When Zheng Qing ran to the lakeside dock panting in his courtyard robe, many figures had already gathered here. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Red, white, blue, yellow, gray, black, six colors of robes are scattered messily on the dark green lawn, reflecting the blue-black lake in the distance, like a slowly unfolding picture.

Zheng Qing squinted, trying to find familiar faces.

Soon, he saw Lin Guo's figure beside the old man of Verne.

They stood in the center of almost all the wizards, and next to them stood several black-robed teaching assistants.

"Borrowed, borrowed. Zheng Qing apologized repeatedly, squeezed through the crowd, and came to the old school worker with a sweat.

The old school worker had his back to him, listening to the arguments of several teaching assistants with a calm face.

"Could it be a mistake?!" Hilda's voice was restless, "Isn't it a little too hasty to assemble the patrol so hastily......?"

As he spoke, his hand waved back vigorously, enveloping many figures, including Zheng Qing.

"Are you ready, these students?" his face flushed slightly, and thin beads of sweat hung from the tip of his nose, lined with brass nose rings, reflecting a blurred spot of light on the wing of his nose.

"This is the First University, and they are the students of the First University. Thomas stood under the shadow of the old school worker, which made his presence a little weak, but on the contrary, his speech was firm and fierce, like a cone in the bag, which pierced the dull atmosphere of the field in an instant: "If the patrol can't even handle this kind of thing, can the wizarding world expect us to do anything else?"

This kind of rhetoric is already very harsh.

Even Hilda, who was strongly opposed, also closed her mouth and was silent.

"What are they arguing about?" Zheng Qing leaned into Lin Guo's ear and asked in a low voice, "What are they calling us for?"

Lin Guo was still carrying his small schoolbag on his shoulders, and when he heard the words, he didn't speak, but just made a quiet gesture and motioned for Zheng Qing to listen.

Zheng Qing honestly kept his mouth shut, listening carefully to their arguments while carefully adjusting the position of his belt.

He was in a bit of a hurry just now, and his robe was still a little crooked.

"Time has been drained of time in that place, you can't be wrong," a gentle voice took over, bridging the rift between the teaching assistants: "Professor Yi just sent a message that he, Professor Li and Professor Montella have cordoned off the scene. ”

Zheng Qing's gaze quickly swept over the tall teaching assistant, but he didn't see his face clearly, only his gray hair and smooth forehead.

"Did you catch it?" Hilda hurriedly asked, "Brother Yu, what did the professors say?"

"It's the same as the old man Verne's previous speculation," the tall wizard known as Brother Yu nodded slightly to the old school worker as a sign of respect: "Except for some traces of erosion by time, they don't even have a single coat left. ”

"Ho-ho-ho," the old school worker raised his chin and laughed a few times: "This kind of thing, if you see it a few times, you will have experience...... You're still young, so you didn't catch their tails. ”

The meaning contained in this sentence is very rich.

The eyes of several black-robed teaching assistants tightened, and they immediately turned to the old man.

"What do you mean," Hilda, though still the first to speak hurriedly, added an honorific in a playful manner, "you keep grabbing their tails?"

The old man Verne did not speak, but reached out and touched the pocket of his gray robe, took out a transparent glass bottle, and held it up.

The glass bottle was the size of a thumb, wide-mouthed, pot-bellied, sealed with a red cork, and the neck of the bottle was tied with a few thin bands painted with fly's head charms.

The bottle contains many transparent particles the size of a grain of rice.

Under the sun, these transparent particles shimmer with a charming seven-colored light.

"May is old, but she has four legs, and she is faster than me, and catches some of their cubs. As he spoke, the old man put his hand into his bosom again, took out a piece of black bacon, and handed it to the old hound, who was lying on the ground.

The old hound snorted in satisfaction, and with a flip of his tongue, he rolled the palm-sized piece of meat into his stomach.

Zheng Qing looked at those lights blankly, and suddenly felt a sense of contentment, as if his life was complete in an instant.

He knew it was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"What is this?" exclaimed a voice in the crowd.

Apparently, he was not alone in noticing the anomaly.

"Chronos' pet, the candledragon's eye droppings, Helios' illegitimate son of Selene. Hilda stared at the glass bottle, as if reciting a poem, and sang, "Suddenly, suddenly, there is a difference between life and death of living beings." ”

Chronos, Helios, Selene, these awkward, tongue twister-like names, Zheng Qing has no impression of them.

However, he still knows a little about the candle dragon.

Legend has it that it was an ancient dragon that lived in the north, with a body length of thousands of miles and an innumerable lifespan; it opened its eyes in the day, closed its eyes in the night, breathed in winter, exhaled in summer, and some people called it candle nine yin.

As for the shadow of the candle dragon, Zheng Qing pouted, how could he know such vague information.

Maybe Xiao Xiao had this information in his notebook.

It's just that Dr. Xiao is meditating on a new love poem in the dormitory at this time, and he has no interest in coming to the lake to sell coolies at noon.

"Why can't you just speak human words? Zheng Qing glanced at Mr. Teaching Assistant with drooping eyelids, and slandered in his heart.

As if hearing everyone's voices, the old man Verne explained beside him: "This is the egg of a magical creature. This magical creature has an amazing connection to time, and lives by absorbing the time of other creatures, and the creatures that have been robbed of time will age rapidly...... That's why they were also called 'Shadows of the God of Time' by ancient magicians. ”

Zheng Qing's eyes widened, he had already guessed the meaning behind the old man's words.

"Theoretically, this magical creature should live in the depths of the Silent Forest, far away from wizards. Thomas added from the side: "But today at noon, in our academy, in the center of wizards' activities, we found traces of their activity. ”

"If there are no accidents, the recent attack on the magical creatures on the shores of the Bell Lake can be closed. Hilda concludes this explanation with a straightforward sentence: "It is very likely...... They are almost certainly the murderers. ”

There was a sudden gasping sound in the crowd.

A loud and noisy commotion erupted in an instant, and everyone scrambled forward, trying to get closer to see the murderer.

"What's their name?"

"These eggs look so beautiful, can they be bought in the market?"

"Did the murderer escape?"

"What is our mission, is it to catch the murderer?"

"It's scary! I don't want to get old!"

The old man of Verne helplessly raised the wooden staff in his hand and paused viciously on the ground.

"Buzz ......"

The stone pavement under his feet seemed to turn into quicksand in an instant, and the swarming students were unsteady on their feet and fell to the ground one after another.

"Silence!" the old school worker yelled in a rough voice, "Maintain discipline!"

The crowd was immediately much more orderly.

"Maybe many students don't know this kind of thing," the old man looked at everyone with a serious expression, "but it doesn't matter, Professor Dorag from the Institute of Magical Biology will give you a simple training later." ”

"Your task is to follow May after the training to find the source of these 'eggs' in the depths of the woods. ”

"Only by finding their nests can this chaos end. ”

"Remember its name......"

"Sand time!"