Chapter 85 Can I curse?
When she went to the laboratory the next day, Dean Keith asked her about her work last night. Edith answered perfectly: "I didn't see anyone when I entered, so I put the things on the table and left."
Dean Keith seemed to have known the answer already. He nodded and waved Edith back to her seat.
Edith breathed a sigh of relief, apparently she had gotten away with it.
She walked skillfully to the opposite side of Dean Keith, where there was a desk belonging to her. Several stacks of documents that had been sorted out last night were placed on it, pressed on a few draft papers that could easily fly away.
Edith sat down.
There is a huge difference between spell research and potion research. The latter involves practical use almost all day, repeating the processes of preparation, mixing, refining and testing, while the former is a theoretical subject, and most of the time one only needs to sit in front of the data with a pen to calculate, and raise the wand to cast a couple of spells when necessary.
As an assistant, Edith's tasks were mostly organizing and summarizing. She had almost finished all the work last night, and planned to finish it today and then finish writing her paper for the Charms class.
Louisa's secret cannot be told. She has recently read the biographies of two or three ancient wizards, but she couldn't find a better choice.
"Susie's homework? Don't be so pragmatic. Write something creative so you can get a high score." Dean Keith glanced at Edith's handwriting as he passed by, and came over curiously, "Really... Let a group of first-year students write this kind of paper, and the stuff they hand in will be unreadable..."
Edith thanked her and began to flip through the borrowed book.
"Something new..."
I have been studying the "soul" recently, so I might as well let it go and not limit myself to one wizard. I will summarize and talk about the exploration of the soul by wizards in the past.
......
Edith finally handed in the assignment before the deadline.
Originally I just wanted to get through my homework, but I didn't expect to get so obsessed with it once I started researching it that I even stayed up for several nights to finish reading all the books I borrowed.
What’s very interesting is that the ancient wizards generally agreed on the existence of the soul. In their diaries and various manuscripts, they repeatedly mentioned that “there were people who had their souls separated and turned from death to rebirth.” It seemed that they were talking about the story of “Eugene Irving” that Edith had seen, but for some reason no one pointed it out.
Under this recognition, many wizards also tried to study soul spells, but since there was no magic system at that time, most people's research came to nothing. The fragmentary information left was recorded by Edith.
Edith wrote down the names of several people and planned to go to the internal library someday to look for more information.
She read books at night and spent her daytime studying Celeste and her green slime. Edith and her team took turns to send people to the school hospital every day to inquire about the progress of the treatment, but they only got the conclusion that "the negotiations have not been completed yet."
The Eddy family claimed that they didn't know how to break the spell, and Celeste said that she used it randomly and there was no logic behind it, and she couldn't help - she had indeed never used this spell anywhere other than in this game.
The school had no choice but to hurry up and research a treatment method. Mu Lin is still in a coma.
But Celeste's words sounded fake.
"She will definitely use this spell when she competes with me," Edith said with certainty. "This will make things easier. I have a full thirty minutes to study the game, and I should be able to find a way to cure Mulin."
Tuttle shook his head in disapproval: "The most important thing is to survive and not get hurt - there can't be another Mulin."
"As for treatment, put it on hold."
He himself firmly adheres to this concept, and in the recent match with Joe, he quickly gave up after three minutes. The opponent had hidden so many strange moves that if he continued to compete, he might not even be able to survive, let alone win.
After the referee announced his victory, Joe still insisted on attacking. He was stopped by the maintenance teacher who came over. When he was dragged away, he did not forget to look back and stared at the opponent with a cold look.
Even when the teacher later changed direction, he still turned his head to look, and finally turned his head almost 180 degrees, like a puppet with its strings cut, making Tuttle feel fortunate for his choice.
Anyway, I'm already in the top 25. If I'm lucky, I might be able to get the 14th place in the subsequent qualifying round. As a freshman, this result is amazing.
The match between Bell and Amy was even more exciting than everyone had imagined. I wonder if the two had reached an agreement in private, not to use any illusions, just pure attack magic, and in the end they were so excited that they forgot about their private friendship and refused to give in. Flames and icicles fell from the sky like meteors, creating deep pits in the practice field and transmitting violent vibrations to the surrounding stands. The audience seemed to be experiencing a horse race in person, being forced to swing up and down in their seats.
In this situation, Hedda could not only stand firm, but could even run to both sides to cheer. In the previous second, she just rushed to the left and shouted to Bell to burn Amy to death quickly, and in the next second she could slide to the left along the railing and teach Amy to attack Bell through the gaps in the flames.
