Hunting College

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Many of the boys who have grown up in modern society have had the ‘heroic fantasy’ of wandering around holding long and short quick guns, occasionally acting chivalrously.

For example, the railway guerrillas riding bordeaux horses, climbing speeding trains with their bare hands; another example is the armed forces behind enemy lines holding a king's box, quietly touching the watchtower and blowing up the bunker; there are also ragged felt hats, carrying them on their shoulders. The Winchester rifle, the Western cowboy with the Colt revolver at his waist, drove hundreds of fat cows, and fought the Indians with feathers on their heads in the wilderness for three hundred rounds, and so on. Boys have always imagined such heroic deeds in their hearts, and imagined that one day they could become heroes.

Zheng Qing is no exception.

Originally thought that after entering the wizarding world, this dream had gradually faded away with the magical reality, but he did not expect happiness to come so suddenly-two months after entering the university, he had his own gun.

Although it is not a gunpowder gun, it is just a magic gun. But this does not affect the feeling that Zheng Qing's dream came true after putting the gun in his waist.

"Worthy of a magical world." The young public student stroked the revolver around his waist and sighed softly.

"What did you say?" Dr. Dozem didn't seem to hear what he just said.

"I mean, do I need to submit any application materials to use this talisman?" Zheng Qing immediately corrected his question: "Is there any qualification restrictions... like holding a gun certificate."

"Do you still need a'documentary certificate' to use Dharma books?" Dr. Dozem replied in a dull voice: "Theoretically, Dharma books are more threatening than your rune gun... It is not someone who maintains social stability. These restrictive laws, but the awe of the law in the heart of every wizard."

While talking gossip, the doctor swiftly checked the elves with tools such as hanging silk silver needles, and from time to time instructed the quill floating in the air to make some notes.

"I am in awe of the law." The young public-funded student immediately stated his position.

The witch who was standing by the window teasing the oriole in the cage couldn't help laughing.

"It's not the law that a wizard should fear, but the unknown." Jiang Yu stretched his waist, looked up at the darkening sky outside the window, and briskly repeated: "Only the unknown is worthy of awe."

"These are two different things." The young public servant muttered, chewing on the word ‘unknown’, and was taken aback for a moment, remembering what he saw when he just entered the door, and couldn’t help but slide his gaze over the Kun bag that the witch hung on his wrist.

Then he frowned, his mind gradually shifting away from the gift he had just harvested, hesitating to discuss with Jiang Yu about the small bottle of liquid medicine.

Although it depends on the situation, the witch seems reluctant to let him know about it. But since he had guessed it, he felt obligated to say something if he had the opportunity.

Of course, these words are not suitable to be said in front of Dr. Duzem.

In this way, with a word, Zheng Qingcai finally started talking after the doctor finished the inspection for the elves and the two young wizards left the'Institute of Abnormal Life'.

"Well, thank you for your gift." He first thanked Jiang Yu sincerely for giving the gift.

"Don't be so polite... You have said thank you five times." A helpless smile appeared on the witch's face: "If you really intend to thank me, then send me some better amulets."

"Must!" Zheng Qing nodded fiercely, but then emphasized again: "It's just that my level is limited, and the painted talisman must not be compared with the gun you gave..."

With that, he patted his gray cloth bag. The box containing the revolver has been safely placed in the deepest part of the bag, stacked with the small red sandalwood box containing the jade coins.

Jiang Yu smiled and shook his head, without speaking.

For a while, the two fell into silence again with nothing to say.

Seeing that the alley gets shorter and shorter, it will soon come to the end and enter the pedestrian street. Zheng Qing finally couldn't help it, stopped, and reached out to stop the witch beside him.

Jiang Yu stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the wizard in surprise.

The young public-sponsored student took a deep breath and asked directly: "Are you planning to practice transfiguration?"

The witch was stunned, and subconsciously touched the Kun bag hanging on her wrist, and then she hesitated for a moment before asking, "Why do you say that?"

She did not deny, but she did not admit either.

Zheng Qing's heart suddenly became stronger.

"Guess." He didn't sell it, but quickly explained his reason to the witch: "You know, I have always had headaches before. After school started, Lao Yao took me to the school hospital for an examination. , And then consulted with other professors, and finally judged that my headache belonged to the'excessive force field of thought', which caused the body's stress response caused by information disturbance...well, this concept is a bit confusing."

"In short, the treatment plan that the professors finally determined for me is'transfiguration'."

"Through deformation, and then reduce the degree of information disturbance, this also involves an unfamous conjecture-any disaster, after the target life body cannot be traced, its magnitude will continue to collapse until it disappears."

Having said so much in one breath made the young public-funded student a bit dry. Fortunately, it was late in the evening, and it was early winter again, and the weather was much colder, but it was not too thirsty.

Jiang Yu hugged his arms and stared at Zheng Qing silently. The young wizard who was staring at him felt uncomfortable all over his body, and then laughed.

"In fact, you don't need to explain the cause and effect." The witch tilted her head, stroked the ends of her hair, and chuckled: "Professor Yao didn't they let you keep this matter secret?"

Zheng Qing scratched his head and said hesitantly: "Anyway, I didn't sign the silence agreement... I guess he allowed me to tell my friends about it."

The witch narrowed her smile and reached out to the wizard ~www.readwn.com~ to bring it. "

"What?" Zheng Qing was a little startled.

"Notes!" The witch raised her eyebrows: "You said so much, don't you mean you have a lot of experience in transfiguration, can you teach me?"

"Oh, it's okay." Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, and quickly fetched out his transfiguration notes from the gray cloth bag. These materials are all recorded in his private lectures by Professor Yi every Tuesday night.

But before he handed the notes to Jiang Yu, the wizard hesitated.

"If you don't mind," he asked carefully, considering his own words, "Can you tell me what you want to do for transfiguration? ...Actually, according to the plan, we can also learn when we are in our senior year. These courses."

"Catch the murderer." Jiang Yu grabbed the notes in Zheng Qing's hand, stuffed it into his bag, lifted his chin slightly, and said firmly: "Since the school is not willing to catch the murderer seriously, then I can only find a way by myself. Be fair to Xiaobai!"

(= one second to remember)