The terrifying fluctuations in magic came suddenly, but they did not cause an uproar on campus.

For some reason, this fluctuation only occurred within the confines of Linzhong Lake. More than ten meters away from the shore of the lake, there is a fat squirrel that is digging hazelnuts in the snow. The two young wizards standing on the shore, including the cobra that rolled over in balls, were crushed to the ground by the heavy pressure.

Yelena was pale, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be completely unconscious. But the cobra will flick the tip of its tail from time to time, I don't know if it is a nervous convulsion, or a sign of consciousness.

Zheng Qing didn't know why he was still awake.

But he knew that his sober situation would not last long.

He tilted his head sideways, his cheeks were pressed against the cold mud, he had trouble breathing, his vision was a little blurry because of water vapor or other reasons, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the squirrel was pouting its buttocks, shaving twice, standing up straight, looking left and right, then pouting and re-shaving twice, its big fluffy tail shaking happily in mid-air.

'It's not even as good as a squirrel'

The young public scholarship student lamented in his heart, struggling to mobilize the energy in every cell, while feeling the feeling of magic, consciousness, and power being slowly drained under external pressure.

Nothing can be done, that's the only feeling he feels.

Immediately behind that huge magic fluctuation was a feeling like a spring breeze - tension and relaxation, two completely different contradictions were intertwined, making Zheng Qing's mind blank - I don't know if it was an illusion, in a daze, Zheng Qing always felt that from that feeling of the fragrance of birds and flowers, spring returned to the earth, a rich, full of vitality.

Even the biting cold of winter has been gradually dissipated and almost eliminated under this breath.

"Smack!"

A burst of light shot out from the White Tower, like fireworks, and exploded at a low altitude, scattering colorful sparks in all directions, some landing on the boats, some on the shore of the island in the middle of the lake, and others, with a flash of firelight, straight towards the two young wizards.

At the same time, a low humming sound rippled over the lake.

With the bloom of this 'firework', the heavy pressure over Linzhong Lake slowly dissipated. And in that low humming sound, a translucent halo of light also rose from the White Tower, quickly enveloping the lakeshore area, including the two young wizards.

"Boom!"

A flash of fire from the fireworks landed on the ground with a dull sound.

The firelight dissipated, and a figure in a black robe stood in front of Zheng Qing. The sluggish mind of the young public scholarship student seemed to realize that his safety was guaranteed, and his eyes rolled out, and he fainted like Yelena.

"Why are you still dizzy?"

"That's not going to work!"

In a blur, Zheng Qing seemed to hear a somewhat familiar voice muttering something, but he was too tired. Although the terrifying magic fluctuation just now appeared for a short time, it weighed more than a thousand pounds to the young wizard's spirit, and he just wanted to sleep well with his eyes closed now.

It's just that his idea is destined to be unrealized.

"Well, wake up! It's not the time to sleep! Why are you in this place?"

That familiar voice continued to echo in Zheng Qing's ears, and at the same time, the dazzling light shone through his eyelids and on his pupils, and the originally groggy young wizard gasped and slowly came back to his senses.

By the already slightly dim sky, he vaguely realized that there were several tall figures standing around him.

"Who, who's there...... How long did I faint. Zheng Qing didn't answer the figure's question immediately, but shook his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "What just happened?"

"It's not about you. An unfamiliar voice interrupted the young wizard's question, his tone a little anxious, "I just want to know, how much did you just see?"

How many do you see?

Zheng Qing slowly pondered this strange question, and didn't know where to start - to be precise, he didn't actually see anything: nothing more than the boat convulsed and crashed into the forbidden land of the island in the middle of the lake, and then the seven-story tower on the island glowed and shot a firework.

Oh, by the way, this person in front of me seems to have jumped out of the fireworks!

Zheng Qing squinted, trying to make his vision clearer. Before he fainted, he vaguely remembered that one of the fireworks fell in front of him, revealing a figure in a black robe, and he remembered that the voice was very familiar. It should be one of the people in front of me.

As for the others, they must have appeared after they passed out.

The temporary blindness of the eyes under intense stimulation is rapidly fading under the effects of magic.

Zheng Qing finally saw the wizards standing in front of him clearly. Then he realized that there was nothing wrong with his memory.

Because in the crowd stood a great wizard he was very familiar with, Professor Yao.

At this moment, Professor Yao was facing him sideways, unfolding a large drawing in front of him, gesturing his fingers on it, and raising his head from time to time to look around Linzhong Lake. There were also several strange wizards with old faces and black robes who were around Lao Yao, discussing something in a low and fierce voice.

"Professor?" muttered Zheng Qing, blinking vigorously to know if this was his hallucination.

"Bang!!" A young wizard with high cheekbones and a middle point squatted in front of Zheng Qing's eyes, snapped his fingers hard, and emphasized in an impatient voice: "Attention! attention!"

Zheng Qing came back to his senses at this time: "What?"

Maybe it was the snap of the young wizard's fingers that ruined the atmosphere around him, or maybe it was noticing that Zheng Qing had woken up. Professor Yao glanced back at this side, then nodded, whispered something to an old wizard beside him, and then left the drawing and walked straight to the young public scholarship student.

"Professor!" the young wizard with high cheekbones stood up immediately.

"Well, you go and help them sort out the chaotic magic fluctuations first, and eliminate the after-effects of that outbreak just now. Lao Yao took out his pipe from his arms and lit the public scholarship student lying on the ground: "Just leave these two children to me." ”

"Yes, Professor. The young wizard replied respectfully, turning to leave.

At the same time, Zheng Qing's ears heard Yelena's low exclamation: "What time is it now...... What just happened?!"

The young student struggled, sat up, and followed the gypsy witch's shocked gaze into the distance.

It was only then that he realized for the first time that the lakeside, which was supposed to be a winter scene, was now full of greenery and spring.