Holding the textbook, Herney patiently explained to Professor Delin:

"This is what Professor Victor allows."

"Professor Victor isn't here, so I've been instructed to teach the professor."

However, in exchange for a sneering sneer.

"You're just a teaching assistant, and you haven't even stepped into the threshold of a first-order mage, what level can you lecrate?"

"And you still give lectures to the best classes in the academy, do you know what a difficult task it is?"

"If a student's grades slip, can you afford to take that responsibility?"

Most of the main students in the Royal Academy of Magic are still from the aristocracy, especially the most talented class, and there are very few civilian students.

To Devon, teaching a class like Hernie, who wasn't even a commoner, was as funny as a beggar telling the emperor how delicious the steamed buns were.

Professor Devon twisted his fat body, and just a few steps and a few words made him feel a little tired.

He took a handkerchief out of his coat pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

Seeing Professor Devon like this, Hernie couldn't help but avoid three points.

Instead, Professor Devon continued:

"A class should have the best teacher resources, and you go and give them a magic lesson? What qualifications do refugees who are not even civilians be taught! ”

"I see you're still the same as before, get out of the academy quickly! Don't let me see you again! ”

The more Delin spoke, the more excited he became, and his saliva began to squirt.

Luckily, Hernie stood far enough away that saliva didn't fall on her.

Hernie couldn't help but retort: "This is Professor Victor's course, the professor is not in the academy now, and I, as a teaching assistant, naturally have the obligation to prepare the professor for the course, do you have any questions?" ”

As soon as Devin heard Herney mention Victor's name several times, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he looked at her coldly and said:

"You little devil knows a lot."

"Still, don't mention that bastard of Victor in front of me."

Hernie's face turned red, her heart pounded, and there seemed to be some sparks flashing in her eyes:

"Professor Devon! You're insulting Mr. Victor! ”

"Professor Victor is the youngest third-order mage in the academy! Knowledgeable, why do you say that about him? ”

"Why do I say that about him?"

Professor Devon's voice suddenly rose a little, and he said sarcastically:

"You'd better find out what he's been doing since he's been away for so many days before you talk to me!"

As he spoke, he threw out a magic guide stone.

The magic guide stone stopped in mid-air, turned around, and slowly lit up, and a picture appeared in front of the two of them.

In the picture, the volcano is about to erupt, countless mages are standing on the mountainside and preparing to urge the war magic, and the volcano suddenly shakes, like a sky-high demonic beast about to be angry.

A violent white light lit up in an instant, occupying the entire picture.

Afterward, the Magic Stone lost its luster and fell to the ground, grunting and rolling at Professor Devon's feet.

Professor Devon moved away, saw the magic guide stone under his feet, and picked it up again.

He sneered at Herney and asked, "What do you see?" ”

Hernie was very puzzled, she knew about a large number of mages leaving the royal capital some time ago, but about the volcanic eruption, a little person like her naturally had no chance of contact at all.

So she naturally didn't know about the turmoil in the royal capital in recent days.

Now, Professor Devon has an explanation:

"Volcanoes don't erupt naturally!"

"It's something that someone did on purpose!"

Hearing this, Hernie's body shook slightly.

"Do you want to know who it is?"

Hernie looked at Professor Devon's cold gaze and had some speculation in her heart, but she immediately dismissed the idea.

Delin caught her hesitation and sneered:

"That's right, it's the noble Professor Victor in your mouth!"

"It was he who provoked the natural disaster and caused the volcano to erupt, so, he paid the price for his actions, he died in the volcano!"

Hearing this, Hernie shook her head and hurriedly retorted:

"Impossible! How could a professor possibly do such a thing? ”

"He is so powerful, how could he die in a volcano!"

Professor Devon shook his head disdainfully and continued:

"A refugee is a refugee, and he almost caused a catastrophe that cannot be prevented."

"But what about you? actually cared about whether he was dead or not for the first time? . ”

"Garbage is garbage! You should just stay in the garbage heap instead of coming to the magic academy to affect the environment! ”

Hernie's eyes glazed over, and she stood still, saying the word 'impossible' over and over again.

Devon shook his head, completely unconcerned about Hernie's horror, and continued:

"This is a fact recognized by all mages."

"It won't be long before the Emperor pronounces Viktor's guilt."

Hernie reacted suddenly, the Devon Professor in front of her was one of the few second-order mages who hadn't left some time ago.

So he didn't see it with his own eyes.

She asked in a trembling voice:

"So you didn't really see Professor Victor die, did you?"

"So what? The crimes he committed are irreparable! Even if he didn't die, he didn't have the face to continue to stay in the royal capital! ”

Professor Devon couldn't help but get excited at the thought of what had happened to Victor, sweating all over his body and soaking his thin clothes.

"Heh, I'll apply to the dean, and tomorrow, Victor's course will be handed over to me."

"As for you, pack your things early and get out of the academy!"

Like a haughty rooster, Professor Devon looked up at Hernie with contempt and swaggered away.

Hernie was left alone and stood quietly around the corner with a book in her arms.

Her brain was confused, and she could only subconsciously walk towards the class.

As soon as I entered the first class, the sound that was not too noisy also quieted down.

The students saw the familiar Teaching Assistant Hernie, and no one reacted too much.

These days, by the time Professor Victor left, Assistant Professor Hernie's teaching ability had been largely recognized by all students.

But today's teaching assistant seems to be a little wrong.

The usual ease and cordiality are gone, replaced by absent-mindedness and a sad face.

Hernie walked up to the podium with a heavy weight and placed the thick book on the podium.

Her eyes scanned the students below, and she looked specifically at the front seat.

