Lizzie originally thought that as long as she had a formal education at the academy, the teaching-related content would be on the schedule, and there would be no time to rest from the beginning to the end.

But the truth was very different from what she imagined.

After the ancient writing class, Professor Donovan quickly left the classroom in his heavy, stuffy robes. Most of the apprentices who stayed behind also began to do their own thing, some talked in groups, and some took out extracurricular books and flipped through them at will... There are people who do everything, but no one takes the initiative to talk to Lizzie.

Lizzie didn't think that she would become the center of attention when she transferred in the middle of the semester, in fact, Curt had already learned from the eldest sister that it was not uncommon for students to transfer to Catris College in the middle of the semester - after all, this prestigious college was built on the Dominion of the Ocean Center, and some students from overseas often failed to catch up with the entrance exams and opening ceremonies for various reasons, and it was normal for them to transfer in the middle of the semester.

And Lizzie is also reluctant to network with these students, which she always thinks is often the culprit of trouble. Besides, Liqi is more concerned about what kind of education she wants to receive than these trivial things, which is one of the purposes for her to enter the academy.

Lizzie was curious about how the education of the Wizard would change with the modern world, and she looked forward to it when she thought about it. But seeing that it was now more than ten minutes before the end of the first class, the next class she had been looking forward to had not started for a long time.

When she looked left and right, trying to find a suitable person to ask, someone immediately sent her door.

"Miss Leinster. A well-faced boy walked up to Lizzie and greeted her in a light voice, "Hello, nice to meet you." ”

Lizzie remembered the boy in front of her, who had been called up by Donovan in Professor Donovan's ancient writing class and answered a question about the use of ancient characters. At that time, he answered Donovan's question perfectly, earning himself three points for his usual score.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you as well. But, who are you?"

The trouble is that although Lizzie remembers him as a person, she doesn't know what to call him. She wanted to maintain her usual style and speak coldly like she did with Oscar, but when she thought that she still needed someone in charge of explaining the situation of the academy, she could only respond to his greetings bluntly.

"I haven't had a chance to introduce myself before, I'm Jon Fried – of course, you can just call me Jon. At the same time, I am also the head of the third class of the first year of the theory department, so if you don't know anything about the college, you can ask me directly. ”

Among the many apprentices in the third class of the first grade who still have a little childishness, only his words and deeds are particularly mature, which makes people feel that his background should be good at a glance. His gentle face makes him look very easy to get along with, and his meticulous dress shows his rigorous character.

Lizzie looked secretly at Jon Fried in front of her, the boy with a crisp brown head and hazel eyes. His style of conversation was very similar to that of a young master, but Lizzie noticed that he stood in a way that looked like he had been trained to do so, without a trace of flaws.

- What a wonderful person.

Maybe he has his own story, but Lizzie doesn't care. The only topics she is interested in now are the arrangement of three classes a year and the specifics of college life.

"I see, it seems that you really have no education. After listening to Lizzie's question, Jon had an obvious wry smile on his face, "It's really not easy for you to be admitted to Catrice Academy, which values students' abilities just by self-study. ”

After marveling at Lizzie's abilities, he began to introduce her to the Academy.

The High School of Catrice College has only three classes a day, and each class has one hour. This may be due to the receptivity of the apprentices, so there are not many classes scheduled every day. There is a three-quarter break between the two classes in the morning, and the end of the afternoon class is the time for club activities.

He handed Lizzie a table with the school's schedule showing that the college started classes at half past nine in the morning, the first class ended at half past ten, and the second class began at eleven o'clock after a three-quarter break. The lunch break is one and a half hours, and the afternoon class begins at thirteen and a half o'clock.

Liki, who was always at home, had dulled her sense of the alternation of day and night, and instead she had become more sensitive to the passage of time. This is a skill that she always has to constantly check with her pocket watch when she actually blends alchemy potions at home, so she gradually cultivates such skills over time.

Even so, she felt that this time was too much.

"We're going to take a total of eight courses this semester. ”

Seeing that Lizzie doesn't speak, Jon begins to brief her on the content of her lesson.

