Professor Watson, however, paid no attention to the commotion under the podium, and then lowered his head and began to demonstrate himself, without even making a gesture to keep quiet.

The students in the audience were still surprised and protested, but seeing that he was still indifferent, they had no choice but to give up, and they all consciously quieted down and watched seriously.

Professor Watson carefully took a bird out of a small cage and placed it on the lectern.

The bird was small, about the size of a palm. The entire body is grayish-brown, with a distinct blackish-gray ring around the eyes.

It lay motionless on the lectern, not knowing if it was dead or unconscious.

"This is a dumb finch shot down by an infrasound curse, from the morning coma to the present. After leading the students to take the oath, this was the first time Professor Watson had spoken.

"Ah, I know them. Ian whispered suddenly.

"What?" Alan looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"It's a bird that flies over every early morning to feed, in flocks...... You probably haven't seen it, and you're still sleeping at that time. Ian glanced back at them and said, "They are very common in many places, they don't chirp, but they eat quickly, they digest quickly, and they often fly away leaving behind a large patch of guano, so they are not welcome anywhere except in the fields...... When I wake up in the morning, I often see some people on campus who get up earlier than me, like people who specialize in driving these birds, and when they fly over, they wave their wands to chase them away, without giving them a chance to land...... I don't know what kind of magic they used, but I didn't see any effect, and the dumb finches were all driven away, and some of them were shot down and unconscious. ”

"I think that's what Professor Watson just said. Allen said, "I've seen it in books. The high-frequency sounds that only birds can hear with a wand, although we can't hear anything, are a disaster for them, and they will lose their sense of direction and even go straight to a coma. ”

"Looks like this is one of the ones that was shot down in the morning?" asked Riel.

"Well, it should be. ”

By this time, Professor Watson was ready.

He placed his hands over the dumb sparrow, and his hands began to produce a pale blue glow.

"It's like the medical magic that Aunt Heidi gave me when I treated my ankle. Alan felt familiar when he saw the light.

"Well, mom often uses this on me too......"

It didn't take long for the dumb finch's body to begin to react. First its claws began to move, then its eyes slowly opened, and in a few moments it was back on its feet and jumping alive.

Whispers of exclamation and admiration began to emerge from among the students, and the doubts about Professor Watson had almost all gone.

"This is Blood, one of the most commonly used medical magic. "It can promote blood circulation, or speed up cardiopulmonary activity, so that oxygen, medicine, and everything else that the patient needs can penetrate directly into the bloodstream, so that the comatose person can regain consciousness in a short time, or the affected area can more than double the speed of self-repair." ”

"Oh......" Rare said as he nodded slowly, "I always thought my mom was using some kind of advanced magic, but it turned out to be the most basic ......"

"The reason why this magic is the most basic is not because it has a small effect, but because the direct effect it brings is not healing, but promoting, and it is your body itself that really heals. And it's very convenient to use, and it doesn't require any mantra chanting and action commands...... As you know, when the magic power is gathered together, it will reflect a little bit of its own magical properties, so you only need to concentrate the magic power in the hand, and then make a small, continuous, and stable amount of magic output, you can achieve the purpose of making the magic properties appear a little, and then act on the affected area. "Then, until the end of the class, all you have to do is practice on your own. This magic is not difficult to master, keep these words in mind: trace, continuous, steady. As long as your skin feels cool and you can feel it penetrating gradually, you've succeeded. ”

With that, Professor Watson closed the textbook.

Perhaps after sitting on a stool for a long time and wanting to walk, he began to pace slowly around the classroom.

"For those of you who only need to understand the theory, this class is no longer worth keeping you here. As Professor Watson slowly walked to the middle of the room, he glanced at Allen and said, "You can leave early now." ”

"Thank you, Professor. Alan replied politely, then glanced at Freya, "But we have someone to wait." ”

Professor Watson was a little surprised, followed Allen's gaze, and nodded, "Oh, you're talking about...... Freya?"

Alan was a little puzzled, "How do you know?"

