The interior of the Faculty of Theory building is the same as its exterior style, full of the old style of the Dominion.

Wood and bricks are piled up to form a skeleton, polished smooth stone is built into a solid, and the walls that have been painted many times leave traces of time. On weekdays, the people who clean the building are very careful, and there are colorful dried flowers as decorations around each transparent glass window.

The corridors and corridors are adorned with paintings depicting people, young and old, dressed in costumes from centuries ago. According to Mabel, these paintings were left by the nobles who donated the building as a teaching building at that time, and if so, then these people should be members of his family.

Several escalators connect the corridors between the central hall and the three floors, most of which are spacious and tidy enough to accommodate three or four people walking side by side. Only one staircase that extended to the top floor was unsociable, and although it was spacious, only a few steps had leaked, and had now been blocked by a few ropes.

It should be close to class time by now, and the hallway is empty. Only a few people in overalls were discussing something near the isolated staircase, perhaps they were preparing to repair it, with various carpenter's tools and unused materials beside them.

Lizzie followed Mabel to a classroom on the west side of the second floor. After standing in front of the door, which had been peeled off from the decorative gold, she left a sentence of "You wait for me outside the door for a while, and I will go speak first," and walked into the classroom alone.

Looking through the glass on the door, Lizzie saw that there were already quite a few students sitting in the classroom. The total number of these students was about thirty, about the same age as Oscar, and they all wore uniforms of the same style, and the badges representing the theory department were pinned to each of them's chest.

In the eyes of the general public, most of the sorcerer apprentices in the theory department are nerds with poor talent. But from the actual situation now, it is clear that this impression cannot be concealed in a word--few of the apprentices in the classroom can listen quietly to Mabel on the podium.

The dilapidated classroom door was surprisingly soundproof, leading to suspicion that it had been insulated by a soundproof spell - even if Lizzie had her ear to the door, she couldn't hear what Maybel was talking to, only that the students inside were about to boil like a pot of soup.

Lizzie wondered what she had said to make the students react in this way.

After a while, she seemed to finish her sentence, and the expressions of the students in the classroom were different. Then she didn't care about the students' reactions, just walked straight to the door and let Lizzie, who was almost on the verge of sticking her face to the door to get a glimpse, into the classroom.

As soon as they walked into the classroom, the attention of the students, who had been listening quietly to Mabel, completely shifted to Lizzie, who they met for the first time. In an instant, the eyes of the unsympathetic xù fell on Liqi like a flying knife, and this feeling made her uncomfortable.

In order to protect against the wind and rain outside, the doors and windows of the classroom were all locked, and if it weren't for Mabel's still open classroom door, the room would have been completely closed. The lack of moving air was filled with carbon dioxide exhaled by the students, and the air in the classroom was so dull that it was almost suffocating.

Now she was in a position where she could clearly see every face in the class, and of course she herself was watched by more than thirty pairs of eyes. The apprentices looked at her with different expressions, and from time to time someone close to her was discussing in whispers, and they didn't know if they were judging her.

"I'm Lizzie Leinster, and I'm starting to learn about spells with you today in the third class of the first year of this theory department. She didn't know how to introduce herself, which made her face a little gloomy, "In the past, I didn't have a formal school education, and I rarely participated in social activities. If there's something wrong with your appearance, please don't worry about my mood and point it out as much as possible. ”

Maybe Mabel had told them something before, and Lizzie's self-introduction didn't cause any special reaction. The apprentices, who had now become her classmates, just stared at her silently, and then clapped their hands, as if to welcome her into the group.

Lizzie didn't know how to respond to the "welcome" from her classmates, and she looked at Mabel in embarrassment, not good at group action. But the teacher ignored her eyes for help, and just gave her a thumbs up, as if he was complimenting her on taking the first step.

What made Lizzie feel uncomfortable was not these untidy clappings, but the gaze mixed with various feelings. In particular, there were some glances that made Lizzie feel quite uncomfortable, but this feeling was quite difficult to describe, as if there was a faint cold malice sweeping over her body.

Lizzie hated it, and she didn't think she would be disgusted on her first day here. The eye swept across the class, but there was no source of the malice - it quickly vanished. As her gaze flowed over every face, most of the responses were lukewarm smiles.

Lizzie has this feeling when she peeks out the window at the students, who are not all "nerds", but it is still difficult to determine what the specific situation is.

