Royal Wizarding Academy, Great Library.

In the wizarding academy full of alchemists and test beds, this was probably the only place Isaac liked - firstly there were a lot of books he hadn't been able to read at Ebolden, and secondly it was very quiet, not like the damn test beds out there were all over the place.

And then most importantly, the Library is the "home of Isaac Grantham", a occult wizard, and only here can he satirize, hit, sarcastically and tease the little potatoes who are "picky at the feet" and the mentors who are not much better than them.

Well, the word was learned from Loren, and it couldn't be more appropriate for those guys who have their heads filled with water.

And after being "ravaged and tortured" by Isaac for more than ten days, even the first tutor of the academy, Gray Sal, had to admit that in addition to the honorary dean of the academy, Master Albert Tarot, the entire emperor may really not be able to find a second person who can compete with this genius in occultism!

And a certain "megalomaniac" who realized it in the Dragon King City quickly put the idea of "bullying the mentally handicapped is boring" behind him and began to enjoy the process to the fullest.

The little wizard had tried to stop him from doing this—though she knew it was impossible—but Isaac Grantham, who had inherited the "last knowledge" of the Dragon Kingdom, had become more aware of than Ain's comprehension, and it was beginning to be difficult to understand.

Piles of new parchment-scented books, a large, fine oak desk, refreshing mint tea, and a chaise longue that sinks in......

It's heaven!

It's just that my "kingdom of heaven" is a little different today... In her special seat, there was a woman with red hair and red eyes, and a pair of oversized black-rimmed glasses.

That's right, the Dressers - this is the Royal Wizarding Academy, and as we all know, witches are severely excluded in the wizarding world, and their numbers are extremely rare, and he Isaac has never seen one to this day.

So based on the existing facts, Isaac can conclude that the person in front of him is either a transvestite who loves women's clothing, or a madman who has become delirious due to excessive research.

The man in the chair propped up his black-rimmed glasses and flipped through them intently—the frames were so large that they almost took up half of his face, making the man look a little like a ......

Well, that's a madman.

Isaac is not cold to women, but he is also well aware that the body structure of the two sexes is different... The skinny oak-root firewood stick in front of him, his exposed arms were fleshless, and his breasts were curvature even for Ain Rand......

Suddenly, the man buried in the pile of books suddenly raised his head and glanced at Isaac with a numb expression:

"Looking for me?"

It's a bit high-pitched and weird... Holy Cross and his grandmother's can't really be a woman, right?

"Uh... Yes!" Isaac's facial features were almost wrinkled, and he didn't even know what to say, and his right hand desperately gestured back and forth:

"It may be a little offensive, but... You're a woman?"

"Huh?" The black-rimmed glasses flickered and looked down at his chest... Then he raised his head with a numb expression: "Hmm... It doesn't seem to be easy to see. ”

"That's right, I'm a woman. ”

Really?!

"That, that, that... How did you get in?!" Isaac stammered dumbfounded, "This is the Wizarding Academy, they... How did you let you in?!"

"Oh, it's easy. The black-rimmed glasses shrugged: "As long as you tell them that your last name is De Salion." ”

"You're... Royalty?"

"Well, I'm not. ”

"And how did you get in?"

"Are you?" the black-rimmed glasses with a numb expression gave Isaac a blank look, as if he was looking at a fool.

Isaac's face flushed instantly, like a balloon that had been inflated - no one from Wimpal to Ebotden had dared to tease him like that!

"Lena de Salion. Unconsciously, the black-rimmed glasses stretched out his thin, thin right hand: "You're the occult Isaac Grantham, right, I've heard several wizard apprentices talk about you." ”

"Well, since you know me, don't blame me for being rude!"

The corners of Isaac's mouth twitched. Pointing to the position "occupied" by this girl: "The place where you are sitting now is my exclusive seat, and I need you to get up immediately and give it to me." ”

"Why, does it say 'Isaac Seat'?"

Isaac glared, "Written!"

The expressionless girl in black-rimmed glasses glanced at the words "Isaac Special Seat" actually engraved on the armrest of the chair.

"It's not fair. ”

"There's nothing unfair, I don't know where the young lady came from!" Isaac retorted with a straight face: "This position is a prize that I won with my supreme wisdom and mind beyond ordinary people, I spent an hour memorizing the entire library of books, and read all the books in four days, understand?!"

Isaac raised his chin proudly, this was not the first time he had mocked fools with a memory comparable to a goldfish, and it would definitely not be the last.

But the girl named Lena still had a numb expression, and there was still a bit of provocation in her eyes: "Hehe... It took four days?"

"What does that 'huh' mean?!" Isaac said with a devastating expression.

"Oh... Nothing, you heard it wrong. The girl looked to the side.

After a full minute of silence, Isaac brought himself back to his senses, instead of just jumping on it and eating the girl!

"So if you want to get this 'seat', you'll have to prove that you're a senior occult wizard who surpasses me - and of course we might as well test your memory first, after all, you seem to be quite confident!"

The black-rimmed glasses nodded, trying his best not to show a smile on the corner of Isaac's mouth, who had a cannibalistic face: "First question, what is the sixth sentence on the fifth shelf of the fifth bookshelf of the second reading room on the third floor of the big library from left to right on the third floor from left to right?!"

"Nothing, that's a false proposition. The girl didn't raise her head, still expressionless: "Page 185 of "On the Origin and Historical Inevitability of Alchemy" is an appendix page, which depicts the first piece of lead that turned into gold in the legend. ”

“......”

"I said something wrong?"

“...... No, the answer is correct. Isaac, with a "smile" on his face, almost bit out word by word: "Since you have passed the first question, let's continue, the next content involves professional occult knowledge, you can say that I am a bully, after all, you can't be a occult wizard, and you can't learn this, so ......"

“... Miss Lena de Salion, are you listening to me?"

"Oh, no. ”

“... Then why did you answer my question?"

"One, I know what the answer is, and second, I don't care what you're talking about. ”

“......”

Isaac, who was smoking above his head, took a deep breath and convulsed for a long time, and finally forced out a smile: "It's humorous, I like your type." ”

"Why don't we play a guessing game with the title 'What does the trickster do not change?'"

"Hmm......" The girl raised her head, and her numb face finally showed a rare solemnity:

"It's a pun, 'juggling' is a scornful term for the caster among wizards, so it should refer to the changes that occur in the caster's process when using a spell. ”

"According to the latest theories of spells, when using a high-level spell, it will cause a temporary void residue in the surroundings, assuming that a certain caster is the center point of triggering the void distortion, there is an upper limit to the use of Void power by ordinary spellcasters, and the maximum is the range of a hall. ”

"The literal answer is 'void energy', but this should be a pun trap, and the changes that have taken place cannot be called 'gone', so there must be something that can be clearly referred to. ”

"The answer I gave was 'matter is the order of the world', because the essence of the effect of the void power on the real world is 'deception', and in real magic, the so-called 'disappearance' is a way of deception. ”

“......”

"Am I right?"