High School of Wicked Magic

College life more than ten years ago was joyful.

The college life more than ten years later is a history of blood and tears for mixed-race children.

"I don't understand why they would do this." Xi'an looked around at everyone in the auditorium, "Is it for the status of pure blood, or for the noble heart, or for the natural superior posture?"

"I also don't understand why people of mixed race must be humble, must be discriminated against by everyone, and must be trampled by everyone."

"I don't understand why pure-bloods are ashamed to talk to us half-breeds. Would it make your magic retreat, kill you, lose a piece of your flesh, or even hurt you even once?"

"No, not at all."

Sion shook his head and put his right hand in his palm.

He said calmly: "Please put your right hand on your chest, feel your heartbeat, and ask yourself, we are also living under the blue sky, we are also human beings, why must we be despised, why are pure-bloods People of mixed race can be discriminated against and oppressed wantonly.”

"Is it a responsibility? No, is it a mission? No, is it the truth? Impossible, so what kind of mentality is it that makes you think that a half-breed is a lowly magician?"

Silence, the auditorium fell into an unsightly silence that was rare.

"well said!"

Suddenly, a senior man stood up abruptly from his seat, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Three years ago, I was a half-breed who had just entered Saint Laurent's Private School of Magic, pure-bloods, can you Do you understand my initial excitement and thoughts?"

"I want to learn magic, I want to make friends, I want to spend these five years happily, there may be ups and downs, there may be wind and rain, there may be obstacles, but I want to overcome the ups and downs , through wind and rain, through obstacles, I want to become an excellent magician."

"Play with my friends, study, study magic, and graduate in the future, leaving a good memory, recalling my school days, my past and the past, without any regrets."

"That's right, I have the same idea." Another half-race stood up, and he stared at Warfit, our student council head, with sharp eyes. "Actually, you don't need to rush us out, Mr. Student Council, in fact, you have already succeeded."

He choked up and said: "What kind of life have I lived in the academy for the past few years? Darkness, shadows, disgust, discrimination, and fear of being ridiculed and despised by countless people even if I say a word out loud. In the year at the Saint Laurent Private School of Magic, I came here with my own dreams. When I was very young, my father showed off his graduation photo and told me..."

"He said, my child, this is my alma mater, Saint Laurent Private School of Magic, my most proud alma mater, during my five years of study, I have cried, laughed, gone crazy, made trouble, But I never gave up, because I found my dream and the future here. My friends and I have spent five years together. Five years of growth have made us mature, and we have an indestructible friendship. my whole life."

"Can you imagine, in the immature mind of a young child, what kind of charm an adult's language has, and what kind of dream is planted in a child's mind."

"Time goes by, time changes. I replaced my father and entered the academy. That year I entered here with pride, and I swore that in the next five years, I will cry, laugh, go crazy, and make trouble. Just like my father, I made many friends, did many stupid things, and lived five years and five years of youth without any regrets."

"Maybe one day, I will grow up, get married, marry a wife, and have my own children. I may smile and show off my graduation photo, and repeat the same words to my children braggingly."

"Because at that time, I was a father, a father who wanted to make his children thrive in the future. But after I came here, I cried, I never laughed, I went crazy, I never made a fuss, I didn't give up, but I was desperate, I thought about quitting school, but I couldn't forgive myself for leaving here like a lost dog."

The simple words of this mixed race moved many people, and Zhuang Mingge even saw tears flickering in the corners of countless people's eyes.

He resolutely said: "I will stay here, struggling, struggling non-stop, struggling like an ant ugly, continue to avoid the gloom, not a ray of light is my daily life, until the day I graduate."

"Afterwards, I will grow up, get married, marry a wife, and have children. At that time, I will still be a father. For the sake of my child, I will keep him away from Saint Laurent's private magic academy, and I will send him to ordinary the Academy, and don't tell him anything about magic."

"I will let him spend his life like ordinary people, because I am a father, and I will never allow my children to live a gloomy life like myself, because I am a father, I have my dreams, My dream is to be like my father, to let his children thrive."

Mother's love is like the sea, and father's love is like a mountain.

A parent's love for their child would be a miracle, a love that is unreasonable and unreasonable.

Even the love of one person, a little bit of love, is the purest heart of parents.

