Become a wizard lord with a copy system

No, no, no, it can't be a teacher. Thinking of this, Principal Mueller shook his head repeatedly.

Although he founded the Dawn Wizard Academy, he knew very well what the level of the teachers here was. After all, being a teacher in a wizard academy was equivalent to getting a permanent position. In addition, with the establishment of a new academy, it was not easy to hire teachers, and it was even more difficult to hire good teachers. Therefore, the teachers in this academy were not in any danger of competition, let alone innovation.

Even some outstanding students, such as the eldest son of the Hawthorne family, were better than most teachers. He hoped that when the eldest son of the Hawthorne family graduated, he would stay in the academy to teach.

Just as Principal Mueller listed the most likely people, there was a knock at the door: "Come in."

It turned out that the green-robed wizard, that is, his younger brother, Paul Mueller, came in.

"Paul, it's you," said Principal Mueller, "I've already told you that you don't need to bring me mashed potatoes anymore. I'll go to the cafeteria to eat."

"I know, I didn't bring you mashed potatoes." Paul Mueller said, "I'm here to talk to you about the National Wizard Academy Competition."

"What else is there to talk about?" Principal Mueller glanced at his pocket watch and thought, the cafeteria hasn't opened yet, and their mashed potatoes taste a little different recently, but they're more delicious. When the academy's recruitment brochure is published in the future, the condition of "good food" can be added.

"Brother..." Paul Mueller found that Principal Mueller seemed distracted, so he reminded him.

"Ah...I've already told you that in the academy, call me Principal Mueller." Principal Mueller was startled by his brother's call.

"There's no one else here, so what's there to be afraid of?" Paul said as he sat down and fiddled with the documents on Principal Mueller's desk: "Oh, do we have students publishing papers?"

Principal Mueller took back the notice from the Wizard Association and then covered the desk with it: "Paul, I advise you to follow the rules, otherwise it will be difficult for me to do it."

"I know..." Paul leaned back in the chair and stretched his legs lazily: "By the way, about the competition."

"I know, you want to get more funding, right?" Principal Mueller also became lazy, crossed his legs and put them on the table and said: "I approve it. This time, I don't ask our students to get good grades, but they can't be too shabby."

"That's not the case." Paul Mueller said: "It's just that there is a small problem with the selection."

"What?" Principal Mueller said.

"There is a freshman named Daniel Hawkins." Paul Mueller said.

As soon as he heard the name Daniel Hawkins, Principal Mueller quickly put his feet down from the table. Although he was eating the mashed potatoes invented by Daniel, he still seemed to have an allergic reaction to the name.

I saw Principal Mueller sat up straight, with a serious face, looking at Paul with some disgust in his seriousness. If you don’t know, you would think that the person Principal Mueller hates is his younger brother.

Even Paul Mueller was stunned when he saw his brother’s expression.

“Why are you still standing there? Keep talking.” Principal Mueller’s tone became stronger and his voice became higher. He was eager to know what Daniel Hawkins had done.

Although Daniel Hawkins’ mashed potatoes were delicious, he was very upset when he heard that everyone now said that the cafeteria was Hawkins’ cafeteria. Because in his opinion, the entire Morning Light Wizard Academy, all the staff, teachers and students, every brick and wood, were all his. What made him even more upset was that he was completely helpless about the current situation of the cafeteria.

After all, without him, there would be no Dawn Wizard Academy, let alone a cafeteria, and even less Daniel Hawkins.

His tuition was waived, but Daniel Hawkins took advantage of it and still acted like a spoiled child. He even made such delicious mashed potatoes, and called them "Hawkins Mashed Potatoes".

This was what annoyed him the most.

At his brother's urging, Paul Mueller hurriedly said, "Ahem... uh... Daniel Hawkins, the freshman, also signed up for the National Wizard Academy Competition."

"What did he do?" Principal Mueller leaned forward upon hearing this: "What did you do? Say it again?"

Paul Mueller was speechless for a moment when he saw his brother was so excited. After a while, he repeated his words.

After hearing this, Principal Mueller's face was stiff, and he leaned back on the chair, not saying a word for a long time.

Paul Mueller saw his brother like this, he knew that his brother didn't like Daniel Hawkins. Strictly speaking, his brother didn't like people who took advantage of him since he was a child.

He just said to his brother: "Actually, I have an idea..." Paul Mueller observed his brother's expression while speaking, and continued: "We can completely ignore this freshman and ignore him. Just treat it as Daniel Hawkins being unreasonable and just grandstanding."

"Hahaha..." Principal Mueller suddenly laughed and said: "Brother, grandstanding, this word is well used. So, what do you think, for those who are grandstanding, how should we deal with him?"

Paul Mueller scratched his head, not knowing what his brother wanted to do for a while, and just said: "Uh... or just ignore him as I just said?"

"No, no, no..." Principal Mueller said, "This is a low point. For this kind of immature boy who loves to show off and attract attention, we should praise him."

"Praise him?" Paul Mueller said.

"Yes... that's right." Principal Mueller said, "Praise him high, and then throw him down hard."

"Brother, I still don't understand." Paul Mueller said, "I think we should just ignore him and treat him as a student who is making trouble for no reason."

"No, no, no..." Principal Mueller said a series of "no" again, and then said, "Don't we only have two places for the competition?"

Paul Mueller nodded.

"Now there is one more person, which means we have to hold a preliminary competition." Alex Mueller said.

Paul Mueller's eyes lit up, and he felt that his brother seemed to understand. Yes, it would be troublesome to hold a preliminary competition. It would be better to treat Daniel Hawkins as a transparent and unreasonable student. At worst, he would be criticized in a notice.

So he told Principal Mueller all his thoughts and analysis.

"No, no, no..." Principal Mueller said, "Brother, you are wrong. If we do what you said and treat Daniel Hawkins as transparent and then report the criticism, we will fall into Daniel Hawkins' trap. People like Daniel will use this to discredit us and even use the poster as evidence to say that we did not respect every applicant."

Paul Mueller thought that Daniel Hawkins was questioning him in his office with the poster at that time, otherwise he would not be here to seek his brother's advice. Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Then what do you say?"

"According to me," said Principal Mueller, "we should not only hold a preliminaries, but also hold it in a big way. We should notify all teachers and students to come and watch this preliminaries. Everything should be fair and just."

"Do you want to sign a life and death agreement?" Paul Mueller said, "Even if it is a preliminaries, it is okay to sign a life and death agreement."

"That doesn't have to be so extreme." Principal Mueller said, "Although the life and death agreement is a rule since ancient times, our college still needs to carry it forward with the kindness of the ancient gods. This is what makes us different from other colleges, our innovation, and our foundation."

In fact, for Principal Mueller, it is better to watch Daniel Hawkins being knocked down than to let him be beaten to death on the field. After all, he despises young people who are ambitious, show off, and disobey discipline the most in his life.

And, more importantly, when Daniel Hawkins saluted him, the principal, Alex Mueller, as the principal, did not feel the student's admiration for him at all.

Even when he met him in the cafeteria or on the road, he did not feel the respect that Daniel deserved as the principal.

Humph, even the earls would not be so when they saw him. Why could Daniel, a child born in the slums, be so presumptuous?

What can a gentleman endure?