87 Disqualifying
"How could it be ......"
What kind of character Zhuang Mingge is, although Hua Fei doesn't know the details, he also knows a rough idea.
A half-breed child of the crown family, an illegitimate child who is not recognized.
To put it mildly, it is a poor Barrett of the crown family who is given a surname, but has no treatment and status, and eats the waste waiting for death.
Such a guy is an ant, a beggar on the side of the road in his own eyes.
I don't usually look at it squarely.
But when such a waste suddenly showed pure magic, and faintly fought against himself, Warfit's expression could not show a second expression because of surprise, which made him feel humiliated, when he was actually compared to a beggar.
- What a joke!
His eyes widened in anger, and the magic swept over him like a tsunami.
"Hey, hey, I can't bear it anymore!" Zhuang Mingge felt the other party's increasingly powerful magic power, knowing that the other party planned to completely crush himself to death in terms of "quantity".
Theon shook his head with a wry smile, "What's the solution, the Great Hall doesn't allow the use of magic, and the magic confrontation is already a marginal ball." ”
After the construction of the Great Hall of the Saint Laurent Private School of Magic, it was destroyed several times in magical battles, and later there was a rule that no magic could be used inside.
Anyone who violates this rule will be punished direly, and as for what kind of punishment it is, believe me, you still don't know as well.
Hua Fei is the genius of the crown family, and there is a demon seed given by the superior demon, after more than ten years of hard cultivation, the magic power is unfathomable, and it is very easy to crush Zhuang Mingge and a few people to death.
On the contrary, Zhuang Mingge and Siang fell into an absolute disadvantage in this confrontation, although the two of them stood straight, a large amount of cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, sliding down their faces, and the ground at their feet was wet with sweat.
"Ahhh ”
Zhuang Mingge suddenly roared, and the magic power seed that had been silent for a long time seemed to wake up from its slumber, and a monstrous magic power that shocked everyone instantly burst out.
Zhuang Mingge's magic seed even he didn't know what was going on, he failed to summon the demon and was killed, and when he crossed over to Barrett's body, this magic seed already existed, although it was controlled by himself, but there were indeed many mysterious places that he didn't know much about.
Later, someone sent something into the magic seed, causing the magic seed to mutate further.
The first outbreak Zhuang Mingge obtained the [Pupil of Prediction] such a bug against the sky.
This time the outbreak, the monstrous magic power is like a fierce beast that has been imprisoned for 10,000 years once out of the cage, crushing all the magic power of Warfit, as simple as stepping on an ant, and the remaining magic power bombarded Warfit's body, and even a crisp click can be heard.
Warfit's body shook, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down like a cannonball.
Theon stared at his partner with a stunned face, "Hey, hey, how did you do that?" ”
"Even if you say that...... Well, it's a secret, I can't answer," in fact, Zhuang Mingge himself didn't know very well, how to answer this question, and simply used the secret to block other people's questions.
So Theon nodded understandingly, and said something like "Since it's a secret, forget it."
"Barrett, Nightglow!"
Warfitt, who was jumped into the air, let out an angry roar, although he was the pride of the sky, but his pride and dignity were trampled under the feet of the enemy like this, and his anger had broken through the sky.
"You're going to be a complete enemy of the student union?"
"No, we're against you, Warfit. ”
In the face of Warfitt's question, Theon replied briskly, and he said righteously: "The Saint Laurent Private School of Magic has been established for hundreds of years, and the student union has also been established for hundreds of years. ”
"You're the only one, Warfield Vincent. You are the only one who uses the student union as his own tool, oppresses mixed-race children, suppresses dissidents, Warfit, you are talented, but you have no virtue, you are just a poor person captured by ambition, so you are not qualified to become the student president!"
Theon's counterattack was undoubtedly sharp, pinching the opponent's softest weakness as soon as he came up, striking a blow, waving his arms vigorously while striding forward, approaching Warfit.
Zhuang Mingge was afraid that he would suffer, so he followed him step by step, staring at Warfit.
"It's ridiculous, we're talking about half-breeds learning necromancy, don't you change the subject for me. ”
Sensing Theon's purpose, Warfit brought the conversation back on track.
