Blade and Poetry

After coming out of the church, I found Odd waiting for me not far away.He did what he used to do when he was thinking about things: he took his rimless glasses and wiped them repeatedly.

"Odgo!" I called to him.

"It's a little later than I guessed." He said, and then put on his glasses. "The grade of magic is out. Shall I go and see?"

I staggered as I ran towards him.

"Magic always ends so early. The big homework of my literature class has not officially ended, and the year-end works of gardening are just emerging from the soil-I have to count on it to grow longer in these two days. It doesn't look like a model born of a healthy family," I murmured. "Don't you think Professor Ryan is too active in grading papers?"

"I don't think so," said Ord, handing me the lunch box. "I just find that you are particularly inactive this time."

"Obviously, there's a reason for that." I followed him to the teaching building with a heartbroken heart, and looked at the contents of the lunch box by the way, "Wow, strawberry cheese pie, thank you, it's really pink and tender."

He made no comment, and I broke off a piece of the pie and popped it into my mouth.

"You know," I said vaguely, "in the comment that Professor Lane wrote to me last year, there was a sentence of 'experimental boldness, unrestrained emotion'-is this sentence particularly strange as a compliment! I strongly suspect that it is Because in last year's practical exam, I accidentally mistook the requirement of 'casting a circular wall formation with a diameter of fifteen inches' as 'a diameter of fifteen steps'. Once the formation was opened, it expanded to almost the size of the entire classroom. Professor Ryan and I It was directly circled inside. He, a great magister, reached out and touched the table in front of us to confirm that there was nothing there... But at that time, I didn't get lost at all, and I was very confident, and walked around the room A big circle, knocking on the transparent wall to show him. He looked dumbfounded at the time."

"At least it was a great magister-level dumbfounded." Odd said sincerely, and actually laughed beside him, moving his lips lightly every once in a while.I took the pie he gave me, and felt that it was not a good time to argue.

"But the main reason is not this. It's something about this year," I thought of this paragraph, which gave me a headache. "It's the bound booklet I just finished writing. I threw it away together with the script waste the day before yesterday."

"It's amazing."

"Although the test book does not count right or wrong, completing it counts for ten percent of the total grade—ten percent." I said weakly, "Then I went to Professor Lane to explain the situation. I told him,' Mr. Lane, I promise this is not a lie. You may have seen that I wrote most of the book when I asked you a question about it, but it is no longer lying in a corner of the country.' After listening, he said to me that he The old saying: 'It's ok, everything will be fine'. I was briefly reassured and walked a long way out of the office, only to remember that I didn't get any tangible resolution - until today."

"I have a way," said Ord. "I can do for you what I can."

"I never knew I needed you so much, Odd," I said, "just make sure you say it."

"I can wish you luck," said Ord.

We walked to Ryan's office and knocked on the door.Professor Ryan came out with a warm smile—the same smile as the last time he saw me—and turned around to bring us two envelopes.Older took out the report card first than me, and I leaned over to look at it, and there was no doubt that I saw an "A+".Mr. Lane's comment on him is: "An excellent student who is serious and rigorous, earnestly studies magic and has achieved remarkable results."

I said to him: "If all the professors get together, they will find that they have surprisingly similar views on you, and they can make a group of temporary soul mates."

Odd took the report card back and looked up at me.

I was grinding the envelope in my hand, and cut a small slit in the sealing wax: "Why don't you guess my final grade. The winner of the bet decides the arrangement for this afternoon."

"An unreasonable bet." He obviously refused to guess, but his expression didn't seem to be lacking in interest, and he stretched his head over to look, "How do you guess?"

"My A's are already very dangerous," I said, a little unmotivated, "To be honest, I found that I made a few mistakes in the theoretical questions of my written test. But I would rather bet higher. After losing the courage to survive, at least You have to preserve the power of your imagination.”

As I said, I opened the report card and found that there was actually an "A" there.Professor Lane wrote in the comment column: "A very creative and interesting student. It is a pleasure to have you participate in the class."

"It seems your 'power of fantasy' slipped away," said Ord, "and it all fell to reality."

It's one thing for me to talk nonsense, but quite another indeed for the "A" that I'm currently fluke and confused about.I imagined what kind of possibility could make my score barely stuck on this line-it was a coincidence that only a few points were deducted outside the ten percent.Odd immediately calculated the probability for me, but I suddenly thought of a possibility.

Professor Ryan's office door is not like Karajan's, and it is often only ajar instead of closed.Holding the slip of paper, I rushed back excitedly and somewhat rudely, and Odd waited behind me.Professor Lane hadn't sat down yet, and was fiddling with the instruments on one of the tables.

