Go to the special challenge of excellence!
Nicholas Cavendish now just wants to get out of this sad place.
He was about to walk to the sidelines, but found Cyril chasing after him.
Nicholas Cavendish's mouth pursed into a straight line.
He tried hard to control the expression on his face, trying to restore his usual arrogant look, but he was finally defeated by the depression in his chest, and glared at Cyril from the bottom of his heart.
Cyril spread out his hands, blinked his eyes, and looked sincere without being pretentious.
In his beautiful black and white almond eyes, there are three points of innocence, three points of friendliness, and four points of anticipation.
Nicholas Cavendish was stunned for a moment.
expect? What to expect
Soon, under the slight shy reminder from the other party, he knew it with a cold face.
Nicholas Cavendish took out a delicate brass card with a blank expression.
He gritted his teeth and said, "This is a Black Rose Chamber of Commerce quota card with a face value of 500 witch crystals, which is common to the Wizarding Land!"
Cyril's eyes brightened, and he took the brass card with joy.
He looked at the angry look on the opposite client's face, "Don't suffer me", hesitated for a moment, but comforted him kindly: "There are so many fields of knowledge in the wizarding world, youth is the capital! All roads lead to wizards, don't narrow the road. already."
Cyril, who has a certain magical knowledge reserve, can more or less see that Nicholas Cavendish is not good at offensive spells in the process of getting along with his classmates in the past few months.
Although the other party can also do well, compared to his excellent talent in magic pharmacy, summoning and offensive spells may not be the best direction for Cavendish to be promoted to wizards in the future.
Nicholas Cavendish, who was just about to turn around and leave, snorted coldly from his nose, "I want you to take care of it." He turned his head and left.
Cyril just kindly gave the other party a small suggestion. As for what Nicholas Cavendish would do, of course he would not interfere.
Cyril, who had 500 Wu Jing in the account at once, was satisfied with happiness written all over his face.
He made his hands into a trumpet shape, put his mouth to the back of Nicholas Cavendish and called out: "Welcome to fight with me next time! I'll give you a discount!"
I don't know if it's an illusion, Cyril felt that Nicholas Cavendish's pace of leaving has sped up a lot, and his back looks slightly vicissitudes.
Since the news of this match was spread by the crowd, the wizard apprentices at Snowberg Wizarding Academy knew that Cyril Lawrence, an S-level wizard apprentice, had mastered a lot of undead magic.
Of course, with Cyril's tacit publicity, the price of that sassy game has also attracted attention.
Indeed, a few wealthy Wujing bigwigs also found them and made reservations for a match with Cyril in the arena.
As a result, he also successfully paid off his debts, and also reserved Wu Jing in advance for future paid courses.
Now Cyril's small vault has a full 1020 Wu Jing.
The footsteps of summer are slowly approaching.
The frequency of staying up late for wizard apprentices also peaked during this period.
For no other reason than the final exam is coming up soon.
This time, even Bennett Tyron, a professor of the history of magic who doesn't always assign homework after school, gave them a long list of books.
What makes the wizard apprentices even more desperate is that the professors of other courses are not so easy to talk about, and the scope of review is simply a sea of stars.
"All the spells I've shown in class that you should master by now are likely to pass the test."
Charms professor Robin Antonio gave a wicked smile, telling the apprentice wizard, who was on the verge of collapse, to pull the moustache off his mouth.
However, they only dare to think about it in their hearts.
After all, the last wizard apprentice who tried to use a partial curse to let the magic spell professor take sick leave heard that he was still in charge of cleaning up the college's health system, which is the kind of cleaning that is not allowed to use magic...
Cyril was shocked when he heard it.
"I have to say, you guys are really the worst class I have ever brought."
Potions professor Selena Pousons unceremoniously waved her papers at the wizarding apprentices.
Then she waved her wand lightly.
The stacks of parchment flew in front of the wizard apprentices like small cannonballs. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. The parchment rolled into a round stick and went straight to the bridge of their nose. Cheek, patted several times.
"oops!"
A wizard apprentice covered his cheek in pain.
"Stop! I was wrong! I'll write better next time!"
The parchment slapped his face savagely a few times before falling to the table as if taking a break.
Even if it is lying on the table, it is full of domineering momentum.
I saw a big "E" written in bright red ink like blood on the parchment, which was the worst grade in the class.
The scarlet ink was so dark that it seemed to rip through the parchment.
The edges of the parchment rolled up, and it looked like he wanted to continue looking for a chance to slap the wizard apprentice in the face again.
The sorcerer apprentice burst into tears when he saw the words "Rewrite" written on the back.
Hey, it's not because the review phase is too heavy and too little time!
He was dazed by the review, until he realized that the deadline for the Potions class was just an hour later, and then he hurriedly scraped together something and handed it in.
The parties are sorry! Very sorry!
The parchment in front of Cyril was extraordinarily gentle in comparison, and it fell lightly into his hand.
The parchment had a slender "A" written on it, and according to the light strokes of red ink, it could be seen that the paper was probably satisfactory to the professor.
Cyril breathed a sigh of relief.
He wouldn't dare to fool this strict witch who pursues details easily!