The enthusiasm of the students to express their welcome was not very strong, and the applause only sounded for a while before gradually subsided. Seeing that the matter she had to deal with was settled, Mabel left after assigning Lizzie's seat. Lizzie now has the books she needs for class in the drawer of her desk, and it seems that Mabel has really prepared for it.

Entering the classroom in Mabel's place was a tall man, his square face wrinkled like a dried orange peel, and his gray head neatly combed. If you just extrapolate from his appearance, he is about sixty years old, and his tightly closed mouth and furrowed brows make him seem unapproachable.

Despite the heavy rain today, the air was a little cool, but the temperature in the classroom was still uncomfortable. But he didn't care, and walked in a thick gray robe shaped like a priest's robe, and the heavy white fabric made people feel hot just by seeing him.

He was dressed in a rather strange outfit, almost like a clergyman who traveled from settlement to settlement during the colonial era. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have the emblem of a priest around his neck, Lizzie would have wondered if this lesson was going to be such a boring thing as listening to him talk about the doctrinal rules.

He walked up to the podium and said with a straight face, "Good morning, classmates. ”

His voice was deep and powerful, low as a whisper, but the words were round, and every word could be heard clearly by the apprentices sitting below.

"Good morning, Professor Donovan. ”

As if in response to him, the apprentices replied in unison.

Lizzie felt that this man, Professor Donovan, was influential among the apprentices of the third class of the year, and they were talking to Mabel as the leader in a casual and casual manner. But as soon as this man entered the classroom, their mental outlook was completely different.

It was as if his presence alone was a deterrent, allowing the apprentices to maintain the necessary quiet and discipline. Everyone sat fairly upright, their backs straight, and a few of the apprentices even twitched their chairs forward to make their bodies appear more straight.

Seeing the apprentice with a picture of "I'm serious" on his watch, Professor Donovan's face, which had been straight, moved slightly. The piercing eyes warmed up. However, he didn't say much, just counted the attendees a little and then pulled out the list to prepare for the roll call.

After reading the names of the class, and finally calling Lizzie's name, he stopped and said, "Lizzie Leonster." Very good, very good, a new face has been added to the class I teach. ”

Then he looked at Liqi, who was sitting in the last row, and said in a stern tone: "I heard Holmion say about you, when you were on the entrance inspection, your written test results were very strict." I know that you didn't have a full education because you were sick, and that's understandable. It's just that now that you have entered the academy, I hope you can make up for all these missing subjects. ”

"The content of my class is about ancient writing, and I am very pleased to hear that you have achieved good results in this area. His dark brown eyes were full of the glow of time, "But I also want you, and all of you, to always remember one thing. ”

"Words have power, and you must be very cautious when using these crystals of wisdom. ”

After saying these words with a stern expression, he announced the official class.

The content of this lesson is about the ancient words of the concept of "flame", from "light and heat" representing the flame itself, to "dryness" representing decay and withering, and then to "energy" representing healing and healing, these words all contain the concept of fire, and are also related to the energy from ** such as magic.

Lizzie honestly took notes, taking every word Donovan said into her notebook.

In fact, the concepts of these ancient characters taught in class are only at the introductory level, and her exploration of the concepts contained in these powerful "words" has stepped into a deeper level. The reason why I write these down now is just to remember the scope of my answer to the question.

"I think you should write it down in your notebook, even though I don't necessarily use it as an exam question. He left a board on the blackboard with chalk, "But this knowledge will be used in the future, and it will be used in the Rubik's Cubes and the Theory of Spell Organization." ”

Ancient writing itself has a certain power, and if the magic of the catalytic reaction is injected with the writing at the same time, these "symbols" will form a phenomenon like magic. In ancient times, when spells were not widespread, these words were once the monopoly of knowledge by magicians.

To be honest, even Liqi, who has never been to school for a day, can definitely feel that Professor Donovan's teaching skills are very good. The original boring ancient philology became easy to understand and quite vivid under his expression, and his occasional advice would keep the students from falling behind.

Before I knew it, the bell was ringing. Lizzie's first class at the academy had made a good impression on her, and she could now see one of the reasons why Professor Donovan was respected by his students. If the faculty of the academy can be at the level of Professor Donovon, then it would be a good choice for her to join the academy.

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