High School of Wicked Magic

"Cyril, Cyril..."

Inside the pure white avenue, the voice of a light girl echoed in the empty corridor. What she called was a girl with long green hair. : Update the text chapter the fastest: The light blue jacket, black tight top, and skirt that match the jacket in the same color fully show off the girl's graceful figure.

Stopping, turning around, Cyril turned around and saw a girl in a red skirt running towards her.

"What's the matter, Alila Rancik?"

"It's really strange, just call me Alila." The girl in the red skirt had a familiar expression, and patted the shoulder of the girl with long green hair, "Where are you going now?"

"library."

"Hey, it's that place again."

Alila showed a look of helplessness against you, and muttered: "What's so good about that place, I have to go there every time, the competition for the chief of the third grade is about to start, aren't you ready?"

"No, I don't care about that."

"As expected of the Thunder Witch, she is really capable. Can I understand it as letting go, you clowns, I will beat you so hard that even your mother can't recognize you."

Celie suddenly showed a dumbfounding expression, "No, I didn't mean that."

The two walked side by side, and soon stepped out of the third grade teaching building, and walked straight to the nearby bus stop.

"Cyliel, speaking of which, have you seen your younger brother recently? What's his name, Yi Barrett, right?" Alila said as she walked.

Cyril's footsteps paused for a moment, slowed down a bit, and then continued to walk as if nothing had happened, "Alila, if you don't get rid of this habit of casually opening each other's wounds, you will never have friends."

The girl's face was slightly embarrassed, and she said forcefully: "I...I don't need friends or anything. I just need to have Cyril. By the way, Cyril, you haven't answered my question yet."

"I refuse to answer!"

"Hey, how can this be? People care about you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need!"

"Looking at this, you really didn't have a good communication with that younger brother."

As if pierced through her chest by an invisible sharp sword, Cyril shook violently.

Alila said without seeming to notice it at all: "Cyril is always a little shy in this regard, what are you afraid of, he is your younger brother, you observe him every day in places where no one is paying attention, but you refuse to go to bed. Talking to him before, in the eyes of outsiders, it is no different from a stalker. The time on the playground was the same, obviously I mustered up the courage to wave, why didn't I just charge up directly, but stood stupidly in the original place Damn, ahhh, I can't figure it out at all, Cyril, Cyril..."

Feeling that the girl beside her suddenly fell silent, Alila turned her head to look, and unexpectedly found that Cyril was a few steps behind her, as if she was covered with sharp swords and was about to burn out.

After finally recovering from her depression, Cyril looked at the natural venomous tongue Alilla with lingering fear, showing a wary look.

"Ah, I naturally remembered that there are still some things to do today, so goodbye, Alila, I treat you to dinner when I have time..." Saying a mantra, a pair of white wings spread out from behind, straight into the sky in an instant, and disappeared In Alila's line of sight.

Even though the other party called Cyril, she didn't dare to look back.

"What, what, the stalker in the eyes of outsiders, isn't I a complete pervert?"

The thoughtful green-haired woman moved forward rapidly in the sky, not even noticing that her swaggering appearance had been clearly seen by many people.

"Good guy, you dare to speed and drive in the academy openly and aboveboard, and don't pay attention to our student union at all." A man who was patrolling the sky was suddenly overtaken by a green-haired woman who rushed out from behind, and was immediately taken aback. While yelling at the one in front to stop for me, he accelerated to catch up.

The ideal is full, but the reality is very backbone.

The man raced all the way, but he could only see that the distance between the two sides was getting bigger and bigger, and he was unwilling to contact his companion.

"The third team, the third team, here is the second team, I am team member Uro, I just found a woman blatantly racing at high speed in the academy, which violated the rules of the academy, please cooperate with the interception. Repeat, here is the second Team..."

"This is the third team. I'm member Muka. I've seen the woman you mentioned. Stop, stop... No, the speed is too fast, I can't catch up, contact other people immediately."

"This is the fourth team. I'm Captain Gilton. Have you seen who that woman is?"

"This is Team Four, Captain. I'm Zia. I saw that woman driving towards me at a high speed."

"Zia, stop her, stop her immediately."

"No, it's too fast, I can't stop it."

