High School of Wicked Magic

Full text without ads 169 Golden snowflakes, the end of Christmas

The result is still not dead.

Principal Sophia let Zhuang Mingge go with the excuse of "If you work for me for thousands of years starting today, I will forgive you".

Because he still had too much nostalgia for the world, Zhuang Mingge agreed to the request without hesitation, but he didn't see the pity in the eyes of Vice President Kainshiel and another young man.

He is now completely immersed in the joy of escape from death.

It is very lucky to be able to say a lot of disrespectful words to one of the world's top seven magicians, and to survive, probably the only one in the world.Zhuang Mingge still had such thoughts at the moment.

He never imagined what a miserable life would be to meet him next, it would be so dark, my dear, after thousands of years... no, about ten years later, thinking back to today, Zhuang Mingge suddenly felt that if he died at that time directly It might be a lot easier if you drop it.

In short, he is still completely unaware of his troubled future.

"Very good." Headmaster Sophia nodded in satisfaction, and shifted her gaze to the screen in the control room, all of which were images of the auditorium.

The principal of the fifth grade has already appeared on the stage. The atmosphere of the scene is like a volcano that suddenly erupted after many years of silence, burning every inch of space with enthusiasm, and overwhelming cheers resounded from every corner of the auditorium. Enthusiasm.Cheers of joy, excitement.

"It's almost time, and it's time for us to go on stage." Deputy Principal Kainshere looked at the time and reminded Dean Sophia.

"I see, come out." She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be talking to Zhuang Mingge.

The next moment, time seemed to be elongated, and the surrounding space began to distort. There were tens of thousands of thin lines twisting and turning around Zhuang Mingge. On the stage of the auditorium.

The huge world ball in the center of the auditorium has disappeared, replaced by a circular square that was visible in the past.

Zhuang Mingge stood above the square, behind Dean Sophia, watching the dean in a white female suit appear in a very cool way, once again detonated cheers, resounding through the audience.

"Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean..."

The principals of Saint Laurent's private magic academy in the past are the patron saints of the academy. The world's top powerhouses possess terrifying power and popularity. Every time they appear in the academy, they will cause huge commotion like a twelfth-level storm.

This time, it is no exception.

"Quiet!" Headmaster Sophia didn't seem to like this noisy atmosphere, and the audience suddenly fell silent, and a needle could be heard.Seeing this scene, she nodded in satisfaction.

"As the dean of Saint Laurent's private magic academy, I am very dissatisfied with today's competition."

——Have you ever been satisfied?

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help complaining in his heart,

"However, you have really worked hard, and I can see this. So I won't blame you, but what I said will never change. People who have not won the chief position will sleep with me for six consecutive days. Out in the snow."

The scene was suddenly filled with grief and chaos.

"So be quiet!" Sophia suppressed the resistance of countless people again, and continued: "Let's not talk nonsense, let's get to the point immediately, the following is the reward for the chiefs, Barrett, give them the reward!"

Zhuang Minge froze for a moment, reward, what reward?Before he could react, his palm suddenly sank, and there were a few extra things, five silver cards.

This is... the volume of silver?

"Yes, Master Dean." Zhuang Mingge calmly landed in front of the five chiefs, smiled and handed the silver cards to the five chiefs one by one.

"Congratulations, Noah."

"That's great, sister."

"Miss Karin, you are really amazing."

After saying hello to the three familiar people, Zhuang Mingge handed over the five silver scrolls, and stepped aside. The next protagonist was not him, but the five chiefs.

Sure enough, the overwhelming cheers sounded again, purer and more enthusiastic than ever.

After a long time, the cheers finally subsided, and Dean Sophia said, "I left the academy for a while, but the academy was messed up and there were a lot of problems, so I took advantage of today to solve all the problems. "

Zhuang Mingge's heart skipped a beat, and he understood what she was referring to.

"A few days ago, I heard a letter from Vice-President Keinsheer, saying that someone from Saint Laurent studied necromantic magic without authorization, and now I have brought this person."

A huge magic circle suddenly unfolded on the ground below, the brilliance flowed, the light radiated, and a figure appeared in front of everyone.

Zhuang Mingge couldn't help but widen his eyes, showing a shocked expression. "How could it be him……"

Wen Cenzuo, the silver-haired man who once arrested him and put Zhuang Mingge in a confinement room for five days, was the most loyal lackey of the former student council president Warfit.

Now he himself seems to be very haggard, with a dull expression and despair in his eyes.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Sophia asked.

"No." Vincenzo said coldly.

"The information on necromantic magic should have been completely blocked. Most people can't see its practice method at all. Where did you find the information on necromantic magic?"

"self-taught."

Vincenzo seemed to be planning to hide something, insisting that he did everything by himself.

Headmaster Sophia stared at him with icy eyes, and with a swipe of his right hand, a magic circle appeared again beside Vincenzo, and another man slowly appeared.

Warfit Vincent.

"Master Dean, long time no see!" Warfit greeted Dean Sophia respectfully as soon as he entered the stage.

"Warfit, why do you have people who study necromancy in your student union."

Facing the dean's questioning, Warfit dripped a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, and said: "Everything is my negligence, Mr. Dean, I am willing to admit my mistake and be punished."

"Are you saying you don't know anything about it?"

"Exactly." Warfit said guiltily.

If Zhuang Mingge believed this kind of words, even ghosts would not believe it, it was too fake.

"Necromantic magic is a taboo in the magic world. No one is allowed to study and practice magic. All the materials are managed in the basement of the library. There are very few people in the entire academy who can enter the basement, except our three deans. Besides, there is only one person, do you know who it is?"

"It's me." Warfit said calmly.

