The vast majority of members of the wizarding world can only live as ordinary wizards throughout their lives.

When he is busy, he immerses himself in sketching magic arrays, extracting medicinal herbs, refining rare metals, throws one or two fireballs in the hunting ground, mixes three or five potions in the study, and paints seven or eight talismans.

Thinking about the camp, it will eventually turn to ashes.

But that doesn't mean they're incompetent, or how miserable their abilities are.

On the contrary, being able to successfully live in this world as an official wizard has proven their talent from a certain point of view, so different.

If there is talent, there is a difference between high and low, and there is a contrast.

Those who are more gifted among ordinary wizards will be admitted to the First University for further study.

This means that they are able to go further on the path of wizards.

To go further means to live longer and to be stronger.

Wizards who can enter the first university, even if they only complete their four-year college career, can pass the assessment of registered wizards and enjoy hundreds of years of happy life.

But every talented wizard will not be satisfied with such a short-sighted vision.

Their goals are more distant and unpredictable.

For example, the Great Wizard.

The highest authority of the Wizarding Alliance has a standing committee that is responsible for handling matters large and small in the wizarding world, from establishing diplomatic relations with newly contacted civilizations outside the territory to the personnel arrangements of the Four Seasons Management Committee.

And the official members of this standing committee are all the great wizards of the wizarding world.

For this reason, this standing committee is nicknamed the 'Council of Great Wizards' by wizards.

First University occupies more than a third of the seats in the Grand Wizards' Conference, but at the same time, the First University's Grand Wizards are also the members who are the most absent from the 'Grand Wizards' Conference—these senior professors prefer to stay in their labs deep on campus and conduct arguments about the possibilities in order to go further down the path of magic.

And now, Professor Emma, a well-known archwizard, not only came to a conference room for the boring monthly meeting of the Nine Haves Academy—she hadn't been to the Grand Wizard meeting for nearly a decade—but also took the trouble to take out a magic orb.

This unusual statement caught the attention of all the wizards in the room almost immediately.

"What is new for us to learn from Mr. Emma. The fat wizard who had been robbed of a lot of alcohol by Lao Yao not long ago seemed to forget his unhappiness and came over with a smile.

"Attention!" his companion hurriedly tugged at the corners of his robes behind him, stopping the fat wizard's reckless behavior.

Although they are all faculty members of the First University, the gap between different ranks, such as teaching assistants, lecturers, ordinary professors, and senior professors, is no less than the differences between the four faculties.

For the Great Wizard, ordinary professors inevitably have a bit of natural awe.

It's like the deference of the inferior to the superior.

After all, the great wizards have a transcendent status, vast magical powers, and a long lifespan, and for the vast majority of ordinary wizards, including registered wizards, they are existences worth looking up to.

Professor Emma didn't care in the slightest about the petty movements between the ordinary professors.

She shook her stubby fingers, making the intricate magic on her fingertips spin more smoothly.

"I'm so sorry, hahahaha. Her loud laughter startled the elves around her, and even some of the young teaching assistants looked uneasy.

"Which of you is going to comment on this magic text?" Professor Emma turned his face sideways to look at the ordinary professors and teaching assistants who were gradually surrounding him, and his tone was very casual.

It's even a little mild.

This has given many people great courage.

"A standard magic pattern bead contains a very clear aura of 'fire'. A young lecturer seemed to be attending such a regular meeting for the first time, and he was a little cramped, but very brave, and said: "Moreover, the structure of this magic text is very stable, and it can very firmly encircle the artistic conception in it. ”

The other wizards nodded or shook their heads, but they all stared at the slow-spinning script, and none of them spoke.

"It's a cliché, there's nothing new. Professor Emma glanced at him and commented very unceremoniously, "What do you teach?"

The blood on the young lecturer's face suddenly faded, and he stood there helplessly, the courage in his eyes disappearing at a faster speed.

"Bloodline heraldry. The poor young man smurmured and replied in a whisper.

"Oh!" Professor Emma repeated with a slow chin and a tone of sudden realization, "Bloodline heraldry." ”

This is an elective course with a small audience, and you can only exchange one credit for one semester of study. There is no need for advanced magic or complex magic skills, and only those wizards who can't get enough credits to upgrade will choose to take this 'easy-ay'.

Correspondingly, the qualification requirements for teachers to teach this course will not be too high.

Professor Emma was clearly aware of this, so she didn't bother the young lecturer any more.

