This is the main hall of the dormitory castle, where most of the college's ceremonies and banquets, including the opening ceremony, are held. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dome of the hall is dozens of meters high, and the various lighting crystals on the dome of the hall create a real starry sky, and in the center is a huge milky white ball of light, which exudes an elegant and sacred light like a moon god.

There was still more than half an hour before the start of the dinner, and many of the students were already seated in formal robes, especially the first-year freshmen, who were in high spirits when they first arrived, and the long tables of the freshmen were almost full. As for the senior students, they were arriving in groups one after another, lamenting the imminent end of the holiday and lamenting the youth and vitality of the freshmen, while complaining about the school's holiday schedule: classes were coming on the first day of the new year, which really made them struggling with various spell models and thesis reports not interested in celebrating. There are also many people who are evaluating the homework and notes that have not yet been completed, and calculating whether they still have a chance to take a nap before dawn.

The only consolation is probably the dinner menu, which is generally more hearty and delicious than the usual meal.

It's just that it looks like even this only solace has been lost today.

In normal times, at this time, the long tables in the hall are already filled with all kinds of food, and those delicious dishes are prepared by the college elves under the control of various magic kitchen utensils, and are delivered to the table through the mechanical food truck, and the students take them to the table. But today, even the largest number of new growth tables are empty.

Because the elf is in a bad mood right now.

Not long ago, just as she was about to start cooking dinner food, she heard the trickster's call for a new student and went to the library, where she found the damaged manuscript. The edges of the notch in the manuscript are neat, presumably cut by some sharp blade, and the cut surface of the wespberry does not show any aging and discoloration, which is clearly a recent occurrence.

You know, manuscripts or manuscripts like "The Fall of Lorenada" are extremely precious, they are all protected by special professors, and there are also magical enchantments in various areas of the library that are controlled and maintained by the house elves, and as a result, the book was destroyed right under her nose!

The point is, she didn't even know about it, and if it wasn't for Mo Lin's coincidental checking, she wouldn't know when she would find out.

"Damn! Damn!! I'm an elf born with this academy, an omniscient academy el!!f! At this time, she was randomly controlling some frying pans and jumping around the kitchen, and from time to time she would slap a shovel twice, as if she thought it would be enough to cope with the errand, while most of her energy was frantically examining the various magical enchantments in the academy, causing the stars that symbolized rules and enchantments in the sky dome of the main hall to flicker one after another.

So far, she's repaired two poorly flowing magic passages by the lake, found three pairs of rusty armor in the castle at the foot of the mountain, and found a nest of unchased bucktooth hares and a bubble snake sleeping underground.

It's just that there are really no suspicious loopholes in the books and libraries, and she throws pots and pans to the ground, controlling the new mechanical bird to run to the middle of nowhere, flapping its wings.

Fortunately, it is not the first time that she has gone on two strikes, and the teachers who attended the dinner party saw that the situation was not right, and began to organize senior students to go to the kitchen to cook food, magic food cooking is an elective course in the school of nature and life, because it is very practical in life and adventure, many students will learn one or two cooking magic magic or collect a few corresponding magic cards, and can also make a few decent dishes based on this, but it is unknown how it tastes. Of course, there are a few students who are really proficient in cooking, and they are cooking seriously in the crowd, but they are also sweating profusely, and from time to time they use a cleaning magic on themselves.

After all, cooking for more than 1,000 people is a completely different job.

Originally, there were many enthusiastic students in the kitchen who wanted to help, but when a chubby third-year girl from the Department of Mechanics and Manufacturing used some magic to burn a whole box of potatoes to black ash and release a pungent burnt smell, and then was embarrassed by Professor Wang Del out of the kitchen, all the junior students were kicked out in a gray way - according to them, Wang Del had to use three different cleaning magic to get rid of the mushy smell that permeated the kitchen hall, and was furious.

The grumpy gray-bearded old man, now the freshmen call him this behind their backs, and the senior students are used to calling him an old profiteer who sells wands, and they have the impression that although Professor Wang Del's temper was not good in the past few years, he is not so irritable, and he does not know what he has been stimulated this semester, and he loses his temper with his students at every turn during class.

If Wang Del had known the questions of the senior students, he would probably have been so angry that he would have punished them all to work in his workshop, and until now, when he slept at night, he would dream that his wand was broken one by one in Merlin's hand, making a crunching sound, and then waking up in a cold sweat and pain. To make matters worse, he still hasn't been able to figure out why those wands broke, which makes him extremely irritable, and he wants to tie Morin to the research room and use the magic light splitter to disassemble them piece by piece and cut them into slices for inspection.

