Hunting College

"What is a magic spell?"

Professor Yao stood on the stage and repeated this question again.

Under the stage, the students held quill pens, pressed their notebooks, raised their heads and looked at the professor eagerly, in a state of copying the book at any time. This makes Lao Yao a little disappointed.

"Originally, this should be the question you asked me in the first spell class," he flipped through the handouts in his hand, and the paper clashed between his fingers: "But unfortunately, for the entire semester, you guys I learned a series of new mantras, but no one came to me to discuss this issue in class or in class."

"not a single person!"

The students lowered their heads and expressed that they were ashamed-of course, this was just a gesture of apology. In fact, not many people are sincerely confessing, everyone just follows the professor's meaning.

Lao Yao wouldn't struggle with this kind of question for too long. Seeing no one answered, he explained it straight away:

"Mantra is a way of ‘expressing’ multidisciplinary knowledge such as talisman, magic text, divination, and pharmacology through fixed permutations and structural formulas. Of course, this is the definition after the popularity of dimensionalism."

As he spoke, the piece of chalk that had originally floated on the back of his head began to twist and squeak happily on the blackboard again. A series of beautiful swashes remained on the blackboard, and a star was added in front of the entire definition. No., to indicate that this is very important.

In the hall, the young wizards who were still bowing their heads and confessing a few seconds ago have grabbed their feather pens and copied them with great joy.

"...Since many other magic disciplines are mixed, it means that mantras are not simply copying mantras and chanting mantras. We have to see the essence of mantras through phenomena."

"What is the essence of the curse?"

"If we say that Talismanology is wizards’ analysis of the origin of the world; magic literature is wizards’ analysis of wisdom and consciousness; fortune-telling is wizards’ analysis of dimensions and time... then from these perspectives, magic , It is the application method that integrates the above-mentioned many analytical contents."

"In other words, behind every magic spell, behind every spell, there are the essence of many magic disciplines such as talismanology, magic literature, divination, pharmacology, alchemy, etc. She interacts with other disciplines. The conditions are complementary."

"For example, everyone knows the physical formula-such as the calculation formula of friction f=μn?"

Speaking of this, Professor Yao paused for a moment, his eyes scanned the many students in the classroom.

Everyone nodded and agreed.

Zheng Qing is no exception.

Although it is a bit weird to mention the friction calculation formula in the magic classroom of a wizarding university, it is not strange to most knowledgeable wizards.

In fact, many of the explosive discoveries and inventions in modern Baiding society were selectively spread by the Wizarding League. Physical formulas such as the calculation formula of friction and the mass-energy equation belong to the content of alchemy.

Professor Yao nodded with satisfaction and continued: "For an analogy, the relationship between the curse and other disciplines, to the smallest degree, is like the relationship between the friction formula and pulleys and bearings; when it is larger, it can also be understood as quality. The relationship between energy formula and nuclear weapons."

"If the subjects including Fulu, pharmacology, etc., are studying basic physical formulas, then the spell is a convenient tool based on physical formulas, including but not limited to pulleys, rifles, nuclear bombs, and timers."

"It's just that in the world of Bai Ding, there is still a long practical distance between'li' and'yong'. In the wizard's world, there is only a book between'li' and'yong'... At that time, it was through a staff."

"This is probably the charm of magic."

...

Throughout the class, Professor Yao explained to the students the basic principles of the spell.

The blackboard was copied from blackboard to blackboard, and even the school elves who were responsible for erasing the blackboard were very busy. In normal classrooms, they all sat on the protruding part of the blackboard and watched the students learn magic with a smile. Old Yao handed tea, but for most of the class today, they all flew around in front of the blackboard, wiping the blackboard, dealing with the chalk heads that fell from time to time, and the dust in the front of the classroom.

Zheng Qingchao's wrists are sore. Under his busy schedule, he also unknowingly forgot the'Satuguya incident' last night-he originally planned to discuss this matter with his companions at noon.

But until the bell rang at the end of get out of class and Yao left the classroom, he did not remember.

While Zheng Qing was packing his books, frowning, thinking hard, always feeling that he had forgotten something important, a sweet voice sounded in his ears:

"Are you recalling what the professor taught in class?"

Elena holding the textbook, tilting her head, appeared beside Zheng Qing, and looked at him curiously.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, and the thoughts that had been racking his brains suddenly emptied. Between the lightning and the fire, I don't know which two nerves were connected wrongly, and he suddenly realized another thing.

"I just said... I always feel that I see you this semester, something is wrong." The young wizard carefully observed the Gypsy Witch, and did not answer her question, but instead asked, "Did you change your perfume? Smell it. It seems to be different from before."

Jelena blinked, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised:

"Why is it different?"

Zheng Qing's face was crumpled.

"Well, it used to feel very fragrant... a rich fragrance." He opened his eyes, capturing the remaining impression in his mind, and slowly contrasted: "But now it is fragrant...well, it is a very light fragrance."

Irina looked at him with eyebrows crooked: "Then do you think I smell good now, or I smell good before?"

This is a free sub-question ~www.ltnovel.com~ as good as it smells. "Zheng Qing's expression changed, and righteously said: "Any perfume with you, it smells the same. "

Jelena smiled happily.

At the back of the witch, Fatty Xin who had packed her things and was about to leave the classroom heard Zheng Qing's answer. He turned his head, grinning and sticking out his tongue, making an expression of retching hard.

Zheng Qing pretended that he hadn't seen the fat man do anything wrong.

"Does sleep sound in class?" He changed the subject, joking about the gypsy witch: "Would you like me to draw you some sleeping charms or mute charms? This can perfectly cut off the noise in class."

Jelena's earlobe turned red with a brush.

"call out!"

She shook her hand and threw a note on the wizard: "Professor Monteria asked you to go to his laboratory at one o'clock on Saturday afternoon... This was sent to you by a senior of mine."