"Vice principal..."
After Reiner went to Percival's house before, he took advantage of his free time to check at will. Percival's father-in-law and Mrs. Lesa's father was none other than Leo Bordo.
Therefore, Mrs. Lesa's original name should be Lesa Bordo.
"What a coincidence."
Reiner handed back his student registration information, walked out of the building, and began to think about what to do.
To be honest, he didn't necessarily want to know the whereabouts of Sirius Oldman, but a series of coincidences made him curious and wanted to find out what happened to this graduate eight years ago. Why did you spend money to stuff your paper into the school archives, and what exactly was written in that paper.
"I remember Director Percival said that his father-in-law is no longer engaged in teaching and often travels."
Reiner stood in the shade of the building. His robe had a temperature-regulating magic circle, so he didn't feel hot, but being exposed to the direct sun was still a bit unpleasant. He thought for a moment and decided to pay a visit.
After asking about the location of the vice-principal's office, Reiner walked straight across the campus and came to a tall building in front of the square in the middle of the school.
At this time, it happened to be the end of the morning class. Many mages who had finished class walked out of this high-rise building. They were walking in a hurry, probably towards the cafeteria. Reiner was walking against the current alone, which seemed very strange and attracted many people. Many looks.
Entering the high-rise building, Reiner took the elevator to the eighth floor.
There are no classrooms above the seventh floor of the main building. They are all office areas, and Vice Principal Bordo's office is located on the eighth floor.
As soon as Reiner stepped out of the elevator, he saw a reception desk.
"Hello, I am Rainer Ian Gray from the thesis review committee. I would like to find Vice Principal Portordo."
"Excuse me, do you have an appointment... Wait, Rainer Inglete???"
The routine-like speech of the female receptionist in her twenties was suddenly interrupted. She looked at Reiner with a frightened expression.
"Are you the Blood Baron, Rainer Inglet!!?"
"What is the name of Blood Baron..."
Reiner felt that his style in the eyes of others seemed to be flying away to an indescribable place. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued.
"I'm looking for Vice Principal Portordo. I don't know if it's convenient for him."
"Uh, sorry, I was too excited at the moment..."
The receptionist was a little at a loss. She hurriedly picked up the notepad on the table and flipped through it before answering to Reiner.
"Principal Portordo should be having lunch now. Well, he may take a nap afterwards and wake up around... two o'clock in the afternoon."
It seems that she is also a newcomer and is not familiar with Principal Portordo's schedule.
"Then I'm going to have a meal too and come back in the afternoon. Please make a reservation for me."
Hearing that everyone was eating, Reiner, who had been busy all morning, also felt a little hungry. He said to the receptionist, making the other party afraid to look into his eyes.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Iain Gray."
Just as Reiner turned around to leave and look for a place to eat, the receptionist stopped him again.
"Please wait, Mr. Iain Gray."
Looking back, Reiner discovered that the receptionist had taken out a clean notebook and opened it to the blank title page.
"Can you sign your name for me?"
The receptionist looked at Reiner with expectant eyes like a puppy wagging its tail.
... ...
Like a lonely gourmet, after enjoying a meal in the backstreets near the Astor Academy of Advanced Magic, Reiner returned to the campus in the afternoon. At this time, when the sun was at its strongest, in the huge square , a few pedestrians walked in a hurry, avoiding the scorching sun.
Reiner had just had lunch and was walking slowly under the shade of the trees for an afternoon snack. When he returned to the main building of the school, there was no one in the lobby. He took the elevator to the eighth floor. As soon as Reiner opened the door, he saw someone holding a hand in his hand. Looking at the receptionist who was dozing off, he smiled, walked to the counter, and tapped the tabletop gently.
Dong Dong Dong—
The knocking sound suddenly woke up the half-asleep receptionist. She hurriedly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and stood up in a panic.
"Who, who..."
Her bewildered look really made Reiner want to ask her if she had a distant relative named Claire.
