The interior of the Department of Theory teaching building is consistent with its exterior style, full of the old style of the Dominion.

Wood and bricks are piled up to form a skeleton, polished smooth stone to form a solid body, and the walls that have been painted many times have traces of time left. People who clean buildings are very attentive, and colorful dried flowers are placed next to each transparent glass window as decoration.

The corridors and corridors are decorated with many paintings of figures, both men, women, young and old, and they all wore costumes from centuries ago. Mabel said that these paintings were left by the nobles who donated the building as a teaching building at that time. If so, then these people should be members of his family.

Several escalators connect the corridors between the central hall and the three-story building, most of which are spacious and tidy, able to accommodate three or four people walking side by side. Only one staircase extending to the top floor is not very sociable. Although it is spacious, there are only a few stairs that are leaking, and are now blocked by several ropes.

It should be close to class time, and the corridor was empty. There were only a few people in work clothes discussing something near the isolated stairs. Maybe they were preparing to repair it, with various carpenter tools and materials that had not been used.

Liqi followed Mabel and followed her to a classroom on the west side of the second floor. After standing in front of the gate where the decorative gold tracing had peeled off so little that it was almost gone, she left a sentence, "You wait for me outside the door for a while, and I'll talk first." Then she walked into the classroom alone.

Looking through the glass on the door, Liqi saw that there were many students sitting in the classroom. The total number of these students was about thirty, about the same age as the Oscars, and they were all wearing uniform clothes, and the badges representing the theory department were on everyone's chest.

In the eyes of ordinary people, most of the magician apprentices in the theory department are poorly gifted nerds. However, from the current actual situation, it is obvious that this impression cannot be summed up in one sentence - few apprentices in the classroom can listen quietly to Mabel on the podium.

The sound insulation effect of the shabby classroom door was unexpectedly good, making people suspect that it had been used to sound insulation spells - even if Liqi put her ear on the door, she couldn't hear what Mabel was saying to them, and she only knew that the students inside were about to boil like a pot of soup.

Liqi was very curious about what she said so that the students would react like this.

After a while, she seemed to have finished speaking, and the expressions of the students in the classroom were different. Then she didn't care about the students' reactions, but just walked straight to the door, allowing Liqi, who was almost pressing her face to the door, to enter the classroom in order to get a glimpse of the truth.

As soon as they walked into the classroom, the students who had listened quietly to Mabel before were completely shifted their attention to Liqi, who had met for the first time. In an instant, their eyes with different emotions were thrown on Liqi like flying knives, which made her uncomfortable.

In order to defend against the wind and rain outside the house, the doors and windows of the classroom were all locked. If Mabel had not opened the classroom door, the room would have been completely closed. The lack of flowing air was filled with the carbon dioxide exhaled by the students, and the air in the classroom was extremely dull and suffocating.

Now she can clearly include every face in the class in her field of vision. It is natural that she herself is also stared at by more than thirty pairs of eyes. The apprentices looked at her with different expressions, and from time to time, people approaching were discussing in a low voice, and I don’t know if they were commenting on her.

"I am Liqi Leinster. I have been learning magic knowledge with you in Class 3, Grade 1, Grade 3, and Grade 1 of the Theory Department from today on." She didn't know how to show her self-introduction, which made her face a little depressed. "I have not received formal education in the past and rarely participated in social activities. If there is anything wrong with my behavior, please don't worry about my mood and point it out as much as possible."

Perhaps Mabel told them some things before, and Liqi's self-introduction did not cause any special response. From now on, the apprentices who have become her classmates just stared at her silently and clapped their hands, as if we were welcoming her to join the group.

Liqi didn't know how to respond to the "welcome" of her classmates. She was not good at collective action and looked at Mabel awkwardly. But the teacher turned a blind eye to her asking for help, but she just replied with a thumb, as if she was praising her for taking the first step.

What made Liqi feel uncomfortable was not these uneven applauses, but the sights mixed with various emotions. Especially some of them made Liqi feel quite uncomfortable, but this feeling was quite difficult to describe, as if a cold and malicious intention was faintly swept across her body.

Liqi hated this feeling, and she didn't think she would be disgusted on the first day she came here. Her eyes swept across the class, but she couldn't find the source of this malice - it disappeared quickly. As her eyes passed through every face, most of the responses to her were lukewarm smiles.

