Magic!

A few days later at noon.

Russell, who had already completed most of his courses and had no academic burden, stayed in the laboratory, adjusting the potions and powders in the vessels.

While studying this bottle of elixir refined by the thorn bird, Russell gained a lot, and even felt the spiritual feedback of practicing herbalism.

Of course, at the third grade level, the speed of spiritual improvement has become slower and slower. According to the current efficiency, Russell does not know that it will take years of ox and horse to advance to the middle of the third grade. But anyway, he will be able to enroll in a college of higher learning soon, and when he absorbs the "black magic" knowledge scroll, his spiritual level will be improved.

"Unfortunately, there is still nothing gained."

Russell sighed softly.

In the past few days, he had repeatedly tried to trigger his talent as a mutant, and bought a lot of messy materials, hoping to refine a medicine that could restore extraordinary beings who had lost their extraordinary power. During this period, he also communicated with the Demon King many times and learned a lot of secret herbal knowledge.

Unfortunately, there is no sign of success now!

Not even a little direction!

As for the opponent in the competition, the Demon King's performance was no better than Russell's.

In the past few days, Russell took the projection of the Demon King disguised with illusions to check on several students who had lost their extraordinary powers.

The Demon King's diagnosis was the same as Russell's.

There is no trace from these students that they were once extraordinary beings!

The Demon King also lost his mind and even doubted that it would be no easier for these students to regain their original extraordinary power than for a random ordinary person to awaken their extraordinary power.

Considering that the Thorn Birds are full of confidence in themselves, Russell believes that the obstacles encountered now are only temporary.

"Perhaps I need to further improve my spiritual level, mystical knowledge and attainments in the supernatural field in order to find a direction." Russell speculated.

After a while, there will be a practical examination for admission to colleges and universities. After passing it, you can successfully obtain the advanced pass and then successfully advance to the third grade to enter the college of higher education and absorb the knowledge scrolls of the third grade.

The situation is critical now and many students are waiting to be cured. Should I apply in advance to absorb the third-grade knowledge scroll like last year without waiting for the entrance examination? An idea suddenly popped into Russell's mind.

But immediately, he rejected the idea.

The core course of the third-year major in the Department of Necromancer and Life is black magic, also known as black witchcraft. The corresponding extraordinary abilities tend to focus on death, destruction, pain and disaster, and do not involve much witchcraft knowledge related to the essence of life and drug refining. Even if he successfully absorbed the third-grade knowledge scroll, he probably wouldn't be able to solve the problem at hand.

It is estimated that Russell's medicine refining skills will have to wait until he reaches the fourth grade to achieve a qualitative change.

The professional core course for the fourth grade is blood magic, also known as blood spell, which involves the nature of life and the extraordinary power related to the refining of the human body.

While Russell's thoughts were swirling, his understanding of the undead and the life system suddenly deepened.

Are the professional core courses in the first and third years some kind of manifestation of the field of death?

And the professional core courses in the second and fourth years are some kind of presentation of the field of life? It's just that these extraordinary abilities involving vitality are weird, strange, and evil, which are in line with the style and tone of the entire necromancy and life major.

Then if I can enter the fifth grade and become the third legendary figure in the entire academy to successfully reach the fifth grade, the fifth grade ability of necromancy and life that I understand by myself may be the fusion of death and life to achieve true perfection. ?

As his thoughts whirled, Russell vaguely felt a hint of spiritual feedback, and his ability to control the extraordinary power of the entire profession was slightly improved.

But putting aside these far-fetched fantasies, Russell turned his thoughts back to the real world and looked at the instruments on the laboratory table in front of him.

"It seems that my current ability is not enough to make those students who have lost their extraordinary powers recover as before." Russell sighed and looked at the glass bottle containing the bright red medicine in his hand:

"This bottle of awakening elixir refined from the thorn bird should be returned to Mr. Principal first."

In the past few days, Russell has thoroughly researched this bottle of awakening elixir and kept a few samples. There is no point in continuing to hold it.

The name "Elixir of Awakening" was not chosen by Russell himself, but was written on the label on the glass bottle. Judging from the rough and crooked font, it should have been written by Arctic Wolf himself.

"Clean the laboratory utensils and get ready to leave."

Russell clapped his hands gently and used necromancy to summon a group of ghosts, asking them to clean the various utensils on the table - crucibles, flasks, burettes, test tubes, etc.

In the eyes of outsiders, these appliances seem to run into the sink and clean themselves, and the faucets open and close on their own.

It’s almost like it’s haunted!

"Requirements for laboratory cleaning equipment: neither form water droplets nor remain in strands." Russell told the ghost behind him, turned around and left the laboratory.

After walking down from the laboratory building, Russell stepped onto the flat brick avenue. Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to contact the principal and report the situation, he saw a large number of people walking towards him.

There were more than a dozen men and women in suits and ties, who gave off the impression of respectable people at first sight.

Their steps were calm, their faces were serious, and they exuded an awe-inspiring and arrogant temperament, and Russell was standing in the direction of their progress.

He didn't know anyone, not a teacher in the college... Russell looked at these dozen men and women in suits and ties, and was stunned for half a second.

"Give way, give way. Student, why are you standing in the middle of the road? Didn't anyone in the college teach you?"

Among the dozen or so people, the man walking at the front impatiently waved his hand to drive Russell away.

This man was dressed neatly in a tuxedo and a top hat, but his most eye-catching feature was his green beard, which was as lush as grass and green plants.

"Feel sorry."

Russell politely apologized and quickly stepped back closer to the stairwell to let the group pass.

Green Beard glared at Russell fiercely, then withdrew his gaze and waved to the people behind him to go with him.

Watching a dozen well-dressed men and women leaving, Russell narrowed his eyes slightly.

The phantom of the female ghost wind chime appeared beside Russell. She also looked at the backs of this group of people in colorful clothes and asked, half puzzled and half dissatisfied:

"Who are they? Why are their attitudes so bad? Don't you know that our Russell is the hero who turned the tide against this occult disease?"

Russell had some guesses as to the identity of this group of people, but could not be sure.

Just as he was about to express his speculation, he heard the boy's slightly childish voice coming from behind him.

"It's the investigator sent by the World Supernatural Council." Duncan answered behind Russell and Wind Chime.