The two were ultimately unable to decide the winner on the field. The 30-minute bell was drowned out by the rumbling sound of the attack, and the referee's roar was even more hidden in the endless verbal battle between the two. It was only when two teachers entered the field and forcibly put on a protective shield that the two were completely separated.
"Bell Greene has 173 effective moves, Amy Walker has 141 effective moves, Bell Greene wins!"
Explainer No. 1 announced the result seriously, without any passion as usual. He secretly looked away, looked to his side, and his body shuddered.
Joyce, the president of the Magic Association, was looking at him with a smile.
"Why, are you afraid that I'll be angry?"
Even if you're not angry, I'm afraid... Number One was sweating profusely, but he only dared to mutter a few words in his heart, and shook his head openly: "No, no, I just wondered why you didn't say a few words..."
After Joyce tore off the mask of the second tour guide, he actually stayed and announced to the public that he wanted to pick out the best seedlings who could join the association at close range. However, among the current nobles, there is a vague saying that the Walker family is a prince faction: there are talented students every year, why did they come to the scene in person this year.
Joyce neither confirmed nor denied it.
Number One was very curious but didn't dare to ask. Sitting with such a dangerous being, staying alive was the biggest luxury.
Normally he just needs to do his job of explaining things diligently, but today his explanation target is Joyce's nephew - if Joyce himself does not plan to have children, this boy named Amy will inherit the entire Walker family in the future and his interests will be closely linked to Joyce's.
But he still lost. Should I praise him or -
Joyce glanced down casually and saw his nephew, who had a good brain and talent but just didn't like to use them for serious work, jumping up and down to express his gratitude to the audience - although no one cheered his name.
How shameful.
"Can I curse?"
Number One: "Of course not!"
They are tour guides and cannot be too subjective. If they hurt students' feelings, they will be fired!
Joyce turned his head away in boredom: "Forget it, just continue."
All her energy will be put into the last game of the afternoon, so Amy should wait until she gets home from school to teach her a lesson.
"I lost, but it was so cool!" Amy was still screaming until she sat in the stands. Bell sat down in Edith's direction with disgust and rolled his eyes, "This guy was completely immersed in his art in the end. He just stuck the ice wherever there was space, not at me - no wonder there were so few effective moves."
He came to the league purely for fun.
After Bell finished complaining, he turned to Edith, a look of worry on his already tired face: "...It's your turn soon."
"How is it, is there a breakthrough?"
Edith twirled the wand in her hand and pondered for a moment: "I studied Celeste carefully."
Bell: “Yeah.”
Edith: "I noticed her mother's eyes were blue."
Bell: "......"
What kind of research is this!
"Study her moves and spells, not her family scandals." Bell felt that she was more anxious than Edith. Did Edith intend to destroy Celeste's psychological defenses by attacking her as an illegitimate daughter? Belle didn't care about this, so would that confident and conceited girl care?
Not to mention, engaging in psychological warfare with a madman is the least cost-effective option.
"What I mean is that Celeste's eyes are different from her mother's." Edith narrowed her eyes. "Her eye color is closer to dark green, but her neck is usually crooked and her eyes are hidden in the shadows for a long time, so they look like dark blue."
"Her father's pupils tend to be gray, so why did he give birth to a daughter who looks nothing like him..."
Edith was thinking about this question until the last second before entering the competition venue.
The activeness of her mind did not affect her body movements. She tidied her clothes skillfully, walked to the center of the venue, and finally had a formal meeting with Celeste.
Celeste's eyes were fixed on Edith's neck. She opened her mouth slightly and slowly ground her teeth, as if preparing the most suitable tableware for the upcoming meal.
The teeth-grinding friction sound rang in Edith's ears, but she easily ignored it.
The referee tossed the gold coins up and down, and Edith was assigned to the bright side, but there was no sun today, so it didn't affect the game either side.
"Next is the pre-match exchange." No. 1 spoke after confirming that the two were standing in their respective venues. From the corner of his eye, he saw Joyce sitting up straight, leaning forward, and pretending to be ready to watch carefully. "... Let's see what both sides want to say to each other."
This time Edith spoke first.
"You enjoy torturing others," Edith said in a declarative manner. "For two rounds in a row."
"No, I like to torture the 'wrong' people." Celeste's voice was like a gust of wind blowing over a knife blade, hoarse and sharp. She narrowed her eyes and pulled the corners of her mouth outward, which made Edith feel strongly uncomfortable for some reason.
Celeste continued, "The first one, as the second daughter, had the audacity to take over the succession that should have been given to the eldest daughter. The second one, as a commoner, had the audacity to walk in Beau Yunis College and stand on the same ground with me, dirtying my feet."
"You are the third person who is wrong."
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