As the professors continued to enter the auditorium, Aini's sleek new hairstyle soon became the center of attention.

Swallowing the steak in his mouth, he smiled casually at the strange and inquiring gazes around him.

Well, that's right, I'm not embarrassed, I'm not embarrassed at all.

A whole day of magical accidents failed to do him any real damage, and the electricity of the explosion was like a crazy wolfhound, gnawing Aini's otherwise smooth hair into a mess.

Helplessly, a bald head is better than a large area of baldness to look at, and Aini had to be ruthless with her hair.

Finally waiting for the old headmaster to finish eating, Ani stroked the corners of his mouth that was smiling stiffly, and hurriedly followed Dumbledore's footsteps.

"Maybe I forgot to tell you that wizards don't usually choose to use lightning in battle, they're too difficult to control."

The two sat down on the couch in the headmaster's room, and Dumbledore looked at Ani's big bald head and smiled.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I'd appreciate it even more if you could put a smile on your face."

Ani glanced at Dumbledore angrily, this old man who was disrespectful to the old man was very bad.

"I'm sorry, but please forgive an old man for his rare happiness."

Dumbledore was still smiling, although Ani himself wanted to enjoy new life and youth at will, and his daily performance was not at all like an old guy who had been a man in two lives, but after all, he had the memories of his previous life, and he didn't have the frizz of a young man when dealing with many things, and he couldn't help but look a little old.

Dumbledore wanted his successor to be a good man, and whether it was strength, temperament, or means of dealing with things, Aini met his standards perfectly.

Dumbledore also wanted every child in the school to enjoy their own life, and the teenage Ani did a lot of things that he should have done as a hundred-year-old.

The old age of the young man even made the old headmaster feel a little guilty, after all, it was his proposal to let Ani teach at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore was happy about the other party's growth, but he thought that he had made him lose the days of his indulgent youth.

So when Ani occasionally behaves childishly, the old headmaster is always happy.

"Don't worry, you still have a long way to go. I didn't expect you to cross that line so quickly, actually, ......."

Dumbledore groaned, as if considering the next words.

"Aini, what do you think the spell is?"

"Contracts, spells are contracts made between wizards and the world."

When the old headmaster asked, Ani was thinking about whether he should mail himself a wig, and he gave the answer without thinking.

Then his heart moved, the two had discussed this topic before, and now Dumbledore must not have asked for the last answer he had received.

Sure enough, immediately the White Wizard gave a new answer.

"A two-way contract, both parties should have to give and gain, modern spells do not consume mana, as long as the mental exhaustion can be overcome, the wizard can continue to cast spells until he faints, and even then, he still has plenty of energy.

It seems that the world has been giving without asking for anything in return, just like a single contract has been signed, and the wizard is the one who enjoys the benefits."

Dumbledore's tone was calm, but he was absorbed in Ani's thoughts.

"Do you know Tyri Fluorescent Grass?"

As Ani pondered, the old headmaster suddenly threw out a question that seemed unrelated to the previous one.

"Tiri Fluorescent Grass, native to the Manchak Swamp in Louisiana, USA, can absorb xenomorphic magic, and the living plant has a weak intelligence, and has an amazing effect on healing dark magic and potion damage, but it has become extinct due to human destruction."

As a Potions Master, it's natural to know this legendary material by heart, and Tiri Fluorescent Grass is too dependent on the environment to be transplanted.

Back then, many people who had been damaged by dark magic and could not be cured would venture into the depths of the Manchak swamp to find Tiri Fluorescent Grass, for which xenomorph energy was a special nourishment.

Once found, simply place it

The wound is close to the root system of the Tiri Fluorescent Grass, and it will feast on the meal delivered to its door.

Those little ones saved a lot of people, but they brought disaster to themselves, and were maliciously destroyed in the era of rampant black magic.

Ani sighed regretfully, and her eyes lit up!

"What you mean is that people who have been harmed by the dark arts are to Tyri Fluorescent Grass, who is very affectionate when they enjoy a good meal as a gratuitous gift from the other party.

In this way, when we use the spell, the world will get what she wants, but what we think of as 'giving' is precisely the gain!"

"Perfect reasoning, the peeps from the outside world are expanding their influence here all the time, as aborigines, when the world provides us with magic, we will also wash away the otherworldly aura on the magic and make the blue star more pure.

Spells can also be seen as a means of self-purification for Blue Star, so it is not difficult to create new spells in the early stages, and every Grand Wizard can do it. All we need to do is build a spell model, recite the spell, and there will be an inexplicable will that will guide us to connect the two."

Ani listened intently to what the Headmaster had to say, and there were vague hints in some ancient books, but not as intuitive as Dumbledore's.

"Albus, I'm doing a good job of forming my magic, but I've been stuck on the last step for the whole day, and I can't connect the spell effects to the spell at all."

As she spoke, Ani constructed the rudiments of her previous spells in her hands.

"Hey, be careful!"

"Don't build a spell model here!"

"Do you want to blow up our old guys?!"

Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, the portrait on the wall next to him shouted at you and me.

Several former headmasters stared angrily at Ani, frustrated with the reckless imp.

There are also some who are indifferent and busy with their own affairs, and a few old-school wizards look at the thunder and lightning jumping on their fingertips with great interest, and seem to appreciate the young and promising juniors in front of them very much.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Ani smiled and quickly dispersed the thunder in his palm.

"Good spell, you're growing faster than I expected once again."

Dumbledore clapped softly, turned around and pulled out a purple magic book from the shelf, and the palm of his hand floated towards Ani.

"11 Kinds of Coldness Spells", a book made of parchment, the cover is so worn that most of the signatures are no longer legible, and only Blake's words can barely be seen.

"There's a spell in it that's very similar to the spell you just built, and in the case of a spell of the same kind, it's hard to be recognized by the rules unless the latter has a noticeable improvement in effect.

Magic intensity, cast time, cast difficulty, mental load, and mana cost are the criteria for the rules."

Aini flipped through the seventh page of the spell book according to the table of contents, and the spells on it were striking from the model she had constructed.