"Remote conduction and control of magic power places high demands on both the quality of magic power and one's ability to control it. Therefore, under normal circumstances, we wait until after the second year to study this content. However, there are some exceptionally outstanding individuals who, in just one semester, have grown to meet these requirements."
Professor Kazel tilted his wand up, pointing to the six students, including Dark, and then smiled.
"Today's lesson is primarily for them, but not only for them. Coming into contact with this knowledge early is beneficial for everyone present. Skillful control of magic power will make your future studies much easier."
"That's enough idle talk. I will now ask a student to assist me with a demonstration."
Professor Kazel turned his gaze to the six students, his eyes sweeping over their faces one by one, before finally choosing Dark, who possessed the most outstanding magic power quality and control.
"Demon, come here for a moment."
Dark took two steps forward, arriving in front of Professor Kazel.
Professor Kazel nodded with satisfaction and raised his wand. "Come, extend your hand and gather your magic power at your fingertip."
Dark extended his right hand and circulated his magic power to his index finger—this finger was also wearing the Magic Guide Ring gifted by Professor Kazel!
As the magic power gathered, a faint glimmer appeared on the tip of his index finger.
Professor Kazel extended his wand, tapped the tip of Dark's finger, and drew out that wisp of magic power, pulling a thin arc of light into the air.
The students below instantly fell silent, their eyes widening as they stared intently at that thin line.
"Remote conduction and control of magic power is essentially a branch application of magic materialization."
Professor Kazel's voice was stable and steady.
"We release magic power externally, condensing it into a thread, stretching it, stretching it, and stretching it further. On the basis of ensuring the magic power remains condensed and does not dissipate, we stretch it to the limit."
He began to move to the side, and as he walked, he pulled that thread of magic power longer and longer, gradually making it so slender that it was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
"If the quality of the magic power is insufficient, it will break during this process of gradual stretching."
He gently shook his wand, making the glowing, transparent thread become a bit more conspicuous.
"Fortunately, the quality of Demon's magic power is already quite good."
Speaking to this point, he suddenly let go of his hand, allowing the wand to float in the air, and then said to Dark.
"Come, manipulate your magic power and try to move this wand."
...
Dark frowned slightly.
The materialization of magic power was actually a very difficult thing.
Whether one was a Magister, a Wizard, or an Alchemist—anyone in a magic-related profession should know that magic power is a substance that dissipates extremely easily.
The human body is the best carrier for magic power, followed by substances like gold and mercury.
Once magic power is forced out of the body, it escapes rapidly outward.
The phenomenon of light emitted from this allows people to perceive magic power, which is otherwise invisible.
The stronger the light emitted by the magic power, the more magic power is dissipating.
Therefore, items like wands, magic pens, and magic swords are not merely extensions of the arm.
To materialize magic power—even if it is just a single thread—requires good magic control ability so that it does not dissipate too quickly when outside the body.
After obtaining the Magic Guide Ring, Dark had attempted techniques in this area, but he still couldn't resolve the issue of magic dissipation very well.
The fact that he could condense such a long, thin line this time without it directly dispersing was entirely due to Professor Kazel's guidance.
It looked effortless, but this ability to guide was actually extremely impressive.
In comparison, manipulating an already formed magic thread to move a wand—this was simply too easy.
He didn't even consider "how to do it"; he simply "wanted to do it," and the wand twirled a few times in the air, agile and free.
"Oh!"
Professor Kazel let out a very exaggerated shout, then reached out to grab the handle of the wand, saying, "Demon did extremely well! I'm actually regretting letting him demonstrate first now, because this might easily make you all think that moving a wand with magic power is a very simple matter. In reality, it is very difficult. Doron, you're second."
Doron: "Uh..."
This phrasing, which made it clear he was intended to be a negative example, made Doron completely unable to feel happy.
He secretly vowed to do no worse than Dark.
As a result, after Professor Kazel assisted him in stretching his magic power into a relatively short and small thread, he attempted to move the wand by relying on his own will. He abruptly flung the wand toward the ceiling, and the thread of magic power broke and vanished on the spot!
Stifled laughter immediately came from below the stage.
Doron's face flushed slightly red.
