Extraordinary pedigree

One week later.

Serpentis College.

The overcast sky was like an invisible curtain, weighing heavily on the sky above Serpentis College.

Large gray clouds enveloped the college, with clouds and mist piled up layer by layer, and no sunlight penetrated.

Occasionally, a faint flash of lightning flashed in the depths of the clouds, foreshadowing some kind of uneasy omen.

The entire college seemed to be shrouded by the palm of darkness, and the depressing atmosphere permeated every inch of the air, revealing an indescribable chill.

The wind whistled between the high towers and stone walls of the college, like a whisper, and like some kind of warning lingering in the ears.

The air in the fourth grade classroom was filled with a dull atmosphere. The sky outside the window was as gloomy as iron, and the dim light barely cast into the classroom through the heavy curtains, which seemed to cast a layer of gloom on everyone's mood.

Camille Schifani and her classmates from the Deer Academy sat at old wooden desks with other fourth-year students from Serpentis College, with notebooks spread out in front of them, but no one was really concentrating on the content on the podium.

The old craftsman was standing on the podium, explaining the dangerous properties of the threatening creature "Sky Chain Snake" with a serious face. It was a chilling creature that was said to be able to instantly lock the magic fluctuations of its prey and devour it completely.

The old craftsman on the podium vividly described the hunting method of the Sky Chain Snake, trying to attract the students' attention.

However, Camille noticed that most of the students in the class wrote the same formula on the paper at the same time - [N=(P(M+E))/C]

This seemingly boring formula flowed out from the pen tip, with staggered handwriting and strong strokes, and some were even repeatedly outlined, like some kind of symbol embedded in every piece of paper.

Camille looked down at the repeated letters and numbers on her notebook, but her thoughts had already flown away from the podium.

She felt that this simple mathematical formula was like an invisible crack, behind which was a secret that could not be ignored, and it was spreading silently from every corner of the academy.

It was a silent force, like a storm that was forming, and this storm had no roar or roar, but was full of irreversible power.

Formulas, numbers, and symbols were brewing and fermenting in a new atmosphere, and an unstoppable flame was burning.

The shocking view revealed by this formula shocked many spellcasters to find that the purpose of learning magic was to improve themselves, but was regarded as a source of energy by the deep network.

This theory overturned the trust of spellcasters in the magic network and also triggered initial suspicion of the Auror family.

Some civilian wizards realized that perhaps they had never really mastered magic, but were the "source of magic supply" used by the family, and gradually developed a panic of being deprived.

In the discussion of the Magic Research Society, young spell researchers discussed very enthusiastically, the formula was repeatedly analyzed, and some emerging schools even tried to verify its accuracy in combination with actual casting experiments.

Outside the campus, this new doubt also silently affected more people.

The private conversations of wizard mentors became heavy and hesitant, and the doubts of young wizards began to make them realize that this was an unprecedented shock.

Not only inside the academy, but even wizards and civilian mages in the city quietly gathered in the shadows of taverns and markets, whispering about the news of the "node number formula".

The whispers in the corners of the tavern, the brief discussions between wandering mages on the street, and even the vendors selling magic tools in the market began to doubt the true intentions of those families.

This doubt penetrated into the hearts of every wizard, shaking their faith in the magic network and their own magic power.

Dinglingling——

The bell for the end of get out of class rang leisurely, like a symbol of liberation that had long penetrated into the students' bones, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the lecture hall.

The old craftsman standing in front of the lecture hall was explaining the complex black magic defense techniques eloquently. Facing the students who lowered their heads and were absent-minded under the stage, he couldn't help but sigh and paused.

After a moment, he assigned some unnecessary homework in a helpless tone and announced the end of the get out of class.

The students could no longer hold back and scattered in an instant, holding their textbooks tightly in their hands, rushing to the exit of the lecture hall in twos and threes, and walked out of the classroom eagerly.

Camille and the Lu Academy Student Group, who were in the auditorium, also stood up with the others.

As soon as Camille stepped out of the door, she felt someone poking her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Ushas frowning slightly and whispering to her side:

"Something is wrong, look."

She quietly pointed to the end of the corridor, where the students of Serpentis Academy were rushing to the public area of ​​the academy in groups, and the atmosphere was weird and solemn.

