"Hi Phil!"

Phil heard someone calling him, turned around, and ran out of the sea of people alone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Green. "Phil Dao, this is the guy who helped Phil take notes. I copied very fast, memorizing almost every word the teacher said, and even sketching in my notes if necessary, drawing pictures of the classroom. Because of this, Phil will ask him to help take notes, in exchange for explaining notes to the other party, although Green's notes are well done, but unfortunately they are difficult to understand.

Green wore glasses, wore thick clothes, and walked up to Phil with a pile of notes. He was obviously very happy to see Phil: "Phil, it just so happens that you see, this is a note that you haven't been here for a while, and I'm going to go to the dormitory to find you." ”

With that, Green handed the stack of notes to Phil.

Phil took it, and his arm couldn't help but drop, he didn't expect this pile of notes to be so heavy, and he didn't expect Green to take so many notes for him when he wasn't going to class.

"Thank you, I'll take the time to teach you when I'm done with this in the next few days. Phil said he really thinks people like Green can socialize more.

Green was immediately ecstatic: "That's really good, you don't know, I really don't understand the lessons that seniors have come to teach recently, it's really very strange, I can still understand some of the lessons taught by those black-robed tutors before, I thought that the seniors couldn't talk about such advanced things Maybe it would be easier to understand, but who would have thought that......"

Green babbled, he remembered his notes quickly, spoke quickly, and said a lot in a while.

Phil barely agreed for a moment, and then Green put down the conversation, turned back, as if unaware of all the commotion around him, and pulled the notebook from his bosom, almost hitting someone several times.

Phil watched him almost be knocked down by a big slave man, and before he could even see the person, he bowed and apologized first, which made the slave so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, oh my God, a student master apologized to him?

How could a person like Green, who is only interested in reading, choose the Dark Wizard Academy of the Black Rope Tower?

Phil just thought about it a little, and didn't have the meaning of delving into it, but he was indeed a little envious, envious of people who were able to stick to their original intentions so easily.

After thinking for a while, Phil went back to the dormitory with his notes.

On the night of Thanksgiving, the stage behind was still rehearsing all kinds of programs, and after a while, fireworks balls were set off, illuminating the sky in all colors, mixed with the joy of everyone, this was their happiest night of the year.

Phil ignored the fireworks balls that reflected the colors on the window, turned around and quickly cleaned up the dormitory, glanced at Green's notes twice, and still remembered every word almost completely, and took advantage of the time that Phil hadn't taken notes for so long, Green also specially marked each note, reminding Phil what he was talking about here, what had been said elsewhere here, and so on.

He knew that it would be impossible to read the pile of notes for a while, so he put it aside in chronological order marked by Green, ignored it for the time being, and picked up the results of his madness during this time.

During this time, except for Miranda's sake, the only thing that could make him crazy about his research was the abbreviated version of the fireball technique.

It can't be said to be improved, and with his course of study, he can't improve a witchcraft that has been tested for countless years.

However, if this abbreviated version of the Fireball Technique can't be better than the Fireball Technique, then why bother so hard to make this revision?

Phil isn't so bored and spends his time and madness on a useless thing.

In fact, it is not so correct to say that it is a revision, he actually doesn't change anything, he just understands some of the principles of the fireball technique, the principle of construction, the principle of control, and the principle of release.

This is a huge change for Phil.

Phil stood in the lab, closed his eyes, and took a cursory look back at the crazy results of this time. Then he whispered the incantation, and if anyone noticed, they would find that Phil was chanting a shorter spell, just a little bit of time that would not have been noticed if he hadn't noticed, and this was one of his achievements, a small step in the direction of abbreviated spells, or more exaggerated silent spells, instantaneous witchcraft.

As his voice ebbed and fell, almost all the fire elementals in the laboratory fluctuated, and this time, instead of converging uncontrollably as before, they swam to the rhythm of Phil, or together, or apart.

In the world of elemental energy, which is invisible to ordinary people, an unprepared revolution is beginning.

"Boom!"

Countless flames filled the entire laboratory at once, and almost all the fragile and non-fire-resistant things were burned in an instant, including the Thanksgiving souvenir that Phil had just bought in the trading area, but Phil didn't have time to care about the useless things.

The fire shone brightly, and the flames flowed through the laboratory like a swimming dragon under Phil's control, taking off, although the flames had burned everything that could be burned, but Phil didn't feel a trace of heat at all, not even the clothes on his body were not damaged in the slightest.