"The young man just told part of the truth...... But it doesn't get to the point. Professor Emma held the magic text on the tip of her left finger, and opened the textbook on the table with her right hand, rubbing her fingers, and an identical magic text appeared in mid-air.

Two three-dimensional magic texts were presented in front of everyone at the same time.

"This character is more dynamic than the 'character' I just picked out of the textbook!" Professor Emma pointed to the magic script on her left hand, emphasizing the pronunciation of the "character".

Professor Yi nodded slightly.

Lao Yao smacked his pipe, hiding his gaze behind the rising green smoke.

"Demon writing is a kind of writing. It is first and foremost an idea, and secondly a symbol. You see, although I had just chosen a standard script from the textbook - it had almost the same stroke thickness, perfectly reasonable structure, and almost perfect widths of gaps—it didn't breathe. ”

"It's just a symbol, not a 'word'. ”

"As an existence that expresses the thoughts of a wizard, the emotional power contained in the magic text determines the power of this magic text. A word without emotion is not a real word. Just like a person, a person without feelings, is just a walking dead. ”

The onlookers nodded yes and responded most enthusiastically to Professor Emma's remarks.

Except for a few senior professors.

Lao Yao spit out two smoke rings, leashed the two magic texts respectively, closed his eyes, and carefully felt the difference between them.

"The artistic conception in this magic text. He inhaled softly, and since he spit out slowly, he opened his eyes, and his eyes looked extremely deep: "...... It does feel familiar. ”

"Very clear, very intense, very stable!" Professor Yi interrupted his contemplation, looked at Lao Yao warningly, and said in a hurried tone, "This level of strokes...... It is estimated that it will take more than ten or twenty years of accumulation, otherwise it will be difficult to write!"

"Hey, hey. The wrinkles on Lao Yao's face were raised, and a smile of unknown meaning came out of his mouth.

"When did you find out...... This is a good seedling?" Professor Li's faint voice sounded between several people.

"This week. Professor Emma did not suppress the joy and joy on her face in the slightest: "How long has it been since I saw this breath...... So, you should know how surprised I was when I found out that this word was written by a little guy who had just come of age and was not even 'on the road'. ”

"Surprised, happy. Professor Yi Jiazi nodded and commented briefly: "It is a piece of jade, if it is carved slightly, it will definitely exude dazzling brilliance." ”

The other teachers around listened to the conversation of several senior professors, and they were a little confused.

It felt as if they were complimenting the student who wrote it.

But it doesn't seem to be all.

"I suddenly thought of it just now," Lao Yao suddenly frowned, and turned his head to look at Professor Emma, "Nice talent, excellent ability, plus a freshman...... Are you going to push him into the lab in Monteria?"

"There's a plan, but not to let him in right away. Professor Emma shook her head, "That guy in Montella still has a very high vision, and this little guy doesn't even have a dozen magic scripts. If he threw it away now, it would only ruin his talent. ”

"Very sensible. Lao Yao nodded, and then analyzed the owner of this magic text in a matter-of-fact manner:

"You've got four magical lessons this week, one for the freshmen of the four academies. In order, they are Nine You Academy, Alpha Academy, Atlas Academy, and Star Academy. Depending on the statute of limitations of the magic text you took out, it should be within two days...... Then this word should belong to a certain freshman of our Nine Talents Academy. ”

Professor Li looked like a ghost.

He used a long sigh to express his deepest contempt for Lao Yao's exaggerated acting skills.

"A freshman in the Nine You Academy, good at rune construction, and recently very famous, and not among the leaders I mentioned before, there is only one little guy who claims to have won the true inheritance of Kunlun. Professor Yi pinched his fingers and calculated with a reasoning ability that was not inferior to Lao Yao: "It is a freshman named Zheng Qing, Jiuyou College, Astronomy 08-1 class. ”

"Xiao Yi, your reasoning ability has increased again!" Professor Emma looked surprised.

"Where, where. Professor Yi Jiazi looked modest.

"He got everyone's medium in the divination class...... For soothsayers, discerning breath is a fundamental skill. Lao Yao faintly broke through: "The most contaminated thing in your words is Zheng Qing's breath." ”

Professor Yi touched the tip of his nose, and there was no annoyance on his face that it was exposed.

Professor Emma muttered, and sat back down in her high-backed chair, not knowing what to think, and suddenly giggled.

Professor Yi lowered his head, turned over the tarot again, and began to shuffle the cards.

Lao Yao bit his pipe, spewed out puffs of green smoke, and drowned his head in the billowing smoke.

Several bigwigs lost interest in talking, and the conference room quickly fell back into a quiet atmosphere.