After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

the next day at eight o'clock in the morning

Outside the gate of the High School of Conjuration

Gojo Sora was wearing a black kimono modified from a high-quality uniform, with black buttons decorated with red swirls on the cuffs, and matched with a high-necked cape, which tightly wrapped the whole body, only revealing a slightly pale face.

He raised his eyes to look at the high school in front of him, a dark light flashed in his light blue eyes, the corners of his lips rose slightly by 0.1 cm, and he turned his head and told the subordinates behind him: "Li Mei stay, you go back first."

The men in black standing three steps away responded in unison.

Limei took the black umbrella from his subordinate, held the umbrella in one hand, and pushed the wheelchair in with the other.

On the way to the sophomore class, there were occasional stairs. At such times, Limei would use spells to condense the icy road, step on the thick ice, and walk all the way to the classroom smoothly.

Li Mei stood in front of the classroom door and tapped on the door lightly with her fingers.

At this moment, there are only the newly-arrived Nitrate and Noctuid sitting on the chair in the classroom.

When there was a knock on the door, Ye Mozheng turned his head to look, saw this frail student, and nodded slightly to him: "Good morning."

"Good morning, Teacher Noctua." Gojo Sora greeted him with a gentle smile, and after a pause, he turned his head to look at Jiarui Nitzi: "Morning, classmate Jiarui."

"morning."

Jia Ruozi took out a lollipop, tore open the package, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked at Wujo Sora with one hand on his chin. The last time we met was a week ago. When we met today, his physical condition seemed to be worse up.

Limei pushed the wheelchair to the seat, put down five empty schoolbags, took out a notebook and a pen and put them on the table, and said with a blank expression, "I'll wait for you outside."

With Wujo Sora's physical condition, he could not take a full day of class, and could only support 3-5 hours at most.

Who knows, Wu Tiaokong refused, and said gently: "No, you go back first."

"Pick me up after class."

Li Mei looked at him, met the expression in those light blue eyes, and nodded: "Okay."

At 08:30, the class officially begins.

The seat in front of him was empty, he glanced up, opened his notebook gracefully, and looked at Noctua Zhengdao sitting on the podium.

This is Gojo Sora's first contact with magic courses. Whether in Italy or Japan, ordinary humans cannot attend magic schools.He was too lazy to use his influence, so he simply spent 17 years in Italy to recuperate.

The conjuration college is different from the ordinary college. On the surface, it is written as a religious school and does not teach cultural courses. Only conjurers can study here.

Because, this is a school for cultivating outstanding conjurers.

And he is a useless trash who shouldn't be here.

Thinking of this, the five empty eyes darkened slightly, unconsciously clenched the pencil, and sketched a stroke on the paper that almost penetrated the paper. , but only he knew that he was distracted.

so boring.

Whether it's this world, this magic world, or this school.

I want to paint everything in a bright red color.

That must be nice--

Wujo Kong put down his pen, the usual gentleness in his eyes disappeared, he took out several medicine bottles from his pocket expressionlessly, poured out medicines of different colors, and threw them neatly into his mouth.

The bitter taste diffused in his mouth, allowing him to suppress those surging thoughts that wanted to break free.

eight fifty

Veins popped out of Noctua Zhengdao's forehead, but he tried his best to suppress his anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Glass, where are Wu and Jie?"

Hearing the teacher calling for herself, Iyuri Nishiko looked away from Gojo Sora. After hearing this, she blinked and confessed: "Those two guys were invited to the Yokohama Police Station yesterday."

"Hmm..." She tapped her chin lightly, and said with all her thoughts: "Maybe I can't make it back in time?"

Anyway, those two people will not have any accidents. Based on their understanding of them, they probably took the opportunity to skip class and plan to spend some time in Yokohama.

Hearing this, Ye Mozheng almost lost his grip on the chalk in his hand: "Yokohama Police Station?" He didn't know what to think, his brows were furrowed, and his tone suddenly became serious: "What did those two bastards do?!"

He even sent himself to the police station? !