"asshole!!!"

Suddenly, a terrible roar broke into the conversation among the members, as if a mountain was directly pressed down, and all the voices were suddenly cleared.

"I'm Captain Suof, tell me, who is that woman who violated the regulations? I will personally lock her up."

"This is the fifth team, I'm Naro, I saw it, I saw it, that...is her!!"

Naro's voice suddenly became sharper, raising tens of degrees, indescribably frightened.

"who is it?"

"Yes Yes……"

"Don't be afraid, tell me who, no one can be above the student council!"

Gulping down a mouthful of saliva, Naro said tremblingly, "Yes, it's Thunder and Lightning... The Lightning Witch, Cyril Barrett."

For a while, everyone was silent.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Captain Suof's voice sounded again, "Eh...it's getting late, everyone, go to sleep."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only three long live.

No one wants to be an enemy of the Thunder Witch.

It was a legend. Although he was only the chief student in the third grade, his strength was beyond everyone's imagination. No one can forget what happened a few months ago.

……

On the blackboard, Summoning class teacher Conny Laro listed a series of strange formulas.

Although magic cannot be explained by science, it also has its own unique formulas, especially alchemy magic, which requires even more cumbersome formulas.

Zhuang Mingge can naturally understand the formulas written by Conila, they are all written in the language of demons, how could they not understand.

According to Conilla's formula, there are indeed some new improvements in summoning magic.

The summoned monsters will change from one to two, which means that if Zhuang Mingge summons the hundred-armed giant again now, he will summon two hundred-armed giants at once.

Although the consumption of mana is a bit higher, it is completely cost-effective.

Many students saw this, and immediately gave admiration of different lengths. Conila seemed to enjoy the admiration, flicked the chalk dust smartly, and said: "Actually, among many special schools, like me This kind of magic is not the best, just like the [Beast Tooth] school, they have a unique magic that can summon ten different monsters at once, mine is nothing compared to that, but... "

He paused here, and looked around the classroom, "However, those magics are the secrets of the school. It is impossible for ordinary magicians to learn that kind of magic. In comparison, my kind is more practical."

This is a big truth.

Zhuang Mingge learned from his little teacher You Xia that the school of magic is completely different from the academy of magic. The academy of magic teaches everything, and the learning is very messy. Elements, alchemy, summoning, sealing, and mystery, in addition to these five must-learn , and many elective courses.

And the school generally only learns one kind of magic, and the others are only slightly involved.

They brought this kind of magic to the extreme, and evolved various skills, round exquisiteness and dexterity, and the school surpassed the academy by a large margin.

It's just that the school accepts magicians very rigorously, even to the point of harshness.

Among ten thousand magicians, there may not be one person who can be fancy.

Those who can enter the school are some lucky ones, the favored ones of heaven, which are completely different from Saint Laurent's private magic academy. There is no distinction between teaching and learning. Anyone who is a magician and has the qualifications to learn magic can enter it.

Of course, erudition also has the benefits of erudition, and the strong people who have gone out of the magic academy in the past are no less than the strong people of the school.

Sometimes some magicians will sort out a set of knowledge based on what they have learned. These are precious wealth, and it is enough for ordinary magicians to treat them as treasures.

According to legend, the highest floor of the library contains more than 600 manuscripts of silver-level magicians.

It is no exaggeration to say that anyone who gets one of the manuscripts is enough to create a master of the Zongheng Academy.

Even walking out of the academy is enough to gain the respect of countless people.

As for the people who can see these manuscripts, there are only a few thousand people in the entire academy.

Among them are the chief students of each grade.

In order to get a place to watch the manuscript, the chief battle every year is definitely the cruelest duel. Although no one will die, there is also a feeling that there is no taboo beyond life and death.

As long as you don't kill people, you can use what you have learned in the chief battle station.

No matter how despicable means can be used.

Luck, strength, wisdom, means, all of which are indispensable.

It's not that the academy is stingy and doesn't show these manuscripts to ordinary magicians, but ordinary magicians viewing these manuscripts is not only useless, but also harmful.

The silver magician's manuscript is like a doctor's thesis. Ordinary magic is only for primary school students, so how can they understand it.