Magic is....... Everything, life, matter, attributes, the beginning of all things, everything is magical, whether it is stone or life, it is just a matter of more and less. There is no such thing as a substance or creature without magic. Magic has been passed down for nearly a thousand years since it has been passed down to the present day, and magic has become the foundation. But what is magic? ...... It's a metaphor! That is the basis of life and matter, and without magic there is nothing. The same is true even in the faint light. The older teacher was on the blackboard behind him, just using his fingers, brushing a little bit, and a few words appeared.

Can anyone say anything about these issues?

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I saw what was written on the blackboard was; Forms and Types of Magic-giving

The students are all looking around. No one was standing up, just quietly looking around or something.

As if no one would understand, until one of them stood up and broke the silence, and that was Hughes.

I can say that I like magic when it comes to these subjects, but it's a bit foggy to hear these words.

Anyway, I like the form of magic.,I don't seem to care about the setting.。

Although I want to know what kind of existence the magic of this world is. Do I have the talent to learn this so-called magic, etc......... Such questions bothered me even more.

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Hughes stood up, and just kept looking at the little notebook, the records written on it, etc., but I was a little concerned about what was recorded in detail.

Slowly, he said, "Magic is the foundation of everything. However, the use of magic, like blood, requires little by little agglutination, which not only consumes a lot of concentration, but even takes a long time depending on the conditions under which it is activated. Hughes spoke slowly, sluggishly, as if he were nervous. Continued, "The use of magic so far has passed the arrangement of the ancient great magicians, making magic more accurate, and there are three major processes, six cycles, etc., ........."

"Very well, sit down." The older teacher interrupted Hughes.

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"If you want to use magic, you have to use your thoughts, concentration, cohesion, and form the substance you want, or other substances, and you will let the magical energy in your hands, in reality, form, and realize." The older teacher looked around at his expression. Continued: "According to the different material energy, the environment is different. The longer it takes time and concentration, the easier it is for a great magician who often uses it to condense his thoughts, but why some people just can't do that, although there are many reasons, but regular practice can make up for it. 》

The older teacher wrote on the blackboard "The Classification of Magic and the Way of Fractals"

The older teacher did not give the opportunity for others to speak, but continued on his own; "Anyone is like this, once they start the process of magic, they will go through these kinds of categories, and the initial ones are divided into three categories, formation, fusion, and manipulation. And so on the basis of these foundations.......... Magic is inseparable from these three categories" After the older teacher finished speaking, he kept making comparisons on the blackboard, and the three categories mentioned before were written.

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Why can't we separate, because it's the cornerstone of magic, and that's how anyone starts out. The older teacher began to walk around again, speaking slowly; Magic is the foundation on which everything is built, the embodiment of all things. It can even be understood that becoming this world is a magical existence. Anything is. The older teacher quickly picked up the water cup on the table and took a sip of water. Continued, "I'll demonstrate, three categories"

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"Like, that's formation. I saw one of the teacher's hands, raised in mid-air, on the one hand, as if he was thinking about something with his head down, and soon the hand seemed to have a cold air, and the gas flowed downward when it was visible to the naked eye. Slowly, the cold air gradually disappeared, and the flames were formed in an instant, and one hand was completely burned. If it's magic! It's also an amazing magic show.

Just look at the teacher and don't panic, without any nervousness and fear. One hand was still burning. According to my common sense, this kind of burning was enough to scorch my muscles, enough to go to the hospital immediately, and when I stared at the burning flame with wide eyes, I not only sweated for it. I saw that the second passed, and suddenly the flames were slowly getting smaller, and as if they were absorbed, all the flames flew towards the palms of the hands, as if they were being controlled. After the flames were gone, the sleeves, the cuffs, were completely fine, intact, exaggerated before my eyes, no! It's in front of everyone's eyes.

The teacher kept clenching from the palm of his hand, only looking at the palm of his hand. Little by little, it grows bigger, and what you can see gets bigger! When the teacher slowly opened his palm, he saw a complete round ice ball, which stayed in the teacher's hand to see the cold downward flow of air! When I saw this, I couldn't help but let out an exclamation. But the students around him were as calm as ever.

"The above is formation, you can let things that are not there and do not exist appear in the palm of your hand, almost anything you imagine, let it form an object or a substance, you can let him appear in front of you, but you must also concentrate enough, otherwise it will soon be vaporized. Imagine the things that existed as if they already existed. Then there's fusion! Just finished speaking.