At this moment, the glamorous young witch was looking around at the wizard apprentices in the classroom with hateful eyes.
Her algae-thick dark green curls swayed in the back of her head, each strand of which shimmered in anger.
Selena Pusens asked indifferently, "Do you know why I hear the sound of the sea as soon as I walk into this classroom?"
Her indifferent voice made the wizard apprentices shiver, and they all shook their heads.
The potions professor sneered and replied, "That's because your brains are full of water!"
Professor Christina Blake reminded everyone that if you fail the final exam, you will need to pay 1,000 Wu Jing to retake the failed course after the summer vacation starts.
"Similarly, I still don't advise you to cheat."
The handsome short-haired witch glanced meaningfully at the wizard apprentices and explained: "Unless you can be perfectly invisible under the proctoring of the professors, so that they will not find out. Otherwise, you know, the consequences are at your own risk. "
In order to prepare for the final exam, some wizard apprentices simply lived in the library with pillows and bedding, which was allowed by the rules of the hospital.
However, if these sleepless wizard apprentices forgot to use the "cleansing spell" that wrinkled their skin on themselves, they would be thrown out by the skeleton guards for destroying the environment of the library.
There is a strong learning atmosphere everywhere at Snowberg Wizarding Academy.
The wizard apprentices greeted each other by asking, "How's your review going?"
"Sucks!! Merlin's stinky socks! Why do you have to take the theory class!"
Another apprentice wizard with big dark circles on his face replied desperately.
Yes.
The final exams at Snowburgh Wizarding Academy are usually (with the exception of History of Magic) divided into a theoretical exam and a practical exam.
Therefore, wizard apprentices not only need to memorize the knowledge points, but also need to use them smoothly in practice exams.
"Hold on, I can."
Paris Geller took a deep breath.
He looked at the blood lizard eggs in his protective gloves and carefully added them to the cauldron.
Cyril's notes said that the blood lizard eggs should be stirred immediately after they are added.
Fortunately, he bought a self-stirring crucible, otherwise he would be in a hurry.
"Then, turn down the flame and sprinkle in 15g of pork gall powder."
Paris Grauer recalled, glanced at Cyril's note again to confirm, and then pressed a screw button on the right side of the brass cauldron.
He gently turned the button counterclockwise, then measured 15g of black powder from a small bottle with a transparent glass test tube, and poured it into the crucible tremblingly.
After the blood-red liquid in the crucible came into contact with these black powders, it immediately turned into a purple-red viscous liquid.
"Looks like it worked..."
Paris Greer breathed a sigh of relief.
He murmured in a low voice, "This blood tonic... looks really hard to swallow."
Then he turned his head to watch Cyril drop a treated tentacled slug into the cauldron.
After Cyril was concentrating on successfully brewing a pot of "energy potion" and took off the protective gloves on his hands, Paris Greer spoke to him: "Cyril, how did you do it? Even one step. You can't go wrong!"
Cyril took off the protective glasses hanging on his face with one hand and said: "You have to pay attention to some small details, where is the most error-prone point of each potion, and then remind yourself to avoid it when brewing, I recommend you to read the book in the library..."
As he spoke, he rubbed the protective glasses over his head, and the protective glasses messed up his jet-black and smooth hair, and a cute stubborn hair was curled up.
After Cyril finished talking about Datong's advice, seeing Paris staring at the top of his head, he hurriedly stretched out his hand to press down the curled up hair.
At this time, Cyril and his friends were reviewing the potions class in the potions laboratory of the academy.
Fortunately, they can also enjoy the last preferential treatment of the freshmen, and it does not need to cost Wu Jing to enter this potion laboratory.
Addison Morgan looked at Paris Geller's headache, pushed his glasses and said, "When the new school year starts after summer vacation, you don't need to worry about final exams anymore."
Everyone looked up at him.
Addison Morgan explained calmly: "Don't you all know? The attitude of professors will undergo a 180-degree change in the paid courses of the new school year. In short, love to learn or not to learn."
He paused and continued: "There will be no final exams in the subsequent courses. 1000 Wu Jing is only the fee for the wizard apprentices to attend the class, and additional fees will be required to ask questions."
"No wonder what we saw in the library during this period were basically our current wizard apprentices!"
Warren suddenly realized.
"No exams needed! That would be awesome! Can't wait to start early next semester!"
Paris Greer raised his arms and shouted.
"At that time, what you worry about is how to earn Wu Jing."
Addison Morgan's glasses reflected an eerie light.
He showed a calm expression that was used to seeing strong winds and waves, and calmly spit out the cruel truth: "Next semester, each wizard apprentice must choose at least one course, which requires at least 1,000 wizard crystals. Moreover, next semester's The courses are all courses that burn very witch crystals, such as alchemy, summoning, puppet art, etc. The raw materials for these courses must be prepared by ourselves, and the cost will probably be several times that of 1,000 witch crystals.”
Cyril's smile gradually disappeared.
Good guy, in this way, the 1020 Wu Jing he has worked so hard to save is useless at all!
The feeling of poverty has increased!
Addison Morgan glanced at the sluggish people and closed the notebook in his hand with a snap.
He pushed his glasses and continued: "So, after the exam is over, let's go to the secret realm together as a team."