"In addition to Professor Donovan's ancient writing course, the major courses include three courses: Spell Weaving, Basic Elemental Spells, and Spell Casting Specifications, and the minor courses include Alchemy Potion and Rubik's Cube. The remaining two subjects are the history that Miss Maybell is in charge of, and the other is the sports class that Mr. An Ran is in charge of. ”

Professor Donovan in the Ancient Writing class was the oldest and most capable of all the teachers. Not only the students of the third class of the first year of the theory department, but everyone in the school respected him very much, and his words also carried a lot of weight in the college. And according to other teachers, he had been teaching at the Cutrice Academy for almost thirty years, and his trademark robe has been worn ever since.

Why did he dress up like this? Although there are many opinions, there is still no answer.

The teachers of the two courses of Spell Weaving and Rubik's Cube Structure are the same person, and this tall lanky man named Disca is simply the reverse of Professor Donovan's image. He not only likes to joke, but also likes to wave his "acting talent" at will, stirring up the atmosphere of the class very lively.

"I don't really like his style of teaching, but I have to admit that he is very talented. Jon said indifferently, "Not in terms of classes, but in the way of casting spells." He's very good, much better than most people I've ever seen, but it's hard to say otherwise. ”

Lizzie sensed that Jon's evaluation of Discar seemed to be a mixture of rather complex feelings, as if it contained jealousy and resentment, in addition to many more complex and difficult to explain. Such a strong emotion is rare, but she didn't ask too much about it, but silently memorized this information in her head.

Compared to Disca, which makes the class atmosphere relaxed and lively, the spell casting specification has definitely become the most boring and boring class under the influence of the teacher. The middle-aged woman named Hall looked like an old witch who only appeared in fairy tales.

In each class, she would stand hunched over the podium, repeating the clichés of the textbook in a sharp, trembling tone. Her buzzing voice was sleepy like a lullaby, but every time she was just right to shout out to keep them focused and jot down what she said when someone started to doze off.

"Attention! Attention! These things are important—you're in bad luck if you don't pay attention to them!" Jon pinched his throat and mimicked what Hall said to Lizzie, "I know what he's talking about is important, maybe even a matter of life and death, but the way she teaches is just boring." ”

In fact, it was not that the students were unwilling to listen to the lecture, but it was just that Hall was too blunt in the content of the textbook - he said it - he felt that if Hall was willing to come up with some relevant materials and cases as an aid to the textbook, then the class should not be as inspiring as it is now.

Araric, the teacher of the Basic Elemental Spells class, could be said to have no sense of self-esteem, and probably more than half of the people in the class couldn't remember his name. For the theory department, this course is the least valued inspection item - after all, most of the people who fall into the theory department are junior students who have a very poor talent for spell casting and can only use theory to make up for the gap in practical operation. Therefore, this teacher is also decent in class, without the slightest bright spot.

And Dan Bodo, the teacher of the alchemy potion class, is definitely a strange person, and his office is full of strange things collected from all over the world. From the weird puppets used by the spellcasters of the Dark Big 6 Indigenous tribes to the glass bottles soaked in animal carcasses, there's everything inexplicable.

The apprentices were looking forward to the big bearded man's lesson, for every once in a while strange decorations were added to his office—nothing else had been seen so far. In his spare time, he would energetically talk to the students about the origin of these ornaments, and share the stories of his adventurer friends who had ventured in places that had not yet been cultivated.

These are just the courses that are marked on the curriculum, but the school also organizes some large-scale school-wide educational activities in its free time.

For example, on a clear night, the apprentices would sometimes get out of bed in the middle of the night and gather at the top of the Silver Shine Tower to look at the sky with binoculars. At this time, there is always an old professor named Nix who will teach them about the names of the stars and their orbits.

Sometimes they also need to go to the academy's greenhouse to learn about botany. The class is led by a short and fat man named Morrick, who is always happy to tell the students how to find these strange mushrooms and herbs in the wild, and how to use them correctly. Sometimes, he would even lead the students to the mountains and fields of the college's private lands, and explain them how to collect materials in the field.

"Well, I see, thank you for explaining it to me. Lizzie nodded her gratitude to Jon, "But with all that said, why don't you tell us about Miss Mabel's history class and that sports class?

She still can't forget the history questions in which she deducted a large amount of her marks during the entrance exam, and she also didn't know why she had never heard of the sports class.

"Well, you can feel it for yourself. It's definitely more intuitive to experience it in person than to hear from me. ”

Jon pointed to the door, where Mabel was walking into the classroom with a heavy bag of folders.

Looking at the pile of information that was comparable to turning her head, Lizzie suddenly had a bad premonition.

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