Sword and Magic and Taxi

The potions classroom is in the basement, and the herb room is outside the castle. 【】However, students need to register in the potions classroom first, and only after they have the test bench, can they go to the herb room to apply for raw materials. Most of the raw materials are free, or according to the grade of the student, free access to a certain range. But for tuition students such as Zhao Mai and Tolkien, there is no such preferential treatment at all.

It is now in March, and the graded examination is conducted at the end of June, so in fact there are only about four months, but their tuition fees are the same as the annual tuition for ordinary students! Even if Ado has a large appetite, he can "earn back" part of his tuition to a certain extent when he eats a buffet, but in general he is "losing".

Now that we are encountering all the herb fees, how can we not make these tutors angry? "It's unreasonable to use education to make money!" "It's too unfair! You know we will be wizards too!"

The administrator of the herb district is teacher Buqite, who is a dwarf. Although standing on the stool, he was half shorter than this group of tutors. Bu Qite kept waving his hands and said to everyone anxiously: "This is the school's regulations, this is the school's regulations. When preparing our herb room, we did not expect that there will be many more students, so we need to purchase raw materials from outside. , So there is a charge."

"We have paid the tuition fee!" The crowd began to push, and after a while another voice appeared: "Remove your shoulders, you German!"

"French chicken, shut your mouth. Don't you have a magic school in France? What's going on in England?"

"This is the territory of my allied country. The Germans should get out of here! Get out!"

"What's the skill in the mouth? Come, take out your magic wand and see how good your magic is? Who loses and who gets the fuck!"

Tolkien was still looking at the crowd behind the crowd, and suddenly felt that there was an extra hand on his shoulder, and then he was dragged away by Zhao Mai. The two of them bypassed the crowd of onlookers, quietly exchanged a large bag of various herbs, and then prepared to sneak back.

"It's making a lot of money in silence." Zhao Mai said, "Let them fight here."

"Unexpectedly, the world war outside will also affect this place. Fortunately, the wizard did not participate, otherwise the spell will fly on the battlefield. I don't know what kind of tragedy will happen?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "I don't think so. There are only killings and being killed on the battlefield. Therefore, eliminating the magical effect and simply talking about killing, do you think wizards can stop bullets and cannonballs? Or the spells of wizards are better than bullets or cannonballs. Stronger?"

Tolkien recalled his memories on the battlefield. Roaring machine guns on the banks of the Somme, overwhelming bomb explosions, rumbled tanks. The raging flames of flamethrowers and the smoke of gas bombs shrouded like a wall of fog. He found that whether it was burned to death by the flame created by a spell or burned to death by the flame of a flamethrower on the battlefield, the pain was different, but the result was actually the same.

The two of them walked out, and the two tutors in the crowd had already beaten them with their magic wands. They continue to chant mantras, but most of them are not very aura, and the effect is at most to make the other party's clothes torn or just dyed. Suddenly, an exclamation came from the crowd, and Zhao Mai heard the "fainted" spell. Then he was hit by the spell, staggered forward, and stood still.

Looking back, the two people were still shooting spells at each other, and the energy of the spells flew from the wands, and they were bounced out due to unstable power. That's how the spell that hit him just now was bounced off, and it was one of the stray bullets. The crowd yelled and dispersed, for fear that they would be affected. Zhao Mai frowned. The spell that hit him just now was powerful, and the energy was solid, unlike what these two men could release.

"What are you thinking about?" Tolkien gave Zhao Mai a hand: "Don't look at these two fools, they are fighting here like children and they will definitely be punished."

Zhao Mai nodded, then looked around, and found no suspicious people, so he could only leave.

Soon after they left, three people in black student robes got together and talked in a low voice: "Why is he not affected? Giles, is there a problem with your faint spell?"

"Buck shut up! Do you want to try my Fainting Charm for yourself?" Giles said from his mouth, but he looked at the wand in his hand. "When I hit it, I felt that the curse seemed to hit the wall, and there was no feeling of feedback at all, and the energy dissipated."

"You are not faint, are you? That's a tutorial student, how can it be like a wall? There must be a problem with your spell." Buck curled his lips. "Forget it, let's find another chance next time. It's not just him as a tutor. I don't know what the fools of the Ministry of Magic think, and they agreed to let so many Muggles grow together in the school!"

"Isn't it all Dumbledore's trouble? Why should I fix the Wizarding Curse if there is nothing to do? The more Muggles you plant, the power of the wizard will be infested by them, and the wizarding world will get worse and worse. We must remain pure Blood! Only in this way can we ensure the future of the wizarding world!"

Pure-blood students look down on mixed-race students, but at least admit that they are part of the wizarding world. Wizards that emerged purely from non-wizard families, the so-called Muggle species, are considered a mutation and the result of magical instability. Many wizards, not only pure-blood wizards, but even some mixed-blood wizards, report prejudices against Muggle seeds, because the unstable factors in their bloodline will cause the wizard's ability to decline, and even make the descendants of wizards more. There is a "dumb cannon"-that is, a person who can't magic.

This view did not appear on the first day. There have been controversies all the time. It just broke out after the recent batch of "Muggle seeds" entered the school and obtained the "privilege" of skipping grades ~www.wuxiaspot.com~. Especially those students who will have younger siblings entering the school, they will feel that their own educational resources are suddenly occupied by others, and they are naturally particularly unhappy.

It's just that they didn't expect Zhao Mai's mental barrier to be able to stop the sleeping spell.

Tolkien and Zhao Mai returned to the potions classroom at the earliest, and then they became busy. According to the subject requirements of the exam, they need to successfully configure emetics, fire retardants and barrier agents to pass the first round of exams. These three potions are relatively simple, do not use many raw materials, and do not have too difficult requirements for magic manipulation.

"Chop Phoebe platycodon to the size of a rice grain, put it in when the liquid is boiling, stir clockwise three times and counterclockwise five times." Tolkien followed the instructions in the book and completed it carefully. Although he is a literary teacher, he has also studied chemistry and knows how to use alchemy props. In a short while, he finished the emetic, a pale orange viscous potion, which made people nauseous when smelled.

"It's not too difficult, let's come to the next one." Tolkien rubbed his hands and flipped the book back with confidence.

In this round, Zhao Mai is his assistant, helping him prepare materials. However, Zhao Mai did not start preparing for the next one. He was still thinking about the previous potions, feeling that he should be able to do better. (To be continued.)