"I'm here to see Vice Principal Portordo."
Reiner suppressed his thoughts of mischief and spoke in a serious tone.
"Oh, yes, it's you, Mr. Ian Gray, I'm sorry, I, I'll go and inform you right away."
The receptionist nodded repeatedly, ran to the office behind her, opened the door, whispered a few words, then turned around and saluted Reiner.
"Come in, Mr. Iain Gray."
Reiner nodded and walked into the office.
This office was not big. In fact, compared to the status of the vice-principal, Reiner felt that it was already small.
Among the mountains of manuscripts and materials, a bald old man was sitting behind a slightly old desk.
He was wearing a single-sided spectacle and had a half-read book in his hand. The old man put down the bookmark and slowly closed the book. He looked at Reiner with a pair of eyes that were not cloudy at all, and then spoke.
"Are you that Rainer Ingle? I heard Percival mentioned you."
Although his voice was old, it was full of energy. Even from a certain distance, Reiner could hear it clearly.
"Vice Principal Bordo, good afternoon."
After a brief exchange of greetings, Reiner explained his purpose.
"I'm here to bother you this time because I recently read a paper written by a graduate of this school. I was very inspired by some of the ideas in it, so I wanted to find the source of inspiration mentioned in the paper, but found that This paper has been destroyed due to some reasons, and the original author of that paper is your student, Vice Principal."
"my student?"
Vice-Principal Bordo showed a slightly confused expression. He didn't know whether it was because he had too many students, or because he simply couldn't think of any student whose thesis could inspire Reiner Ingle, who was constantly breaking tradition.
"Well, yes, his name is Sirius Oldman. If his student status information is correct, he entered Astor Academy of Magic twelve years ago and left eight years ago. During this period, he was responsible for his graduation. The thesis supervisor is you, the vice president."
Reiner said, but he didn't expect that when Vice Principal Portordo heard what he said, his eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
"Sirius... him?"
After a moment of silence, Vice Principal Portordo sighed softly.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, I could still hear someone mention his name."
Scene 207: Memories of Principal Portordo
If Leo Bodor was asked to recall his past teaching career, then the student Sirius Oldman would appear in the story at any time.
Portordo still remembered what an eye-catching rising star Sirius was when he first entered school.
Although he has not published any academic papers, Sirius's mastery of the course and understanding of spells are not like a newly promoted first-level mage. Many times, the sharp questions he asks in class can make those The professor who prided himself on being knowledgeable was at a loss for words.
For such an outstanding talent, anyone would teach him seriously and hope that he can achieve a great career.
In fact, for the first two years, Sirius did.
He has made achievements in various fields and is carefully preparing for his graduation thesis, which is a study on Alberton's Law of Motion in the Law System. This is an area that even mid-level mages are rarely involved in, except for those few everyone. Discussion, the rest is just some corner applications.
Sirius, on the other hand, tried to establish a unified and complete model to describe these movements. What an ambitious goal this was.
If this continues, Sirius should be able to successfully graduate from the Astor Academy of Advanced Magic and move towards a more glorious future.
But everything changed after the summer vacation of the second year.
"What? You said you want to change your research direction?"
The black tea in Portordo's hand almost fell over. He was shaking a little, slowly put down the tea cup, and then looked at the student standing in front of him.
Sirius Oldman, although not handsome, exudes a professional and serious temperament. The slightly shy student adjusted his glasses and said.
"Yes, teacher, I suddenly caught some inspiration during my study in the first two weeks. I think I may have found a clue to unify these models, but I need more time and energy to analyze it."
Sirius felt a little guilty. After all, this was his own willfulness. He looked at the mentor who took good care of him, and then spoke.
"Actually, I have completed the first stage of mathematical proof, but..."
"What? Show me quickly."
Portordo was still immersed in shock, but when he heard Sirius' words, he suddenly came back to his senses.
Sirius took out his manuscript with some hesitation and handed it to Portordo.
