Blade and Poetry

When the timetable for the second grade was handed out, Little Odd rarely showed full excitement.He shook my shoulders and told me that the sophomore class A professor of magic science will be Hildo Ryan, the leading teacher we have met several times, the dean of the West Academy, who published a book on "Introduction to World Magic" Powerful characters for a full five papers.

I just looked at the name of the professor printed on the back of [Literature Class] and was slightly fascinated.

It gives me a sense of familiarity.

The literature course is a compulsory course throughout the five years of Hoftas, which has something to do with its auxiliary role in reading those difficult tomes about the history of magic and manipulating complex spells.The old man with a strange accent and a sleepy flat voice who taught us last year stayed in the first grade, so in the literature class of the second year, just like the magic class, we will also welcome a new professor.

It is very unfortunate that I had an early face-to-face meeting in an indescribable situation with the professor who I had never talked to at all.

In Odego's words, it is: "I can't imagine how you dare to ask Professor Lane the questions in the homework while you are in arrears with the homework for the holiday. Maybe he will be more moody, and then I won't see you like that." The door of the room was opened again by your own hands."

My reply seemed to be: "Always for higher accuracy, little Odd."

But Ryan is obviously more kind than Odd imagined.He carefully explained to me the knack of the fire control spell gesture, and explained: "Expansion and control of the range of fire are the two difficulties of this spell. It will exert greater power as a person's magic improves. Golden Age During the war in [-], there was a great magician from the Hoftas Academy, who was able to burn the flames around the border of an enemy country inward without affecting its neighbors. That can be called the pinnacle of the Fire Control Curse. "

I nodded, and the word "golden age" distracted me for a moment.

In that era 100 years ago, wars of all sizes broke out fiercely all over the world.The revolution in art is also going on simultaneously, the conflicts of various factions are at their peak, and people's desires are not only reflected in the form of battles, but finally have an internal vent.In that era, in addition to warriors with powerful magic, there were also many scholars with outstanding literary talents. The writing style was romantic and full of emotion, and many works became today's classics.

If people in the golden age once built a memorial hall for this, it would probably become a place of pilgrimage for many artists today, right?

But they did not build splendid temples and towering minarets, leaving only countless classics.

The annals have detailed and detailed records of the battles of the Columbidan Empire, and the simplification is too simplistic. It was only when Professor Lane mentioned it that I knew that the Fire Control Curse had such a history.I flipped through the second-grade textbook before, but it wasn't there.

I confirmed with Ryan: "Is this the case, the first step of the fire control spell, the thumb is moved to the first knuckle of the middle finger?"

Ryan smiled and pushed my thumb down: "Move to the side of the knuckle."

So I repeated the gesture as he instructed, and by the way started to recall the incantation to go with this step.It may be that I made a breathy sound while doing the mouth shape, because the next second I smelled a burning smell——

I looked up and saw a small flame blazing from Ryan's shirt cuff.

Ryan's sleeves were still blackened after he extinguished the flames.

"Ah, Mr. Vicente, let's not mention this misplaced incomplete fire control spell. A magician's first reaction to seeing a flame is better to use magic control instead of searching for a... er, Unlikely to exist in the office hallway faucet, get me some water to put it out. I know 'that's science', but that's 'not quite magic'."

"I'm so sorry, Professor Lane. I wish I could pay you a shirt."

Ryan read something, and touched the burnt place with his fingertips, and the scorched blackness of that place slowly faded away, seeping into a new white.He smiled and said, "You don't need to do anything. The sleeves can be treated with magic, don't forget that."

Even though the sleeve is back, I still feel a little guilty.Just as I wanted to promise to practice magic seriously in the future, there happened to be a person passing by Ryan and I without a sound. After sniffing a little smoke in the air, I turned my head, looked at Ryan's cuff and laughed twice: "Nice sleeve, Lane. Your students are quite enthusiastic."

Then he waved his hand in a nonchalant, arrogant manner and walked away.I stared at his elegant back, and only saw the golden-red hair tied in a bunch and hanging softly behind his back.

I found it very interesting, I couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of my mouth, and tried hard to find that familiar face in my memory.

Ryan's gentle voice sounded across from me: "Vicente, you are very lucky to meet your literature teacher in advance—if I'm not mistaken, your literature class is this afternoon, isn't it?"

I stepped on the last 2 minutes before class, pushed open the back door and walked into the classroom of literature class.The classroom is not big, and the students are obviously looking forward to the new professor, filling up the seats in the first few rows.I chose the last row by the window, intending to reduce my presence.

I'm still looking forward to impressing a new professor, assuming he doesn't remember that I burned his buddy's sleeve during a chance encounter.

The petite girl next to me touched me friendly, her curly brown hair hung down her cheeks, and her voice was as clear as a little girl: "Hi, my name is Lando. Lando Molly. I was very excited when I was in first grade. Love your 'Jie Yu Society', there are so many magical performances with poetry, it is wonderful. Even though it is no longer there, I still think it is very good-no, sorry, did I just say something stupid ?”

When Lan Duo reached the end, she spoke faster and faster, as if she was eager to express her intentions but was unable to speak, her face immediately turned red.

"It's okay, I didn't misunderstand you." I smiled at her. "It's all a whim of the past. It doesn't feel that interesting after a year, and it just falls apart."