Just like what the mixed-race child said, his father is a student who graduated from here, and he is proud of it, so he hopes that he can enter the Saint Laurent Private Academy of Magic and live a happy life like himself.

More than ten years passed slowly, and it couldn't be stopped and couldn't be stopped.

Today's Yves Saint Laurent is quite different from the original one. The hopeful teenager despairs in the ruthless reality.

Sion patted his chest, making a crackling sound, his high voice pierced through the sky and echoed in front of everyone.

"The future and dreams, the future and hopes, we mixed races are like this, so are you pure blood, maybe in the future, you will also become parents, open your graduation photos, and tell your children that in the Saint Laurent private magic academy, you once Oppressed, discriminated against, using the pain of mixed race to build your happiness! You..."

"enough!!!"

The huge roar was like a violent gust of wind, sweeping through the auditorium.

Warfit Vincent stared at Sion coldly, "This is not a place for you mixed-races to express their feelings. This is the auditorium. We still have important things to do. The League will study necromancy, and victims have already appeared. For the sake of the stability and life of the college students, the mixed race must be expelled!"

What he said was categorical, and there was no room for turning around.

"Is this your reason? Is this your idea? It's naive."

Sion taunted him with a sneer, ignored the indifferent student council president, and walked slowly in front of Raphas, who had become an ordinary person and was unwilling to continue lying down, standing straight.

"Answer my question, Rafis, is your alliance really studying necromancy?"

"No!" He answered firmly.

"I believe you!"

Warfit sneered and said: "You believe him, you are not qualified like a bird of a feather, don't forget, the alliance was established by you and Rafis together, and you are also suspected of studying necromancy." While talking, he While casting a secret glance at Zhuang Mingge, "You are all suspect."

"If this is your strength, it's too disappointing." Xion turned around and chuckled, his tongue was like a blade cutting fiercely on Warfit's body, he walked to the edge of the stretcher, looked at Rui With a straight face, he said: "I know better than you why this member of the league dropped out of school, Warfit. What I'm curious about is why he fell into your hands."

"It's normal for the student union to have an anomaly and start an investigation." Warfit didn't want to answer, but for his own plan, he still suppressed his disgust and answered.

Sion sneered and said: "Rett fell into your hands, and then something like this happened. Can I suspect that you are studying necromancy and want to frame it on the League."

"Slander, stop spitting blood here." Warfit was so angry that he even wanted to teach the other party a lesson, but as soon as he took a step, he watched Zhuang Mingge walking towards Xi'an.

Warfit was extremely afraid of the magical power that was so huge that he had no resistance just now. He guessed that such a lucky thing would not happen again, but the fear in his heart still made him stop teaching Sion.

What if it happens again?

He felt that he had never been so aggrieved.

"Sion, you seem to have forgotten that this matter was admitted by Sith himself. He is the vice-chairman of the League, second only to Raphas, and he is fully aware of the filth of the League."

"That might be telling a lie." Sion said.

Warfit sneered and said, "You are becoming more and more good at lying, I don't have any extra time to entangle with you, there must be an explanation about necromancy and ghosts!"

"That's right, there must be an explanation, I believe in Rafis!"

"You are in the same group, how could you not defend each other?"

"Then let the dean decide. The dean is a golden mage. He will open the memories of Raphael and Sith to determine who is lying!"

Theon made a suggestion.

Warfit's complexion changed slightly, and he said calmly: "This matter does not need to alarm the dean!"

"This matter must be asked by the dean personally. You want to expel all the mixed-race children. This is completely inconsistent with the founding philosophy of the Saint Laurent Private Magic Academy. Your actions have shaken the foundation of the academy. You must let the dean personally Judgment, judgment."

Sion didn't budge an inch, and stared at Warfit coldly.

Zhuang Mingge's heart moved, and he said loudly: "Whether it is a pure-blood or a half-blood, you all know the horror of necromancer magic and the horror of ghosts. This matter must be asked by the dean in person, and the dean will personally check Raphael. to determine whether he studied necromancy, determine how many people participated in it, and determine the number of people who learned necromancy."

Speaking of this, his voice was low and firm,

"For the innocence of our half-bloods, and for the lives of your pure-bloods!"