As the magic lock is adjusted, the light gradually becomes brighter, and a new day begins at Hedler Academy of Magic.
As soon as Downey heard the crisp sound of the "human bone wall clock", he didn't dare to sleep and couldn't sleep. He immediately jumped up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. He shouted loudly: "Sammy, Carl, get up quickly! There's something wrong today!"
I was late for Mr. Felipe’s open class, but I couldn’t even get in!”
The so-called open classes are naturally open to all apprentices, as long as you can grab a seat in the lecture hall.
It's not that Downey didn't want to take advantage of being woken up in the middle of the night and go directly to the teaching tower where the lecture hall is located to wait, but he clearly knew that during the time after the early morning when the "human bone wall clock" in the teaching tower rang, except for a small number of possessors
Except for high-level instructors with limited authority, no one can get close to the three magic towers at the core of the college: one is the teaching tower, the other is the experimental tower, and the third is the academic tower.
Based on his interactions with previous seniors in the past few days, Downey had heard many stories about mages who broke into three magic towers at night and turned into zombie guards.
"So, it was just a nightmare that we walked through the entire academy without causing any movement..." Danny thought silently.
Karl, who had fallen asleep unknowingly, sat up in a daze, with an unusually confused expression. After cutting his hair, his gem-like eyes regained their brilliance. Then, he jumped out of bed and knocked on the metal on the head of Sammy's bed.
railing, urging him to get up.
Sami rubbed his head and yawned as if he didn't remember what happened yesterday. Suddenly, he was startled, patted the wilting ghost behind his back, and said slightly nervously: "Karl, don't forget to pass on the message.
go out."
"Don't worry, my memory has always been very good." Carl said with a fist, a toothbrush in his mouth, and white foam covering the corners of his mouth.
After Donnie washed up, he picked up the notebook he carried with him and flipped through it. Then he patted his head as if he had a sudden realization: "Jones, let's go together."
"You finally remember me." Fatty Jones' expression was quite touched. "Sure enough, it will only work if I record it in my notebook."
"Of course." Karl stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting his shirt. He grinned dissatisfiedly. But no matter what weird expressions he made, he could not get rid of the feeling of "beautiful and charming". "My father once said
, below the high level. No matter how good the memory is, it cannot compare to 'recording'."
He put on his magic robe and walked directly outside the dormitory. As he opened the door, he warned: "Remember to line up for me."
"No problem." Donnie also put on his magic robe.
After watching Karl leave, the dormitory suddenly fell into unspeakable silence. Whether it was Donnie, Sammy and Jones, they were all frightened by the nightmare last night. If it weren't for the shocking background revealed by Karl, they would not be able to even have the most basic peace.
Done.
"Let's go. If you're late, you won't be able to hear Mr. Felipe's speech." Finally, Downey spoke up to break the strange silence.
"Okay." Sammy said with puffy eyes.
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"There are so many people so early?" As soon as he entered the lobby on the first floor of the teaching tower, Downey was shocked by the heat wave and the noisy sound. There was still a full hour and a half before the open class started, and there were actually two to three hundred people there.
People are queuing up here!
Looking at the crowd of heads in front of him, Sami shook his head and said with a hint of surprise: "We got up as soon as the 'Human Bone Wall Clock' rang. How come they were earlier than us?"
"Maybe they didn't brush their teeth or wash their faces. Maybe they finished all this before the 'Human Bone Wall Clock' rang. As soon as they heard the bell, they rushed here directly." As a secret reporter, Jones is also well-informed.
Experience.
Sammy looked at it strangely: "Who are you?"
The shocked Jones was numb and shrugged: "I'm yours..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Sami turning his head indifferently and chatting with the ghost behind him, without caring about who he was! In other words, he felt that this question was not important.
"Fortunately, we are not bad either." Downey, who noticed Jones' "sadness and indignation", interjected, "The lecture hall can accommodate 500 people, and we can definitely get in from our current location."
"Yes." Jones said happily, this was the price of nightmare!
After about half an hour, queues formed in circles outside the lecture hall, and there was no room left. The late apprentices and magicians could only look at the crowd inside with annoyance, thinking longingly.
leave.
At this time, Karl walked in from the outside, obviously startled by the huge crowd of people in front of him. Then he was agile and brisk, swimming through the gaps in the team like a small fish, and quickly approached Downey and others.
When the apprentices behind Donnie saw Carl trying to jump in line, they all raised their eyebrows angrily, but just as they were about to reprimand, they saw Carl raise his head and smile: "Sorry, my friend helped me queue up."
This smile was a little apologetic and ashamed, but also a little pitiful and gentle. Immediately, the eyes of the apprentices widened and they said inarticulately: "No, it doesn't matter."
Karl then turned around and lowered his voice to Downey, Sammy and Jones: "I have already passed on the news. We will be able to get professional analysis and suggestions at the earliest this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest."
"Thank you, Carl." Downey said sincerely.
The four of them said nothing, each immersed in their own thoughts, until the door of the lecture hall opened and the crowd in front began to flow in order.
Because they arrived not too late, Carl, Downey and others were located in the center of the hall and could clearly see the podium in front of them. Outside the door, many magic apprentices and mages who had no seats were standing there, trying to listen.
