Chapter 92 Yes, the timing is perfect.

Edith fished out the key that Mary had given her from the bottom of the drawer.

After reincarnation, she got used to using the magic lock and almost forgot the feeling of opening the door with a traditional key.

"Let me see... There's still an hour before the get out of class ends. No one will pass by downstairs for now. The only thing I need to pay attention to is the dormitory administrator's movements." She stuck her head out of the window and looked at the empty dormitory downstairs and fell into deep thought. "The administrator usually won't come up to check on me, but I still have to be prepared. I'll just make a shadow with my head exposed and lie on the bed."

"Leave school now and try your best to travel. Without considering the consumption of mana, you can reach the private vault in 20 minutes. Pick up the items in 5 minutes. Then go to the store to get the crucible back. You should be able to return to the dormitory in time for the end of get out of class."

One hour is enough.

It is safer to make the potion in the dormitory. Belheda and the others will not tell anyone. If they are really discovered, they can just say that they are self-studying the advanced potion course and it won't be a big problem.

After planning everything, Edith still climbed out of the window, was dragged by the wind and landed steadily on the ground. She whispered countless concealment spells on herself and quietly sneaked out of the dormitory area.

The dormitory manager was sitting at the gate, with a book scattered on the ground, facing her hanging hands. Edith looked up along the manager's arm, and saw her face bathed in the sun, her eyes slightly closed, her expression gentle, and she seemed to have fallen asleep while basking in the sun.

Yes, the timing is perfect.

Edith easily avoided the people she met on the road. She was afraid that someone would discover her movements through magic fluctuations, so she did not choose to climb over the wall, but went out through the gate in the shadows. The warm sun in the late autumn afternoon made people feel comfortable, and the campus was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. The guards were drowsy and did not notice anything unusual.

After leaving the campus, everything became simple. Edith went to the private vault as planned, quickly found all the materials for the experimental potion in the third-grade textbook, packed them all up and tied them to her body. Before leaving, she carefully restored the private vault, loosened the densely piled things, and enlarged the gaps in the middle so that people could not see the missing things visually.

The private vault was no different from the last time he came here. It seemed that Shelly had no intention of using her "relics" for experiments - which was also good, at least no clues would be discovered.

Edith sighed, looked at her former residence with a hint of nostalgia, locked the door and turned to leave.

......

Beaujunes College, Potions class.

"The next chapter is about the practical use of colorwort in psychedelic drugs." Shelly's tone was calm, and there was no discernible ups and downs, but the students in the audience were all flipping through their books obediently, and not even the sound of chatting could be heard.

Although Shelly had just started teaching at Beaujolais College this year and was only a few years older than the students in his class, everyone was afraid of him.

Palmer dared not utter a word. She raised her head, trying to absorb the knowledge on the blackboard, and her hands did not stop, constantly copying notes into the notebook.

Time flies.

At the beginning of the school year, when she heard that she was assigned from Professor Fergus's class to the new teacher's class, her first reaction was to refuse.

This is a joke! A self-taught civilian who was kicked out of the School of Pharmacy, the school not only gave him a place to go, but also directly assigned him to the third grade as a teacher - shouldn't he go to the first grade to gain experience for two years first?

She immediately led the most trouble-making students in the class to the teacher's area and asked the leader directly, but the only response she got was "Please follow the instructions."

"What kind of arrangement? Why should we arrange it?" someone said indignantly. "The colleges have just been subdivided, and it's time for professional competition. Why are we assigned to someone who has never been a teacher as a test subject? The third-year grades will have a great impact on future employment. If something goes wrong, who will be held responsible?"

"I know you feel uneasy." Professor Fergus said cheerfully.

He was happy to see this, so he assigned half of his students to go there. This reduced the amount of homework he had to correct, and he finally had some breathing space. "But please believe me, Mr. Scott's professional ability is no less than mine. You won't fall behind in your studies when you go there."

"I changed my career to become a teacher because I couldn't stand working in the Pharmacy Association. Shelly has become a four-star researcher at such a young age, which is much better than me." Not everyone can stay in a research position.

However, Fergus felt it was a pity that such a person did not continue to stay in the research position, but was forced to become a teacher because of the internal struggle of the association.

"But potion ability and teaching ability are two different things," Palmer retorted. "You told us this news just when school is about to start, and we are not allowed to raise any objections. I cannot accept this."

“Neither can I!” Several voices rang out in the crowd, with the flaxen-haired boy’s voice being the loudest. “Let alone anything else, what’s the big deal about having a commoner teach me? I’m going to tell my father!”

The speaker was Cowper Varenne. His father was the Duke of Varenne, and although his power had slightly decreased after the noble reforms in recent years, it was still much stronger than that of ordinary families: "I have never stood in the same room with such a lowly person."

