Chapter 737 The Dark Lord and the Sage Revolution (I)
A week later.
Serpentis Academy.
The cloudy sky was like an invisible curtain, weighing heavily over Serpentis College.
Large gray clouds shrouded the surroundings of the college. The clouds and mist accumulated layer by layer, and no sunlight penetrated.
Occasionally, a faint flash of lightning would flash deep in the clouds, signaling some uneasy omen.
The entire academy seemed to be shrouded in the palm of darkness, with a depressing atmosphere permeating every inch of the air, and an indescribable chill.
The wind whistled between the high towers and stone walls of the academy, lingering in my ears like a whisper or some kind of warning.
There is a dull atmosphere in the air of the fourth grade classroom. The sky outside the window is as gloomy as iron. The dim light barely enters the classroom through the heavy curtains, which seems to cast a dark color on everyone's mood.
Camille Schiffany and her Deer Academy classmates sat at old wooden desks with other fourth-year students from Serpentis College, with notebooks spread out in front of them, but no one was really paying attention to the podium. content.
The old craftsman was standing on the podium, explaining with a serious face the dangerous attributes of the threatening creature "Snake of Heaven's Lock". It was a chilling creature that was said to be able to instantly lock onto the prey's magic fluctuations and devour them.
The old craftsman on the podium vividly described the hunting method of the Sky-Locked Snake, trying to attract the students' attention.
However, Camille noticed that most of the students in the class wrote the same formula on the paper with the pens in their hands - [N=(P(M+E))/C]
This seemingly boring formula flows out from the tip of the pen. The handwriting is scattered and the strokes are vigorous. Some are even drawn repeatedly, 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 left the podium.
She felt that this simple mathematical formula was like an invisible crack. Behind the crack was some kind of secret that could not be ignored. It was spreading silently from every corner of the academy.
It was a silent force, like a forming storm. This storm did not have any roar or roar, but was full of irreparable power.
Formulas, numbers, and symbols are brewing and fermenting in a new atmosphere, and an unstoppable flame is burning.
The shocking views revealed by this formula shocked many spellcasters to discover that the purpose of learning magic was to improve themselves, but instead they were regarded as a source of energy by the deep network.
This theory subverted the caster's 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 the "source of magic power" used by their families, and gradually developed a fear of being deprived of it.
During the discussion at the Magic Research Association, the young magic researchers had an extremely heated discussion. The formulas were analyzed repeatedly, and some emerging schools even tried to verify their accuracy through actual magic casting experiments.
Outside the campus, this new student’s doubts have 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 impact.
Not only within the academy, but also wizards and civilian mages in the city quietly gathered in the shadows of taverns and markets, whispering about the news of this "node number formula".
The whispers in the corner of the tavern, the brief discussions between wandering mages on the streets, and even the vendors selling magic tools in the market began to doubt the true intentions of those families.
This kind of doubt penetrates into the heart of every wizard, shaking their belief in the magic network and their own magic power.
Jingle Bell——
The bell rang leisurely, like a symbol of liberation that had penetrated into the students' bones, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the lecture hall.
The old craftsman standing in front of the lecture hall was explaining complex black magic defense techniques with great enthusiasm. Facing the students with their heads lowered and absent-mindedly in the audience, he couldn't help but sigh and paused.
After a while, he assigned the optional homework in a helpless tone and announced that get out of class was over.
The students could no longer hold themselves back and immediately scattered in all directions, clutching textbooks in their hands. They rushed to the exit of the lecture hall in twos and threes and walked out of the classroom eagerly.
Camille and the Luyuan student group stood up together with the others from their listening positions.
As soon as Camille stepped out of the door, she felt someone poke her shoulder. She turned her head and saw Ushas frowning slightly, and whispered 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 common area of the college. The atmosphere was strange and solemn.
Camille looked in the direction of Ushas's finger and indeed noticed something was wrong. She felt that the air in the entire academy was slightly depressed.
"Let's go over and have a look."
Without hesitation, she took out the Moon Shadow Snake wand and nodded to signal the other Deer Academy students to follow.
Everyone carefully followed the flow of people through the winding corridors and approached the public area.
As expected, what caught their eyes was that the students of Serpentis College were divided into two groups in the public area, and the entire atmosphere was filled with strong confrontation and hostility.
Camille scanned the crowd and immediately recognized the two figures facing each other in front of the crowd.
An arrogant wizard wearing a gorgeous red robe. He was surrounded by densely packed students of the Serpent sect. His powerful aura made it easy to identify him at a glance.
Lukas Kellasel, the grade-level prefect of the Serpent Faction, is a descendant of the Kellasel family.
Opposite him was a wizard who was obviously plainly dressed, even a little shabby.
There were many students from the mysterious Scales sect gathered around him, as well as students from the Venomous Fang sect and the Venom sect. They were obviously a group of civilian wizards.
This person is none other than Sadric Weasley, the prefect of the entire year of the mysterious Scales sect.
Although he did not have the support of a mixed-blood or Auror family, his firm eyes and resolute expression still made him the center of the students around him.
Camille and the Luyuan student group watched the confrontation in front of them with bated breath, feeling nervous in their hearts.