"'The bird that has taken off its coat pierced the night sky like a shuttle, and its feathers clump together in the heavy snow'... What a pity." Lan Duo blurted out hurriedly following the tail of my words.She blushed again, but at this moment she took out the rare courage and said quickly, "I know you are Vicente from the magic department. At that time, people always mentioned you and your meeting. So Last year, I looked up your relevant information out of curiosity, and followed the clues to listen to it—they are really amazing!"

"Staying in—it's not very good." I gestured thoughtfully, "This means that you must have seen the scene where the headmaster chased me all over the lawn in a dress with a stand-up collar? A woman who can walk like flying in high heels It was horrible, I had to run away and jump up and down..."

Lando seemed to recall something interesting, and giggled, as if she had forgotten the timid moment when she wanted to retreat just now.

I put on a serious principal face, put my hands on my collar, and cleared my throat: "Vicente, sooner or later you will let the out-of-control magical elements burn down the school, and I need to stop you."

As expected, Lando laughed even harder.

She is also from the west courtyard, and she got acquainted with me quickly in a few words.

She suddenly turned around and pointed to the front of the classroom: "Vicente, did you come here with the new professor?"

I think there must be some big misunderstanding here, but she must have read my confused expression, and added: "You all walked in through the front and back doors at almost the same time."

I just remembered that when I was about to reach the back door, there seemed to be a figure walking straight towards the classroom from the opposite side of me.

I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no."

The sky outside is blue and high, and the midsummer sun shines through the glass on the long wooden table and floor. Only the podium is spared from the lazy warmth.I turned my head to the canopy of an old redberry tree outside the window, and out of the corner of my eye I focused on the blond redhead at the front of the room.He happened to stay in the shadow near the podium, and slowly took off his short coat and put it on the back of the side chair, revealing his pearl white shirt.

I lowered my head and unconsciously traced the capital 'A' in the schedule with my fingertips.There were some soft rustling noises from the front of the classroom, and then I heard the man's voice falling into the air.

"I'm Alvin Karajan, the professor of literature classes A and B. I promise that within three years of my new contract, I will do my best to give you the knowledge and skills you crave, and discover your deepest talents .I'm not very helpful to a certain extent, but I don't mind doing my best for people who are capable of desiring it.Only one premise, I never teach hopeless fools and lazy incompetents-of course Now, since you are here, there is a high chance that you are not."

The summer air is a wonderful vehicle for his voice, I think.A little humid without being too cold.

I raised my head and saw him standing under the light shadow. Everything hidden in the light gray-blue eyes inevitably made the person looking at him feel oppressed and indifferent, but at the same time conveyed an illusion of extreme tenderness.With a sarcastic but all-inclusive chuckle on his face, he winked at the students below—very charming.

None of the people present below booed dissatisfiedly.

Lando looked nervous, holding her curly hair in her hands, turned her head and whispered to me: "Karajan is a famous 'killer' professor, he taught the fifth grade last time, and there were only two students in the two classes. Four got honors. Most of the students in his class complained about his harshness. But it is said that he is indeed the best."

The people behind the podium continued to say briskly: "After these three years, some of you may become scholars, poets, magicians, healers, and scientists who I am a little proud of. Oh, yes, Maybe there is also my love, although the probability of this kind of thing is low... The last option obviously needs more effort. You know, I will not easily admit that you are my students."

His words were like a small cluster of extremely strange flames, passing through my eyes and fingertips, and the slightly boiling blood rolled all over my body in an instant.

I shrugged and said to Lando, "I like him quite a bit. He's kind of cute, isn't he?"

Lando looked at my forehead worriedly.

"If you use an adjective like 'cute', he might hit you for sure."

"Don't say that, cute people want to beat me up, I've always been happy."

Lando muttered something in a low voice, curled up her lips, as if recalling some terrible memories, "His honorary advisor in the East Court is not for nothing. Can't you feel the aura around him? It's very oppressive." , very dangerous, hard to get close to..."

I grasped a key piece of information: "Wait, the honorary advisor of the East Campus—what honorary advisor? I thought he only taught literature."

Lan Duo seemed to want to say something, but suddenly closed his mouth.I followed her gaze and found a strange situation; Karajan was no longer on the podium at some point.He stopped two steps away from where we were, flipped a page of the seat registration form in his hand, lowered his eyes and read: "Vincent Xiao?"

"Yes, Professor."

"I just overheard some of your conversations. Maybe you're interested in me?"

"Yes, Professor."

Lando took a breath in an inconspicuous way.

"Then express your opinion on my last topic," he said.

I think I need to regret why I didn't listen to a few sentences when I was whispering.

A boy behind Karajan smiled and mouthed exaggeratedly at me, and I read it out: "Class end—homework."

Seeing the slightly relaxed expressions of the people around me, I realized that I should be right, "Of course, the homework for the end of the class. If you allow me to make a suggestion, I actually think that the existence of this kind of blow to the students on the eve of the end of the class It's kind of inappropriate..."

After listening to what I said about "inappropriate", Karajan seemed to break away from some kind of thinking, tilted his head and said: "Good point of view."

He walked back to the podium and waved the seat registration slip in his hand: "I will stick a new seat map on the front wall in the next class, and change it every month. By the way, Vicente, you will end the class today." Are you free later? I need you to meet me in my office."

After class, people poured out the door in a bustling manner.Lan Duo told me that he had an appointment with someone, so he took a step ahead.I stayed in my seat, and the blond boy who had helped me in front of me turned around and said to me sympathetically, "The professor's last topic was actually asking about the content of the end-of-class assignment, buddy, sorry by the way. Do you want to go out?" have a drink?"

A blond boy with a slightly fancy hairstyle introduces himself as Francesco.