Camille looked in the direction of Ushas's finger and did notice something was wrong. She felt that the air in the entire academy was slightly depressed.

"Let's go and take a look."

She did not hesitate, took out the Moon Shadow Snake Wand, nodded, and signaled other Lu Academy students to follow.

The group followed the crowd carefully, passing through the winding corridor and approaching the public area.

As expected, what they saw was the students of Serpentis College split into two groups in the public area, and the whole atmosphere was filled with strong confrontation and hostility.

Camille scanned the crowd and immediately recognized the two figures confronting each other in front of the crowd.

An arrogant wizard wearing a gorgeous red robe, surrounded by students of the Giant Serpent Sect, his powerful aura made people know his identity at a glance.

Lucas Kelasel, the head of the Serpent School, is a descendant of the Kelasel family.

Opposite him, there is a wizard dressed in simple and even shabby clothes.

Many students from the Mysterious Scale School gathered around him, as well as students from the Fang School and the Venom School. They are obviously a group of civilian wizards.

This man is the head of the Mysterious Scale School, Sadric Weasley.

Although he does not have the support of a mixed-blood or Auror family background, his firm eyes and resolute expression still make him the center of attention among the students around him.

Camille and the Deer Academy student group watched the confrontation in front of them with bated breath, and they couldn't help but get nervous.

Ushas whispered: "It seems that the conflict between the Serpent School and the Mysterious Scale School has really broken out."

Camille frowned and clenched the wand in his hand.

"It's not just these two factions that are in terror. The entire Naga Ring is going to be turned upside down."

As a top student, Camille knows better than the thick-skinned Ushas how great the impact of the node formula is.

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In the public area.

The thick air was filled with tension and opposition.

As soon as Camille and the Deer Academy student group squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, they saw a fierce debate had already broken out.

The red-robed wizard Lucas Kelasel stood aside, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt, his arms folded across his chest, and proudly glanced at the mysterious scale faction students who gathered around him.

Across from him, the plainly dressed Sadric Weasley was glaring at Lucas, surrounded by a large number of students who supported him, their eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Lucas slowly raised his hand, as if he was completely disdainful of looking at Sadric, with a sneer on his face:

"Still advocating what'node burden'? Ridiculous, it's just nonsense made up by you mudbloods."

He looked around slowly and contemptuously, like a judge who was high above treating a group of fools.

"You half-bloods, born in Muggles, can't even control spells, and you want to challenge the sanctity of our bloodline? Weasley, do you know what the natural law of magic is? Or do you think you can point out the secrets of the magic network just because you heard a few rumors?"

The so-called natural law of magic means that the construction of the magic network is derived from the mysterious magic balance, and the energy of all spellcasters is "naturally absorbed" and is not controlled by a specific group.

People headed by the Kailasel family further promoted the "natural law of magic", claiming that the magic network is a common magic network for the entire plane, and the contribution of mana by all spellcasters is a "sacred duty".

[Any behavior that questions the node burden is a betrayal of magic! ! ! 】

Sadrick's face flushed, and he stood up straight in anger, his voice full of determination and anger:

"Is the natural theory of magic you mentioned true?"

"Don't fool yourself! What we need is real data, extraordinary, derived from real spirituality and intelligence."

"The formula theory is valid, the formula data is valid, the formula derivation is valid-'node burden' is real-every ordinary spellcaster is paying the price for your deep magic network."

Lucas snorted coldly, shook his head slightly, with full disdain in his eyes, and responded coldly:

"So what?"

"Even if it's true, so what, Weasley, we maintain the order of the magic network and protect the laws of this world-magic should be controlled by Aurors, this is the truth taught to us by history. Mudbloods have only obtained the most insignificant magical authority, what are they qualified to complain about?"

Sadrick took a step forward, looking directly at Lucas, his voice was not loud but full of power Quantity:

"That's why we have to reveal the truth. Your distinction between the surface magic network and the deep magic network is nothing but a lie to maintain the family's authority by exploitation. The node burden makes us your 'magic supplier'. This exploitation contributes the magic power of ordinary spellcasters to your deep network. Do you dare to say that this is not a plunder of our rights?"