Ushas whispered: "It seems that the conflict between the Giant Snake Sect and the Mysterious Scale Sect has really broken out."
Camille frowned and clenched the wand in her hand.
"The terror is not limited to these two factions, the entire Naga Ring will be turned upside down."
As a top student, Kamil knows the impact of the node formula better than the neurotic Ursas.
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within public areas.
The thick air is filled with tension and opposition.
As soon as Kamil and the Luyuan student group squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, they saw that a heated argument had broken out.
The red-robed wizard Lucas Kellasel stood aside, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, arms folded in front of his chest, and he glanced arrogantly at the surrounding mysterious Scales sect students.
Opposite him, the plainly dressed Sadric Weasley was glaring at Lucas, surrounded by a large number of students supporting him, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.
Lucas slowly raised his hand, as if he didn't even bother to look at Sadric, with a sneer on his face:
"What kind of 'node burden' are you still advocating? It's ridiculous. It's just nonsense made up by you mudbloods."
He looked around slowly and contemptuously, like a superior judge looking at a group of ignorant people.
"You half-bloods, Muggle-born, who can't even control magic, want to challenge the sanctity of our bloodline? Weasley, do you know what magical naturalism is? Or do you just hear a few rumors and think you can give guidance? The secret of the magic network?”
The so-called natural law of magic means that the construction of the magic network is derived from the mysterious magic balance. The energy of all spellcasters is "naturally absorbed" and is not manipulated by a specific group.
People headed by the Kailasel family further promoted the "natural theory of magic", claiming that the magic network is a common magic network for the entire plane, and the mana contribution of all spellcasters is a "sacred duty."
[Any behavior that questions the burden of nodes is a betrayal of magic! ! ! 】
Sadric's face turned red and he stood up straight with anger, his voice full of determination and anger:
"Is the theory of magical nature you say true?"
"Don't fool yourself and others! What we need is real data, extraordinary, derived from real spirituality and intelligence."
"The formula theory is established, the formula data is established, and the formula derivation is established - 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 replied coldly:
"So?"
"So what if it's true, 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 are just You have only obtained the smallest amount of magic authority, so what do you have to complain about?”
Not to be outdone, Sadric took a step forward, looked directly at Lucas, and said in a low but powerful voice:
"That's why we want to reveal the truth. Your distinction between the surface magic network and the deep magic network is just a lie to maintain family authority through exploitation. The burden of the nodes makes us your 'magic supplier'. This kind of exploitation Contributing the mana of ordinary spellcasters to your deep network, do you dare to say that this is not a robbery of our rights?”
A flash of anger flashed in Lucas's eyes, and his tone became colder. He stepped forward step by step, with contempt in his eyes, mocking Sadric's ignorance:
"Plunder? That's the natural law of the magic system! It's better to waste magic power on you Mudbloods, why not let our Kailasel family use it more rationally! The 'node burden' is just the fantasy of you low-level spellcasters. Really understand Magicians will understand that magic belongs to Aurors and should not be wasted on lowly blood!"
Listening to Lucas's arrogant remarks, the surrounding mysterious Scales students showed anger in their eyes, while the Serpent students who supported Lucas smiled in agreement.
The scene became increasingly tense.
Faced with the Mudblood's further provocation, Lucas' expression suddenly changed. The murderous intent in Weasley's eyes that was no longer concealed made the air around him feel as heavy as being frozen.
"Mudblood, you forced me to do this - it seems that you have forgotten the meaning of Nivahban's existence!"
His hand suddenly took out the wand from his robe, with a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his hand and pointed it at Weasley, and coldly shouted in Parseltongue:
"Elements Surge!"
The complex magic of up to six rings was connected to the deep network through [Parseltongue] by this Auror, quickly degraded and deconstructed, and then released.
A heart-stopping wave of magic power erupted from the tip of the wand. Accompanied by a low chant of a magic spell, the four elements—fire, thunder, acid, and ice—spurted out like a torrent of magic power. Pounced on the crowd of civilian wizards headed by Weasley.
Blazing flames burned in the air, thunder and lightning had a splitting glare, and cold frost and corrosive acid intertwined to form a terrifying elemental storm.
When Weasley saw this, his face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly raised his wand, his voice slightly hoarse from fear:
"Protect energy damage!"
The civilian wizards around Weasley also raised their wands in horror, trying to set up protective shields in the chaos.
However, in the face of such powerful magic, their shields were nothing more than fragile barriers as thin as paper, their weak light barely able to withstand the surging energy torrent.
A ball of blazing flames hit Weasley hard on the chest, causing him to stagger back.
His body was suddenly knocked away and hit the stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar cracked and Weasley slid to the ground.
If he hadn't already cast the stone skin technique, he might have died at this moment.
He struggled to look up at Lucas, coughing blood, his eyes burning with anger and unyielding.
The surrounding Aurors and civilian wizards were confronting each other. The sound of wands being raised was heard one after another. The magical light of hundreds of wands intertwined in the air, making the entire space as tense as a battlefield.