It was Erica's place, and at this time, it was empty.

Like Professor Victor, Erica hadn't been to the school for a long time since the mages left the royal capital.

The two of them disappeared together as if they had agreed, leaving Hernie without even a person to talk to.

She desperately wants to know the truth of the matter, including whether Victor is really dead.

But Erica wasn't there, and she didn't have any sources.

So Hernie could only start the lecture with a forced smile.

In any case, these students cannot afford to fall behind in their courses.

"Okay, we're going to talk about the Composition of the Empire's Traditional Magic Patterns in this lesson....."

Soon, Hernie was back in shape, and the students in the audience listened intently.

Everything seems to be going so well.

Halfway through the class, Hernie was reading the literature when she was stunned.

The contents of the book were covered in a line of black text, and they squirmed on the pages as if they were alive.

Hernie was startled, and the book slammed down on the podium.

The black text kept stretching out its tentacles and spreading around, as if it was about to wrap around Hernie's body in the next second.

The words scattered in the book gradually became frenzied, and they were frantically thirsting for something.

The text remains the same—

'Do you want power?' ’

Henny couldn't stand it anymore, she suddenly slapped the lectern and shouted angrily:

"I don't need to!"

At this moment, there was silence in the classroom, and the students were all stunned, not knowing what stimulation Assistant Hernie had received, and why her emotions had suddenly become so excited.

After venting, Hernie reacted, and could only bow her head to the students and say sorry.

Then he picked up the book and absentmindedly finished the lesson.

After the bell rang for the end of class, Hernie didn't even announce the end of class, and rushed out the door with her books in her hands as soon as possible.

Walking on the road, Hernie lowered her head and said nothing.

She felt the eyes of many people around her staring at her, which strangely annoyed her.

Hernie looked back suddenly, and the passers-by around her were either hurrying away, looking down at the book, or telling jokes in pairs, and no one was staring at her.

Perhaps it was Professor Devon's words today that affected her mentality.

Hernie struggled to keep herself from thinking about Victor, and until now, she wished Professor Victor hadn't died.

The only person who cares about her in this academy is Victor.

"Stop."

A cold and proud voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Hernie shuddered and turned her head.

What she saw was, Professor Devon.

Professor Devon arrogantly took a piece of paper and threw it in front of Herney.

Hernie picked it up and looked at it, incredulous.

What is clearly written on it is:

Since Professor Victor has not been able to return to the Academy, Professor Devin will take over the next class. ’

Seeing this, Hernie's body trembled slightly, and her face became much paler, and she looked at Professor Devon in disbelief.

Professor Devon in front of him looked at Hernie with a triumphant look on his face and said:

"As a professor, I have the right to fire a teaching assistant like you who isn't even a mage."

"From tomorrow, you don't have to come to the academy again!"

The book in Heni's hand suddenly rose with an astonishing flame, like a poisonous snake, frantically devouring.

No matter how much Hernie tried to flutter, the burning pain of her hands could not extinguish it.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry, and her voice cried out with a crying voice:

"Don't! No! ”

But the flames of magic are not so easy to extinguish.

At last, Hernie, who had resisted to no avail, fell to her knees in grief, covered in dust, and the book full of her knowledge was reduced to ashes.

That was her only work, her knowledge, her dream.

and they were all burned up in the flames.

More and more people gathered on the side of the road, but no one stepped forward to comfort them.

No one cares about a little teaching assistant, especially someone like her.

Professor Devon humiliated her in public and left satisfied.

Throughout, he didn't put Hernie in his eyes.

This is the hostility of others towards Victor.

After Hernie became Victor's assistant coach, they transferred their hostility towards Victor to Herney.

Even if she's just an innocent teaching assistant.

In the eyes of others, Hernie is an obvious punching bag.

When these people bullied her, they had no psychological burden at all.

At this time, the ground seemed to be enchanted and those black words rose again, dark and deep.

Unlike before, they became more violent, more twisted, and more torn.

As if carrying an ominous messenger, he appeared in front of Hernie again.

'Do you want power?' ’

And this time, Hernie's answer was:

"I want power, and if I can, I want to have power......"

She hated her own incompetence, her own weakness.

It was he who dragged Professor Victor back.

She didn't want to go on like this.

After Hernie answered, the black text stopped wriggling as if it had frozen, dissipating like a gust of wind.

So Hernie waited.

She hoped that a force would suddenly come upon her.

She wished she was no longer so vulnerable to being bullied by others.

She hopes that she can better help Professor Victor and help those who care about her.

Finally, a second, two seconds, three seconds......

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"Haha! You see, she really believes! ”

"I knew it, just as Professor Devon said. A waste like her who has no talent, if she sees a shortcut to become stronger, she will definitely believe it! ”

"The guy who tries to get something for nothing, day by day only thinks about whether he can become stronger. But even if you work hard, you won't pay at all! ”

Laughter rang out from all around, and several students scurried out of the grass, clutching their stomachs in front of Hernie.

The laughter was like a mocking knife stabbing into Heni's internal organs, and the indescribable grievances rushed to her throat, and she couldn't say half a word.

Hernie lowered her head and buried her face in her robes.

'Don't cry......

Passers-by watched, and mocking laughter all around.

It's like a knife cut after a knife.

She didn't feel the pain, but it was as if her heart was bleeding.

'Don't cry, Hernie! Don't cry! ’

The tears that have been holding back can no longer be suppressed.

Tears fell on the ground like pearls.

It was poured on the ashes and stained the robes.

A shrill hoarse cry echoed on the side of the road.

It's like trying to completely cut off the merciless ridicule and indifferent contempt.