Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 737: The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (I)

A week later.

Serpentis College.

The overcast sky was like an invisible curtain, hanging heavily over the Serpentis Academy.

Large gray clouds shrouded the surroundings of the academy, with layers of fog piling up without a single ray of sunlight penetrating.

Occasionally, faint flashes of lightning would appear deep in the clouds, portending some uneasy omen.

The entire academy seemed to be shrouded in the palm of darkness. An oppressive atmosphere permeated every inch of the air, revealing an indescribable chill.

The wind whistled between the high towers and stone walls of the academy, lingering in the ears like a whisper or some kind of warning.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air of the fourth-grade classroom. The sky outside the window was as dark as iron. The dim light barely filtered into the classroom through the heavy curtains, which seemed to cast a gloomy shadow on everyone's mood.

Camille Schifani and her fellow Deer Academy students sat at old wooden desks with other Serpentis Academy fourth-year students, notebooks spread out in front of them, but no one was really paying attention to what was being said on the podium.

The old craftsman was standing on the podium, explaining in a serious tone the dangerous properties of the threatening creature "Sky Chain Snake". It was a terrifying creature that was said to be able to instantly lock onto the magical fluctuations of its prey and devour it completely.

The old craftsman on the podium vividly described the hunting methods of the Sky-Chained Snake, trying to attract the students' attention.

However, Camille noticed that most of the students in the class wrote down the same formula on the paper at the same time - [N=(P(M+E))/C]

This seemingly boring formula flows out from the tip of the pen, with scattered handwriting and strong brushstrokes, some of which are even repeatedly outlined, embedded in every piece of paper like some kind of symbol.

Camille looked down at the repeated letters and numbers in her notebook, but her thoughts had already flown away from the podium.

She felt that this simple mathematical formula was like an invisible crack, behind which was a secret that could not be ignored and was spreading silently from every corner of the academy.

It was a silent force, like a storm that was forming, without any roar or roar, but full of irreversible power.

Formulas, numbers, and symbols are brewing and fermenting in a new atmosphere, and an unstoppable flame is burning.

The shocking view revealed by this formula has shocked many spellcasters to find that their purpose of learning magic was to improve themselves, but they were regarded as a source of energy by the deep network.

This theory overturned the spellcasters' trust in the Weave and also aroused initial suspicion of the Auror family.

Some civilian wizards realized that perhaps they had never truly mastered magic, but were instead used as a "source of magic power" by their families, and gradually began to panic about being deprived.

In the discussion of the Magic Research Society, the young spell researchers discussed enthusiastically, the formulas were analyzed repeatedly, and some emerging schools even tried to verify their accuracy by combining them with actual spellcasting experiments.

Outside the campus, this new kind of doubt has silently spread to more people.

The private conversations among the wizard mentors became heavy and hesitant, and the doubts of the young wizards began to make them realize that this was an unprecedented shock.

Not only within the academy, but even the wizards and civilian mages in the city quietly gathered in the shadows of taverns and markets, whispering about the news of the "node number formula".

Whispers in the corners of taverns, brief discussions between wandering wizards on the streets, and even vendors selling magical tools in the market began to doubt the true intentions of those families.

This doubt penetrated into the hearts of every wizard, shaking their faith in the magic network and their own magic power.

Jingle Bell--

The bell for the end of get out of class rang slowly, like a symbol of relief that had already penetrated into the students' bones, breaking the depressing atmosphere in the classroom.

The old craftsman standing in front of the lecture hall was eloquently explaining the complicated defense techniques against the dark arts. Facing the students who were lowering their heads and not paying attention, he could not help but sigh and paused.

After a moment, he assigned some unnecessary homework in a helpless tone and announced the end of get out of class.

The students could no longer hold back and scattered in an instant, textbooks tightly in their hands, rushing to the exit of the lecture hall in twos and threes, and walked out of the classroom eagerly.

Camille and the Luyuan student group, who were sitting in the audience seats, also stood up along with the others.

As soon as Camille stepped out of the door, she felt someone poking her shoulder. She turned around and saw Ushas frowning slightly and whispering to her side:

"Something's wrong, look."

