Early the next morning, Scott returned to Helena's study for the second lecture of Professor Ravenclaw.

The day before, Ravenclaw gave a high-level lecture on the development of magic, and the new lesson was to teach Scott to understand the modern system of magic from a holistic perspective.

It's hard to believe that Ravenclaw, who lived more than a thousand years ago, knows everything about modern magic.

You know, she kept her consciousness in the portrait in a special state, and it was only at the moment when Helena pushed open the door to the study that she completely woke up.

But in a short period of time, the founder of the Academy, a legendary wizard of fame, had expanded his knowledge over a millennium at an astonishing speed and updated his magical portrait.

While legendary wizards who have traveled far enough and stood better on the path of magic have access to all knowledge, Scott's speed is unreasonable.

What is the learning speed of this?

What a miraculous trick is this?

Is there a special method of learning, similar to the Daigo empowerment in it?

If so, can I learn from it?

And...... Legendary wizards like the four founders, what they call death, is it death in the true sense of the word?

I always feel that if they don't want to die, there is really a way not to die completely.

Scott began to think crankily in class, his mind swaying.

So he was harshly criticized by Professor Ravenclaw.

She seemed to see through his thoughts, and told him what to do at whatever stage he was in.

"Ravenclaw children are active, but they are also prone to high ambitions. I hope you understand that the path that anyone walks out of is one step at a time with their feet. ”

Scott hurriedly tightened his mind.

He knew how rare it was to have a professor like Ravenclaw teach in person.

He's been lucky enough.

Towards noon, the class on the systematic analysis of modern magic ended.

Scott sighed again that Professor Ravenclaw was the best teacher he had ever met, and no one could compare to him!

Being able to condense complex knowledge into a short morning and complete it, with clear organization, concise language, and full of dry goods, makes people have to admire.

Before leaving, Scott had a whim and talked to Ravenclaw about the Sawanna he had met the day before.

The girl's magic was so strange that he was always curious about it.

"Is that so?"

Ravenclaw, who listened to Scott's story, nodded.

"Of course I know what's going on."

Scott looked at her curiously.

"That girl practiced ancient magic." "This ancient magic originated from the ancient Druidic religion of the Celts, and I didn't expect it to be passed down today. ”

"I see!" Scott wasn't too surprised.

Before that, he already had some conjectures.

But he still has doubts.

"Professor, how did that pure magic come about? Are you not used to casting a lot of spells? ”

"It's a legacy of the Druids, who believe in communicating with nature. The more powerful the druids, the purer their magic becomes. ”

Ravenclaw said in a reminiscent tone.

"As far as I know, the specific practice method is very cumbersome, and it needs to be cultivated from a young age, and it makes no sense for you to know it."

She looked at Scott.

"As for the second question, yes, the druids have their own spellcasting system. They can cast all the spells, but their effectiveness will be greatly reduced. ”

Scott wanted to ask for more information about the druid's spellcasting system, but Ravenclaw waved his hand directly.

"You should leave, kid, I'll talk about that in the next lesson."

Scott swallowed the question he wanted to ask again.

Bowing to the portrait of Ravenclaw, he left the Requirement Room.

By the time Scott arrived at the auditorium, lunch had already begun.

He looked at the Ravenclaw table and sat down at random.

Halfway through lunch, a belated Milton sat down next to Scott.

Scott was initially unaware, but he soon noticed that something was wrong with his roommate's mood.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, turning his head.

Milton's eyes were red, and he shook his head silently, just mechanically stuffing food into his mouth.

Scott frowned, knowing that this must have happened.

You know, it's been a long time since Milton has shown such sentimentality.

After lunch, Scott offered to take a walk, "Do you want to go for a walk around the Black Lake?" ”

Milton nodded.

The two of them left the auditorium and slowly walked to the edge of the empty black lake.

Milton remained silent all the way.

Scott crouched down, picked up a few rocks, and began to splash around.

He didn't ask Milton.

He knew that if Milton wanted to, he would say it.

If you don't want to talk about it, you should accompany him to relax.

Milton stood quietly on the shore, watching Scott drift.

After a while, he sat down on a stone beside him.

"I received a letter that my dad was getting married." He whispered.

"Uh......"

Scott was stunned by his movements.

This question......

He really didn't know what to say.

"Before that, I always unconsciously excused him, and I thought that Dad might just lose himself for a while."

Milton said self-deprecatingly.

"I imagined that when he came to his senses, he would get his mother back, and our family would still be the same as before."

Scott sighed silently and sat down on another rock.

It's hard for anyone to say anything about such a question.

Even Milton couldn't stop his father from remarrying.

And to be honest, Scott always had a feeling of "finally here" when it came to this.

Milton whispered, "I've been thinking about how it was like for my dad to marry my mom despite my grandfather's objections. When our family was ostracized at my grandfather's house, he swore that he would never regret it......"

At this, his tone became even more swallowed.

"What a disappointment!" He cried and said, "I can't even stick to the choice I desperately insisted on at the beginning!" ”

Scott reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

So far, saying this can only be a vent for emotions.

"Think of the good, Milton." Scott could only say from another angle, "At least your mother has come out of the whirlpool of involuntary self-restraint and has been freed." ”

Milton nodded vigorously, "Thankfully she's gone, I hope she never comes back, I hope she can fulfill her dreams when she was younger......"

Scott withdrew his hand and asked Milton again, "Do you know who Mr. Graves' new marriage is?" ”

"Yes." Milton said, "I told you. They had been together for a while, a widow of pure-blood, whom they called Lady Zabini. ”

"What?"

Scott's eyes widened, and the stone in his hand fell to the ground.

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