Liqi felt like this when she peeked out the window at the students' actions. These students were not all "nerds", but it is still difficult to determine what the specific situation is.

The students' enthusiasm for expressing welcome was not very strong. The applause was only sounded for a while and then gradually subsided. Seeing that the matter he was going to deal with had been resolved, Mabel left after allocating Liqi's seat. Liqi found that the books he needed to use for class had been placed in the drawer of the table. It seemed that Mabel was really prepared.

Replaced by Mabel, he walked into the classroom with a tall man. His square face was wrinkled like a dried orange peel, and his gray hair was combed quite neatly. If we only calculate from the appearance, he was about sixty years old. His serious and tight mouth and frown brows made him look inaccessible.

Although it rained heavily today and the air was a little cool, the temperature in the classroom still made people feel uncomfortable. But he didn't care. He walked in wearing a thick gray robe similar to a priest's robe. The thick and white fabric that was washed makes people feel hot just when they saw him.

His outfit was quite strange, just like a priest who was preaching among settlements during the colonial era. If it weren't for the holy emblem of the priests symbolizing their identity, Liqi would have doubted whether this lesson would be like listening to him telling the details of the doctrine.

He walked to the podium and said with a stern face: "Good morning, classmates."

His voice was low and powerful. Although the volume was as low as a whisper, his words were straight and round, and every word could be clearly heard by the apprentices sitting below.

"Good morning, Professor Donovan."

As if responding to him, the apprentices answered in unison.

Liqi felt that this man, Professor Donovan, had a great influence among the apprentices in Class 3 of a year. They were talking fashionablely with Mabel, who was the person in charge, and acted casually. However, after the man entered the classroom, their mental outlook immediately became completely different.

It seemed that his existence alone was deterrent and could keep the apprentices in the necessary tranquility and discipline. Everyone sat quite upright and his back was straight. Several apprentices even pulled the chair forward to make their bodies look even more straight.

Seeing the apprentice who looked "I'm very serious", Professor Donovan's stern face moved slightly. The pair of eyes with sharp eyes also became warm. However, he did not express too much, but just took out the list and prepared to call the audience after slightly counting the number of attendees.

He pronounced the name in the class and finally clicked Liqi's name, he stopped and said, "Liqi Ryanster. Very good, I have added a new face to the class I taught."

Then he looked at Liqi sitting in the last row and said in a serious tone: "I heard from Hermione about you. When you were in the entrance examination, your written test scores were very biased. I know that you did not receive a complete education because you were sick, so this is indeed understandable. But now that you have entered the college to study, I hope you can make up for all these lacking subjects."

"The content of my class is about ancient characters. I feel very pleased that you have achieved good results in this regard." His dark brown eyes were filled with the glory of time, "but I also hope that you, and everyone here, will always remember one thing."

"Writing has power, and you must be very cautious when using these crystallizations of wisdom."

After saying these words with a serious expression, he announced the official class.

The content of this lesson is ancient texts about the concept of "flame". From "light and heat" representing the flame itself to "drying" representing the exhaustion and withering, to "energy" representing the healing and healing, these texts contain the concept of flame, and are also related to energy from the living body such as magic.

Liqi took notes honestly and recorded every word Donovan said into her notebook.

In fact, the ancient text concepts taught in class are only introductory, and her exploration of the concepts contained in these powerful "texts" has reached a deeper level. The reason why she recorded these contents is just to remember her scope when answering questions.

"I think you should record these contents in your notebook, although I may not use them as exam questions." He left the blackboard with chalk, "but this knowledge is what you will use in the future. It will be used in the theory of magic cube array and spell organization."

Ancient texts themselves had a certain degree of power. If you inject the magic of paying attention to the reaction of the catalytic while writing, these "symbols" will form a phenomenon like spells. In ancient times, when spells were not popular, these texts were once knowledge monopolized by magicians.

To be honest, even Liqi, who had never been to school for a day, could indeed feel that Professor Donovan's class skills were very good. The originally boring ancient philology became easy to understand and quite vivid under his expression, and his frequent instructions would prevent students from falling behind.
Chapter completed!