She quietly pointed to the end of the corridor, where students from Serpentis College were flocking to the college's public area. The atmosphere was strange and solemn.

Camille looked in the direction of Ushas's finger and indeed sensed something was wrong. He felt that the air in the entire academy was slightly depressing.

"Come on, let's go over and take a look."

Without hesitation, she took out the Moon Shadow Snake Wand and nodded to signal the other students from the Deer Academy to follow.

Everyone carefully followed the flow of people, passed through the winding corridors, and approached the public area.

As expected, what they saw was that the students of Serpentis College were divided into two groups in the public area, and the whole atmosphere was filled with strong confrontation and hostility.

Camille scanned the crowd and immediately recognized two figures facing each other in the front of the group.

An arrogant wizard in a gorgeous red robe, surrounded by students from the Giant Serpent Sect. His powerful aura made his identity known at a glance.

Lucas Kelasel, the head of the Serpent Faction, is a descendant of the Kelasel family.

Opposite him was a wizard whose clothes were obviously simple and even a little shabby.

There were many students from the Mystical Scale School gathered around him, as well as students from the Fang School and the Venom School. They were obviously a group of civilian wizards.

This person is none other than Sadric Weasley, the head of the entire grade of the Mysterious Scales School.

Although he did not have the support of a half-blood or Auror family background, his firm eyes and resolute expression still made him the center of attention among the students around him.

Camille and the Luyuan student group watched the confrontation in front of them with bated breath, and they couldn't help but feel nervous.

Ushas whispered, “It looks like the conflict between the Giant Snake Faction and the Mysterious Scale Faction has really erupted.”

Camille frowned and clenched the wand in her hand.

"The terror is not limited to these two factions. The entire Naga Ring is about to be turned upside down."

As a top student, Camille knows the impact of the node formula better than the thick-skinned Ushas.

*
*
In public areas.

The thick air was filled with tension and confrontation.

As soon as Camille and the Luyuan student group squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, they saw that a heated argument had already broken out.

The red-robed wizard Lucas Kylaser stood aside, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt, his arms folded across his chest, and glanced arrogantly at the mysterious Scale Faction students who gathered around him.

Opposite him, the plainly dressed Sadric Weasley was glaring at Lucas. A large number of students supporting him gathered around him, their eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Lucas slowly raised his hand, seemingly completely disdainful of looking at Sadric, with a sneer on his face:

"Still advocating for 'node burden'? Ridiculous, it's just nonsense made up by you mudbloods."

He looked around slowly and contemptuously, like a high-ranking judge treating a group of fools.

"You half-bloods, muggle-borns who can barely control magic, yet you think you can challenge the sanctity of our bloodline? Weasley, do you know what naturalism is? Or have you only heard a few rumors and thought you could point out the secrets of the Weave?"

The so-called natural law of magic means that the construction of the magic network is derived from the mysterious magical balance. The energy of all spellcasters is "naturally absorbed" and is not manipulated by any specific group.

People led by the Kailasel family further promoted the "naturalistic theory of magic", claiming that the magic network is a common magic network for the entire plane, and the magic power contribution of all spellcasters is a "sacred duty."

[Any behavior that questions the burden of a node is a betrayal of magic!!!]

Sadric's face flushed red, and he stood up straight in anger, his voice full of determination and anger:

"Is the magical naturalism you mentioned true?"

"Don't fool yourself! What we need is real data, extraordinary data, which comes from real spirituality and wisdom."

"The formula theory is valid, the formula data is valid, the formula deduction is valid - the 'node burden' is real - every ordinary spellcaster is paying the price for your deep magic network."

Lucas snorted coldly, shook his head slightly, with full disdain in his eyes, and responded coldly:
"so what?"

"Even if it's true, so what, Weasley? We maintain the order of the magic network and protect the laws of this world. Magic should be controlled by Aurors. This is the truth that history has taught us. Mudbloods have only obtained the most insignificant magical authority. What right do they have to complain?"

Sadric took a step forward, looking directly at Lucas, and said in a low but powerful voice:
"That is why we have to reveal the truth. Your distinction between the surface and deep webs is nothing but a lie to maintain family authority through exploitation. The node burden has made us your 'mana suppliers'. This exploitation contributes the mana of ordinary spellcasters to your deep web. Do you dare to say that this is not a plunder of our rights?"