Lucas looked gloomy, glanced gloomily at these low-level wizards in his eyes, and said coldly:
"You lowly Mudbloods and Muggle hybrids actually want to compete with us Aurors? You are simply overestimating your capabilities!"
His words were like a loud slap in the face of every civilian wizard.
Lucas sneered, turning the wand in his hand slightly, his eyes filled with contempt:
"You don't understand family honor and dare to contradict the honor of Auror... You dirty bastards really deserve death! I will let you understand today who is the master of this academy!"
Weasley struggled to stand up, his scarred face full of anger and unwillingness. He looked back at the frightened junior civilian wizard students behind him, held his wand tightly, and stood firmly in front of them.
Looking at the stubborn mudbloods, Lucas had a trace of morbid madness in his eyes, and the secret thoughts in his heart surged like a tide:
"At this point, it's impossible for the family to blame me for these mudbloods. There are people 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 shock them! ”
"These lowly mudbloods must be allowed to see clearly who is the real master!"
A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his figure was as straight as a sharp blade.
He lowered his head slightly and began to make a low "hiss" sound in his mouth. This was Parseltongue - a high-level snake language full of coercion, flowing out like venom under his flexible tongue.
This voice seemed to be magical, reverberating in the air, imbued with some kind of oppressive power.
He pronounced every syllable indifferently, with an almost level five Parselmouth, awakening the legendary [Medusa Basilisk] dormant in the secret room of the academy.
For a moment, a low squirming sound came from the underground of the public area, accompanied by a strong cold 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 shake slightly, and something huge was approaching.
A huge black shadow slowly slid out from the corner. It was a giant snake. The basilisk's body was covered with thick blue-black scales. Each scale was as sharp and cold as a blade, flashing with a bit of coldness in the dim light.
The basilisk was huge and winding, like a rolling tide, pressing in front of the students from the darkness. The air was filled with an irresistible aura of despair.
Several students were attracted by the sudden vibration and subconsciously turned their heads to look.
When their eyes glanced at the approaching behemoth, their expressions instantly changed from confusion to horror.
At this moment, the basilisk's head suddenly raised, and its cold and deadly eyes stared directly at them.
The basilisk's narrow pupils were like the scythe of death, locking deeply and ruthlessly on every panicked student. Their eyes seemed to be imprisoned by this fatal lock, unable to move away at all.
Camille quickly sensed the danger, and a chill flashed through her eyes.
She took out her wand without hesitation and read quickly and clearly:
"Mirror refraction!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several smooth mirrors quickly appeared in front of him, blocking the direct gaze between the basilisk and the students.
The mirrors reflected the basilisk's sight, distracting part of its gaze, but the gaze still shot through several mirrors at the students with invisible murderous intent.
Although the mirror technique weakened the basilisk's sight, the cold despair still filled the air, freezing everything.
The basilisk's gaze swept across like a sharp blade. Several students standing too close to the scene were instantly petrified, their faces distorted, and they kept running away in fear, like a terrifying scene frozen in silence. The earth turned into a statue.
Camille's face relaxed slightly, but when she glanced at several petrified students, her expression instantly darkened, and a trace of anger and uneasiness flashed in her eyes.
She whispered to herself: "The weakening effect of the mirror spell is finally effective, but the diluted petrified gaze... will not be fatal. As long as there is Mandrake Herbal Potion, these petrified states should be lifted."
She clenched her wand tightly, her eyes were as cold as ice, and she was filled with anger.
Camille herself comes from a Muggle family in Fog City. When Camille was one year old, her parents were both born in a car accident.
She was forced to live in her aunt's house, but her aunt's family treated her extremely coldly.
The aunt's family was disgusted with Camille's synaesthesia and the supernatural phenomena caused by her occasional magical talent, and 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 indifference to her.
Her aunt's cousin also often bullied her. The cousin had spoken harshly to Camille since she was a child, and even often brought a group of friends to bully her.
Camille's cousin not only robbed Camille of her things, but also often threatened her with violence. Camille could only endure it or escape.
She was forced to live a careful life since she was a child, to avoid angering her cousin and suffering unnecessary pain.
She always wore her cousin's old clothes that were completely wrong in size and had few new clothes or toys of her own.
Her aunt's family often regarded her as a burden and did not give her the food or care she deserved, resulting in Camille living in material poverty for a long time.
They also never showed her warmth or affection, not even allowing him to attend family dinners or holiday celebrations.
Every time it was her cousin's birthday, Camille was either locked in a cupboard or "exiled" alone.
Due to the coldness and control of Camille by her aunt's family, she has been in a state of emotional deprivation for a long time, without real family warmth and no friends.
However, ever since I received the magic envelope from Shikayuan.
Since studying at Deer Park for three years, Camille Schiffany has become the person she dreamed of becoming, and at the same time she has accepted the teachings Deer Park left on her:
【Education is to light the flame, not fill the container——】
Deer Garden gave her the virtue to ignite 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 look.
Camille raised her wand and controlled the mirror to reflect the basilisk's gaze, then looked at Lucas and said:
"If the holder of great power only knows how to cut the dignity of others with a sharp blade, he is destined to become an ugly loser in the moral trial."
"These ugly losers have lost their humanity and look like beasts."
(End of chapter)