Professor Kazel reached out and tapped, recalling the wand to his hand, yet he nodded with satisfaction. "A very good demonstration."
Doron's face instantly turned black.
The few people on stage couldn't help but hold back their laughter.
Professor Kazel then began to explain how to control magic power to move objects, as well as techniques to keep magic power condensed without dispersing, occasionally picking someone to assist with the teaching.
Dark listened very seriously.
But after the first assisted demonstration, he was left on the bench.
The reason was that he was too perfect, so much so that he couldn't serve as a proper demonstration.
In contrast, Doron, who was lacking in magic talent, became the favored child.
Of course, the other students besides them were also called upon.
Pulling magic power into a line under Professor Kazel's guidance was a very precious experience.
As the saying goes, "where there is one, there is two."
Humans are creatures very adept at imitation and learning.
Having done it once, the second time becomes easier.
Simply reading books and self-studying would not produce such an effect.
...
Half an hour later, when the six students were getting a bit tired of standing on the podium, Professor Kazel finally distributed a magic ball tool the size of a ping-pong ball to each person.
The core technique of using magic power to manipulate a wand's movement actually lay in using one's own magic power to interfere with the wand's own magic power.
Because the wand itself contained magic power, it was easily moved.
This magic ball tool for assisted teaching operated on the same principle.
Professor Kazel smiled and said, "Try to rely on your own power to make the magic balls in your hands move."
The six students then began to attempt it relying on their own power, under the gaze of dozens of eyes from below the stage.
Without Professor Kazel's guidance, merely releasing magic power and condensing it into a line became extremely difficult.
Aside from the requirement for magic control ability, there was also a requirement for the strength of one's personal mental power.
Dark, having cultivated the [Nether God Art], possessed attainments in mental power higher than normal people.
The Demon God bloodline also endowed him with excellent magic talent.
Thus, in just two minutes, he successfully turned the magic ball tool into a "yo-yo," drawing a wave of gasps.
Diana, standing beside him, watched this scene eagerly, envious to death.
If envy was useful, everyone would have become a god long ago.
Diana gritted her teeth and buried her head in hard practice.
"Clumsy birds fly early" and "diligence can make up for clumsiness" are both commendatory terms, after all.
Further to the side.
Unwilling to lag behind, Doron tossed the magic ball into mid-air, then spread his fingers, interlocked his middle finger and thumb, and aimed at the magic ball with a fierce snap. He seemed to want to eject a thread of magic power from his finger to catch the magic ball.
The move was handsome, sure, but it wasn't a damn bit of use.
The magic ball fell to the ground with a "Pa."
Over in the Knight House group.
Emma held the magic ball in her palm, constantly thinking.
Justin and Virt believed in practice.
Virt grasped the magic ball, watching Dark manipulate his ball nimbly, and his heart felt like he had eaten a lemon—sour.
He wouldn't have been like this originally, but after seeing the intimate interaction between Senior Pandora and Dark in the library the day before yesterday, certain mindsets had changed.
"At least I can't lose to him by too much!"
Virt clenched his teeth fiercely and poured magic power into his fingertips.
"Poof!"
A soft sound.
The entire magic ball flew out violently, smashing ruthlessly toward Professor Kazel's forehead.
Then, at the instant before contact, some kind of reactive defense system was triggered.
The magic ball was rebounded back.
It smashed onto Virt's left eye with a "Bang."
"Oww!"
...
Magic Theory ended amidst the students' widespread discussions.
Aside from people occasionally glancing at Virt's panda eye, it was no different from usual.
"Don't be like this, Virt. It was just an accident."
Robert looked at the dejected Virt and tried to comfort him.
"I know it was an accident." Virt clenched his jaw tight. "But it shouldn't have happened!"
Robert shrugged. "There is nothing that shouldn't happen. Look, didn't Doron send his magic ball flying too?"
"That's different!" Virt suddenly raised his head, pointing at the bruise around his left eye. "His eyes didn't turn out like this."
Robert: "Alright, alright. Let's go find Sister Carian to get some potion."
Virt: "Aaaah!"
...
As the people in the classroom became fewer and fewer, Dark also packed up his books, preparing to leave.
