The Wizard's Marvel Journey

Awkward, deathly silence.

After the white electric light passed, accompanied by blurred vision and rising black smoke, everyone's expressions were really indescribably wonderful.

Table: "Who did I offend?"

Not to mention the scorched century-old oak table, the appearance of the two people in the front row at this moment is enough for Professor Gemma to pay attention to.

"Well... I said I didn't mean it, do you believe it?"

Rohr asked hesitantly, carefully looking at Emma, ​​who had a dumb look on her face. The beautiful little witch with red lips and white teeth looked as if she had just emerged from the fireplace.

"Roel Claude..."

There was no rage as expected, which surprised Rohr.

Emma whispered softly, seemingly unaware of her miserable condition. The air was filled with the aroma of burning protein, which was very similar to Rohr's mood at the moment.

"Is this what you said, you don't know how to use magic?"

Emma seemed to have calmed down, and her tone was straightforward, as if she was explaining an insignificant matter.

"No, it's murderous!"

Rohr was shocked and watched as a strand of burnt black hair fell from Emma's head and completed its final disintegration at the tip of her nose.

"That's really cool. Are you using a levitating spell? My blasting spell isn't even that powerful." Claire's eyes were filled with sparkles, as if Rohr was being baked on a fire rack.

Rolle felt a little sad.

Inexplicably, Rohr thought of a demolition genius named Seamus, who blew up an entire trestle in Hogwarts and half of Harry Potter's hair curtain.

Maybe Rohr can do it in the future, but looking at the missing piece of hair on Emma's forehead, life is simply extremely gloomy.

"I...well, listen to me..."

Regardless of the burn on his face, Rohr danced and gestured, "I don't know, I followed Professor Jima's instructions, and then somehow, I also..."

Professor Jima wanted to hit someone, and her face suddenly darkened.

"Emma...Emma, ​​don't say anything..." Rohr was so panicked. Emma seemed to have not only a flesh wound, but also a brain injury...

"I'll do it, I'll do it, I've learned it before!" Claire shouted loudly, waving the wand in her hand.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" Rohr's face was filled with fear. Magic and all that were really scary.

"I've learned some healing techniques. Trust me, don't move!" Claire said excitedly. Under the aura of a man named Reckless, Claire was especially concerned about this kind of thing.

"Wait, Claire... don't..." Roel shouted helplessly, but Claire moved faster, and even Professor Gemma had no time to interrupt Claire, only the tip of Claire's wand was visible. The white light flashed, then turned into a dazzling red.

"Wind of Healing!"

Rohr really wanted to ask what this red light was about, but then he felt his face tighten, and then it felt like something was bulging out.

The burning sensation subsided, and an extremely itchy feeling crawled onto my face.

Soon, Rohr found the answer on Emma's little face. Bright red bulges covered her cheeks, and then with a pop, as if special effects were added, one on the tip of Emma's nose exploded. opened.

"Miss Rupert, what are you doing!"

Professor Gemma finally returned to the front row. Her face was ashen and her eyes were fixed on the three people in the front row.

"Sorry, Professor, I seem to have made a mistake." Claire lowered her head and kept mumbling about what went wrong.

"Thunderbird Academy, sixty points have been deducted because of the three of you!" Professor Jima seemed to have forgotten that she was the dean of Thunderbird Academy.

"what?"

"Sixty!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Of course, the meanings of the two are different.

The people from Thunderbird Academy looked shocked, while the Horned Water Serpent Academy, adhering to the reserve of smart people, quietly hid their surprise and gloating in the voices of a group of reckless men.

Sure enough, a reckless man is a reckless man, and if that Claire is from the Horned Water Snake Academy, I'm afraid she will be blamed on them this time.

Practice mistakes, these are all minor problems, but Claire...

Well, the most painful thing is the little unfortunate Emma.

She is so difficult.

From the moment Emma woke up from a nightmare and joined the Brutal Academy as a matter of course, it was like covering the flowers with a layer of frost. Then Roll used magic to process and bake them twice. In the end, Claire Performed a soul critical attack.

This is no longer as simple as a dunk on the head.

This is simply poking out the roots.

"Yes, sixty points!" Professor Gemma was ruthless. She looked at Roel and Emma with dumb faces. Emma's empty eyes were a silent accusation against the world.

There were also two tragically dead feathers and a charred ancient oak table.

There's no way I can take this Charms class.

"Miss Rupert, in view of your behavior, you have to submit an in-depth examination of this incident and ten public labor hours." Professor Gemma suppressed her anger, "And you, Mr. Claude, Remember, ask for a full roll of parchment.”

"What? I just..."

"There is no reason. Remember to report to the Academic Affairs Office!" Professor Jima said coldly. It seems that several thorns in the future classroom have been born.

One man and two women?

What a novel combination!

"Okay, Miss Claire, you have other tasks."

"What? Cure them both? Don't worry, leave it to me!" Claire reacted quickly and was about to raise the wand at that moment.

"Don't do this, I don't want to, let me go!" Rohr shouted, not forgetting to grab Emma.

Emma was like a rag doll at this time, letting Rohr drag her around.

"That's enough, you guys!" The veins in Professor Jima's temples seemed to bulge, and her owl-like eyes immediately suppressed all the laughter in the classroom.

"Now, right away, Miss Rupert," Professor Gemma said angrily, taking away Claire's wand, "Take Miss Wilson and Mr. Claude to the school infirmary, unless you want them to Both of them will look like this in the future.”

The class burst into laughter again.

Luo Er knew that he was embarrassed this time. There was no wizard selected by the college, the only being who failed to cast the floating spell, plus the female classmate who was hurt by him...

Nothing could be worse than this, to be remembered for a lifetime?

"Hey, is that so?" Claire showed a natural look. She obviously looked like an angel, but was this also something a wizard did?

"Then my wand!"

"Go back to the Academic Affairs Office to get it yourself. Now, get out of here!"