I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

"It's useless, Flat is waiting for you to disperse."

Before Lenis finished speaking, Flatt had already started waving his arms.

"Hmm, that's what it looks like over there, go around in a circle!"

If you are observant enough, it is not difficult to find that Flatt assumed the same posture as the intruders before waving his arms. This is not a simple imitation, but some kind of analog magic, or more commonly known as a curse.

"Interference Begins (Playball)."

Accompanied by a short chant, the thunder and lightning released by the invaders changed direction the moment they broke away from the spell.

The next second, the screams of the magicians who were scorched by their own lightning were heard all around.

Strictly speaking, the sensory-like magic used by Flatt is not the orthodox Western magic taught in the Clock Tower, but the witchcraft system derived from Southeast Asia.

However, this makes no difference to the boy, because he is a genius, a true genius.

Let’s talk a little bit about Flatt’s past.

Frat Edkars was born in a country surrounding the Mediterranean Sea, and belongs to the Edkars family of ancient magicians.

This is a very interesting family. In terms of history alone, there are not many families in Europe who can compare with it. However, the previous heads of this family can only be described as mediocre. There is nothing outstanding in either their own talents or their magic practice. Many magicians caricature that this is an incompetent family unable to transform history into mystery.

——Until the birth of Flat.

This child seemed to make up for the family's years of mediocrity, with an outstanding number of magic circuits and an overwhelming ability to control them.

As the child prodigy that everyone expected, he was sent to the Clock Tower with high hopes. However, this "exceptional talent" found even the Clock Tower troublesome.

It was initially handed over to Locke Bellfebon, the Minister of Summoning Science, the deputy department of the Spiritual Department, but he was transferred to another department after only a few months. Although every subsequent department welcomed him because of his extraordinary talents, as the record of how quickly he destroyed the lecturer's stomach bag continued to be refreshed, all that awaited him was yet another banishment.

Why is this so?

Very simple. Every teacher wants his students to be smart and hardworking. Ability to quickly understand one's own knowledge. But few teachers realize how sad it is to meet a student who is too talented.

It is a good thing that you can learn it as soon as you learn it, you can understand it as soon as you hear it, and you can understand it as soon as you understand it.

Drawing parallels and drawing inferences from one instance to another is the best of all good things.

If you understand thoroughly what you are taught, then study it intensively, and finally surpass the teacher, you will be the perfect student you dream of.

However, if these three processes are completed in a very short period of time, or even before the teacher’s lesson is finished, and the students have already pointed out the teacher’s fallacy, what will the teacher think? Will you feel useless? Do you feel like you have lived on a kobold for so many years?

Forget it, after all, there will occasionally be omnipotent geniuses and super monsters like Leonardo da Vinci in this world.

What's even more outrageous is that Flatt's body is full of the ideal attitude of a magician, but his attitude towards magic is the worst - he has no self-consciousness as a magician at all.

What makes a modern magician a magician is an obsession that has grown over the generations beyond his powers and extraordinaryness. The strong thoughts that cling to the darkness of history for hundreds or even thousands of years have a terrifying "power" in themselves. No matter how far science throws magic behind it, magic will never die out completely as long as this idea is not eradicated.

However, Flatt had no such obsession at all. No matter where I go, I always look out of place, meddling in other people's business. When I see a technique I haven't seen before, I will shamelessly approach it. After quickly analyzing it, I will point out the shortcomings in the technique with a natural expression.

Teach him a lesson. Sorry, there aren't many people in the entire Clock Tower who can defeat him. Your spell has been completely absorbed by him, and if you are not careful, you will capsize in the gutter.

Don't teach him a lesson. I can’t hold onto my face anymore.

It just so happens that such a guy who fishes all day long always maintains a record of perfect scores in all subjects. He would slap the lecturer in the face every now and then, and even the lord was not spared. His nickname "The Genius Idiot's Idiot" comes from this glorious history of bloodbath throughout the Clock Tower.

In the words of an unlucky guy who has suffered the most harm, Flatt's existence has seriously affected the teaching order of his school department. So, after going through all the eleven departments except the Law and Political Science Department, the Law and Political Science Department threw him into the El Meloy Classroom, a concentration camp for troubled children in the Modern Magic Department, where he stayed for several years.

Even he himself couldn't tell how many kinds of magic the young man who had been in the Twelve Schools mastered. For example, Flatt can counter Gary Asta's lightning magic with his eyes closed.

"The breach is open." Amid the groans from all over the place, Flatt still had a natural look on his face, smiling.

"Gray kiss!!!" Sfen, who had harvested the harvest smoothly, looked up to the sky and roared, full of wild charm - if you ignore the content of the roar.

Although the two of them quarreled all day long and looked like enemies, their movements were smooth and coordinated, like a natural pair, making the enemy miserable.

As the two called, a third voice rang.

"Um...please don't use that title...El-Meloy Classroom, Gray, join the war!"

The petite figure wearing a cloak rushed into the enemy's formation, and everything he passed was filled with wailing.

Don't get me wrong, Gray is neither using the harvesting "Reaper's Scythe" nor the attacking "City Ram". She is using a shield. It is not difficult to judge from the strange face on the shield. This is also One of the forms of Yade.

The shield itself is not scary and has no offensive effect, but the strange power possessed by the shield owner makes the shield unstoppable.

The girl just held up her shield and withstood the thunder and lightning attacks as she charged forward, completely shattering the intruder's formation. It was less than two minutes before Flatt appeared on the scene.

"You see, this is the strength of El-Meloy's classroom - by the way, what was the name of the game we played last time at the professor's place? Romance of the Three Kingdoms? No, War of the Three Kingdoms? That's also wrong...Dynasty Warriors, yes, We are the Clock Tower Wushuang.”

"Huh, what a big breath!"

The voice was so angry that it was almost distorted, and the harsh thunder exploded at the same time.

That was a thunderbolt that was not on the same level as the downed invaders. If this was the standard of thunder and lightning, the former could only be considered an electric spark.

The thunder burst out with dazzling brilliance, completely tearing through the clouds and tearing apart the atmosphere.

Its target is obviously Gray, who looks the least impressive but has gained the most!