Hunting College

The vast majority of members of the wizarding world can only live as ordinary wizards throughout their lives.

When busy, he immerses himself in sketching out the magic circle, extracting medicinal materials, and refining rare metals; in free time, throw one or two fireballs in the hunting ground, adjust three or five potions in the study, and draw seven or eight talismans.

Thinking about camping will eventually become dust.

But this does not mean their incompetence, nor does it mean how terrible their abilities are.

On the contrary, being able to successfully live as an official wizard in this world has proven their talent from a certain angle, so unique.

There is talent, there is difference between superior and inferior, there is contrast.

Those individuals who are more talented among ordinary wizards will be included in the first university for further studies.

This means that they can go further on the road of wizards.

Going farther means living longer and stronger.

Wizards who can enter the first university, even after only four years of college career, can pass the assessment of registered wizards and enjoy hundreds of years of happy life.

But every talented wizard will not be satisfied with such a short vision.

Their goals are more distant and unpredictable.

Such as the Great Wizard.

A standing committee under the highest authority of the Wizarding Alliance is responsible for dealing with matters large and small in the wizarding world-from establishing diplomatic relations with new civilizations outside the region to the personnel arrangements of the Four Seasons Workshop Management Committee.

The official members of this standing committee are all great wizards in the wizarding world.

For this reason, this standing committee was nicknamed the ‘Great Wizards’ Meeting’ by wizards.

The First University occupies more than one-third of the seats in the Great Wizarding Conference, but at the same time, the Great Wizards of the First University are also the members absent the most from the Great Wizarding Conference-these senior professors prefer it to meetings Stay in the laboratory deep in the campus and conduct various demonstrations of possibilities, hoping to go further on the road of magic.

And now, Professor Emma, ​​a well-known great wizard, not only came to a conference room to participate in the boring monthly meeting of Jiuyou Academy—you must know that she hadn't been to the great wizard meeting for nearly ten years—but he was really serious Take out a magic bead.

This unusual statement almost immediately attracted the attention of all the wizards in the conference room.

"Mr. Emma has something new to give us some insight." The fat wizard who had been robbed of a lot of drinks by Old Yao not long ago seemed to forget his unhappiness and smiled.

"Watch out!" His companion hurriedly grabbed the corner of his robe behind him, stopping the fat wizard's reckless behavior.

Although both are the faculty members of the first university, the gap between teaching assistants, lecturers, general professors, senior professors and other different ranks is no less shallow than the differences between the four colleges.

For the great wizard, ordinary professors will inevitably have some natural awe.

It's like the sublime of the subordinate to the superior.

After all, the great wizards have aloof status, vast magical powers, and long life span. For most ordinary wizards, including registered wizards, they are existences worth looking up to.

Professor Emma didn't care about the small movements between several ordinary professors.

She shook her stubby fingers to make the complicated magic text on the fingertips turn more smoothly.

"I'm really sorry, hahahaha." Her loud laughter made the elves who were serving around her tremble with fright, and even some young teaching assistants showed an uneasy look.

"Who will comment on this magic text?" Professor Emma turned his face and looked at the ordinary professors and teaching assistants who were gradually surrounding him, with a very casual tone.

It's even mild.

This gave many people great courage.

"A standard magic bead, the smell of'fire' contained in it is very clear." A young lecturer seemed to be attending such a regular meeting for the first time, a little cramped, but very bravely said: "Moreover, this demon The structure of the text is very stable and it can firmly enclose the artistic conception in it."

The other wizards nodded or shook their heads, but they all stared at the slowly rotating magic text, and none of them spoke.

"It's a cliché, nothing new." Professor Emma glanced at him and commented very rudely: "What do you teach?"

The blood on the young lecturer's face faded suddenly, and he stood there helplessly, the courage in his eyes disappeared at a faster speed.

"Blood heraldry," the poor young man whispered and replied in a low voice.

"Oh!" Professor Emma slowly nodded his chin, repeating in a suddenly realized tone: "Study of blood family heraldry."

This is an elective course with a small audience, and one semester can only be exchanged for one credit. There is no need for advanced magic power or complicated magic skills. Only those wizards who don't have enough credits to upgrade will choose this ‘easy-way’.

Correspondingly, the qualification requirements for teachers who teach this subject will not be too high.

Professor Emma was obviously aware of this, so there was no more embarrassment for the young lecturer.

