"Merlin--"

Michael looked at the young man in front of him and said in a deep tone.

"Yes." Qi Yu coughed and nodded.

"It's a good thing to learn quickly," Michael said, "but you still have to consider the teacher's ability to bear it. Don't do anything to destroy the test wall next time. It's also a very expensive magic prop."

"How expensive is it?" Qi Yu asked.

A cunning light flashed through Michael's eyes: "According to the salary of the general teachers in the school, you have to serve the school for about fifty years to pay off your debts. And it's the kind of person who is a cattle and horse, who takes less than a day off a month, and works until midnight every day to be exhausted."

"oh."

Qi Yu raised his voice and looked at the teacher next to him with sympathy, "Teacher Bodon, your life will be dark from now on."

"Uh-What does it have to do with me?" Bodon, whose face was tearfully blown by Qi Yu, widened his eyes.

“I thought about it—”

Qi Yu looked serious, "As a teacher, students must be responsible for making mistakes. It's like an accident happened while learning to drive. The coach is not a student, right?"

"It makes sense to be better." Bolton nodded.

"In addition, look at my identity, a poor boy, and a magic genius. The legendary potential stock, I can't pay much money. It's better to expect me to be successful in the future and repay the school with a little guilt. So, you have become the only scapegoat, and your life will be dark from now on." Qi Yu patted Botton's shoulder sympathetically.

Michael was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "You kid - forget it, forget it, as the principal, I still have the power to reimburse this wall, so be careful next time." As he said that, he waved his hand and walked away.

"Principal, Principal-" Burton followed behind Michael, "Where am I, what should I do?"

Michael showed a strange smile: "You, Merlin is right, you actually have some responsibility. So continue to teach him..."

"Principal, don't want it. If you don't take your life back, I'll die for you! My self-esteem and the pride of being a magician have been thrown into the mud and stepped on it. If this continues, I won't even dare to release magic in the future." Bodun burst into tears.

"That happens to be the case, the school lacks a concierge." Michael walked away "coldly and resolutely".

Just kidding, after listening to Bolton's description, Michael himself was a little worried. If he took it seriously, he would not have been a pleasant experience for any magician.

So, poor Teacher Borton should continue to take on this important task, anyway, you have been hit.

"Teacher Borton--" Qi Yuyouyou's voice sounded behind Borton.

Three days later.

Michael asked Qi Yu about his progress again. He originally thought he would see a half-dead Bodon, but unexpectedly, what he saw was a smiley Bodon and a frown Qi Yu.

"Haha, Principal, you are here." Burton smiled happily when he saw Michael, "This kid is not good, he is also a magic genius. This progress - too slow."

"What's going on?" Michael asked curiously.

"Oh, this is the thing..." Bolton smiled.

After a conversation, Michael frowned, unable to remember the magic spell, what's going on?

The three necessary elements for magicians of Magic France when casting spells are magic wands, spells and magic power flow.

Among them, the wand has a few substitutes. The spells and magic flow are the basics of magic and cannot be replaced. There is no magic that does not require chanting spells, nor does it have the "instant magic" that Qi Yu thought.

So far, the magic that Qi Yu learned, including the Holy Light Technique, fainting from the ground, and the magical hand, were relatively short, and the longest was only five syllables.

Even the "Dragon Language Magic" taught to Qi Yu was just a weird pronunciation. In fact, there were only four short syllables. The difficulty lies in the flow of magic.

There is no problem with Qi Yu's magic power flow. It is extremely fast, like a surging river, smooth and natural.

However, when the syllables of the spell are too long, the problem arises. On the one hand, Qi Yu's speed of chanting the mantra cannot keep up with the magic he has flowed. On the other hand, Qi Yu is a beginner after all, and he can't remember those long and troublesome spells!

The first point is good, Qi Yu deliberately suppressed the speed of magic power flowing, and he could barely keep up.

But the second point is nothing.

To cast a magic completely, the wand or substitute is a medium, the spell is equivalent to a pipe, and the flow of magic is the water in the pipe.

Qi Yu had not even laid the pipes well, so the magic naturally could not be formed.

"That's it--"

Michael laughed silently and couldn't remember the spells, which was a problem that every magician would encounter. But it was a small problem for them, because their learning progress could not be as fast as Qi Yu. It took ordinary students several days to master a simple magic.