"Because Frey came to me and asked me to transfer her to Kevin as much as I could...... Kevin Temnabo can't see where to go. Professor Watson's expression was a little unnatural when he said this, "She has been weak since she was a child, and I have prescribed her medicine. ”

"Uh...... You used to be a doctor?" asked Alan tentatively.

"No, it's not ......," Professor Watson replied simply, but then he was slow to speak.

Alan looked at him a little puzzled, and saw that he was staring in the direction of little Temnabo.

"I used to ...... is the coroner of the Krivari Security Department. "It's just that I have a good personal relationship with the Wagbein family, so I often go to help Freya recuperate." ”

"Coroner?" Alan's heart was startled, and his heart began to beat faster, "You mean...... You also used to work in the Krivary Security Department?"

"Also?" Professor Watson turned his head and stared at Allen.

"Well, because Professor Fran is ...... too"

"How do you know!" Professor Watson's face changed suddenly.

"She told us herself......" Alan was startled and whispered, "uh...... She had a very good relationship with the grandmother of a friend of mine and I happened to be there when she was chatting with my friend before......"

"Your friend...... What's your name?" Professor Watson asked, hesitating.

"Alyssa Dark. ”

"Sure enough......" Professor Watson slumped back in his chair, looking dazed, "it's Monina's granddaughter." ”

"Do you know them?" asked Alan cautiously.

Professor Watson was silent for a long time, as if he had made a lot of determination before he spoke: "Yes." ”

"That ......"

Alan opened his mouth to ask something again, but was interrupted by Professor Watson: "Follow me!"

With that, Professor Watson got up and led him to the back corner of the room.

"What did she tell you?" Professor Watson looked nervous.

"Well, we talked a lot...... About what happened at this school fourteen years ago, and about the death of the Dalkes......" Alan hesitated for a moment and said simply.

"Did she forget the gag order!?" Professor Watson became agitated and shocked at the same time, "She's crazy to tell you about this!!"

"Uh, Professor, we're not going to talk nonsense......"

"You'd better not!" exclaimed Professor Watson, "and there are few living people who know the truth about these two things now!"

Alan was startled by Professor Watson's reaction and remained silent.

"I've been locked up in this prison for fourteen years, and I've had to endure the torment of not being able to tell the truth every day!" Professor Watson became more and more agitated.

"Prison?" Alan startled.

"Yes...... It may be a school for you, but for me, for 14 years I've been forbidden to have contact with my family, and I can only get in touch with them occasionally through a communication light! I can't go out, and I'm under constant surveillance, it's not what a prison is!"

It was only when Alan heard this that he realized why Professor Watson was so reticent. And he also had a faint sense that something was wrong, this school didn't seem to be as simple as it seemed on the surface.

However, perhaps it was a long time since he had this kind of communication with anyone else, which made Professor Watson's emotions suddenly release and seem a little out of control: "I try to forget about this every day...... But the more I tried to forget it, the more clearly I remembered! To this day I still feel like it happened yesterday!"

Alan looked at the gray-haired old man with such uncontrollable emotions and wanted to comfort him a few words, but he felt that it was inappropriate to say anything.

After a long silence, Professor Watson's mood calmed down a little, and he sighed heavily and said to Allen, "Say sorry to your friend for me." ”

Alan was a little surprised: "Why?"

"It's me who failed to keep my oath. ”

"Oath?"

"Yes, I've made the Isgal oath countless times, but ......," Professor Watson said after a pause, then asked, a little confused, "Didn't Fran tell you this?"

"Yes...... Professor Fran only told us about those two events, and didn't say anything about you. ”

Professor Watson took off his glasses when he heard this, wiped the corners of his eyes, and his tone was full of gratitude: "I should thank her......"

Alan looked at him with a puzzled look on his face and did not speak.

"I lied...... But she even helped me save my reputation......" Professor Watson's hands trembled a little.

"Lied?" Alan asked.

"Yes......" Professor Watson sat down, his expression solemn, and motioned for Alan to sit down as well, "Since I need you to help me carry a message to your friend, I think you have a right to know something about me." ”

Alan nodded and sat down, quietly listening to him begin to speak: "Fourteen years ago, I was the one who performed the autopsy on the Dalkes...... Hippold Watson!"