NOVEL NEXT Chapter 301: The Witch King teaches, knowledge becomes unattainable
The school-level league actually has hidden rules.
Each hosting school will accept students from other schools for classes.
While this is exchanging knowledge, it is also engaging in invisible competition.
They can impress students from other schools by performing well in class.
You can also study the test questions for the knowledge competition through the lectures of professors.
The leader among them at that time was the Banad Magic School.
This school is famous for its rigorous potions and ancient languages, and its principal has a strong desire to win.
The principal has reflected issues regarding the venue and the fairness of the referee to the Magic Education Department more than once.
Because so far, they are still a school without a championship and have not held a school-level league.
Principal Banad protested seriously and even questioned the impartiality of the Department of Education.
In this regard, other schools that have not held school-level leagues and have not won championships said: "He is a guy who can even find fault with goblins' farts."
Hogwarts got the right to host a school-level league for the second time, and Banad was the one who was most dissatisfied.
Unfortunately, how their headmaster beats is of no use to these freewheeling wizards.
The principal of Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School, surnamed Zhang, said that the more you look for problems within yourself, the more you will practice.
Although it also failed to win the championship, Tarot Magic Vocational and Technical School has never fallen out of the top four.
This year, it is not only Beauxbatons who want to avenge their disgrace, but also the Banade School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Their principal is very confident because this year their lineup is the strongest ever.
The establishment of the Magic Kingdom allowed more wizards to receive fair education and gave birth to more geniuses.
"He's from the Perdius family."
"And Odd Ollie, my God, I saw him in the Quidditch magazine and he was the youngest ever seeded Quidditch, only Krum was above him."
The rune classroom was lively.
Principal Banad had a look of pride on his face.
Master Nicholas coughed, the wise man who pursued knowledge and was recalled by Principal Benader when he retired.
For this year, they are fully prepared for revenge.
Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons glanced at the Benader student, her expression a little solemn.
This year's Banad lineup can be described as terrifying.
Self-confidence is extremely important for students.
A blow to self-confidence will play a key role in future performance.
Beauxbatons collided with the Banard School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in some aspects, such as their study of ancient languages, alchemy, and potions.
What Beauxbatons is most proud of is that they have two of the greatest alchemists in the world.
Yes, both.
One is Nicol Flamel, the undisputed greatest alchemist who created the Philosopher's Stone and lived to be 665 years old.
The other one is John Wick.
The Witch King of the world is also the greatest alchemist in the world. He is the only person in existence who can refine the magic stone and the elixir of death.
Although the whole world knew that the Witch King graduated from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons felt that the Witch King was a student of his own school director and had studied abroad at Beauxbatons.
It can even be said that the alchemical enlightenment was completed in Beauxbatons.
Rounding things off, he is a Beauxbatons man!
There are two greatest alchemists. The hardest thing for them to accept is that they are suppressed by other schools regarding alchemy and ancient languages.
Beauxbatons' biggest opponent this year is Ben'ad, and that Perdius is a rare ancient speaker.
She cares about Quidditch's Odd Ollie as well.
If you said football is the most popular sport in the Muggle world, some people might jump out and argue.
But in the wizarding world, Quidditch is the most popular sport. This is just like birds flying in the sky. It is a basic common sense.
As a senior Quidditch fan, Ms. Maxim longed for an epoch-making genius like Krum to appear on the Beauxbatons team.
The invisible battle has begun.
When John walked in the door, he could sense the thirst for knowledge these children had.
He was very pleased that such a group of children was the future of the Magic Kingdom.
In the eyes that were hungry for knowledge, Ms. Maxim and Principal Benad were confused.
"Witch, witch..." Principal Ben'ad's eyes were red, and his body was trembling, as if he was about to pull away in the next second.
Ms. Maxim was not much better. This tall lady had wide eyes and an expression full of astonishment.
A familiar scene flashed through her mind.
The Witch King's lecture at Beauxbatons was still fresh in his mind.
More importantly, why is the Witch King here?
"Okay, be quiet."
John smiled harmlessly, "Professor Bablin asked me to take over one lesson because he was temporarily unavailable. You can call me Professor Wick."
These current students have basically never seen what John looks like.
Since the Witch King rarely has his own portrait, there are only two statues, one at the Wizard University and the other at the Silver Wolf School of Magic.
The students at Silver Wolf Magic School looked at John and felt like they had seen him somewhere before.
Although the Witch King is young, he is still unfamiliar to these children, who are at most eighteen years old.
"Okay, take out your textbooks..." John looked at the "Advanced Runes" in his hand, which is an advanced runes textbook.
