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At the same time that Arthur was helping the old man Purple Light three times, a young magic instructor was in the classroom of McGregory School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This young man was only seventeen years old, and he was still a minor, but because of his profound knowledge, solid magical literacy, and strong magical ability, he was able to teach as a tutor.

The young man's name was Phil Hawkins, and he was the chief disciple of the head of the McGray School of Magic and Wizardry, and the only assistant to the dean. Like most mages, he wears loose mage robes and a wide-brimmed mage hat, and his long, pure blue hair resembles a puddle of water, and his handsome face has blue eyes that resemble a pair of sapphires soaked in the water. Outwardly and temperamentally, Hawkins resembles a beautiful and calm lake elf, but those who know him well know that this young man who makes many female students scream has a core like a flame.

After assigning his homework, Hawkins announced the end of class, and after answering the questions asked to the students one by one, he picked up his book and prepared to leave the classroom. A man sitting in the last row stood up, followed Hawkins out of the classroom, and stopped him in the hallway.

Hawkins turned to look and saw a tall, burly man standing across from him. From the outfit, Hawkins can tell that the man belongs to the upper class, and his short red hair and sharp red eyes make Hawkins reminisce. After looking at the saber at the man's waist, Hawkins confirmed his association, and a good-looking face instantly turned cold.

"You don't seem to remember me. Lester Müller smiled politely and held out his hand, "We met at Princess Triana's birthday party, when you were only as tall as a table, but I distinctly remember the proud look on the face on his face when Dean Kneev introduced you, a once-in-a-century magical genius, and if I'm not mistaken, he called you, Mr. Hawkins." ”

Hawkins stiffly lowered his eyes to see the outstretched hand.

Those who are familiar with Hawkins know that this rare magic genius in a hundred years has a slight cleanliness habit and does not like to be touched by strangers, especially a guy like the one in front of him who pretends to be familiar but is actually strange.

But in the past year or two, Hawkins's temper has improved a lot because of the beginning of teaching, and he reached out with extreme reluctance, shallowly held the man's hand, and immediately withdrew it after a brief shake.

"Non-students who want to audit my class need to make an appointment. Hawkins said in his usual cold tone, "But it seems that His Royal Highness the Prince is not bound by this rule. ”

The red-haired man smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I'm glad Mr. Hawkins remembers me, in fact, I tried to make an appointment, but Mr. Hawkins is so popular, especially those female students, and I see Mr. Hawkins' heart is very urgent." ”

"What can I do for His Royal Highness?" said this, and Hawkins' expression didn't seem to want to serve at all, but it didn't make Lester Mueller angry.

"I heard that Briano invited you to the Holy Capital a month ago. Lester Muller maintained his usual domineering smile, and subconsciously raised his chin as he spoke, "I want to tell Sir, I have been paying attention to you, I sincerely invite you to come to the Holy Capital, I can sponsor Sir, to build a branch of McGregory in the Holy Capital, or, named after Sir, the Magic Academy exclusive to you, obviously you have this strength and qualifications, I have always thought that it is ridiculous that Lufia only has one magic academy, what does Sir?"

Hawkins felt as uncomfortable as if his right hand had touched dirt, and all he wanted was to wash his hands as soon as possible. So he omitted the politeness and told Letus Mueller directly: "I have been busy with the examination week before, so I forgot to reply to His Highness Briano, and now I will reply to you together, I will not go to the Holy Capital, I am a scholar, and I am only a scholar, I will not participate in the battle between the two of you brothers, I only want to study magic, I just want to master as much knowledge as possible in my limited life, explore the unknown, thank you for the invitation of the two Highnesses, but I will die in McGray." ”

Hawkins didn't even give Lester a chance to continue, just nodded lightly and walked away briskly. This is something that no one would dare to do to Lester Mueller, known as the god of war, but Phil Hawkins did it without hesitation.

Prince Leicester watched Hawkins' back as he walked away quickly, and the polite smile he had briefly maintained disappeared for a moment.

On his way back to his office, Hawkins saw his mentor, Dean Saginko Kneniv, talking to the vice dean. Hawkins waited for their conversation to be over and stepped forward to report to him that the Prince of Leicester had invited him.

The old dean's face was almost covered with loose white hair and fluffy white beard, but his wise eyes shone like stars in the night sky, and his kind smile was like a summer and autumn breeze, making people feel comfortable and warm.

The old dean looked at his most proud disciple and whispered, "If you can refuse Prince Briano at the beginning, maybe Prince Leicester will not come to you personally." ”

"But I did forget. Hawkins immediately replied, "Whoever asked him to send the letter happened to be exam week, and it was several days later when I saw it." ”

Hawkins obviously didn't care about any of the princes, which made the old dean helpless, proud, and very worried.

The two walked to the office together, and on the way, the old dean advised Hawkins to be more cautious in dealing with the prince, but Hawkins bluntly said that he would not accept anyone's wooing, he only wanted to do what he wanted.

To some extent, Hawkins was raised by the old dean, and his temper is all too familiar to the old dean. There was no way, so the old dean gave up persuasion and asked about the teaching situation instead.

"A student today asked me if the Shadow should be treated as a prop, or if it should have the same power as a human. ”

"Oh?" the old dean lifted his wrinkled eyelids, "was that the class just now?"

"Yes, it's the class where the prince of martial arts is there. ”

"Phil, you can't call Prince Leicester that. But I'm sure you wouldn't say that in front of others. So, what's your answer?"

"You know my answer, the spirit shadow is not a magic staff, or a simple weapon, and cannot be treated as a prop, but the spirit shadow is not a human being, and no one knows whether the spirit shadow formed after death has the same soul, so the spirit shadow cannot have the same power as a person, this is my consistent opinion, and it will not be changed. ”