Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

"The only consequence of taking these two potions together is that the body will be torn apart."

Aecilia said.

Everyone looked at each other, and one of them murmured:

"It makes sense...the buffer time of a few tenths of a second is not enough to drink other potions..."

Ryland smiled and said:

"So you are a practical person."

Aecilia asked curiously:

"Did you fill it with a reversal potion?"

The reversal potion is a kind of bug potion. Its effect is to return the body's state to what it was a few minutes ago, but I have never heard of anyone being able to refine it.

Even to advanced potions masters, reversal potions are still a myth.

"That's the standard answer."

Lucius only said this.

On the premise that there is a clear "standard answer", they have no arbitrary power. Their "self" does not only belong to themselves, but is also closely related to the family behind them.

She could only smile understandingly and change the topic:

"Do you know who the professor of the practical class is? Is he on the blacklist?"

Ryland, who was leaning against Lucius's desk, was writing something in his notebook. He suddenly paused for a moment, and then naturally took the quill handed by Lucius.

Lucius smiled nonchalantly while handing him the pen, with an intriguing expression on his face.

The expressions of the others changed slightly. Aecilia was puzzled and quietly rolled her eyes to look at them.

Ryland raised his head at this time, glanced at her, then lowered his head to look at Lucius, and smiled helplessly:

"There are not enough professors for practical classes, so the one who takes over is Lucius's brother."

Aecilia:…

To put it bluntly, you two brothers are really haunted.

"I remember he was a fourth-year student, um... he also served as the proctor for the finals."

Caleb Trivedi, who had just arrived in the classroom, interjected enthusiastically:

"That's the heir to the Ramirez family, so he naturally has his own abilities."

Lucius Ramirez curled his lips and uttered a word lightly, ending their pre-class chat:

"If you are not an heir, do you have no ability?"

……

After everyone left, Aecilia looked at him slightly speechlessly:

"If you feel noisy, you can just say so."

Lucius nonchalantly propped up his chin with one hand, his tone as casual as if he were buying two cucumbers at the market:

"They're used to it."

Ethelia sighed.

"how?"

"nothing."

"Then why are you sighing?"

"It's really hard for your brother to have you."

The smile on Lucius's face froze, then quickly returned to his natural state and curled his lips.

"You care about him that much?"

Aecilia smiled slightly:

"It's just caring among classmates."

Lucius remembered something:

"Your roommate..."

"Shy."

Aecilia shook her head.

"After being in contact with her for a long time, she will adapt to you."

Lucius gave the suggestion calmly, and of course Aecilia accepted it happily:

"Then let nature take its course for now."

Lucius looked at her approvingly.

Their chat didn't last long. Class time arrived soon. Ernest, who had just arrived from another classroom, walked steadily and quickly, with the dark blue staff still in his hand.

After a simple greeting and self-introduction, Ernest added:

"I will stay here until the college arranges a new practical course professor for you."

He then introduced the tasks of the first year.

“In the first academic year, the only requirement the college has for you is to pass the practical exams at the midterm and final of each semester. Those who cannot complete the exam will have relevant credits deducted according to the credit evaluation standards.

The next exam, the midterm exam, will be held in two months. "

After saying the necessary content, he guided everyone to move to the training ground behind.

"First run the elemental veins twenty times."

It is equivalent to a warm-up exercise before using a large amount of magic elements. It allows the elements to travel through the muscles and veins, reducing the feeling of obstruction when magic is cast.

She completed her task very quickly. When she stopped, most of her classmates were still busy. The smiling Lucius sitting cross-legged next to Ernest was very conspicuous.

"Clean the targets in the next row as well."

Ernest ordered his brother around with peace of mind.

Aecilia turned around and saw Lucius using a levitation spell to wipe the target that had been used by a student in the previous class with a towel.

And his brother himself was busy looking at the lesson plan in his hand.

The scene is very harmonious.

She idly pinched a snowball, then pinched a smaller snowball, stacked the small snowball on the big snowball, then used her nails to draw a crying face on the small snowball, and finally formed two small lines. Ice cubes are inserted into the big snowball to act as hands.

A little snowman jumped out of my hand.

She gently stroked the little snowman's head. At this moment, Ernest called her:

"Ethelia Green."

She looked up.

"You come and clean the target too."

"Okay - Professor."

She walked over slowly holding the snowman, turned her palm and slapped the snowman on Lucius' head. She also cast a levitation spell on the remaining towel, "Hey, hey, hey, hey," and began to wipe the target.

Lucius, who was caught off guard and had his forehead covered with snow, felt a chill on his head, and raised his hand to wipe away the white snow with two fingers.

"Is this what you call cooling? But it's autumn now."

Aecilia laughed.

"I care more about my classmates."

Lucius said bitterly:

"Then thank you so much."

The towel controlled by Aecilia seemed to have its own BGM as it danced, creating a rhythm every beat.

"Don't chat during class time."

Ernest reminded lightly.

Lucius curled his lips, and Aecilia lowered her head and pretended to be nonchalant.

The remaining people completed their warm-up one after another and were gathering. Aecilia left the last target to Lucius and stood calmly in the front row.

After Lucius returned to his position, he glared at her. She pretended not to notice at all and stared straight ahead.

"Attack is the best defense. In the first lesson, just learn a simple cross technique."

Ernest stood in front of the target and demonstrated.

For some unknown reason, he did not use a staff, but formed a cross half the size of his palm with his bare hands. He then moved the red cross to the target, letting the cross float lightly and get close to the target.

In an instant, with the cross as the center, the target ignited with fierce flames. In the blink of an eye, the target had disappeared from the spot.

Ernest called up the surveillance records and threw the processed slow-motion video into the air, allowing everyone to clearly see the whole process.

The moment the cross came close to the target, a large amount of high-temperature flames erupted. The target was burned to ashes in an instant, and in the end not even ashes were left.

The effect is that a "disappearance spell" is cast on the target.