The teacher picked up the round ice cube in his hand, picked it up on his fingers, pinched it with his index finger and thumb, and through the crystal clear ice, a kind of turbidity slowly changed, like the transparent part of it slowly became blurred, and even completely lost its luster.

It turned into an egg, but the color became darker and darker, and it slowly turned into an iron ball. Although some changes can be done chemically, such changes are definitely not possible. I stared at the orb-like object, afraid that I was mistaken by my eyes. There was a sound of admiration from the surrounding colleges.

"Through condensation, matter can be changed, and the existence of objects can change their quality. Then here it is! Manipulation》

Seeing the iron ball in the teacher's hand, just holding it in the palm of his hand, it didn't seem to have changed much, and the next moment it seemed that the iron ball slowly floated up on its own, and soon floated into the air, circulating around the teacher's body, as if it had lost gravity, and even fission, splitting several spheres of the same size, still surrounding the teacher. It's like using the teacher as a gravitational force and surrounding the teacher.

"Manipulation, you can move, levitate, split, and even change shape of matter the way you want" The older teacher quickly shrugged his shoulders and slapped his clothes and sleeves. But looking at the few iron balls that formed, they quickly liquefied and became gas. Gone. It's as if it were emanating in the air, it doesn't exist. And go on to speak; "Now each one of you must try it and see if you can form something in the palm of your hand" said the words.

The students soon began to whisper to each other, and slowly began to look at their palms, and some were looking at other targets! Others hold their own pens and wait for ....... Different levels of starting exercises.

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However, I was more of a state of enlightenment, and I thought that magic was the kind that could ......... Or maybe I don't quite understand what I'm looking forward to. Or those big spells or spells, those cool elemental spells, or those spells that want to shout words very handsomely, such as; Frost, fire, thunder, shields, etc....... Whatever...... But what I'm hearing here isn't a concept at all, or my concept is more of a game, a novel, an anime, a movie, or anything like that, or any kind of magic that I know. I feel a little lost.

I started looking at my palms and thinking that I could conjure ice cubes or large ice sculptures in my palms, but it didn't change. I secretly glanced at Hughes beside me, how was he doing, and what I saw was indeed an ice cube formed in the palm of Hughes's hand, although it was small. But looking at Hughes's eyes, as if he was looking at the palm of his hand very seriously, the ice cube in the palm of his hand was like a feeling that would not melt, and there was no sign of melting at all.

But when I looked at myself, it was like standing still, feeling nothing, and having no energy. I tried again and thought "Ice cubes, ice cubes, hurry up" but it still didn't work, I didn't feel anything, and I suddenly felt as if I didn't have any talent, and the magic I had been waiting for for so long made me feel sad. I don't know how long later, in the surrounding look, I saw that I was not the only one, but most of them could be formed like this, although most of them were small Xiaoice cubes. It made me feel so bad that I even felt like I wanted to give up learning this magic.

"Stop the current practice" looked at the older teacher and suddenly said, although he said it like this, but the ice cubes on the palms of many students immediately vaporized, even the ice cubes on Hughes's palms. It's as if the concentrated spirit will fail to cast a spell if it is disturbed.

"Now all those who don't have the ability, who can't form anything in the palm of your hand, please raise your hand!" The older teacher said.

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Soon the students were looking at each other and peeping at each other.

I could feel Hughes's peeking eyes.

However, there was no choice but to tremble and slowly raise his hand. The trembling arms attract all the attention, and it feels like a little rabbit, staring at it by a group of carnivores, which makes people panic. What's more! There wasn't a single hand raised. "Wouldn't I be the only one!" Such a thought.

Between swallowing a mouthful of saliva, some of my inner feelings seemed to sink, as if I had sunk a ship in the middle of the ocean. Attracting all the attention made me feel more of a sense of depression, that feeling of tension and uneasiness, so that my eyes no longer knew where to look. Even Hughes looked at me with a confused expression.

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I saw the teacher walking towards me slowly, and the unhurried footsteps were simply in contrast to my state, making me feel like an ant on the pot, and it was so long for a second. The older teacher walked up to me, and I slowly lowered my hand and looked at the black and white beard with a confused look on my face. I saw that the older teacher only used one finger to gently touch my eyebrows, "Don't be nervous," said so softly. When my fingers touched me, the sensation was immediately very apparent, as if my body had been invaded.