I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 103 A heavy blow

"Yes." Lancelot nodded. He glanced at Lilith, and the girl made a cheering gesture towards him.

The boy stretched out his right hand and began to imagine the feeling when he closed his eyes just now, and soon his body responded.

Heat continued to gather in the palm of his hand, and Lancelot felt the burning sensation again.

However, a few seconds passed, and no shadow of the fireball could be seen at all.

"Eh? What's going on?" Chris asked with his eyes widened: "Lancelot, did you do what I said?"

"Yes, Teacher Chris."

At this time, Frank also came over curiously, and everyone standing in front of them also looked at each other, surprised by the result.

"Try again." Chris' tone became a little hesitant.

Lancelot nodded and repeated it twice, but the damn fireball still didn't appear.

"This is really weird."

Chris held his chin in his hand, and he couldn't figure out the reason for this.

Instant magic only requires the caster to master the know-how of substantive magic before it can be released smoothly, and students who can enter the wizarding academy are undoubtedly talented in magic.

In previous years, there were pure newcomers like Lancelot. In this link, Chris only played a guiding role, guiding the magic in the students' bodies so that they could understand the entire process of substantiating the magic on their own.

Take Frank just now as an example. He immediately learned the fireball technique after being guided by Chris.

During the mental test, Chris witnessed Lancelot's extraordinary talent with his own eyes. It was obviously unbelievable that such a genius could not even learn the fireball technique.

"Lancelot, are you sure you are 100% focused?" Chris still had some doubts about whether the boy was lying to him.

"Teacher Chris, I can feel the magic running, but it doesn't seem to work."

Lancelot lowered his head as he spoke, looking at his hands with disappointment.

Frank walked up to the boy and patted him on the shoulder: "Lancelot, maybe you are too nervous."

The atmosphere became awkward now. Lancelot was the only one in Class A who didn't know how to fireball.

Obviously, Chris could not slow down the progress of the entire class because of this. He thought for a few seconds and then said: "Lancelot, please rest aside for a while. I will report your situation to Teacher Harvey later."

There."

"Frank, go back to your original position."

Frank shrugged and walked back to the group.

After Lancelot heard these words, his face became very ugly. Like a child who had done something wrong, he walked to an open space ten meters away from the team and sat down, taking deep breaths to suppress his annoyance.

[Am I here to be funny after all this time? Fuck you.] Lancelot punched the ground angrily, and the severe pain caused him to immediately retract his hand.

The next second, Lancelot's unwilling tears fell on the white ground, and he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his heart.

With the extraordinary talent transferred to him by the witch, he confidently entered the wizarding academy, passed the entrance exam without any danger, and entered the most outstanding Class A.

But now reality gave him a hard punch, knocking him out of breath.

"What exactly is the problem?" Lancelot covered his head in pain. He looked up at his classmates not far away who were using the ice cone technique.

Lancelot carefully recalled every detail of his arrival in the other world, from the coffin to the orphanage to the sacrifice ceremony three years ago.

"From now on, you are a magic apprentice."

What Gloria had said to him suddenly flashed through Lancelot's mind, and he froze on the spot.

[Magic Apprentice. Magician. Wizard] Lancelot continued to think along this line of thought: [Black magic, white magic. Pagan.]

[By the way, heretic!] Lancelot couldn't help but gasped when he thought of this, and finally understood what was going on.

Chris once said in class that pagans, that is, magicians, cannot learn black magic.

The vast majority of students who enter the Wizarding College are descendants of wizards, and there are still a few who do not have wizarding blood, but this does not affect their ability to successfully complete their studies at the Wizarding College.

There have been many ordinary people who have broken down class barriers through this method and become phoenixes by flying on branches.

But the only student who is a descendant of magicians is Lancelot.

What Lancelot didn't know was that every student entering the Wizarding Academy will undergo a physical examination one week before the start of school.

The purpose of the physical examination is to conduct blood screening and verify the authenticity of the student's identity.

Lancelot happened to miss this physical examination and became the only one who slipped through the net in two hundred years.

Therefore, the reason why Lancelot cannot learn the fireball technique has nothing to do with his talent. The problem stems from his bloodline, which is inherently incompatible with black magic.

[Then what’s the point of staying in wizard college?]

Lancelot's original plan was to enter the Wizarding Academy and work hard, and when he had enough strength, he could return to the Demonic Forest to rescue the witch, but now everything has come to nothing.

"Lancelot, why are you sitting here alone?"

Suddenly, Lancelot heard someone calling his name.

He raised his head and saw a dark-skinned strong man standing in front of him, extending his right hand to him in a friendly manner.

"Are you, Teacher Bolu?" Lancelot held the other person's hand and stood up.

Bolu grinned, showing a row of white teeth.

"Haha, it's rare that you still remember me." Boru turned to look at the team of Class A and said to Lancelot: "I am responsible for inspecting the situation of each class during class time. Chris has just told me about you.

Already."

Lancelot looked up at this cheerful black man and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The boy noticed that this guy was only wearing a thin coat, and his physique was so strong that he ignored the cold winter.

"Your situation is indeed very rare, but Mr. Harvey is dealing with other things now, so I will be responsible for enlightening you for the time being." Boru smiled mysteriously at the boy: "Lancelot, do you want to learn something new with me?

thing?"

"Something new?" Lancelot looked at the other person with confusion.

To be honest, Lancelot had no interest at all at the moment. He was still immersed in the despair of being unable to learn magic.

Boru put his arm around Lancelot's shoulders affectionately and said, "Let's go to the gym."

Lancelot just followed Boru in a daze and walked towards the gym amid everyone's strange eyes.

Lilith and Frank both looked at Lancelot's leaving figure with worried faces. No one expected that this would happen.

There was a black ice cone floating in Leo's palm, and even the mist surrounding the ice cone was black.

He also noticed Lancelot's figure, but his eyes were particularly intriguing.

(End of chapter)