"No matter how much you quibble, you can't hide the truth, the alliance will study evil and dangerous necromancy, and you half-bloods must be held accountable for this, and all of them will drop out!"
Theon pursed his lips and said, "So, you're completely disqualified." ”
As if he didn't care to continue to fight Warfitt, he stopped and turned to look at the almost invisible dome of the Great Hall, "Everyone, I am Theon Nightglow, the Nightglow family of the Half-Blood Crown Family, I stand here, and I pray for you, put aside the prejudice and discrimination against half-breeds, and recall the purpose of the establishment of the Saint Laurent Private School of Magic, where you are, where you are, where you are, why did the academy you are come about, why did it come to this!"
In the wizarding world, half-breeds are despised and oppressed by pure-bloods, and at first live a life that is worse than death.
As in the past, the status of blacks in the United States.
The Saint Laurent Private School of Magic is an academy specially established by several like-minded comrades in order to change this situation, so that half-breeds can also learn all kinds of magic and thrive.
It can be said that the private magic academy of Yves Saint Laurent is an academy specially established to eliminate the gap between half-breeds and pure-bloods.
It's also the first and only place in the wizarding world where half-breeds have a chance to get stronger.
It was so in the past, and it still is.
"We are standing here today, it is the legacy of our predecessors, it is the grace of our predecessors, who have established the private magic academy of Yves Saint Laurent with great efforts, hoping to eliminate the gap between pure-bloods and half-breeds, whether it is for decades, centuries, thousands of people, every house president, every student president, and even every teacher are working hard for this. ”
Theon's impassioned words made some of the teachers blush, and they quietly lowered their heads and pretended to be ostriches.
"Twenty years ago, no, more than ten years ago, you probably don't know what the situation was like in our academy, so let me tell you about it. ”
Sion said that most students would not know about what happened more than ten years ago, because even five years ago, they had only been in this academy for about five years.
There is a gap of ten years, that is, more than 3,000 days, or even more than ten years.
Being able to briefly recount the events of more than ten years ago, Zhuang Mingge felt that Sion must have done a delicate investigation into this.
The academy more than ten years ago was completely different from now, at that time, the academy was full of laughter, and although there was a gap between half-bloods and pure-bloods, it was common to see half-bloods and pure-bloods eating and laughing together.
Some stupid people will gather together, and some smart people will also gather together.
There will also be mixed-race and pure-bloods in the community, who will compete together, compete, work hard, and chase their dreams.
That's the real college life.
This goes on until a person emerges.
Nate Vincent.
The president of the last student council, the most outstanding heir of the Vincent family, and the elder brother of Warfitt, the strongest and most brilliant young man of the younger generation.
Despite his young age, he is already a big man and has a place in the council of the wizarding world.
If nothing happens, this young man will become the head of the next Vincent family and be active in the wizarding world, becoming a big man among the big guys.
In short, this young man is the idol of countless people, the youngest member of the council in the wizarding world to date.
His future achievements are limitless.
More than ten years ago, after he became the student president, like today's Warfit, he began to deliberately suppress mixed-race children, as the most orthodox pure-blood, the heir of the crown family, he was born superior.
Living in the same college as a half-breed made him feel ashamed.
Because of these people, the sober air here is polluted.
The student council president, who was unattended, made such a declaration in public more than once, not only did the mixed-race live an embarrassing life under his high pressure, but even the pure-bloods who had been close to the mixed-race and took in the mixed-race children were suppressed by him.
For a while, the entire academy was panicked.
During his tenure as student president, at least thirty or fifty mixed-race children dropped out of the academy every year for various reasons, and he became student president in his third year and left the academy in his fifth year.
Within three years, 150 mixed-race children had dropped out.
In the centuries-old history of the private magic school of Yves Saint Laurent, it is nothing short of a miracle.
The combined number of mixed-race children who have dropped out of school over the centuries is less than half of the three years of his reign.
His next student council president, the man who was picked up by Knight, had a very similar style to Knight, and although the number of mixed-race children dropping out of school decreased, the half-breed children's life became more and more difficult.
To this day, in the days when Warfield became the student president, the ambitious man even wanted to wait for his work, expelling all the half-breeds from the academy and creating a college that belonged only to purebloods.
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