Chapter 95 The first spell class of the second semester
The incident of Satogua's big eyeball being blown out only lasted for a few minutes in the minds of the students before it was erased by a strange force.
The next morning, when class was on Monday, Zheng Qing was shocked to find that except for him, all the members of the school, including Astronomy Class 08-1 and the Forgiveness Hunting Team, were concerned about the 'big eyes' in the night sky last night.
I have completely forgotten about my son and that flash of green light.
Even for Zheng Qing, the images in his impression became increasingly blurry, leaving only a clear concept of the matter.
Obviously, this is someone, or some people with great power, who are eliminating the influence of the appearance of evil spirits. For Zheng Qing, the results are mixed. The good thing is that in the short term, he does not seem to have to worry about Satugua coming to him.
It's troublesome, but the bad thing is that he seems to have offended that big evil monster even more severely.
Moreover, the methods used by the relevant departments to eliminate the influence of evil spirits also made the young wizard feel sad, and he became increasingly thirsty for more powerful magical power.
This requires him to study harder and harder.
After more than half a year of college life, Zheng Qing already has a vague understanding of his future path as a wizard, as well as a vague but predictable expectation - such as graduating on time and becoming an excellent registered wizard.
Of course, all this is still a bit far away for a student who has just enrolled for half a year. What he can do now is to earn as many credits as possible, and then master the magic knowledge taught by professors.
According to the teaching plan of First University, the first year of college is a process for young wizards to adapt and lay a solid foundation. Most young wizards have received good secondary school magic education before entering university and can control their magical power.
He won't go berserk, and he can skillfully use magic to cast some standard spells or prepare some standard potions that are not difficult.
Some young wizards with relatively high talents may even develop some less practical, but whimsical little spells at this stage before entering college.
But that's not all a college education is.
At First University, in addition to mastering sufficient standard magic spells, potions and other professional knowledge, young wizards must learn to establish a correct world view and view of magic, and learn to touch the essence of magic through spells and divination.
This point has been very clearly felt by everyone since the first spells class in the second week of the first year of college.
The class schedule for the second semester is basically unchanged from the first semester, and even the class schedule is basically the same. The first class on Monday is Professor Yao's Charms.
The only thing that has changed is the elective course on Thursday afternoon. Everyone needs to choose a new one.
Zheng Qing browsed the course selection tree in the Academic Affairs Office for a long time and chose a course called 'Murloc Common Language'. Although he was not a person with great language talent, out of curiosity about other intelligent life, coupled with the
His experience of dealing with fishmen many times before made him finally choose this course.
According to the senior in the Academic Affairs Office who was responsible for adjusting the class schedule at the time, the professor of the 'Universal Language of Fishmen' was a very special old fishman. The reason why I say special is because this old fishman did not have anything like Lin Zhonghu.
It has the same stench as those barbaric guys in there, and it is also a fishman who has lived for a long time and also has a seat at the joint meeting of professors.
Back to business.
As in the previous semester, Professor Yao still liked to smoke his crimson pipe in class. However, I don’t know if he was complained about, but Zheng Qing did not see him puffing away in the classroom these two times.
But none of this affected the professor who casually called Zheng Qing's name in class and asked him to stand up and answer questions.
"What do you think the essence of magic is?" Old Yao chewed his pipe, put his hands on the lecture table, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the young public-funded students in the back row of the classroom - the same as Arcana's list, the public-funded students
The quota is also assessed once a year, so although Zheng Qing's test scores are not satisfactory, he is still a publicly funded student of Jiuyou College.
After hearing Lao Yao's question, Zheng Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.
He felt that topics involving the 'nature of magic' seemed more suitable to be discussed in the 'Philosophy of Magic' class on Wednesday afternoon, rather than in a Charms class.
Of course, he would only dare to murmur this kind of slander in his heart, and would definitely not raise it in front of Lao Yao.
"I remember what you taught last semester. When a high dimension collapses into a low dimension, a large amount of magic power will be released. This is the source of power for us to cast spells."
Zheng Qing considered it carefully and answered slowly word by word: "So, I think the essence of magic is some kind of control over dimensional fluctuations."
On the podium, the professor raised his eyebrows.
"You're not very knowledgeable, but you're very courageous." Old Yao straightened up, took the pipe back into his hand, and commented on Zheng Qing's answer: "If those guys from the Dimension Sect know that you use the word 'control' so carelessly, I'm afraid that
I need to wash the signboard of Jiuyou Academy with spit stars."
Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly and didn't make any excuses - he felt that the old man was causing trouble for him because of the final exam. It would be better if he could be more obedient and not screw him. No matter what, Old Man Yao was
He is the dean of Jiuyou College. If he behaves more conscientiously, no one will laugh at him.
Naturally, Lao Yao didn't know the rich inner activities in Zheng Qing's heart.
He waved his hand and motioned for Zheng Qing to sit down. Then he did not find any new classmates to stand up and answer the previous questions. Instead, he reached out and grabbed a piece of chalk and threw it on the blackboard.
The chalk twisted around and slid across the center of the blackboard, creaking and leaving behind a string of flying characters.
"On the Nature of Spells, and the Charm of Magic."
It was still like a philosophy class. Zheng Qing had his arms resting on the table, his body straight, staring at the traces of chalk on the blackboard, and silently complained in his heart.
Unlike him, Dr. Xiao Da next to him had already spread out his notebook, holding a brush stained with thick ink in his hand, as if he was ready to copy at any time.
After glancing at Xiao Xiao, Zheng Qing's eyes subconsciously turned in another direction. On the other side of the classroom, the Gypsy Witch was lying behind a stack of thick books, sleeping soundly. This made Zheng Qing extremely worried.
I was afraid that Lao Yao would grab the chalk on the desk and throw it down.
Oh, I should have known better to sit with her, the young wizard thought to himself.
But he would only think about this kind of thing. As two wizards and wizards in different small circles, especially Zheng Qing, who is also the person in charge of his own small circle, he needs to sit in the right position at the right time.
This is a consistent tradition in the wizarding world.