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The smoke coming out of the room filled the hallway and courtyard, alerting the staff.
Hardrial was arriving at that moment. He paused for a moment because of the thick smoke coming out, but when he saw his two students flying out the door, he rushed toward them.
"They're not seriously injured, the damage was only material," he thought when he saw them.
There was so much smoke that he had to cast several wind spells to disperse it forcefully.
Soon Louis and Laura began to cough, coming out of their momentary state of unconsciousness. Hardrial was staring at him.
"The tournament starts tomorrow, but here you are, trying to hurt yourselves by creating spells you can't." He said, helplessly.
Louis smiled a little apologetically. "We wanted to see if we could create a level 5 spell," he said.
