Diana's duel had its brilliance.
On the surface, her victory was certainly due to the excellence of her deck, but the calmness and quick-wittedness she displayed during the duel were not something an ordinary person could compare to.
If one hadn't watched her duel, one would likely never imagine that this usually silly-looking little dummy could perform so dazzlingly.
After Diana, Professor Jones analyzed Justin Wayne's duel.
This sunny youth from the Knight House had unique aspects in both tactics and mentality; the only reason hindering his victory seemed to be that the quality of his Magic Guide Cards failed to keep up.
Professor Jones did not criticize him for his defeat, but instead gave him great praise.
Basically, she practiced her attitude towards victory and defeat through her own words and deeds.
And immediately following the students' anticipation, Professor Jones finally began to analyze Dark Demon's duel!
Many students actually wanted to analyze this duel, but due to limited skill or other reasons, they chose other subjects to analyze.
This time, with Professor Jones explaining it personally, it allowed people to maintain their interest while learning more.
However, her explanation this time did not focus on the strength of Dark's deck, or anything else, but started solely from the dueling technique, dissecting it to a certain degree.
"One fault that beginners often make during duels is the habit of using all the Magic Guide Cards in their hand at once. If they can suppress the opponent, that's best, but if they can't, it is very likely they will be taken out in one fell swoop!"
"So in a duel, learning to conserve one's hand is a very critical matter."
"Dark Demon performed very well in this duel, which is worth learning for most people."
Selectively speaking some words, Professor Jones then turned to another angle.
"Additionally, today I also want to take this opportunity to talk about the issue of commanding Magic Guide Spirits during a duel."
"As everyone knows, the intelligence level of Magic Guide Spirits is only 2.5; they do not possess complete thought circuits. Their actions mostly need the Magister to command."
"Although there is inevitably a delay during the process of issuing, receiving, and executing commands—which makes battles between Magic Guide Spirits generally head-to-head collisions—the importance of command is still unquestionable."
"Many people are used to shouting commands during command, as if only by doing so can the Magic Guide Spirit hear them."
"But actually, we have another more 'quiet' command method..."
Professor Jones took out a Magic Guide Card, placed it between her index and middle fingers, and displayed it slightly to the students.
Then she rubbed her two fingers, and the Magic Guide Card began to spin at her fingertips.
A pink, light, balloon-like Magic Guide Spirit shot out from the card face and materialized in the air.
"In this duel, Dark Demon used this method multiple times."
"This is my [Floaty-Yo]."
[Floaty-Yo] is an ornamental Magic Guide Spirit with 0 offense and defense.
Professor Jones blew a breath at that [Floaty-Yo], and it drifted unsteadily toward the top of the students' heads.
Professor Jones held the Magic Guide Card steady, injected a trace of magic power into her fingertip, and placed the Magic Guide Card of [Floaty-Yo] by her lips, whispering a few words softly. That [Floaty-Yo] then flew in a "heart-shaped" trajectory in the air.
She said:
"Using this method, one only needs to use magic power to draw a dedicated magic circle within the Magic Guide Card, and then continuously inject magic power. One can then use the Magic Guide Card as a relay station, and by speaking to the Magic Guide Card, let the Magic Guide Spirit of that card hear the commands."
"The advantage of this command method lies in being able to command Magic Guide Spirits remotely, without worrying about tactical leaks."
"The disadvantage is that it requires a large amount of magic power to maintain."
"For Magisters whose magic power is not abundant, it can be used selectively to protect the secrecy of their tactics."
Dark didn't expect his little secret to be exposed so quickly.
He leaned against the back of his chair and sighed slightly.
Actually, this command method was written in the Dueling Class textbook, it just hadn't been taught yet.
He had merely previewed and mastered it ahead of time.
After all, shouting and yelling in a duel, although hot-blooded at times, looked more like an idiot.
Unless his emotions reached a peak and he naturally shouted out.
Otherwise, he didn't like that kind of meaningless shouting.
Using a noble-style explanation, it was simply too ungraceful.
As for the magic power aspect.
At this moment, in terms of magic power quantity alone, he was already no less than the standard amount of an adult Magister.