It is definitely impossible for Wang Del to believe that there is a problem with the wand he made, and the problem must be with that little ghost!

And Morin, who is the culprit, is sitting in a corner of the new growth table with a few companions at the moment, and he also looks not very interested. Beside him was a lilac mosaic bag containing the manuscript of The Fall of Lorenda—and with some hope and fear of being damaged again, Merlin requested special borrowing privileges from the House Elves.

"I finally found a useful clue, and it was broken like this, and I wonder if the eyes without pupils mentioned in the Roman's notes are the same as the mark I saw......," Merlin sighed under his breath, and he had changed into a black freshman robe by this time.

Barron drank a large glass of green fruit wine and said in a rough voice, "The last page of the crucial manuscript was deliberately destroyed, it must be—"

"Shhh......h That page of manuscript was deliberately destroyed, and there must be someone who doesn't want us to continue to track it down......" As he spoke, the noble young man of the Gesuk Empire cautiously looked around a few times, and saw that there was no special person in the hall observing him, so he continued: "Maybe it's someone from the academy, otherwise how could he hide the magic enchantment of the academy elves." ”

Little Black was not interested in listening to the conversation of several people, it was hiding under the long table, using its long, flaming arm to secretly roll a goblet in front of it, and then grinning its dark red mouth, tasting it curiously. But the low fruit wine was too irritating for it, and its small green eyes were choked to the bone, and then a small puff of orange-red flames erupted.

As if it felt that the fire it spat out was too conspicuous, it dropped its goblet and hid back in Morin's sleeve.

Aeno on the side lightly caught Xiao Hei's discarded goblet, didn't spill a drop, put it back on the table, hesitated and whispered, "It would be nice if the academy elf told us a few days earlier, you say...... Could it be that she deliberately waited so long to tell us......"

"No," Tilna shook her head, now she was wearing a dark green gown, silver gloves woven with metal threads, and a blue pattern unique to the Vess spirits, "If the House Elf didn't want us to know, she wouldn't have told us in the first place, and no matter how knowledgeable she is, she will always be a seven or eight-year-old child in temperament." In all my years at school, I had only seen her occasional prank at most, and I had never heard anything bad. ”

"Then ......," Merlin thought for a moment, then said, "How do you avoid the elf's magical barrier?" ”

"Although Iluvita has been living in Iluvita for four years, I have very little access to magical enchantments due to the slow progress of magic, so maybe you can go to Mike Caviezer and ask the red-haired senior who brought you to the academy, isn't he still a deacon of the League of Troublemakers. Tilna gave her advice.

Morin nodded, craned his neck and looked, and didn't see the dazzling red hair in the most conspicuous places, so he knew that Senior Mike was not here, so he didn't continue the topic.

At this time, some dishes were finally delivered by the mechanical food truck, and many hungry students couldn't help but start to eat happily, and the smarter or more rational ones would first quietly observe the expressions of the freshmen whose mouths were stuffed with food, so as to judge the edibility of the dishes, and the students who were careless and filled with their own plates could only eat hard, after all, whether it was a nobleman or a commoner, it was the most basic etiquette habit to eat the food on their plates during a banquet.

As for the dishes placed on the teacher's seat, you don't have to think about it to know that they are made by a handful of cooking masters, and the students who know the inside story do not dare to protest in front of the power, so they can only go to say hello and hold the plate by the way, and then give the teachers awkward New Year's greetings, and then cheekily clip a few crispy chicken thighs.

Although the food did not meet expectations, at least for the senior students, all kinds of alcoholic drinks were free to drink, and those sweet wines made with magic would be easily put down even if you were a high-level warrior, so the atmosphere in the hall gradually became cheerful:

A group of fourth-grade students of the Mechanics and Manufacturing School had already pulled out strange mechanical instruments to play aside, several students of the forest elf race seemed to think it was too ugly, and it seemed that they were collecting utensils and preparing to smash the field, a large Kadir from the Eternal Winter Icefield like Barron rolled up his sleeves and tested his strength with people, only to be easily put down by a senior goblin sister, and after a pinch of magic liqueur, he never got up again, and the vacant seat of the headmaster Fielding was somehow placed a fat snowman, and the snowman was also figuratively wearing a huge gray pointed hatFrom time to time, one or two fireballs flew near the dome and exploded like fireworks, and the teachers present were actually chatting with each other on their seats with happy faces, not caring at all about this obviously forbidden behavior.

