In the afternoon, Ron arrived on time at the "Alchemy Practice" classroom.
The classroom was a spacious hexagonal space, with a massive alchemy workstation in the center, surrounded by twelve smaller student stations.
Each station was equipped with basic alchemy tools and some commonly used materials.
The trainees arrived one after another, most of them wearing the gray robes of an Elementary Apprentice, with only a few wearing professional badges.
Ron noticed that among the trainees present, the youngest still seemed several years older than him.
Once everyone was seated, an elderly man with silver hair entered the classroom.
He wore a dark brown robe, with silver trims on the cuffs and collar, clearly identifying him as the lecturer here.
"Welcome to 'Alchemy Practice'." The old man's voice was deep and powerful:
"I am the professional Alchemist, Thompson, and I will be guiding you into the world of Alchemy over the next month."