In the duel with Senior Elsie Kevin, Dark had frequently used this method to issue extremely detailed commands to his Magic Guide Spirits.
For example, the timing for [Shuckle] to use its Ultimate Move, or the dodge reminders for [Gatomon].
Of course, there were also times when he couldn't help but shout out, like with [Magic Beast (Ditto)]'s transformation.
That he could achieve victory in the duel with Elsie Kevin was the result of multiple factors aggregating, and not, as some people saw it, a simple deck advantage!
In the analysis paper on his own duel, Dark had focused on recounting the superiority of this command method.
After explaining Dark's duel, Professor Jones continued to analyze the duel between Emma and Sarah, and this Dueling Class came to an end.
No homework was assigned today.
Then, in the second period of Tuesday morning, the nightmare-like Arithmetic Class struck again!
Five minutes before class, Professor Lily collected the "test papers," flipped through them slightly, and upon finding that all the papers were filled to the brim, she nodded with satisfaction and continued her lecture on equations.
However, apart from the students of the Noble House and a small number of top students, most of the students hadn't even laid a good foundation, making it even more impossible to understand the deeper coursework.
This reality, perhaps, would only be recognized after Professor Lily "personally" graded this assignment.
Tuesday afternoon, Magic History.
Professor Ryan Hacks seemed to have attempted to flip through books to find historical records; in this class, he unprecedentedly began to lecture on history from before the modern era.
He actually had a bit of the look of a Magic History Professor!
Wednesday morning, Potions.
Professor Thompson taught a potion named "Melanin Soup," said to be the gospel for those who stay up late, capable of keeping people awake during the night.
The boys instantly widened their eyes, listening to the class with extreme seriousness.
It seemed that with this Melanin Soup, playing a billion more games all night long would no longer be a dream.
In the Summoning Class afterward, Professor Silf explained the key points of Normal Summoning and Sacrificial Summoning in greater detail, especially Sacrificial Summoning.
She distributed practice [Summoning Cards] and had the students practice summoning on their own, while she personally went down to give guidance.
Even Dark benefited greatly.
Just the correction of a single key point allowed his Sacrificial Summoning to have a breakthrough!
It had to be said.
Textbook knowledge ultimately has its deficiencies; rote learning cannot cover everything.
The personal guidance of professors is more effective than a month of rote learning.
A week cycled, and tonight, it was finally time for Astronomy again.
The little Magisters still had fresh memories of last week's "prophecies," and especially deep impressions of the "prophecy homework."
The Noble House was fine thanks to having Dark, the note-taking maniac, but the other houses weren't so lucky; every one of them racked their brains and thought hard.
As for whether the prophecy they finally recalled was missing sentences or words, that could only be asked of the heavens.
But the matter of homework, once passed, was passed.
None of this could change the interesting nature of Astronomy.
"I wonder what Professor Medea Bartholomew will talk about in tonight's Astronomy class?"
"I guess stars!"
"I prefer the moon."
"According to Astronomy, the moon is also one of the stars, right?"
"I don't care, the moon is the moon, stars are stars!"
The little Magisters engaged in discussions of this sort, and after dinner, they successively rushed toward the twelfth floor of the Spiral Clock Tower.
The full twelve floors of stairs were indeed a very torturous climb for the students.
Just like their feelings at this moment, mixed with expectation for the Astronomy class, and repulsion toward the Astronomy homework...
Before 7:30 PM, the sky was already pitch black, and a dim moon curled in the distant sky.
Although it wasn't to the point where one couldn't see their fingers in front of them, it was still difficult to see the road ahead clearly.
If not for the spiral staircase's railings being solid enough, giving a very reliable feeling, there surely would have been cases of "acrophobia" suddenly appearing.
The little Magisters either summoned Magic Guide Spirits or used Magic Cards to illuminate the front, then ascended slowly.
Dark followed unhurriedly within the crowd, holding the Magic Card of [Magic Beast (Eevee)] in his hand.
Tonight, he had brought Little Eevee along again!
"Buyi buyi!"
Entering the Astronomy classroom, the students sat in their respective seats from the past, followed by discussions and guesses filled with anticipation.