Of course, Professor Anna Koo did not attend the dinner, and Maureen was sure that this was the main reason why a snowball had just flown out of nowhere and smashed into his collar. Most of the junior students (third grade and below) are still quite conscious not to touch the high-level drinks, after all, those older students who are crazy and start to undress are good warnings, but Marcus seems not to be among them, probably because Old Pat's special drink has left him so impressed that he can't help but want to try it every time he sees a new drink, for example, he looks at those cold magic strawberry liqueurs with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, which makes Merlin can't help but think that this noble boy of Gessock may have the potential to become an alcoholic。

As it approached midnight, someone summoned a floating magic dance floor in the air of the hall, and the black-faced elven seniors took the lead in occupying the dance floor, trying to play a soothing and elegant piece of music on elegant meath instruments, but they were soon disrupted by the cheerful rhythm of the others, and in a fit of anger, they each drank a glass of magic liqueur, and then shook their hair and danced happily on the dance floor.

"By the way, when the New Year's bell rings, remember to cover your ears!" said Tierna, exclaiming.

"-What--what?" Morin asked aloud, the music and celebrations around him were so loud that he couldn't hear them even though the Visdemonic Spirit raised his voice.

"When the bell rings, remember—"

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Tilna couldn't finish her sentence, and the New Year's bell rang.

This was the first time Morin had heard the bell of the Illuvita Academy, indescribable, full of magic, it seemed to come from the distant Snow Peak Tower and seemed to be close to the ear, it was ethereal and heavy, resounding throughout the Academy, and every ancient building, every joyful life, every light wave, every free cloud, seemed to follow the bells to fluctuate and ring.

Everyone is part of the bell and celebrates the arrival of the new year.

Until the twelve rings passed, everyone covered their ears:

The second-year students and above covered their ears, the teachers in the teacher's seat also covered their ears, the dancers covered each other's ears, the players put down their instruments and plugged their ears, the drunk seniors turned over and covered their ears, and those who did not attend the dinner, those who celebrated in all corners of the academy, those who arranged potions in the alchemy tower, those who slept in the dormitory, and those who studied hard in the library, all covered their ears in unison.

Alice subconsciously covered her ears, and Tilna covered her ears gracefully, but most of the freshmen, including Morin, did not.

Then they enjoyed the New Year's greetings that they would never forget, never forget, and never forget:

"New #¥% year's #night ~ #我们#相%¥ gather in *#此......"

The New Year's greetings were a popular ballad in Toddell, but Maureen swore that it was the worst version he had ever heard, and that if he could still move, he would have gagged his ears tightly.

In fact, all the freshmen who did not cover their ears immediately froze on their seats as petrified the moment the song sounded, and no one could move, without exception. Although the singer's voice is vicissitudes, at least it is quite strong, and the attitude is quite serious, but this tune can only be said to run out of tune too incredible, every beat is unspeakably uncomfortable, and every tune makes people tremble unexpectedly, but just like the previous bell, this song can resonate with the entire college, and even students from different races and regions still sound with different accents, and people with poor resistance will even involuntarily let go of their hands covering their ears, and the students who hear it only feel that they are singing along with this tune, and jointly perform this nightmarish New Year's song。

After singing the song, even the three of Syattwisberg (the three dragons) were pale and dumbfounded, which showed the great power of it.

"Ahem......" The vicissitudes of life cleared his throat and said, "As a principal, although I am entangled in mundane affairs, it is difficult for me to attend your banquet ceremony, but at the beginning of the new year, I can sing New Year's songs for you, such a pleasant song, it can be regarded as fulfilling my duty as a principal......

“…… In any case, the year of maple red has entered history, and the year of the stars has opened its chapter, little ones, keep working hard, keep faith, and stay lucky. Happy New Year!"

Headmaster Fielding finished his speech and announced the end of the dinner. The senior classmates applauded enthusiastically, got up one after another, packed up their clothes, pulled a handful of their groggy companions, and staggered back to sleep.

Of course, who would want to miss the look on the face of a new student, this is a grand scene that can only be seen once a year:

They walked up to the freshmen who were still in a daze, patted their wooden chicken-like heads, pinched their stiff cheeks, and said with a look of satisfaction and sympathy: "Don't blame us for not reminding you in advance, it's just that I haven't heard the New Year's greetings sung by the great principal of our Illuvita School of Magic, the singer Fielding, who is embarrassed to say that he is a student of Illuvita?"

"So, congratulations, officially becoming a member of Iluvita, Happy New Year!"