Lucas' eyes flashed with anger, and his tone became colder. He stepped forward step by step, his eyes full of contempt, mocking Sadric's ignorance:

"Plunder? That's the natural law of the magic system! Instead of wasting magic on you mudbloods, it's better for our Kaelassere family to use it more reasonably! 'Node burden' is just a fantasy of you low-level spellcasters. Those who really understand magic will understand that magic belongs to Aurors and should not be wasted on lowly bloodlines!"

Listening to Lucas's arrogant remarks, the surrounding Mystical Scale Faction students showed anger in their eyes, while the Giant Snake Faction students who supported Lucas smiled in approval.

The situation became increasingly tense.

Facing the further provocation of the Mudblood, Lucas's face suddenly changed. Looking at the murderous intent in Weasley's eyes that was no longer concealed, the air around him seemed as heavy as if it was frozen.

"Mudblood, you forced me to do this - it seems you have forgotten the significance of the existence of Naivaheban!"

He suddenly pulled out his wand from his robes, his eyes fierce, raised his hand to point at Weasley, and shouted coldly in Parseltongue:
"Elemental Surge!"

The Auror used [Parseltongue] to connect to the deep network, quickly downgrade and deconstruct the complex magic of up to six rings, and then released it.

A heart-pounding wave of magical power erupted from the tip of the wand, and along with a low chanting of a spell, four elements - fire, lightning, acid and ice - gushed out violently, like a torrent of magical power, rushing straight towards the crowd of civilian wizards led by Weasley.

Blazing flames burned in the air, lightning flashed with dazzling light, cold ice and corrosive acid intertwined to form a terrifying elemental storm.

Weasley's face turned pale when he saw this. He raised his wand hastily, his voice slightly hoarse with fear:
"Protect against energy damage!"

The civilian wizards around Weasley also raised their wands in fear, trying to set up a protective shield in the chaos.

However, faced with magic of this power, their shields were nothing more than fragile barriers as thin as paper, and the faint light barely managed to resist the surging torrent of energy.

A ball of blazing flames hit Weasley's chest hard, causing him to stagger back.

His body was suddenly knocked flying and hit the stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar cracked and Weasley slid to the ground.

If he had not already cast the Stoneskin Technique, he would probably have died by now.

He struggled to look up at Lucas, coughing up blood, his eyes burning with anger and indomitable will.

The Aurors and civilian wizards around were confronting each other. In an instant, the sounds of wands being raised came one after another. The magical light of hundreds of wands intertwined in the air, making the whole space as tense as a battlefield.

Lucas looked gloomy, and he glanced at these low-level wizards in his eyes, and said coldly:
"You lowly Mudbloods and Muggle hybrids actually dare to challenge us Aurors? You are simply overestimating yourselves!"

His words were like a loud slap in the face of every civilian wizard.

Lucas sneered, gently turning the wand in his hand, his eyes full of contempt:
"You don't understand the family honor, and you dare to contradict the honor of the Aurors... You filthy bastards deserve to die! Today I will make you understand who is the master of this house!"

Weasley struggled to stand up, his scarred face filled with anger and unwillingness. He looked back at the frightened lower-grade civilian wizard students behind him, gripped his wand tightly, and stood firmly in front of them.

Looking at the stubborn Mudbloods, Lucas had a hint of morbid madness in his eyes, and his inner thoughts surged like a tide:

"At this point, the family can't blame me for these mudbloods. There are these guys out there who think they are smart and want to know the truth. They dare to question the authority of the Auror family... It is necessary to deter them!"

"These lowly mudbloods must see clearly who is the real master!"

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his body was as straight as a sharp blade.

Lowering his head slightly, he began to make a low "hissing" sound from his mouth. This was Parseltongue - a coercive, high-level snake language, flowing out like venom under his flexible tongue.

The sound seemed to have magical power, echoing in the air, imbued with a kind of oppressive power.

He pronounced each syllable indifferently, with a Parseltongue tone close to level five, awakening the legendary dormant Medusa Basilisk in the secret room of the academy.