These days are enough for them to remember those spells.

As for magic with long spells and difficult spells, most people take longer, and may encounter errors in magic flow and insufficient magic. It may be a series of problems. It may be longer to master a magic skillfully. During this period, even a cow will teach them spells.

It’s like Qi Yu, and after the magician’s deliberate demonstration, I feel the flow of magic power once and think about it for a while, I can cast the spell directly.

It is indeed difficult to remember a series of spells with weird and lengthy pronunciations in a short period of time.

“Just slow down.”

Michael waved his hand, and this was nothing big, "By the way, Merlin, I'll give you a good thing, which will help you."

Michael took out a small notebook with a black leather cover size from his wide sleeve, and a white quill floated next to it.

"The shorthand notebooks and shorthand pens that journalists usually use. You can write down magic spells you can't remember and practice more in the future. The main thing is to inject magic occasionally. This thing consumes very little magic power, which is also a good magic prop."

"Thank you, Principal."

Qi Yu smiled and took the small black notebook and quill pen, injected some magic power and obtained the right to use these two things.

Let go of his hand, the notebook floated in the air, constantly flipping with Qi Yu's intentions.

"By the way, Principal, is there any news about Qiong?" Qi Yu asked.

Michael shook his head: "I haven't found it yet. But don't worry, she should be in the corner of Arabella."

"That's it." Qi Yu was also a little worried. Qiong was completely different from him, a freak. If it was teleported to a dangerous place, it would be troublesome.

"Mislandato, I apologize to you, and he is also trying his best to find the whereabouts of that little girl." Michael said.

"oh."

Qi Yu's reaction was cold. If something happened to Qiong, the unreliable old man would definitely be in trouble.

"Okay, you practice well - I can only help you with that much," Michael said.

He is the principal of St. Iran College. As one of the principals of the three cradles of magicians, he has a good position in Cape Arabella.

But the school is not a powerful institution like the Ministry of Magic. The principal of a school, even the principals of a super-presented school, and the government agencies speak differently.

If you want to really invest a lot of resources to find the Dome, you must let the men of the Ministry of Magic speak in person. A magic genius who has not grown up is not enough to make those people pay too much attention.

What's more, if nothing unexpected happens, this magical genius was tied to the St. Irish Academy. Things that are not good are naturally not worth their energy. Just give a few instructions for Michael's sake.

However, the old man Mislanda felt guilty and activated all his strength to find Dome.

Bodon patted Qi Yu on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, learn magic well - wait a moment."

"What?" Qi Yu was about to write those lengthy magic spells on the small notebook, but was suddenly startled by Botton.

"The principal may have forgotten that ten days will be the biennial Quidditch - do you know Quidditch?" asked Burton.

"I heard it a little bit." Qi Yu nodded.

Bolton said with a smile: "That competition is a competition between three academies. If you win the championship, you can make a request to the Ministry of Magic."

"What are the requirements? Do I want to be the Minister of Magic?"

Qi Yu said. In addition to the three legendary magicians who are above other magic in the legend, the Minister of Magic is basically the highest-ranking person in the Magic France degree.

"How is that possible?" Borton said angrily, "But you discuss with the principal that you will win the championship at that time, and let the Ministry of Magic use their power to help you find it."

"Ten days - I'll go, Qiong won't starve to death, right?" Qi Yu said.

"It's better than having no clue now," said Bolton. "Or you become the legendary legendary wizard. At that time, as long as you move your fingers, you won't know how many people will serve you."

"How about I beat the Minister of Magic and threaten him to demolish the Ministry of Magic if he didn't help me find it?" Qi Yu's mind was full.

"Let's talk about it when you become the fourth legendary wizard." Bolton said.

Bodon didn't know, even Qi Yu himself didn't know that he had met Solomon, one of the legendary wizards above ten thousand people, and even fought.

"Qidditch, is it a game of flying around on a magic wand?" Qi Yu said to himself, "If you want to find Qiong quickly, it seems that this is the only way."

"I happen to be the manager of the St. Iranquidic Vocational Team. Why don't you come and test it and let me see if you don't have this talent?" asked Bolton.

Qi Yu looked at Botton's pretty young and handsome face: "Aren't managers and other things all women?"

"Ahem."

Botton coughed twice, "This was a girls' school before, you know."
Chapter completed!