It wasn't until the "Cuckoo" in the wall clock drilled out that someone suddenly realized—Professor Medea Bartholomew was late again!
Directly above the top of the clock tower.
The witch, dressed as always, sat inside a pumpkin carriage that melted into the night color, lifting the curtain to overlook the castle.
A voice came from beside her: "Medea, why are you always late?"
Medea's voice carried a natural and rich allure: "A slight lateness can increase people's sense of anticipation. If one is always punctual, it loses its beauty instead."
"I understand," that voice said helplessly. "It's a prophet's bad habit."
Medea couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle lightly: "You're right to say that. Alright, hide yourself, I'm going down."
Subsequently, the sound in the carriage ceased.
The pumpkin carriage, pulled by two black beasts, drilled out from the curtain of night, shedding the skin of the dark night and donning bright colors, as if walking out of a fairy tale.
The students in the classroom were already widening their eyes, looking up toward the top of their heads.
As the ceiling became transparent, that pumpkin carriage entered their field of view.
Medea passed through the ceiling that separated to both sides, driving the carriage to stop on the podium. Then she lifted the curtain and walked out from the carriage, bending over, her presence still making hearts tremble.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening."
The witch, wearing a charming smile, took off her pointed witch hat, letting her smooth black-purple long hair cascade down like a waterfall.
The tips of her long hair were slightly sharp, carrying a hint of playfulness.
Medea drew her wand from the witch hat and tapped the carriage.
That carriage instantly vanished along with rising smoke.
Then she placed the hat on the table and spoke: "The me of this week is one minute earlier than the me of last week. This is a progress."
As long as the baseline is low enough, one can make progress at any time.
Dark, listening to Medea's speech, couldn't help but have black lines appear on his face.
Although this professor had real substance, her personality didn't seem all that reliable.
"So, first question: Who am I?"
Professor Medea Bartholomew tapped her wand.
A boy in the classroom raised his hand high.
That boy looked at Professor Medea with a gaze full of heat, and spoke fanatically right then: "You are the Guide of Fate, the Diviner of the Starry Eyes, the Witch of the Silver Moon, my dream lover—Medea Bartholomew!"
"Spoken very correctly," Professor Medea said, showing no sign of anger at all. "Brad Gaunt, ten points deducted. Also, I feel that you are not quite suited for dreaming recently."
Subsequently, she blinked, and that boy from the Knight House looked dazed, a purple crescent mark emerging on his forehead.
The surroundings of the crescent were entwined with pitch-black patterns, as if locking something in.
Brad Gaunt subconsciously touched his forehead, looking completely bewildered.
Professor Medea merely waved her wand, and he sat down on his butt!
With a "Pa" sound!
The noise was so loud it seemed the chair was about to crack.
Professor Medea continued speaking with a face as if nothing had happened: "The moon is very round tonight; it is precisely when the trajectory of fate is most obvious. Among you, has anyone tried divination?"
But at this time, the students below the podium were feeling shocked by Brad Gaunt's encounter. Of course, whether that shock was mixed with worry, fear, or schadenfreude, no one knew.
Sarah Swati raised her hand: "Professor, I have tried divination with stones, but that was when I was little."
Medea nodded: "Stone divination, although a small trick, is considered reasonably accurate for predicting good or ill luck."
Emma Metis, unwilling to fall behind: "Professor, I tried gold coin divination, but that wasn't very accurate."
Medea smiled: "Gold coin divination has a long history, but the simpler the steps of the divination, the higher the requirement on the diviner themselves. Wait until you finish my Astronomy class, perhaps you can be more accurate."
Then her brow moved slightly, and she turned her gaze to Virt Gold in the back row, saying: "We always experience various interesting things in our childhood. So, Son of the Hero, please answer, did you play similar divination games in your childhood?"
Virt was stunned for a moment, then stood up and shook his head: "Sorry, Professor. I haven't played divination games."
The witch hat on the lecture table trembled slightly.
Medea changed the topic: "That is not a problem. Today our topic is observing the moon."
So she waved her wand, and the closed ceiling opened again.
The moon, which had been dim and lightless a few minutes ago, had actually become abnormally bright.
Moonlight scattered down, silhouettes graceful.
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