"Mr. Lane," I blurted out excitedly, "did you not count my missing test book into my grade?"

He hesitated for two seconds and said to me, "Yes."

I saw that the smile on his face was no longer so obvious, and guessed that he didn't seem to like me asking him like this.However, my joy was really hard to contain, so I just started to say thank you incoherently.

"Thank you, Mr. Lane. Even if you've looked it up a few times to some extent, it's—I'm ashamed of my carelessness." I said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He looked at me as if searching for an answer.

I continued to count in detail: "I can clean the blackboard for you, cut rune paper of different shapes, and post an advertisement for assistants in the west courtyard—" I glanced at the row of green bonsai on his window sill, and suddenly thought of me. Gardening class, "—and even plant flowers for you."

"Flowers?" he repeated.

"Yes," I repeated gravely, "even flowers."

Only then did he smile, and his demeanor returned to the previous level of amiability.He took a silver retort and shook it, and there seemed to be the sound of broken glass colliding inside.

"You don't need to do anything," he said, deepening that smile.Immediately afterwards, as if he remembered something, he stopped me before I left, and said very sincerely, "I only hope that you can learn magic with your heart, Vicente."

Of course I promised him millions of times at this time.Afterwards, because I insisted on the concept of "every bet must be won, every win must be practiced", Odd had no choice but to surrender and let me arrange our afternoon; I took him to climb the roof of the main building of the West Court.

"I remember the door to the roof of the building had been blocked for a long time," Ord said.

"So of course we didn't go through the door," I whispered. "I remember a corridor where the fifth window was very close, and you could jump over the ledge to the top floor."

That was a discovery I made by accident.I walked up with him all the way, turned around ten times in the maze-like design on the eighth floor, and found the window in my memory.It was installed on the shady side, and the overall height was half a person. It must have been placed for a long time, and no one came to repair it. The large window that should have been locked could be opened with a gap, enough for people to walk through.Step on the window sill that protrudes two inches, and you can go directly to the roof of the building that is close at hand.

The roof on the top floor was unexpectedly clean, and the dust was almost invisible, but unfortunately there was nothing on it, except for a small and elegant cluster of fences around it.Odd and I put away our belongings and sat down in the summer sun.

"As expected of the main building, the magical atmosphere here is very strong." Odd said, "It seems that many kinds of magic are mixed together, and I can't trace the source of each place."

"When you become a great magister, you will definitely." I said, "Maybe it was infiltrated from the eighth floor? I have never entered a place on the eighth floor that requires access control. There may be something there that can make people's hair white mystical research."

"Perhaps," said Ord. "It's so confusing that I can't tell what any of the magic is."

He put the book by his side and began to take notes.I took out my little book full of poems and turned to a new page.

"Yun Duo once saw him write everything with a pen,

Later, his face was blurred by time.

Paper also depreciates,

The pen also withers,

All history is mixed into obsolete books,

Clouds come and go,

become a unique sign. "

I raised my head casually.The quill was accidentally slipped out of my hand, I reached out and groped the ground, a golden spark seemed to jump out of my corner of the eye.I immediately looked there, followed my memory and touched it back and forth again, but nothing happened.The pen was picked up by me.

"What day is the play scheduled for your literature class?" I asked Ord.

"Two days earlier than yours." He said, "The script is a bit more 'magic' than yours. So the person in charge of props is still struggling with how to insert magic components, after all, most runes and formations are not advocated in dramas. "

"Why?" I asked in surprise.

"It can be understood in this way: the concealment array of an intermediate magician is completely ineffective in the eyes of the audience of the great magister."

"So that's the problem." I rubbed my hair, and continued with a guilty conscience, "But when it comes to the concealment array, I definitely have something to tell you, Mr. Odgo Stanley, listen carefully. .There was a sad story that could have been avoided—”

Ode suddenly coughed lightly and interrupted me: "Look below."

I followed his guidance and found a man with blond hair walking through the branches blown by the wind, passing by the downstairs of the main building of the West Courtyard.He seemed to feel something, and looked towards me.

"Karajan!" I yelled, waving at him.

After he found us, he was startled for a short time, then smiled, stretched out his hand, and waved towards us.The gentle wind seemed to blow his bundled hair away; like the swaying branches, they drifted backward leisurely and scattered.

I retracted my hand, tore up the half-scribbled poem on the page just now, and filled in something new on the blank page.I was eager to recreate the shadow I had just taken into my heart, and it was only when I was resting that I thought with regret that I didn't need to tear up the previous page, just turn it over.But forget it.

After a while, Aode plunged back into reality from the book and saw the ball of paper under my feet: "How do you tear up the poem?"

I held the new page in front of his eyes.He looked at it without seeming surprised at all.