Lucas' eyes flashed with anger, and his tone became colder. He approached step by step, with contempt in his eyes, mocking Sadric's ignorance:

"Plunder? That's the natural law of the magic system! Instead of wasting magic on you mudbloods, it's better for our Kailasel family to use it more reasonably! 'Node burden' is just a fantasy of you low-level spellcasters. Those who really understand magic will understand that magic belongs to Aurors and should not be wasted on lowly bloodlines!"

Listening to Lucas's arrogant remarks, the eyes of the mysterious scale school students around him were full of anger, while the giant snake school students who supported Lucas smiled in agreement.

The scene became more and more tense.

Facing the further provocation of the Mudblood, Lucas's face suddenly changed. Seeing the murderous intent in Weasley's eyes that was no longer concealed, the air around him seemed to be frozen and heavy.

"Mudblood, you forced me to do this - it seems that you have forgotten the meaning of the existence of Navaheban!"

He suddenly took out the wand from his robe, his eyes were fierce, he raised his hand to Weasley, and shouted coldly in Parseltongue:

"Elemental Surge!"

The complex magic of up to six rings was connected to the deep network by this Auror through [Parseltongue], quickly downgraded and deconstructed, and then released.

A heart-pounding magical wave burst out from the tip of the wand, accompanied by a low chant of a spell, and four elements - fire, lightning, acid and frost, gushed out violently, like a torrent of magic, rushing straight towards the civilian wizards led by Weasley.

The blazing flames burned in the air, the lightning brought a dazzling light like splitting, and the cold frost and corrosive acid intertwined to form a terrifying elemental storm.

Weasley's face turned pale instantly when he saw this. He hurriedly raised his wand, and his voice was slightly hoarse due to horror:

"Protect from energy damage!"

The civilian wizards around Weasley also raised their wands in fear, trying to set up a protective shield in the chaos.

However, in the face of such powerful magic, their shields were just fragile barriers as thin as paper, and the weak light barely resisted the surging energy torrent.

A ball of blazing fire hit Weasley's chest hard, shaking him to stagger back.

His body was suddenly knocked away and hit the stone pillar behind him. The stone pillar cracked and Weasley slid to the ground.

If he had not cast the Stoneskin spell long ago, he would have died at this moment.

He struggled to look up at Lucas, coughing up blood, his eyes burning with anger and indomitable spirit.

The surrounding Aurors and civilian wizards confronted each other. In an instant, the sound of raising wands came one after another. The magic light of hundreds of wands intertwined in the air, reflecting the entire space as tense as a battlefield.

Lucas looked gloomy, and he glanced at these low-level wizards in his eyes gloomily, and said coldly:

"You lowly mudbloods and hybrid descendants of Muggles actually want to compete with us Aurors? You are simply overestimating your own abilities!"

His words were like a loud slap in the face, slamming hard on the faces of every civilian wizard.

Lucas sneered, and the wand in his hand turned gently, his eyes full of contempt:

"You don't understand the family honor, and you dare to contradict the honor of the Auror... You dirty bastards, you deserve to die! Today I will let you know who is the master of this academy!"

Weasley struggled to stand up, his scarred face full of anger and unwillingness. He looked back at the panicked junior civilian wizard students behind him, tightly grasped the wand, and stood firmly in front of them.

Looking at the stubborn mudbloods, Lucas' eyes were filled with a trace of morbid madness, and his inner thoughts surged like a tide:

"At this point, the family can't blame me for these mudbloods. There are these guys who think they are smart and want to know the truth everywhere. They dare to question the authority of the Auror family... It is necessary to deter them!"

"These lowly mudbloods must be made to see clearly-who is the real master!"

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his figure was as straight as a sharp blade.

Lowering his head slightly, he began to make a low "hissing" sound from his mouth. This was Parseltongue - a high-level snake language full of oppression, flowing out like venom under his flexible tongue.

This sound seemed to have magic, echoing in the air, saturated with a certain oppressive power.

He pronounced each syllable indifferently, and the nearly fifth-level Parseltongue awakened the legendary dormant [Medusa Basilisk] in the secret room of the academy.

