The incident of Satogua's big eyeballs being blown out lasted only a few minutes in the minds of the students before being erased by a wonderful force.

By the next morning, that is, when class was held on Monday, Zheng Qing was shocked to find that in addition to him, all the members of the school, including the Astronomy 08-1 class and the Sin Hunting Team, had completely forgotten the 'big eyes' in the night sky last night and the demeanor of the cyan streamer.

Even Zheng Qing's impression of the picture is becoming more and more blurred, leaving only a clear concept of this matter.

Clearly, it was someone, or someone with great power, who was undoing the effects of the demon's presence. For Zheng Qing, the results were mixed. The good thing is that in the short term, he doesn't seem to have to worry about Satogua coming to his troubles, and the bad thing is that he seems to have offended the big evil demon a little harder.

Moreover, the methods used by the relevant authorities to erase the influence of evil demons also made the young male witch feel more and more eager to obtain more powerful magical powers.

This requires him to study harder and harder.

After more than half a year of college life, Zheng Qing has a vague understanding of his future wizarding path, as well as a not clear but predictable expectation - such as graduating on time and becoming an excellent registered wizard.

Of course, all this is still a bit far from a student who has just entered the school for half a year. All he could do now was earn as many credits as he could, and then master the magical knowledge taught by the professors.

According to the teaching plan of First University, the first year of college is a process of adaptation and laying a solid foundation for young wizards. Most young wizards have received a good secondary school magical education before entering college, are able to control their magical powers from going berserk, and are proficient in using their magic to cast standard spells or prepare standard potions that are not difficult.

Some young wizards with higher talent may even develop some less practical, but whimsical small spells at this stage before entering college.

But that's not all there is to a university education.

At First University, in addition to mastering sufficient professional knowledge such as standard spells and potions, young wizards must learn to establish a correct view of the world and magic, and learn to touch the essence of magic through magic and divination.

This is very clearly felt by everyone from the end semester of the first year of college, that is, the first Charms class of the second week of school.

The schedule for the second semester remained largely unchanged from the first semester, and even the class schedule was basically the same, and the first class on Monday was still Professor Yao's Charms.

The only thing that has changed is the elective on Thursday afternoon, and everyone needs to pick a new one.

Zheng Qing spent a long time on the course selection tree of the Academic Affairs Office and selected a 'Fishman Lingua Françanon'. Although he was not a person with a good talent for languages, his curiosity about other intelligent beings, coupled with his previous experience of dealing with fish-people many times, made him finally choose this course.

According to the senior in charge of adjusting the class schedule at the time of the Academic Affairs Office, the professor of this 'Fishman Lingua Franca' is a very special old fishman. The reason why it is special is because this old fish-man does not have the same stench as those savage guys in Linzhong Lake, and it is also a fish-man who has lived for a long time and has a seat in the joint meeting of professors.

Straight to the point.

As in last semester, Professor Yao still likes to smoke his crimson pipe in class. It's just that I don't know if he was complained, Zheng Qing didn't see him swallowing clouds and spitting fog in these two classes.

But all this did not affect the professor who casually called Zheng Qing's name in class and asked him to stand up and answer the question.

"What do you think is the essence of magic?" Lao Yao bit his pipe, pressed his hands on the lectern, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the young public-funded students in the back row of the classroom - like the Arcana list, the number of public-funded students is also evaluated once a year, so although Zheng Qing's exam results are not satisfactory, he is still holding the title of public scholarship student of Jiuyou Academy.

After hearing Lao Yao's question, Zheng Qing couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.

He felt that topics such as 'the nature of magic' seemed more appropriate to talk about in the 'Philosophy of Magic' class on Wednesday afternoon, rather than in a Charms class.

Of course, he only dared to talk about this kind of slander in his heart, and he would never bring it up in front of Lao Yao.

"I remember what you taught last semester that when a higher dimension collapses into a lower dimension, a lot of magic is released, which is the source of our power to cast spells. ”

Zheng Qing pondered and replied slowly, word by word: "So, I think that the essence of magic is some kind of control over dimensional fluctuations. ”

On the podium, the professor raised an eyebrow.

"I don't have deep knowledge, but I don't have a lot of courage. Lao Yao straightened up, grabbed the pipe in his hand again, and commented on Zheng Qing's answer: "If those guys from the Dimension Sect know that you use the word 'control' so indiscriminately, I'm afraid they will wash the signboard of the Nine You Academy with a spittle star." ”

Zheng Qing smiled awkwardly, and didn't make any excuses - he felt that this old man was just looking for trouble with him because of the final exam, so it was better to be well-behaved and not to screw it up. In any case, Old Man Yao is the dean of Jiuyou Academy, and he behaves more sincerely, and no one will laugh at him.

Lao Yao naturally didn't know the rich inner activities in Zheng Qing's heart.

He waved his hand and motioned for Zheng Qing to sit down. Then, instead of finding a new classmate to stand up and answer the previous question, he reached out and grabbed a piece of chalk and threw it on the blackboard.

The chalk twisted and slid across the center of the blackboard, creaking and creaking, leaving behind a string of large characters dancing with dragons and phoenixes.

"On the nature of spells, and the charm of magic. ”

It's still like a philosophy class, Zheng Qing's two arms are honestly on the table, his body is straight, staring at the traces left by the chalk on the blackboard, and silently complaining in his heart.

Unlike him, Dr. Xiao Da next to him had already spread out his notebook, holding a brush stained with thick ink in his hand, and he was ready to copy at any time.

After glancing at Xiao Xiao, Zheng Qing's eyes subconsciously turned in the other direction, and on the other side of the classroom, the gypsy witch was lying behind a thick stack of books, sleeping soundly. This made Zheng Qing extremely worried, lest Lao Yao grab the chalk eraser on the lectern and throw it down.

Alas, I knew I should have sat with her, the young wizard thought to himself.

But he can only think about this kind of thing, as two witches and wizards in different small circles, especially Zheng Qing is still the head of his own small circle, he needs to sit in the right position at the right time.

This is a consistent tradition in the wizarding world.