You call this the mastermind?

The lunch break has passed before I knew it.

Although he learned a piece of information about his own safety from Mrs. Chelsea, Mellen did not disrupt the rhythm of his life.

The first class in the afternoon is combat class, the second class is spell class, and the third class is defense against the dark arts.

There were no twists and turns in the duel course. In a two-on-one battle, Meren, whose physical fitness was far superior to others, could not produce any amazing results when facing his peers.

It can only be said that no one can beat him.

But how strong he is, the people around him cannot find out.

So much so that a bald teacher named Cronin who taught the duel course couldn't help but want to consider the quality of Mellen, the guardian.

However, although he was tempted, considering the careful explanations given by the leaders before class, he did nothing in the end.

There were no surprises in the following spell class. Meren learned three spells here, and he basically learned them all in one go.

However, the magic that wizard apprentices can learn is easy to master, and everyone basically has a family background. There are actually many who have similar performance to him.

It was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that cheered Mellon up a bit.

Because it’s Juliana who teaches this course.

"The latest Third Code of Duels promulgated by the International Council of Wizards stipulates that all magic that secretly conspires to harm people can be called black magic."

The young woman with long black hair tied up in a dignified hairstyle is now wearing a neat and slim professor's robe. She holds the podium with both hands and looks down at the dozens of students below, her expression seems quite cold.

The words in his mouth were full of seriousness.

"Black magic is illegal and any wizard who is caught using or even practicing black magic will be labeled as a criminal."

"But magic in this field is the most commonly used method in the wizarding world to harm people. So although we can't learn it, we must be vigilant and have the power to protect ourselves."

"This is the significance of the school offering this class, which involves your future personal safety."

"..."

Compared with several other professors or lecturers, Juliana comes across as very strict during class, and her unsmiling appearance is completely unapproachable.

But she was so beautiful, so even though she kept a straight face, many teenagers couldn't help but whisper, feel admiration, or simply have physical impulses because of it.

However, this situation was quickly stopped as the young woman raised the wand in her hand and released a stream of lightning that made people scream.

"St. Grant's Fort does not prohibit corporal punishment. I also hope that there will be some experiments in my classroom so that everyone can more intuitively feel the threat of black magic."

When she put down her wand, she said calmly: "So I ask these students to continue their efforts and strive to make more contributions to everyone."

These words sounded laughable, but combined with those male students whose bodies were burned and cracked by the electricity, who fell to the ground and rolled around screaming, it made everyone in the classroom shudder.

Although the existence of healing magic will not make the situation worse, being able to treat it is one thing, but whether it hurts is another.

"She's such a she-devil."

At the end of class, the students sitting under the podium breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the female professor turn around and leave without delaying the class, and couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"She did it when she said it. When she heard the wailing, she still seemed to be laughing."

"It's terrible. No other professor is like her."

"This is normal. Professor Lesomore is the deputy dean and is also in charge of discipline. He must have a sharp temperament."

"What a pity for such a beautiful appearance..."

When they were discussing like this, no one could have imagined that the female devil, who had a stern face just a moment ago, turned around and left shortly after, transformed into a black-haired girl, and then came back impatiently and approached someone in the classroom.

"There is a naughty kid here. He doesn't pay attention in class. Is he thinking about something sticky?"

Completely ignoring the surprised glances of the people nearby, the extremely pure-looking black-haired girl lightly bumped Meren, who was sitting next to her, with her shoulder. Her eyes when she looked sideways were full of shyness. In fact, after the test last night, she was always in a very happy mood.

The stern look he showed in class before was just due to his professionalism.

Juliana was still very careful in this regard. Classes were just classes, and she didn't even look at anyone twice.

However, as soon as she was out of work, she couldn't help but come and post, like a newlywed wife, unwilling to be separated from her sweetheart for a moment.

"Don't make trouble, I'm thinking about the next training course."

The black-haired boy sitting at the desk answered absentmindedly.

"Is there something wrong with your practice?"

Juliana was stunned when she heard this, and the shy look on her face instantly stopped, "Is it serious? Does it not matter?"

"There's just something wrong."

Mellen said thoughtfully: "But I couldn't explain it for a while."

After parting ways with his wife, he pondered this matter.

According to the Holy Spirit, constantly absorbing mysterious substances from the outside will bring him great troubles.

However, what Melen is encountering now is more than just that.

When he first started practicing, he had already discovered that the "spiritual energy" absorbed from the ghosts, after being transformed through the path of inheritance, penetrated into the body and was mixed with the mysterious substances accumulated in the bones.

At present, I haven't found anything happening, but I think it's just that it's not time for qualitative change.

After all, he has only practiced that once.

But if there is a qualitative change, will it be good or bad?

He can't be sure.

On the other hand, is the trouble that the Holy Spirit said true or false? If it is true, how to deal with it?

Because the situation has not yet appeared, Melen has no idea for a while.

At the same time, he was frustrated again by his wife and even explicitly rejected, which made him very upset at the moment.

"Let's find a quiet place, you tell me in detail."

Seeing his brows frowned, Juliana's dark eyes flashed with pity, and the slender hand under the desk was raised, tightly grasping Melen's arm, "Or I will take a leave to secretly find you during the next class?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell you in the evening."

Melen replied, looking sideways at the "cousin" beside him who was full of concern and worry, and a touch of shame suddenly appeared on his face.

However, seeing his "gloomy" expression, Juliana thought that the little man beside her really encountered some unspeakable setbacks.

So she bit her lower lip and said in a flattering tone: "Don't be unhappy, I'll learn to bark for you tonight, okay?"

Mellen's face became even more "gloomy" after hearing this.

But before he could speak, a slightly alert voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Eger, who is this?"

The voice sounded quite familiar.

The two looked over and found that the one who came over to ask was their adopted son Kevin.