Unlike other courses that are officially included in the program, practical classes are not very strict for the instructors. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For example, teachers in practical classes do not need to have a very outstanding professional foundation, do not need to be proficient in more than three foreign languages, do not need to have more than five years of teaching experience in colleges and universities, and do not need to lead large-scale experiments reported in the Wizarding League, or have published academic papers in journals with an impact factor.

First, there are only two requirements for practical teachers: first, have the level of registered wizard, and second, have more than three years of experience in demon hunting (experience in hunting team organization is preferred).

For the many young and inexperienced teaching assistants at First University, there is no better classroom for them than practical classes.

But Hilda is not among them.

Hilda Don Alfonso is a member of the First University Teaching Assistants.

Although it has been less than five years since he graduated from Alpha Academy, Hilda has been hunting demons for almost a decade.

At the age of fifteen, he was allowed to enter the family's hunting grounds, and at the age of eighteen, after coming to the First University, he plunged headlong into the various hunting grounds of Alpha.

His dream is to lead a hunting team to wander the world in the new world of freedom, rather than guarding the dozens of young faces in front of him in this cramped campus.

Yes, the campus of First University is simply too small and too narrow for a young registered wizard.

It doesn't take a minute to walk around the island with a retreat;

As small as every day from morning to night, there are always a few familiar faces in front of me, which is exhausting;

So small that he couldn't avoid the pervasive guardian array, and do some interesting little experiments as he wanted.

It's just that, as a member of Alfonso, a famous family in the wizarding world, Hilda Don Alfonso has not had many choices since she was a child.

When he was five years old, his grandfather taught him how to clean the crucible, how to master the heat, and how to mix painkillers.

When he was ten years old, his mother began to make him recite the history of the Alfonso family, the strange coats of arms and the enemies of eight lifetimes ago, and he had no choice but to accept the history of the wizarding family honestly.

When he was fifteen years old, his father threw him into the family's hunting grounds, leaving him to struggle on the brink of life and death with rudimentary magic tools and cheap magic books.

At the age of twenty, he is already an excellent public-funded student at the First University, and has held an important position in the school hunting team, but in the face of the invitation of the Blood Friends Association, he still has no choice, and can only bear the honor of the family helplessly.

Until now, five years after graduation, Hilda still doesn't have many options.

Although he dreams of leading a hunting team and making a name for himself in the New World, in reality, he can only stay at First University in peace, serving as an honorable and insignificant teaching assistant on the staff roster of First University.

"This university is a stagnant water. He complained to his partners more than once: "There is no hope, no future, no freedom." Is there anything more terrible for an Alpha than the loss of freedom?"

"Yes. Mr. Hilda, the assistant teacher, stood in the green valley, looked at the unscrupulous freshmen not far away, who did not take themselves in the slightest, and whispered to himself: "What is more terrible than losing your freedom is that you have no choice." ”

He raised his head and took a deep breath as he looked at the young wizards lazy under the bamboo forest.

"Get it all down!" he shouted, "It's class!"

"Jiuyou Academy Astronomy Class 08-1, Alpha Academy Alchemy Class 08-1, you stinky boys, get out of here!"

The weather was very sunny.

In the clear blue sky, only a few thin clouds floated here and there.

Summer's tail is like a cactus with spikes, and the skin of the person who pierces it hurts.

Because they were holding classes outdoors and there was no bell, Zheng Qing and the others stayed in the shade of the purple bamboo forest, hiding from the scorching rays of the sun.

Hearing the exaggerated greeting of the teacher in the practical class, the freshmen of the Astronomy 08-1 class sighed, stood up in twos and threes, stepped on the soft lawn, lined up in a sparse line, and walked to the small playground under the hillside.

At the same time, on the opposite hillside, the white-robed men of Alchemy Class 08-1 lined up in a neat line, trotting all the way towards the only standing figure on the small playground.

"Those hypocrites!" Duan Xiaojian gritted his teeth behind Zheng Qing and said indignantly: "Every day shouting that talent determines destiny, and the family achieves the future, when I meet the stinky feet of the teacher, I run faster than anyone else." ”

"You want to hold it. Fat Xin laughed at him unceremoniously: "It's just that I don't have the guts." ”

Zheng Qing squinted, looked at the white-robed figures, and did not speak.

Because it is a compulsory course for the whole school, and because the freshman schedule is relatively special - almost all practical classes are scheduled on Friday afternoons - the teachers are relatively tight, and the school simply combines the practical classes into one large course.

Each teacher teaches two classes at the same time.

For example, Zheng Qing's Astronomy 08-1 class of Jiuyou Academy was assigned to the same teaching assistant together with the freshmen of Alchemy 08-1 class of Alpha Academy.

Zheng Qing, the face of this teaching assistant, is also very familiar.

Hilda, one of the escorts of the First University plane.

While Nikita was wreaking havoc in the plane's cafeteria, Hilda's assistant was one of the students who showed up next to them.

Even though almost half a month has passed, Zheng Qing still clearly remembers the cynical voice behind the bar and his unique look full of punk style.

"Hello teacher!"

The red-robed freshman and the white-robed freshman stood on either side of Hilda, bowing down at the same time to salute the teacher.

"Zhu Qing is flat. Hilda replied in a deep voice with a serious face.

Zheng Qing stumbled under his feet, and then stood up straight with black lines on his face.

What the hell is Zhu Qingping!

Is this a joke?

It's a joke!

Our practice teacher is a joke!

Zheng Qing stiffened his face, looked at the expressionless and serious Mr. Teaching Assistant in front of him, and couldn't help but complain wildly in his heart.

"If there is something to do, there is nothing to do!" "The assistant teacher still has a serious face, completely ignoring the bewildered faces below.

"Sir, sir!" Li Meng raised his little hand and shouted happily: "I have something to play!"

"Good!" the assistant teacher waved his hand, his face full of appreciation: "But it doesn't hurt to speak!"