At this time, the small door on the other side opened with a creak, and a tall, thin man wearing a long black trench coat with his hands in his pockets walked in. He coughed twice, with a sick look on his face and an extremely indifferent expression.
"Mr. Felipe is exactly as the newspaper described him," Downey said in a low voice.
Felipe doesn't like to be exposed to the public, so he rarely accepts TV news interviews and TV program invitations, preferring to choose newspapers or radio stations.
Karl laughed softly: "I wonder if his arcane level is the same as what the newspaper described..."
"You don't know?" Downey asked strangely. With his background, such a well-known magician who is expected to be legendary should be the focus of attention. Hey, why does Mr. Felipe only wear the Arcane Review Committee?
The Commissioner's Badge and the Badge of the "Pale Hand", instead of wearing arcane and magical badges like a normal magician?
Karl shook his head: "I don't have that good level of arcane magic to judge his papers and research results, and my brothers don't like to discuss his affairs. However, to be able to get so many honors, he must be very powerful."
Felipe looked around at the apprentices and magicians below on the podium. Wherever he glanced, there was immediate silence. Then, he said in that gloomy and special voice: "I am Felipe, you can call me sir."
, you can also call me mentor. Today I am here to show you the latest and most cutting-edge theories and results in the field of genetic factors. You don’t have to understand it, but you must know it, otherwise you will just be like a corpse in a coffin.
It rots day by day and cannot produce any valuable results..."
Downey listened intently, but he was keenly aware that Mr. Felipe's gaze seemed to have paused on his side before. Of course, the pause was so subtle that Downey thought it was an illusion.
"Mr. Felipe is completely different from other tutors. Other tutors always want to share the latest knowledge with us, but he..." Sami let the ghost behind him massage his forehead, trying to keep himself awake.
Jones also nodded: "Yes, he is very sharp and direct, and does not consider our feelings at all..."
As Felipe's lecture progressed, everyone began to be immersed in the magical field of genetics, including chromosomes, genetic models based on the analysis of alchemical reaction results, as well as conjectures on how to inherit and various experiments.
Although the apprentices and magicians present could not understand most of the content, because it involved the secrets of life, they felt that this field was magical, colorful and high-end, and they were attracted to it.
"That's it for my speech. What questions do you have?" Unconsciously, the time was approaching noon, and Felipe put his right hand into his pocket again.
The apprentices and mages had just come to their senses, and before they could raise their hands, they heard a magnetic male voice: "I have a problem!"
Donnie looked sideways at Karl and saw that he had his right hand raised high, and the notebook in front of him was filled with words.
Felipe nodded gently and said calmly: "What's the problem?"
Karl stood up slightly excitedly, bowed slightly and said: "Hello, Mr. Felipe, I am Blaise. I would like to ask you, what do you think of the current genetic model? I personally don't know much...
"
Downey pinched his forehead helplessly, turned his eyes forward, and pretended that he didn't know Carl. According to his experience, Carl would definitely be verbose.
But at this time, Felipe did not wait for Karl to finish and answered directly: "Obviously, our rich characteristics and the splendid color of the entire world cannot be described by this simple model and cannot be inherited."
Everyone gasped. Is Mr. Felipe directly expressing his attitude and dissatisfaction with the existing genetic model?
Karl didn't say anything. He seemed very uncomfortable, so he asked again: "Well, Mr. Felipe, do you think genetic manipulation can change the appearance? Is it possible..."
Felipe interrupted him again: "There is no problem at all. In fact, the bloodline research of the ancient magic empire belongs to this field, but they have no theoretical guidance and can only rely on a large number of human experiments to accumulate materials and refine the rules."
Karl's expression was slightly distorted, as if he was holding his breath: "I have another question..."
"Please give the opportunity to others, you have already asked two questions." Felipe said unceremoniously.
Karl had no choice but to sit down depressedly, his mouth moving constantly, as if he was saying something silently.
Witnessing such a scene, Downey couldn't help but smile. Normally, he couldn't stop Carl from rambling on and on. It was rare to see him like this.
At the same time, he also raised his hand, waiting for questions.
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After the open class, Felipe sat alone in a secret room in the Academic Affairs Tower. The "artificial intelligence" in front of him was playing all the scenes recorded by the lock in the past three days - after the development of "artificial intelligence" and alchemical storage materials
, the recording function of My Lock has been greatly improved.
In the slightly dim picture, the entire academy was in order, but at night, the surroundings were quiet and there was nothing unusual. Felipe was holding a red wine glass, leaning on the back of his chair, looking at these things intently, not missing any detail.
, but after half a day, he still couldn't find anything that needed attention.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door.
"What's the matter?" Felipe asked simply and concisely.
"Mr. Felipe, someone has brought you a note." The waiter's voice sounded.
Felipe said "hmm", the door opened, and the waiter came in and handed him an ordinary note.
"Donny?" Felipe unfolded the note, saw the more familiar handwriting, and whispered the words above.
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"Tower of Life", in dormitory 202.
"Huh, there's no danger. My brother told us not to worry and not to worry about this matter." Karl jogged in from outside, happily holding up the note in his hand. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature for better updates of the novel.
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