Zhuang Mingge really didn't know that the president of the student council actually had such great authority.

"Then what else do you have to say?" Dean Sophia's eyes became colder and colder. She is one of the world's top seven magicians and a great golden mage. Even if Warfit was killed on the spot, the Vincent family would not Dare to have any complaints, and even say that it is good to die.

Warfit also understood this, and he quickly said: "Sir, I never stole information on necromancy. It was all due to my negligence. I am willing to take responsibility for this matter. I am willing to go to the Magic Council. Willing to accept impartial approval, my lord dean."

He is the proud son of heaven, he doesn't want to die yet, he must fight for all hope of surviving by himself.

The Magic Council is the best choice. He is a descendant of the Vincent family. Although the Crown Thirteen families dislike each other, if the family pays a certain price, it will be enough to exonerate themselves.

"No need, you will die here." Headmaster Sophia seemed to be tired of his sophistry, and raised her hand to kill him.

"I was just negligent, and I am not guilty of death!" Warfit was terrified, and he couldn't help but screamed sharply, "Master, I was just negligent, I definitely didn't mean it, I was also killed Or, I am not guilty of death, I should not die here, I want to go to the Magic Council, I must go to the Magic Council!"

Vice-principal Kainshere said: "Master, the head of the academy, please leave this matter to the Magic Council."

He was also afraid that Sophia would kill Warfit in a fit of anger and bring endless magic to Yves Saint Laurent. It was indeed a good choice to hand it over to the Magic Council.

If the Magic Council really made an unfair decision, Saint Laurent would also stand in a reasonable place, where they could exert pressure, advance, attack, retreat, and defend, and remain invincible.

Although Sophia really wanted to slap him and Vincenzo to death, but since Keinchel said so, "I understand, I'll leave it to you." She turned around and disappeared.

With a wry smile, Keinchel grabbed Warfit, who was almost limp, and Vincenzo, who was in despair. In the blink of an eye, the three of them whizzed past like a gust of wind, and all disappeared.

The last young man left, another vice-principal of Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic, Mallet said: "This is the way things are, from today onwards, mixed-race children leave the isolation area and move back to the dormitory. It is allowed to make things difficult for people of mixed race for any reason, and besides, today is Christmas, please enjoy the festive atmosphere."

After speaking, like the previous two, his body suddenly turned into a gust of wind and dissipated on the spot.

The battle for chief is over.

The joyful pure-bloods and the rehabilitated half-bloods temporarily put aside their hatred and enjoyed the Christmas atmosphere to the fullest.

Laughter came from all over the academy, and laughter filled every inch of Saint Laurent's space.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, as the bell rang, the whole college fell into a carnival.

"Look, golden snowflakes are falling in the sky!"

"Really, what the hell is going on."

"It's so beautiful, so beautiful."

Surprised voices came from every corner of Saint Laurent. In the depths of the dark sky, golden snowflakes fell from the sky profusely. The goose feather-like snow covered every corner of Saint Laurent.

Overwhelming, endless.

The golden snow is like the most beautiful gift of Christmas, with wonderful blessings, fire trees and silver flowers, and joyful laughter running through the entire Saint Laurent.

This is a snow that all students will remember for life.

In that depressing but joyous festival, that golden snow, like a gift from the gods, descended on Yves Saint Laurent. That night, all the students who slept outside in the snow entered the wonderful dream.

They in the dream seemed to have dreamed of something wonderful, with a hint of a smile on their lips.

Every golden snowflake is like the warmth of a mother, enveloping the entire Yves Saint Laurent, dispelling the cold night, and containing all the students.

At the same time, the top office meeting of the Student Union.

Zhuang Mingge fell headlong on the sofa, exhausted to death, with no image at all, "It's finally finished, this Christmas make-up plan is really terrible, golden snow, do you like it?"

As he said this, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Of course." Karin, who was standing by the window, turned around, her ponytail flicked, looking very pretty, "I will definitely like it, this is the most beautiful gift for Christmas."

"Really, that's good!" Zhuang Mingge smiled, walked to Karin's side vigorously, and took out a small box from his pocket, "Here, your Christmas present."

"Thank you." Karin accepted the gift from Zhuang Mingge in surprise, smiled and kissed Zhuang Mingge's face, "This is a gift in return."

"Can I not wash my face for three days?"

Karin laughed, and her melodious laughter echoed in the small office.

"This is the best Christmas I've ever had."

"Me too." Zhuang Mingge chuckled lightly.

"In the coming year, will you invite me to Christmas and give me gifts?" Karin asked with a smile.

"Of course, next Christmas, I'm going to have a huge party, cheers, songs, dances, shows, and I'm going to have a party that's even louder than the battle for chief, a party where everyone can cheer The banquet at dawn." Zhuang Mingge said loudly.

His gaze drifted out of the window involuntarily.

The heavy golden snow was still falling, and along with the heavy snow, exquisite small boxes with palm-sized parachutes fell from the sky, which were gifts from the student union to the students of Saint Laurent.

Landed overwhelmingly in every corner of Saint Laurent.

That is a blessing, a friendship.

It is the most beautiful... gift of an unforgettable lifetime.

After tonight, history turned a new page, which was recorded in the memorabilia of Saint Laurent Private School of Magic later.

"On Christmas that year, heavy golden snow fell from the sky. Countless students cheered and celebrated, and slept in their clothes. In the golden snow, they were like the tenderness of a mother."

"That year's Christmas, accompanied by the golden snow, mysterious gifts fell from the sky. The inexpensive but exquisite gifts warmed the hearts of every student."

"That year's Christmas was the most beautiful, the best, and the most touching Christmas."

"It was an unforgettable Christmas that intoxicated countless people."

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