"This young man just told some of the facts...but didn't say the point." Professor Emma held the magic text with the tip of his left finger, opened the textbook on the table with his right hand, rubbed his fingers, and found the same magic text. Then appeared in midair.

Two three-dimensional magic texts were presented in front of everyone at the same time.

"This word! It's more dynamic than the "character" I just extracted from the textbook!" Professor Emma pointed to the magic text on his left hand, especially emphasizing the pronunciation of that "character".

Professor Yi nodded slightly.

Old Yao tapped his pipe, hiding his eyes behind the curling green smoke.

"The magic text is a kind of text. It first expresses a kind of idea, and then it is a symbol. Look, although I just selected a standard magic text from the textbook-its strokes are almost the same in thickness and the structure is completely Reasonable, the width of the gap is almost perfect-but it has no breath."

"It's just a symbol, not a'word'."

"As an existence that expresses the thought of a wizard, the emotional power contained in the magic text determines the power of the magic text. A word without emotion is not a real word. Just like a person, a person without emotion is just a walking dead."

The onlookers nodded and said yes, and responded most enthusiastically to Professor Emma's remarks.

Except for a few senior professors.

Lao Yao spit out two smoke rings, trapped the two magic texts, closed his eyes, and felt the difference between them.

"The artistic conception in this magic text." He took a breath, and since he spit out slowly, opened his eyes, his eyes looked very deep: "...There is indeed a familiar feeling."

"Very clear, very strong, and very stable!" Professor Yi interrupted his contemplation, looked at Lao Yao as a warning, and said in a hurried tone: "This level of strokes...It is estimated that it will take more than ten or twenty years of accumulation. , Otherwise it will be difficult to write!"

"Hehe." The wrinkles on Lao Yao's face twitched, his mouth let out an unexplained laugh.

"When did you discover... this good seedling?" Professor Li's faint voice sounded among several people.

"This week." Professor Emma did not suppress the joy and joy on his face at all: "How long hasn't seen this breath...So, you should know that when I found out that this word was just an adult and hadn't even been on the road. 'What a pleasant surprise when the little guy wrote it out."

"Surprising enough, happy enough." Professor Yi Jiazi nodded and commented briefly: "It is a piece of uncut jade, if it is carved a little, it will definitely emit a dazzling brilliance."

The other teachers around listening to the conversations of several senior professors were a little confused.

It feels like they are complimenting the students who wrote the word.

But it doesn't seem to be all.

"I thought of it just now," Old Yao frowned suddenly and turned to look at Professor Emma: "Nice talent, excellent ability, plus being a freshman... Do you plan to push him into Monteria's laboratory? ?"

"I have this plan, but I don't want to let him in right away." Professor Emma shook his head: "The guy in Monteria still has a very high vision. This little guy doesn't even have a dozen magic texts. If you lose it now In the past, his talent would only be wasted for nothing."

"Very wise." Old Yao nodded, and then analysed the master of the magic text with a pretentious look:

"You have four magic text lessons this week, each for freshmen from the four academies. In order, they are Jiuyou Academy, Alpha Academy, Atlas Academy, and Star Academy. Look at the magic text you took out. The time limit should be within two days...Then this word should belong to a freshman in our Jiuyou Academy."

Professor Li looked like hell.

He used a long sigh to express his deepest contempt for Lao Yao's exaggerated acting skills.

"A freshman in Jiuyou Academy, good at rune construction, and very famous recently, and among the outstanding ones I mentioned before, there is only one little guy who claims to be the true biography of Kunlun." Professor Yi is not inferior. Yu Lao Yao's reasoning ability, pinpointed and said: "It is a freshman named Zheng Qing, Jiuyou College, astronomy 08-1 class."

"Xiao Yi, your reasoning ability has increased again!" Professor Emma looked surprised.

"Where, where." Professor Yi Jiazi looked humble.

"He got everyone's medium in the divination class... For a fortuneteller, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is a basic skill to distinguish breath." Old Yao faintly pointed: "The most contaminated character in yours is Zheng Qing. The breath is gone."

Professor Yi touched the tip of his nose, his face was not exposed to the slightest irritation.

Professor Emma grumbled and sat down in the high-back chair again. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly giggled.

Professor Yi lowered his head, turned out the tarot again, and began to shuffle the cards.

Old Yao bit his pipe, bursting out blue smoke, and drowned his head in the billowing smoke.

Several bigwigs lost their talk, and the meeting room quickly fell into a quiet atmosphere.

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