After a moment, a low creeping sound came from underground in the public area, accompanied by a strong chilly air, like a cold current passing through the soul, sweeping across the entire space.

Before the students fully realized what was happening, the ground began to tremble slightly, and some huge creature was approaching.

A huge black shadow slowly slid out from the corner. It was a giant snake, and its body was covered with thick blue-black scales. Each scale was as sharp and cold as a knife, flashing a hint of chill in the dim light.

The basilisk was huge and came windingly like a rolling tide, pressing towards the students from the darkness. The air was filled with an irresistible sense of despair.

Several students were attracted by the sudden vibration and subconsciously turned their heads to look.

When their eyes swept over the approaching behemoth, their expressions instantly changed from confusion to horror.

At this moment, the basilisk's head suddenly raised up, and its cold and deadly eyes stared straight at them.

The basilisk's narrow pupils were like the god of death's scythe, deeply and ruthlessly locking onto every panicked student. Their gazes seemed to be imprisoned by this fatal lock, unable to move away at all.

Camille quickly sensed the danger and a hint of coldness flashed across her eyes.

Without hesitation, she drew out her wand and said quickly and clearly:

"Mirror refraction!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several smooth mirrors quickly appeared in front of him, blocking the basilisk from looking directly at the students.

The mirrors reflected the basilisk's sight, distracting part of its gaze, but that gaze still passed through several mirrors, shooting towards the students with invisible murderous intent.

Although the mirror spell weakened the basilisk's vision, the cold despair still permeated the air, freezing everything.

The basilisk's gaze swept across like a sharp blade, and several students who were standing too close were petrified in an instant. Their faces were distorted, and they maintained their running posture in fear, as if they were a horrible picture frozen in an instant, silently turning into statues.

Camille's expression relaxed slightly, but when her eyes swept over several petrified students, her expression instantly darkened, and a hint of anger and uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

She whispered to herself, "The weakening effect of the mirror spell is finally effective. It's just a diluted petrifying gaze... It won't be fatal. As long as I have the Mandrake Herb Potion, I should be able to remove the petrification state."

She clenched her wand, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she was filled with resentment.

Camille herself was born into a Muggle family in Mist City. When Camille was one year old, her parents both died in a car accident.

She was forced to live with her aunt, but her aunt's family was extremely cold to her.

Her aunt's family was disgusted by Camille's synesthesia and the paranormal phenomena that her magical talents occasionally caused, and they tried their best to suppress her magical talent.

They arranged for Camille to live in a small cupboard under the stairs as her "bedroom" instead of a normal room, showing their contempt and disregard for her.

Her cousin from her aunt's family also often bullied her. Her cousin had been speaking ill of Camille since she was a child, and even often brought a group of friends to bully her.

Camille's cousin not only robbed Camille's things, but also often threatened her with violence. Camille could only endure it or escape.

She was forced to live cautiously since she was a child to avoid angering her cousin and suffering unnecessary pain.

She always wore her cousin's old clothes that didn't fit her at all, and she had almost no new clothes or toys of her own.

Her aunt's family often treated her as a burden and did not give her the food or care she deserved, causing Camille to live in material deprivation for a long time.

They also never showed her warmth or affection, and wouldn't even allow him to attend family dinners or holiday celebrations.

On every cousin’s birthday, Camille was either locked in the cupboard or “exiled” alone.

Due to her aunt's family's indifference and control over Camille, she has been in a state of emotional deprivation for a long time, without real family warmth and no friends.

However, since receiving the magic envelope from Shikain.

After three years of studying at Luyuan, Camille Schiffini has become the person she dreams of becoming. At the same time, she has also accepted the teachings of Luyuan:
Education is about lighting a flame, not filling a vessel.

Lu Yuan gave her the virtue that ignited in her, so she hated the Auror in front of her.

"What do you want to do, student representative of Luyuan?" Lucas looked at Camille with a gloomy face.

Camille raised her wand, controlled the mirror to reflect the basilisk's gaze, then looked at Lucas and said:

"If a person with great power only knows how to cut off the dignity of others with a sharp blade, he is doomed to become an ugly loser in the judgment of morality."

"These ugly losers have lost their humanity and are like beasts."

(End of this chapter)