I didn't feel a trace of heat, but Phil's forehead was already sweating.

The dragon flame stagnated in an instant, and the flame almost fell apart at this moment, but Phil still controlled it with his spiritual power, and all the flames converged in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the flames of the entire laboratory condensed into a fireball, a golden fireball!

The golden fireball first stopped, then immediately moved like a rabbit, flying nimbly and quickly in the laboratory, and finally soaring up and down around Phil, like a cute little elf.

After a while, the fireball came back to rest in front of Phil, and in the blink of an eye, the fireball disappeared, and if it weren't for the mess of a lab, it was as if it had never existed.

This is what Phil has achieved - complete control of the form of the fireball, and it can be retracted and released freely.

This is his ability after he has a deeper understanding of the Great Fireball Technique and the Fireball Technique, from now on, even the ordinary Fireball Technique will have a little higher damage, and he can also control the Fireball better, and it is all in one thought.

More importantly, he developed a new direction of learning, that is, the secondary development of witchcraft, if it was before, would he have other ideas besides honestly learning witchcraft and using witchcraft?

During the apprenticeship of a wizard, it is very important that in addition to learning about wizards honestly, everyone has to do one thing and find their own path as a wizard.

Find your own path to growth, what kind of wizard you want to become, no one knows what your future will be like now, maybe you are stepping step by step, step by step towards becoming an ordinary wizard, maybe you have a different kind of opportunity, you can walk out of the distance that others have only walked out of for a long time in a short time, but in both cases, you will not have much understanding of the witchcraft you have learned, you know how to release witchcraft, and you know how to control it, but these are the most obvious things, you are likely to never know how it is done and what changes have occurred in its formation process for the rest of your life…… Although, even if you don't know this, you will have a lot of strength, and you will not have any lean understanding of your current position, not to mention, if you try to understand this, you will inevitably waste more time.

However, it can take you further.

Now, Phil really wanted to thank Wizard Moses for giving him the idea, and was completely inspired by the opposite when he encountered the Blood Mosquito in the Swamp of Bones.

Don't just learn the witchcraft.

It can give you so much more.

What unfolds before Phil's eyes now is a truly perfect and charming wizarding world, which has changed from the previous world of witchcraft, explosions, and power to a more esoteric world.

This world is much more interesting than the previous ones.

Behind every witchcraft, the expansive and beautiful landscapes fascinate Phil.

The world is much larger, and in fact every witchcraft has infinite mysteries, and now the vast majority of people only know its most superficial layer.

It's just that now Phil only sees the corner behind the fireball technique, and he doesn't even count as a landscape.

But it is already certain that he will be able to go further, provided that nothing happens.

Phil wiped his sweat and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the laboratory in front of him.

The lab was completely ruined, and it took a bit more effort to clean it up and buy some lab equipment.

But no matter what, we'll have to talk about it tomorrow. He's feeling tired now, and he's going to need a good rest.

This night, for the first time, Phil did not meditate, but fell directly into sleep.

"Phil, Phil, don't get distracted!"

Phil came back from his trance and saw himself practicing with a wooden sword.

Looking up, Chief Lynn's guard was looking at him with a sad face.

"Practice hard, you know?" said Chief Lynn's guard to young Phil, who was only four or five years old, "Your bones aren't good enough, but you need to practice harder, you know?"

"Yes, Uncle Lynn!" replied Phil in a milky voice.

"Don't call me uncle, call me chief at this time!"

"Yes, sir!" replied Phil at once, loudly, as if he had exhausted his suffocation, more earnestly than ever.

Lynn looked at the child in front of her and finally nodded. In fact, Phil's roots are really poor, and no matter how hard he practices, it is impossible to become an official knight, but the Duke has instructed that Phil must be trained according to the requirements of a formal knight. I don't know why, but years of life as a chief guard have taught Lynn that she can only do what she is told.

The seemingly glorious Underwood family needs an heir who is not inferior to the current Lord Underwood to block the storm in the court.

Can you be strong, Phil?

Phil didn't know what Chief Lynn's guard was thinking, and now, he just swung the wooden sword in his hand over and over again, although the movements were not very regular, although sometimes he could not stand steadily, although the wooden sword in his hand did not have much strength when he swung it......

However, Phil didn't stop. Over and over again, over and over again.

If he could practice better, would his father come back to see him?