But he thought for a while and said, "Forget it, no need. I think you should have already mastered the content of this book."
He felt that "Advanced Runes" was a bit too low-level based on the abilities of current students.
After all, he had mastered this book before the third grade.
Seventh grade students should be more advanced.
The confident students had just taken out the advanced runes when John's words confused them.
No, where does your confidence come from to think that I have mastered it?
My mother doesn't even have that much confidence in me.
John didn't see the resentful expressions on the students' faces. He cleared his throat and said, "Let's start our course. Let me think about it, let's start with the advanced language."
Master Nicholas was still examining the young Professor Wick.
He was originally a member of the Researchers Association, but later the Researchers Association was disbanded and he began his teaching career.
It must be said that his timing was very bad. In the era of the Witch King, he missed an important meeting because he was studying the legendary ancient elven language.
Hearing that John was going to start speaking from ancient languages, his stern face became more appreciative.
"It seems that Professor Wick also has a deep understanding of ancient languages."
The advancement of ancient languages is a key step from translating ancient languages to casting spells in ancient languages.
For things like magic, it doesn't mean that the older the better, but it is undeniable that some powerful magic will not be eliminated over time.
There are extremely outstanding wizards in every era, but the magic they left behind will be lost due to the lack of language.
Scholars of ancient languages exist to re-decipher those magics.
John started speaking.
The students were confused from the beginning to dull at the end.
Perdius, a natural speaker of ancient languages, was confident that his knowledge of ancient languages was comparable to those of the elders who had studied for a long time.
As time went by, his expression gradually changed from confident, to dull, to collapse.
what's the situation?
Obviously he is using an ancient language, but who can tell me the relationship between cattle and the earth, and what it means for horses to gallop together with wind and freedom?
Spellcasting in ancient languages?
Wait, how did you do that?
I didn't learn it!
Can't understand, don't understand at all.
I knew every word, but the combination was as foreign as a fire dragon beating a troll.
The giant is dancing ballet, and Xiu Xiu is a generous and rich man who is willing to give charity.
Perdius didn't know how he got through this lesson.
It's like a person talking to you in words you can understand, but you can't taste any of the information inside.
It's similar to asking your boss if you want to go in with your left foot or your right foot when going out with you, or if you want to call a taxi for the boss.
There are two trees in front of my house, one is a jujube tree and the other is also a jujube tree. What kind of thoughts does the author express?
The horror of reading comprehension made this ancient speaker feel like he was in a dream.
Not to mention him, even Master Nicolaitin went from recognizing and approving at the beginning to questioning others, doubting himself, denying himself, and beating himself up later.
The originally straight waist gradually bent down as the class progressed.
Master Nicholas murmured to himself: "Is my research direction wrong?"
He was numb when he heard the familiar syllables of John speaking in the ancient Elvish language.
"My lord, the Witch King, what on earth is he trying to teach me?" Ben'ad's student collapsed.
"Knowledge, these are the key points, but I don't know how!" The Beauxbatons student covered his head and doubted life.
"Rune, Elvish, the ancient language is profound and profound, I can't understand it!" The Tarot student looked painful.
"I suspect he is using knowledge to insult me." The Hogwarts student felt as if someone had given him a gold brick of knowledge and struck him in the face.
"I want to go home, I don't want to compete anymore." Durmstrang, a famous academic who ranked first in his grade, was crying at his desk.
John ended his lecture amidst the fierce drama below. He looked kind and asked: "How is it? Did you learn it?"
"Let me think about it, who volunteers to come up and demonstrate the grammar of the prayer of the Colossus of Flower God?"
The seventh graders and the elites from each school lowered their heads, shrinking their necks like scumbags who were afraid of being called out, praying in their hearts that they would not be called out.
"Master Nikolain, why did you lower your head?" The Banade students were asking for help from their professor, but when they turned around, Nikolain turned his head away and coughed twice.
"Why do you feel like these students are not very active?" John saw that no one raised their hands, and he wondered, "When I was in school, weren't they all very active?"
Miss Know-It-All's hands are like a classic in every class. You can always see her hands raised high when answering questions.
This class is over.
Students are bombarded with knowledge.
The question they ask the most is, "Do you understand?"
Principal Ben'ad's expression became even uglier.
Because he didn't understand either.
And if you steal the chicken, you won't lose the rice.
Perdius, whom he was optimistic about, had only one question in his mind at this time.
“I have never felt that knowledge was so unattainable.”
He used to laugh at others, but he can finally understand the feelings of those he laughed at.
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