"Teacher, I know about this." Wujo Kong suddenly raised his hand high, and after the eyes of the two fell on him, he smiled helplessly, and slowly said the beginning of the matter: "—Big brother and classmate Xia You It should be fine."

The Wutiao family would not allow such a thing to happen, not to mention that with Wutiao Wu's ability, he could come out by himself.

It was nothing more than a prank to send them to the police station.

Obviously, it only needs one sentence to explain clearly, but Wujo Kong didn't do that. Even if Wujou realized his intentions, Wujokong didn't worry.

He just wanted Wujo Wu to know.

After listening to the whole process, Noctua Zhengdao didn't know what to say for a while, and he pursed his lips tightly. After a long while, he said in a deep voice: "Continue to class."

In view of the fact that there was a freshman who had no magic power this time, Night Moth Zhengdao explained as usual after making sure that he was not in any way uncomfortable.

After he finished speaking, he subconsciously looked at Wujo Kong, and saw that he was listening very carefully, and was still copying notes in a notebook.

Seeing this scene, Ye Mo Zhengdao's mood was instantly complicated.

If Wujo Wu could be like Wujo Kong, let him worry less.

Of course, this can only be thought about in the brain.Night Moth Zhengdao sighed wearily, and continued to finish the rest of the lesson.

When the two classes were coming to an end, the classroom door swung open, and Gojo Satoru walked in with a sleepy face while yawning.

Xia Youjie was a step behind, but he seemed to be in good spirits.

The two of them went straight to their seats and sat down as if they didn't see the dark-faced Noctua Moth going the right way.

Jia Ruozi kept winking at them, and the two of them only realized the existence of Noctuma Zhengdao after a while.

"Morning, teacher." Xia Youjie raised his hand and greeted the moth Zhengdao, while Gojo Wu next to him looked like he couldn't wake up, and sat down on the table, ready to squint for a while, as if he didn't notice Go to the next five empty.

Xia Youjie poked him secretly.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes with difficulty, held back his sleepiness and greeted him: "Good morning, teacher—"

Blue veins popped out of Ye Mo Zhengdao's forehead, and he slammed Wujo Wu's head hard with his fist.

The two were late for two classes, and they still told him early? !

A small bag popped up on Gojo Wu's head in an instant. He held his chin and looked depressed, and said indifferently, "It's just two classes..."

Night Moth Zhengdao didn't have time to pay attention to this problem student, he stood on the podium with his hands on the table, and said another thing: "Jie, there is a mission for you to go with Kong."

Hearing this suddenly, Xia Youjie slightly opened his slender eyes, glanced at the white-haired boy behind him out of the corner of his eyes, and asked curiously, "What is the mission?"

Moreover, let him take five empty missions?

Ye Moth looked at Xia Youjie rightly, and moved his eyes back to the five empty faces. The young man sat with his back straight, his soft hair hanging down naturally, and a faint smile hanging from his mouth meaning.

The young man looked natural and did not raise any doubts at all.

"Exorcise the second-level curse spirit and retrieve the super-level curse object."

He looked back again: "This time the location is an abandoned shrine."

"Shrine?" Xia Youjie frowned slightly: "This should be a very holy place."

Mantra spirits are born from the negative emotions of human beings. Places like schools, hospitals, etc. where countless negative emotions have accumulated are often the most likely to produce mantra spirits.

However, considering the existence of special-grade curse objects, it is not surprising that they attract curse spirits.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru raised his head, his blue eyes covered by the sunglasses narrowed slightly: "Wait, are you sure you want him to follow?"

After a pause, Gojo Satoru added, "You need to walk up the stairs to go to the shrine."

He didn't name names, and everyone present was obedient.

"No need." Noctua Zhengdao didn't want to say more: "Jie, I will send you the address."

"So far, several teenagers and girls have died tragically in the shrine." Having said this, Ye Mozheng's eyes darkened: "We must resolve this matter as soon as possible to avoid causing more casualties."

"Jay, don't be careless."