That's a commoner! Not a noble, a knight, or even a merchant—

——But no one knows what Cowper's father said. On the first class of the school year, he still came to the classroom with a gloomy face. He ignored all eyes and sat in the middle of the first row. The corners of his mouth were raised with disdain, as if he was planning something.

Palmer caught a glimpse of the bottle of pink powder under his seat, felt something was dangerous, stood up silently, and sat in the last row of the lecture hall.

If you are not mistaken, it is an itching powder, which will not pose much threat to people's health, but it can still make you look embarrassed.

She doesn't want to be affected.

As soon as Palmer sat down, a man in a black robe walked in from the front door.

But she didn't focus on the other person, but recalled everything she knew about the new teacher in her mind.

Because of the peculiarities of his identity and behavior, Shelly Scott succeeded in spreading his name throughout the aristocratic circles of the royal capital in a short period of time, and even spread it to all parts of the kingdom through the songs of bards, but very few people had actually seen him in person.

People in the Pharmacy Association said that he didn't like to participate in social activities. He mostly stayed with his teachers, stayed in the laboratory all day, and rarely showed up in public.

So Palmer subconsciously thought the person who came in the door was a classmate who had arrived for class just before the bell. It was not until the other person put the book between his arms on the podium, spread out his notebook and looked around the classroom, exposing the unfamiliar face to the air, that she realized that this was their new teacher.

......really young.

The descriptive power of language is weak. The short line "22 years old" on the file was visualized as a real person before Palmer's eyes, causing him to lose his voice for a short time.

The teacher looked young, but his temperament was clearly different from their "peers". Wherever his pale, calm, and indifferent eyes swept across, all the whispering people subconsciously shut up and quietly sat back in their seats.

Even Cowper forgot his purpose. He quickly took out the book before Shelly turned around and pretended to look down to avoid his sight.

The bottle of pink powder trembled slightly in his hand.

So scary.

That look is so scary.

He thought he had seen many majestic people - his father, grandfather, and the nobles his father had brought him to meet at the banquet. All of them were worthy of the words "dignified without anger", and any random words from them could make the servants around them tremble.

But the two are different.

Most of those nobles have clear distinctions in their gazes: they release kindness to people close to them and malice to people they don't like. If they come across ignorant "commodities" or "toys", they will just wave their hands and leave them to others to deal with.

But Shelly's look was equal.

If he treats everyone equally, he would at most accuse them of being hypocritical, but if he looks at people and things with the same eyes, without any personal emotion at all, that is a bit scary.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Shelly Scott. Just call me by my last name." The black-haired man nodded when everyone quieted down. He turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard. "My office is the same as Professor Fergus's, but I may not be there. If you have any questions, you can just put them in the mailbox at the door. Don't come to the lab to look for me."

"Any questions?"

He walked up to Cowper, without even glancing at him, and casually stretched out his hand, and the bottle of powder miraculously appeared in his hand.

Shelly's wrist turned slightly, and the powder in the transparent container surged like waves. Cowper's muscles suddenly tensed up, and the buzzing sound in his ears flooded, almost drowning his entire head.

"The color is too dark and the proportion is wrong. Once the amount of bark added exceeds 50%, the effect will be greatly reduced." Unexpectedly, Shelly just took a look, made a few simple remarks, put the things down, and said lightly.

"The class will begin now."

A crisis hidden in the dark was inexplicably resolved.

Cowper was relieved, finally freed from the feeling of drowning, and floated to the surface like a survivor of a shipwreck, gasping for air. He quickly put the bottle back into his pocket, pressed it down hard, straightened his back, and opened the book in his hand.

Palmer still finds it amazing when he thinks about it now. Although Cowper looked so aggressive, he actually sat quietly in the classroom and listened to classes for almost a semester.

But it's human nature.

At first, everyone was indeed frightened by the new teacher's personality - as ordinary people, shouldn't they be submissive, fawning, and look inferior and cowardly?

But later, everyone came to their senses and was still willing to listen to the class, because they were truly conquered by Mr. Scott's knowledge. You don't need to bring books to class, you can just pick up a pen and write the recipe. Everyone can tell the problem with the potion that they spent half a day making with just one look.

Nothing in the world seemed to stump him, and nothing could make him emotional. After one semester, everyone was convinced, and no one mentioned changing classes anymore.

Palmer was distracted for a moment, and when she looked up again, the words on the blackboard became incomprehensible to her.

Palmer: “…”

It’s over!

She squinted her eyes to make out the words, but she caught a glimpse of Mr. Scott writing on the blackboard. He stopped at some point, motionless, as if he was feeling something.

"Then study on your own."

His breathing suddenly became rapid. He hurriedly wrote the last two words, threw the pen back on the podium, grabbed the robe on the coat rack and walked out quickly. "There is no homework. Please leave when the time is up."

Palmer couldn't even see his expression.