In a moment, a low creeping sound came from the underground of the public area, accompanied by a strong cold air, like a cold current passing through the soul, sweeping across the entire space.

Before the students fully realized what was happening, the ground began to tremble slightly, and the existence of some huge monster was approaching.

A huge black shadow slowly slid out from the corner. It was a giant snake. The basilisk was covered with thick blue-black scales. Each scale was as sharp and cold as a knife, flashing a hint of chilling coldness in the dim light.

The basilisk was huge and winding, like a rolling tide, pressing in front of the students from the darkness, and the air was filled with an irresistible breath of despair.

Several students were attracted by the sudden vibration and turned their heads subconsciously.

When their eyes swept over the approaching behemoth, their expressions instantly changed from confusion to fear.

At this moment, the basilisk's head suddenly raised, and its cold and deadly eyes stared straight at them.

The basilisk's narrow pupils were like the scythe of the god of death, deeply and ruthlessly locking every panicked student. Their eyes seemed to be imprisoned by this deadly lock and could not move away at all.

Camille quickly sensed the danger, and a hint of coldness flashed across her eyes.

She took out her wand without hesitation and read quickly and clearly:

"Mirror refraction!"

As soon as the voice fell, several smooth mirrors quickly appeared in front of him, blocking the direct gaze between the basilisk and the students.

The mirrors reflected the basilisk's sight, dispersing part of it, but the eyes still shot through several mirrors, shooting at the students with invisible murderous intent.

Although the mirror magic weakened the basilisk's sight, the cold despair still permeated the air, solidifying everything.

The basilisk's eyes swept across like a sharp blade, and several students who stood too close were petrified in an instant, their faces distorted, and they maintained the posture of running away in fear, as if a terrifying moment of frozen picture, silently turned into a statue.

Camille's face relaxed a little, but when her eyes swept over several petrified students, her expression suddenly became gloomy, and a trace of anger and uneasiness flashed in her eyes.

She whispered to herself: "The weakening effect of the mirror spell is finally useful. It's just a diluted petrification gaze... It won't be fatal. As long as there is Mandrake Herb, it should be able to remove these petrification states."

She clenched her wand, her eyes were like ice, and she was very angry.

Camille was born in a Muggle family in the foggy city. When Camille was one year old, her parents were both killed in a car accident.

She was forced to live with her aunt, but her aunt's family was extremely cold to her.

Her aunt's family was full of disgust for Camille's [synesthesia] and the occasional supernatural phenomena caused by magic, and tried their best to suppress her magical talent.

They arranged Camille to live in a small cupboard under the stairs as her "bedroom" instead of a normal room, showing their contempt and indifference to her.

Her cousin at her aunt's house often bullied her. Her cousin had been abusive to Camille since she was a child, and even often brought a group of friends to bully her.

Camille's cousin not only robbed Camille's things, but also often threatened her with violence. Camille could only endure or escape.

She was forced to live cautiously since she was a child, avoiding angering her cousin and suffering unnecessary pain.

She always wore her cousin's old clothes that were completely inappropriate, and had almost no new clothes or toys of her own.

Her aunt's family often treated her as a burden, not giving her the food or care she deserved, causing Camille to live in material scarcity for a long time.

They never expressed warmth or care to her, and even did not allow her to participate in family dinners or holiday celebrations.

On her cousin's birthday, Camille was either locked in the cupboard or "exiled" alone.

Due to the indifference and control of her aunt's family towards Camille, she has been in a state of emotional scarcity for a long time, without real family warmth or friends.

However, since receiving the magic envelope from Luyuan.

After three years of studying at Deer Academy, Camille Sifani has become the person she dreams of becoming. At the same time, she has also accepted the teachings of Deer Academy:

[Education is to ignite a flame, not to fill a container——]

Deer Academy gave her the virtues that ignited her, so she hated the Auror in front of her.

"What do you want to do, student representative of Deer Academy." Lucas looked at Camille with a gloomy face.

Camille raised her wand, controlled the mirror to reflect the gaze of the basilisk, then looked at Lucas and said:

"If the holder of great power only knows how to cut the dignity of others with a sharp blade, he is destined to become an ugly loser in the moral judgment."

"These ugly losers have lost their humanity and are like beasts."