The process of proof is very simple, and with Bodordo's knowledge, it is not difficult to understand.
But this mid-level mage, a professor at Astor Advanced Magic Academy, could not say a word for a long time.
"It's just that a special mathematical tool may be used, which I created myself... called... "
"Sirius."
Portordo spoke up, interrupting his student's explanation.
"Are you serious? Are the words written here really the words you wrote after thinking about it?"
"teacher... ... "
Hearing his teacher's doubts, Sirius wanted to defend himself, but didn't know where to start.
Because this theory is so subversive to thinking, even Sirius himself only proved it on paper, but could not find any corresponding examples for its actual application.
But Sirius only knew one thing, this proof was correct.
"This is ridiculous, Sirius, and makes no sense at all, you know, math is nothing more than a tool, it doesn't even elicit feedback from the world."
Portordo scolded, and he was also very anxious in his heart. He was worried that his students would indulge in fruitless pursuits and ultimately ruin their bright future.
"But this proves to be correct, teacher. I remember you once told us in the first class at school that the mage pursues simple and elegant theories. This proves that the results obtained are completely in line with this characteristic."
Sirius was usually gentle and humble, like the most inconspicuous student, but at this moment, he seemed a little agitated. He argued, his face flushed.
"I know."
Portordo read the manuscript again. Indeed, the proof ideas and processes are very sophisticated. It can even be said that he has never seen such a perfect proof before, but the final conclusion is so subversive that it obscures Everything before.
"But what's the point?"
His teacher's words made Sirius silent.
Sirius's proof and results cannot be applied to any current magic. This is a completely different direction from the previous mathematical system, and it cannot even be used to solve other mathematical problems by citing it.
This theory makes no sense either magically or mathematically.
"Sirius, you know, although I encourage you to study mathematics and understand the theories left by your ancestors, in the end, it all comes back to magic. If you cannot assist your magic to advance and create new magic, Then mathematics is just a bunch of numbers.”
Portordo said to his precious student in a seductive manner.
"We can't do mathematics for the sake of mathematics. That will only lead people astray and waste time."
Now he only hopes that Sirius can give up these crazy ideas and honestly complete his initial thesis design. It is a research that can change the entire law system and construct magic methods. It is many times better than the mathematical results in front of him. If Being able to get results, just the feedback it causes from the world is enough for Sirius to benefit to the middle level.
But Portordo looked into Sirius's eyes and knew that it might be too late.
"But these are all correct. Isn't it wrong to study a correct thing? Didn't Mr. Alberton also spend several years to create calculus?"
Sirius's soul has long been firmly imprisoned by the contents of this manuscript. Portordo had seen it before, and it was a fanatical and stubborn look in his eyes.
"It's not that it's wrong, Sirius, it's just that it's useless."
Portordo shook his head.
"Your Excellency Alberton created calculus, but the reason he created this mathematical tool was to solve problems in his own magic theory. This is meaningful, but Sirius, what magic problem can your theory solve? ?”
The teacher's question left Sirius speechless. Indeed, his current research was of no help to any current spell model. Even if Sirius used his imagination to the fullest, he could not guess in what field it could be applied.
"Sirius, I'm not saying that your spirit of inquiry is wrong. It's just that for you, there are more important things to do, and that is to improve your magic level, rather than working on a meaningless mathematical problem. No matter how troubled it is, you can still go back and study it after you become a high-level mage."
Portordo sighed helplessly, stood up and patted Sirius on the shoulder.
"I heard Lesa say that you haven't come to see her this summer. She was a little unhappy. I have a meal ticket for Maria's restaurant here. You can take her there tonight to coax her and adjust herself. mentality.”
His daughter met Sirius in a report before she entered school. That was when he had not yet made his mark. The two became lovers later. On one side was his precious daughter and on the other was a rising student. It was natural for Bordo to Very happy.
But if Sirius continues to be obsessed with that meaningless mathematical research, Portordo may need to consider the future of the two of them.