The big-nosed old man stood on the podium and glanced around it, still with that peculiar strength—Phytenay could vaguely feel the authority of the old man's youth—and he did have an innate sense of authority when he spoke, which was enough to overwhelm everything. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But he couldn't overpower something very worldly.

"What's the point of dreams, in order to see what you want, status, money, or lovers -- pull it down, that's a pipe dream. The old man's voice was no less than that of the young professor, "I think you already knew the general situation of this course before you chose this course, so now let's talk about what you know about Origin of Magic." ”

The book "The Origin of Magic" is incomprehensible, it is not a basic read, and from here, the old man seems to be giving these students a disobedience - as the origin of everything, it is indeed a must read.

That's why only graduates are compelled to take this course because they need to complete the course – even if they don't get the same insights as Winchett, they need to have their own opinions.

"Let's start over there. The old man casually pointed to a place.

"Uh...... Professor, I think the origin of magic is a process of exchange of ideas. Gelbot was unfortunately the first, he stood up and thought for a moment.

"Do you mean that magic can appear just by thinking about it?" and now you can give me a thought?" said the old man aloud.

"Uh, no, no, I mean, in the process of communicating with magic......"

"Next!" said the old man impatiently.

"The origin of magic should be in a kind of matrix, according to Potions—we conceive of such a thing, it should be some pure spiritual body. ”

"That's the mainstream idea, and that's what the junk Church says that people want to convince people to believe in Arentia - and then they say that this spirit is above all else, and that the only one who can do it is Arendia, the goddess of creation, oh great Erentia, good Erentia!" the old man scoffed at another view.

The students held back laughter, their shoulders trembled more or less, and although the old man did not give face, these vivid and unreasonable truths were quite interesting.

But when something sarcastic falls on your head, you can't laugh out.

This went on for a dozen more people - it was difficult for even a formal magician to have a contradictory opinion, and even if they had specially prepared it, it would be useless.

"Oh my God, aren't there even any repeaters of junk books this year? It's a disappointment! Looks like I'm going to give up this year's lectures. The old man frowned - of course he could have suspended the class, but the students who had left his class before they had left him would suffer - but what could be done? they were all expecting a hero who could say something, and the old man seemed to be looking for such a person, and suddenly his gaze fell on a few people, "Look who this is, disciple of the red-haired girl of Letta, tell me about it!

Fitney seemed to have guessed such an ending, but it was a pity that she couldn't be this hero, and after standing up, she was expressionless: "I don't know." ”

"Hey, that's how Letta taught you? I remember she was able to pull some interesting stuff. The students hung their heads weakly and sighed, while the old man was a little excited, "Are you sure you don't have any opinions?!"

"The composition of the air is made by chemical action, but what about magic? Who knows what it is and how it is produced? If you have to say, I support the 'black fog' theory of Monsieur Winchet Legrund, which holds that the black fog is the origin of magic. "Fitney was helpless.

She understood magic more easily than the others, it was just a special component of the air, and the question was like asking her how oxygen came to be - she didn't have enough means to measure it all.

However, magic cannot be compared to oxygen - this is Winchett's "black fog theory" - Fitney has studied "The Origin of Magic", and Winchet believes that black fog is the original form of magic. But Fitney couldn't convince himself to fully believe the theory.

How could she believe that the Black Mist Ghosts—the scene she had seen in Eddard's carriage at that time, and that made her feel terrified once they appeared—were the things she was supposed to believe were the origin of magic?

"Interesting analogy, your statement has piqued some interest in me, so give it to me next month when your opinion is written - send it to my white tower. The old man's words relieved the other students.

Fitney's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly sat down.

"Take out your Origin of Magic, if you don't have it, you can leave now, and take a good look at the book for the rest of the day, and I'll see your research in two months. The old man said again.

This is a dream lesson?Fitney felt a little dazed, because she didn't expect the old man to stop the class for at least two months because of this problem.

"Lornay is amazing—a lot of people here don't think it's useful to study the origins of magic. After Fitney sat down, Chris said beside her.

"People are accustomed to using their innate ability to use magic as the basis for using their magic, and no one finds it helpful to understand the source - even those who have been exposed to it rarely find the real result. Fitney said slowly.

She suddenly felt something strange about Chris—she suddenly felt it when she wanted to reveal it all again, and she turned her head and stared at Chris.

"What's wrong? Lornay?" Chris's eyelashes fluttered.

"What exactly do you want to say?" said Fitney with a bad premonition.

"I want to talk to you about a lot of things - but it's too late for me to hold on. Chris was silent for a moment, then turned her face to face Phytenay while she looked at Magic Origins on the table, "I've wanted to come to the professor's dream class for a long time because I was really daydreaming. ”

Fitnair didn't speak, still looking at her, not letting go of any change in her.

"Let's go out and talk. Chris said.

Fitney saw that the old man had left, and that there was no one to stop them—and she followed Chris.

"What the hell are you ......" Fitney followed Chris, turning a few corners, and frowning as she watched the classroom get farther and farther away.

"I'm sorry. Chris said.

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes went dark!