Chapter 11: The Tournament of Magic
A few minutes later, the trio returned to the main school building.
Under the introduction of Lorinda, Leo and Lorsas joined Intermediate 1 and started a new career in Intermediate 1.
Looking at the kind old professor who nodded and smiled at them, both of them felt that they had instantly returned to the normal human world.
At the same time, the nightmare is slowly unfolding. I'm about to study with Geralson, and it's still scary to think about. What means would a person who can torture himself use to torture his students?
However, Leo has some expectations, he is willing to work hard for his goals, and he has no complaints, and it is clear that Geralsson is a good guide in this regard. And he also believes that Geralson must have his own goals, and a person without goals can't do such things.
"Is it the resonance between perverts?" is often called perverts by familiar people, so Leo suddenly had such a strange idea.
He quickly shook his head and shook the thought out of his head. I'm not a pervert, I'm just working harder than others.
Of course, Lothas, who was sitting next to him, couldn't know Leo's thoughts, and immediately cast a puzzled look: "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. Leo smiled and whispered, "We'll be classmates again in the future." ā
This was obviously a perfunctory remark, causing Lore Sarston to pout and turn to look at the professor in front of him, who was writing on the blackboard.
At this time, the old professor finished writing and said loudly: "Since the two new students have been added, then I will repeat the previous content roughly, if the two students can't fully understand, they can find me after class." ā
"We already know that by controlling the magic to form a matrix and arrangement, we can create different things and produce different effects. But if we use the 'biological magic' of the soul to guide the 'natural magic' in space, the ratio of 'biological magic' to 'natural magic' is used. The Carmel coefficient must be fully conformed to. ā
"In other words, if the 'biological magic' causes the 'natural magic' to change, it has a stable threshold. Of course, the recombination and arrangement of magic power will also consume mental power, and it also needs to be 'mapped in time' to evolve, and the correlation between this can also be accurately measured by relying on the Carmore equation......"
The professor on the stage was explaining carefully, and Leo was also listening and recording carefully.
However, no one noticed that Lothas's face seemed to be slightly more rosy than before.
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At the end of the day, the time blink to five o'clock in the afternoon, Leo and Sanders went to the cafeteria together.
According to his plan. After dinner at about half past five, I immediately went to the main building to study with Gerarson until eight o'clock, then took a short rest, and at nine o'clock I went to the Desway Visvi yĆ n room of the Necromantic School to participate in the meditation class taught by Professor Doria.
"It's really a lot of time. Leo thought as he put a hard paste into his mouth.
Even though he had been here for more than half a year, Leo still hadn't adapted to the food that Ravinton had served. Every time he ate, he had a feeling of being tortured.
Sanders' situation is even worse. This young master of the magic family, who has been clothed and fed since he was a child, can endure this kind of food, so that his body is a little thinner than when he first entered school.
"Alas. I really want to eat some roasted white-tailed venison. The little fat man muttered in anguish.
"Who told you to eat everything you brought in one go. I said let you keep a little ......," Leo said helplessly.
Sanders looked aggrieved: "I can't control it! You know, when I see venison, my hands and mouth will be out of my head." ā
Leo was amused by Sanders' response and was about to say a few words. A man suddenly stopped at their table.
It was a twenty-two or three-year-old boy with a smile on his face and a very kind look.
See Leo's searching gaze. He immediately waved his hand and said, "Hi Leo, hello." ā
"Are you?" Leo felt that the boy looked familiar, but for a moment remembered where he had seen it again.
"I'm Huntley, and I'm in the same class as you. Now I am the class leader of the intermediate 1 class. The boy replied, "May I sit down?"
"Absolutely. Leo immediately made a gesture of please.
Just like the school in the previous life, there are class presidents in the classes of the Academy of Magic, but apart from the occasional transmission of some information about the Academy, there is hardly any sense of existence. Leo remembered that the previous leader of the junior class was none other than Falkbed, who had some contradictions with him.
Huntley was not polite, sat down, and said, "That's right, I have something to tell you." ā
After a pause, he continued, "In a little while, the Magic Tournament will start, so I'd like to get to know you and see which one I can sign you up for. ā
"Magic Tournament? what's that?" Sanders interjected.
Huntley glanced at Sanders and patiently explained, "It's a competition organized by the academy, once every three years, to provide a platform for our students to compete in magical skills. ā
"Oh, oh, is there going to be a duel in the ring?" Sanders immediately came to his senses. Being in a magic family, he doesn't watch a lot of things like magic duels that he likes to see.
"How can it be, we are all academics, and we generally don't do anything to fight and kill. Competitive competitions are mainly to compete in the accuracy, intensity, and proficiency of spell casting. Huntley replied, turned to Leo again, and asked, "What are you good at?"
Leo knew his own situation, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This...... I'm afraid I don't have much time to compete. ā
"That's not good, the competition is a class competition, and you are now a member of our Intermediate Class 1, how can you not participate? As far as I know, there has never been a situation where Class 1 has been defeated by another class before. Henriet said very seriously, and then lowered his voice: "Let me tell you another secret, I heard from the student council president, Senior Sister Lea, that the dean intends to re-participate in the competition held by Lordaeron. And the table of this competition will also be added to the rating of the final selection personnel. ā
After finishing speaking, the young man stood up and blinked: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse, think about what you're good at, and just give me a reply next week." ā
"Lordaeron......" Leo fell into thought, completely unaware that the young man had already left.
He has always had a vision for the Magic Capital, and if there will be a rating for this tournament, then it really needs to be studied carefully. (To be continued......)