she turned into a beautiful lady again.
Time flies by.
Cyril's daily schedule is almost a three-point line of bedroom-classroom-library.
When he left the library at night, he could still see many apprentice wizards doing their homework on the long table.
Reference books piled high on the table signalled their far-flung sleep time.
Fortunately, there were no classes scheduled for the weekend, allowing the wizarding apprentices a respite from their heavy schoolwork.
Cyril and a few friends like to bring books to the lake to do their homework on weekends.
Here you can see the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
The winter sun shines on the calm and clear lake, sparkling waves, which is very refreshing.
Outside of the busy course, Cyril had little chance to see Mr. Scott.
The academy chief seemed to be erratic, and Cyril had never met each other in the academy.
Cyril even felt that he was the only one living in that rose hut on weekdays.
For this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also had a little regret that he couldn't explain why.
Two weeks passed quickly.
Cyril still remembered what Mr. Scott had said when the school started, that the extra magic study course would start two weeks later, in the dean's office.
So, on Monday night of the third week, he came to the door of the Dean's office alone.