Diana turned to look at him and asked with some worry, "Is this really useful?"
Dark blinked and admitted frankly, "I don't know."
Diana: "Eh?"
Rose immediately let out a light chuckle.
Diana lowered her head to look at the magic pen in her hand, feeling a burst of distress.
She hadn't succeeded during the practice on the podium.
In fact, aside from Dark, only Emma seemed to have grasped a little bit of it.
And after getting off the stage, Dark had taught her a technique called "pen spinning."
By manipulating the magic pen to rotate at close range, proceeding step by step from proficiency, until practice makes perfect, one could slowly increase the distance and make the magic pen fly.
But this technique was completely something Dark had come up with on the spot while practicing...
If it were anyone else, they would probably have thrown the magic pen back into their schoolbag in annoyance by now.
But Diana trusted Dark unconditionally; she was still practicing "pen spinning" in her hand even after picking up her schoolbag.
Just like that, they went all the way to the cafeteria.
The three of them carried their trays and found a seat by the cafeteria wall.
Diana spun her pen before the meal, and continued spinning after the meal.
Rose watched for a long time and couldn't help but pull out her magic pen to learn it too.
Learning more never hurts anyway, who cares if it's useful!
Besides, this "pen spinning" was actually quite fun.
...
Afternoon Potions class.
Professor Thompson also slightly increased the difficulty of the instruction.
The teaching span at St. Marian in every period was actually relatively large.
The span between the first semester and the second semester of the first year was considered average, but once they reached the second year, the little Magisters would discover that all content seemed to have jumped a tier.
Going up to the third year, the span would be even larger.
This was related to the system of magic guide knowledge.
It was also related to St. Marian's teaching style.
This was not preschool education, nor was it 'happy education.'
If one wanted to achieve something in their studies, autonomy was very important.
Apart from the content in class, making good use of the library was a good way to keep up with the curriculum.
And in this world.
Twelve years old was the final period of ignorance.
From twelve to fourteen, both boys and girls would mature very quickly.
In wartime, it was not uncommon for fourteen-year-olds to inherit the family business, marry, and have children.
However, in the relatively peaceful decade or so recently, society's requirements for children's mental maturity had relaxed a lot, dragging the "adulthood" of fourteen years old to sixteen.
And there was a trend to drag it further to eighteen.
But St. Marian's teaching system had not kept up with the changes of the times; many of its teaching concepts still remained in the wartime style.
This was the inevitable sluggishness of an ancient castle.
...
The difficulty of the content taught in this Potions class made some students complain endlessly. The large pile of homework assigned to help students master this part of the content submerged their thoughts even more.
Many people only suddenly realized at this moment that the new semester had arrived!
For a time, the library was filled with the vigorous figures of first-year students everywhere.
Dark was also among the crowd in the library. In order to finish his homework as quickly as possible, he worked a little harder than usual.
Rushing until before 5:30 in the afternoon, he finally completed the homework, and then, amidst the resentful gazes of Diana and Rose, he packed his schoolbag and walked out of the reading room.
"Clatter."
That was the sound of Diana's magic pen falling onto the table after a failed "pen spinning."
Virt, located in a certain corner of the reading room, looked up at just the right moment, perfectly capturing Dark's retreating figure.
"Done so quickly?"
Looking down at his homework that was only half done, Virt scratched his head in frustration.
He turned his head and suddenly discovered that even Robert's progress was faster than his!
...
The academic slackers were scratching their ears and cheeks.
The academic achievers were partying all night.
...
Dark arrived at the counter.
Pandora waved her hand after spotting him.
Dark then walked inside the counter, pulled up a stool, and sat down next to her.
Pandora closed her book and said, "Wait a little longer, Ms. Bella will come to take over the shift."
Dark considered his words. "Senior, how about we wait until the weekend to..."
Pandora asked with a face of innocence, "Why wait until the weekend?"
Dark: "Right now we can only go to the cafeteria..."
After all, Traveler Street was only open on weekends.
Since it was a treat to thank the Senior for her help, a free cafeteria meal was always not quite right.
Pandora said seriously, "That makes sense. Then let today's meal count as interest."
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