At first they used the newly spread French in a polite manner.
After a long explanation of the current situation that was well known to everyone present.
The argument they discussed finally changed from the lack of a successor to why the young wizard was no longer interested in traditional magic.
There was another lengthy rant about the various complaints of his students.
Finally, I don’t know who suggested why not compare what kind of environment the little wizard is facing now compared to before.
Only those present finally realized.
The impact of the new ideas and new culture of the reformists was huge.
Not to mention anything else, even as elders, they have been under the rule of French Aurors for decades.
They all habitually use French instead of their lingua franca.
Realizing this, the scene suddenly fell silent.
Then, they began to express how to stimulate the students in common language.
In order to quickly improve students' level.
They passed a resolution without hesitation.
That is the age to let go of those dangerous magic practices.
In other words, magic in upper grades can be learned in lower grades.
But this would be unfair to senior students.
They discussed how to teach senior students.
Alchemy... In addition to some special dark magic items, the level of alchemy at the French Ministry of Magic under the care of Nico Flamel beat Ugardou.
Astronomy... In this age where many talents are born, the celestial phenomena are changing almost every moment. To the extent that it does not touch the power of fate, it is actually still a pawn in the hands of the boss.
Transfiguration and its advanced magic...
Speaking of this, they no longer feel sleepy.
The elders present all came from different tribes from all over the world.
Each tribe has its own unique totems.
Maybe they are the same animals after transformation.
However, the magic pattern represented by the totem is unique.
For example, they are all tigers.
Some tribes have strengthened their bodies. In human form, every time they swing a fist, the tattoos near the moving muscles will activate floodlight, eventually forming a tiger-shaped fist seal to cause powerful damage.
Some tribes have strengthened their sight, or to be precise, their soul strength. It is commonly said that when a tiger stares, the enemy bows down and bows.
No one present had any idea of self-preservation.
Just kidding, if you echo the totem and gain inheritance, then you must agree with or even believe in this tribal culture.
If in the past, students didn't study seriously, they wouldn't practice hard.
Even for senior students, the elders will not force them to study.
It's one thing if both parties are too lazy to move.
If those outstanding little wizards were anything to go by, they could easily bring new power to the tribe.
Those little wizards with average talents and inability to endure hardship simply put pressure on the tribe to survive.
In short, on previous graduation days, all the elders were pushing and shoving various little wizards who didn't want any extra.
But now, those little wizards who don't want to endure hardship have gone to join the reformists.
It's hard to describe high-level magic, it's just simple.
As long as you practice for a long time, your pronunciation will be clear and your technique will be correct.
They can easily do things that they can do or even cannot do after practicing for a long time.
Naturally, these people will not be put into the tribe.
When they graduated, they all threw themselves into the burning bonfire and never appeared again.
Don't get me wrong, they are not committing suicide, this is the floo network modified by magic.
Because of the unbreakable oath, the teachers and students at Ugadu still don’t know.
Those graduates were put on the front lines of the war as material transporters or cannon fodder victims...
So much nonsense.
This is the current situation these elders are facing now.
In the past, upon graduation, everyone was assigned dozens of mouths waiting for food.
But now, each person can only bring one or two persevering and promising little wizards back to the tribe.
Because of a policy, when you graduate, if you are not satisfied with your traditional magic practice.
You can join the reformist's crash course. It only takes one year to learn a lot of "powerful" magic...
...
Maybe it was the lack of fresh blood that made everyone anxious. Everyone present behaved in an inelegant manner and spoke their own tribe's dialect.
In a tribe, many people actually hold magic wands and have the ability to cast spells.
But they don't have magic wands.
This makes the entire tribe look like a gathering place for squibs.
Let’s not talk about these strange cultures.
They have little to do with the protagonist's adventure.
The bald elder man closest to the bonfire allowed the people around him to make noise.
He was used to such inefficient and chaotic meetings.
After a long quarrel.
Everyone seemed a little tired.
At some point, the quarrels subsided significantly for a moment.
Just this fleeting moment.
The dull voice of the bald man sounded again.
Different from the calm tone at the beginning.
This time his tone was full of struggle and solemnity.
"I'm going to visit the Holy Land..."
It's like being struck by a blessing.
The scene was deathly silent.
Finally, a middle-aged woman who looked much more stable said in a rough voice.
"Barcelona, you know. The totem in the Holy Land has abandoned us! We have to settle for the weaker Turing now."
...
No one spoke up to agree, this is a heavy topic.
There were all high-ranking people present, and through word of mouth, they were told that the tribal totem could release magic to the entire tribe.
And those magics are several levels stronger than they are now.
However, I don’t know when.
Their faith collectively abandoned them.
No longer answers their prayers, no longer guides and baptizes the seedlings.
At a time when the era is almost over.
Finally they made the decision to burn the boat.
Abandon the totem they swore allegiance to.
"Barcelona... I occasionally fantasize about it contacting us again. I have even made a trip to the Holy Land."
"However, so far, I have not made contact with it in the dream. As for the Holy Land, I don't know why they refused to let me enter it. Maybe I don't believe in one of them, so I lost the qualification to enter the Holy Land.
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The non-reflective bald man called Barcelona said in a muffled voice.
"No...it's still possible to enter the Holy Land."
"Perhaps the totems have never abandoned us, they are just changes encountered in the holy land."
Hearing this, someone present asked loudly and impatiently.
"Basa! Why are you talking such nonsense! They abandoned us and plunged our tribe into an existential crisis! Do you forgive them for causing a large number of people to lose the ability to cast spells and find it difficult to maintain food and clothing?"
Barcelona was unmoved. Under the gaze of everyone, he was neither angry nor ashamed.
He is like a warrior who decides to do something, and no one can shake his determination.
"There is a basis for what I say."
"When those Aurors were chatting, I happened to be sitting not far from them."
"I heard them say that some time ago, there was a group of adventurous teams riding broomsticks in search of wealth near the Devil's Rift Valley."
"I mistakenly entered a ruins."
"Listening to their descriptions, I feel like this is the holy place where we have been waiting so hard for a response."
After all, someone present understood what Barcelona meant.
After some whispered exchanges, everyone present understood.
The Holy Land must have suffered a fatal blow.
After the ravages of time, the space at the junction with the present world has become unstable.
In other words, there are no intelligent beings in the Holy Land to maintain the gate, and their totems have not abandoned them, because they are already dead when they do not respond...
"If we can find the cultivation method of totems in the holy land, we can gain abilities without relying on them!"
It can also attract little wizards to join us.
No one refuted the remarks of this rebellious man, and no one echoed them...