How could a mediocre curse spirit cause such a big battle?

Fushiguro Megumi's expression was solemn.

Without thinking, he pinched his hands together to make a 'dog head'.

After thinking for a moment, he decisively changed his gesture.

However, this was only a momentary thought.

The next second, he gave up his plan to fight without hesitation, grabbed the Japanese knotweed Hisahito and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Hisuhito Polygonum cuspidatum was extremely puzzled.

"Stop talking nonsense, you summoned a special magic spirit, why are you asking me for it?" Fushiguro Megumi said solemnly: "This level of disaster is beyond our ability to deal with, so hurry up! Otherwise, it will be too late!"

"Huh?" Hisuhito the Japanese knotweed tilted his head.

That door was under a spell of its own, so why did it become a 'disaster'?

However, after carefully feeling the strong magic power emerging from the door, he swallowed his saliva, followed his heart decisively, and let Fushiguro Megumi pull him to escape far away.

Before he could take two steps, Hishito Knotweed suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Wait!"

Using brute force, his feet were like taking root, leaving a black mark on the ground.

"Wait a minute, what will the nearby residents do if we leave?"

Brother, now do you remember that there are ordinary people nearby?

Fushiguro Megumi felt as if ten thousand horses were galloping past.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru appeared like a ghost.

Seeing Fushiguro Megumi and Kozune Hisuhito, he was slightly startled and pointed not far away, "Don't tell me, it was you two who did it."

"It's hard for me to explain this to you." Fushiguro Megumi said hurriedly, "Anyway, Teacher Gojo, I leave this to you."

However, just as he was speaking, the strange door that was worthy of a super-level curse suddenly turned pale.

Then, as if he had never appeared in this world, he disappeared without a trace.

Megumi Fushiguro:......

Gojo Satoru:???

Knotweed Hisahito:!

Three of you, look at me and I look at you.

Finally, Gojo Satoru scratched his hair helplessly, "Now, can anyone tell me what that thing is?"

…

…

On the outskirts of Tokyo, College of Magic.

Principal room.

The light was very dim, and candles were lit around for lighting. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell the unique pungent smell of burning wax.

Hisuhito the Japanese knotweed and Megumi Fushiguro are sitting on their knees.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, put his hands in his pockets and leaned casually against a beam, as if watching a play, with a disdainful expression on his face that was unique to a fun-loving person.

"Fushiguro-san." Principal Noctua Masamichi said in a deep voice while poking at the felt.

Fushiguro Megumi lowered his head and said, "Mr. Principal, I'm here."

"Although you are only a freshman, you have a good reputation and a calm temperament. I have always trusted your ability." Noctua Zhengdao still didn't raise his head, "But today's matter..."

The square-looking bearded man said in a long tone, "I did a little bad."

Fushiguro Megumi has a hard time that he cannot express.

Level 4 curse spirit.

An existence that can be killed easily.

If he hadn't wanted to teach Hishito the knotweed and hone his practical skills, he would have unleashed his dogs to bite him.

Who would have thought that this idiot's 'random spell' could summon such a tricky thing?

Taking a deep breath, Fushiguro Megumi admitted her mistake obediently, "I will take good care of Koujue-san in the future and this situation will never happen again."

Noctua raised his head and grinned, "Can you guarantee it?"

Fushiguro Megumi was speechless.

ensure?

Guaranteed shit!

Unless Hisuhito no longer uses spells in the future.

But, is it possible?

To be fair.

If he was the one who summoned the suspected super-level curse spirit today, the joy of having the trump card would probably outweigh the uneasiness in his heart.

He secretly glanced at the expression of Hirohito Knotweed.

really.

As expected, this fool showed no signs of introspection.

Noctua turned his head and looked at Knotweed Yuren.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Tell me about your spell."

Hiroyuki Kizumi blinked his eyes, "My spell? Oh, you're talking about the 'Spell Technique'... This ability was specially taught to me by my good friend who was afraid that I would die, so he clapped his hands together,

You can use the spell."

He gestured and put his palms together.

Little did they know that such a simple action caused Noctua to go on the right track and Fushiguro Megumi's expression suddenly changed.

On the other hand, Gojo Satoru was full of expectations, as if he was looking forward to the results of this spell.

Hishito Kizumi is just innocent and not a fool. Of course he won't act like a monster in the principal's office.

He did not mobilize the magic power, but simply demonstrated, "I'm not sure what will happen after 'opening the door'."

As he spoke, he scratched his head, "Before, I summoned some random things, such as carp, smoke, Rubik's Cube, etc. Who would have thought that I summoned such a big guy just now? To be honest, I was a little scared.

"

Are you scared?

I was almost scared to death.

What does the appearance of a special spell spirit mean?

It means disaster! It means death!

Noctua Zhengdao also wants to say something.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru interjected: "Mr. Principal, it is so strange to be given a magic spell by someone acquired, isn't it?"

Noctua looked straight at the other party.

Gojo Satoru continued: "Originally, I wanted to have a clear conclusion before reporting this matter to you alone, but now that this situation has arisen, I can't hide it even if I want to..."

Noctua understood the truth and let Heruhito and Fushiguro Megumi go out first.

Both of them were granted amnesty.

After bowing, he quickly left this depressing room filled with dolls.

After Gojo Satoru and Noctua were left alone, Gojo Satoru said: "Actually, during the process of searching for Su Nuo's severed finger, the accident I was talking about was not a curse spirit, but a mysterious curse master.

"

Noctua suddenly realized, "So, the reason why you failed to recover your severed finger is because of this conjurer?"

After a pause, he said with great confusion, "Who on earth can escape death in your hands?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Principal, it's not that you escaped at my hands, but that I lost." Gojo Satoru shrugged.

If you lose, you lose.

Although I didn't take it too seriously that night.

But the other party didn't take any serious action.

and……

His intuition told him that the spellcaster named Qiao Qiao must have a talent comparable to or surpassing the "Six Eyes".

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Lost!" Noctua did not hold back, and the felt on his hand was deformed due to too much force.

Gojo Satoru nodded, "Yes, I lost."

He said in an indifferent tone, "Not everyone can convince me to admit defeat. I suspect that guy is the strongest spellcaster in the world."

Noctua Zhengdao was speechless.

He understands Gojo Satoru.

Because he once served as Gojo Satoru's class teacher, and almost watched the person in front of him grow up.
To be continued...