You call this a black hand?

The lunch break has passed before I knew it.

Although he learned a piece of information about his own safety from Mrs. Chelsea, Mellen did not disrupt the rhythm of his life.

The first class in the afternoon is combat class, the second class is spell class, and the third class is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There were no twists and turns in the duel course. In a two-on-two battle, Melen, whose physical fitness was far superior to others, could not produce any amazing results when facing his peers.

It can only be said that no one can beat him.

But how strong he is, the people around him cannot detect him.

So much so that a bald teacher named Cronin who taught dueling courses couldn't help but want to consider the quality of Mellen, the guardian.

However, although he was tempted, considering the careful explanations given by his leaders before class, he did nothing in the end.

There were no surprises in the following spell class. Mellen learned three spells here, and he basically learned them all in one go.

But the magic that wizard apprentices can learn is easy to master, and everyone basically has a family background, so there are actually many who perform similarly to him.

It was the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that cheered Mellon up a bit.

Because the person who teaches this course is Juliana.

"The latest Third Code of Duels promulgated by the International Council of Wizards stipulates that all magic that secretly conspires to harm people can be called black magic."

The young woman with long black hair tied up in a dignified hairstyle is now wearing a neat and slim professor's robe. She is holding the podium with both hands and looking down at the dozens of students below, her expression looks quite cold.

The words in his mouth were full of seriousness.

"Black magic is illegal. Any wizard who is found to be using or even practicing black magic will be labeled as a criminal."

"But magic in this field is the most commonly used method in the wizarding world to harm people. So although we can't learn it, we must be vigilant and have the power to protect ourselves."

"This is the significance of the school offering this class, which involves your future personal safety."

"..."

Compared with several other professors or lecturers, Juliana comes across as very strict during class, and her unsmiling appearance is completely unapproachable.

But she is so beautiful, so even if she keeps a straight face, many teenagers can't help but whisper, feel admiration, or simply have physical impulses because of it.

However, this situation was quickly stopped as the young woman raised the wand in her hand and released streaks of lightning that made people scream.

"St. Grant's Fort does not prohibit corporal punishment. I also hope that there will be some experimental objects in my classroom so that everyone can more intuitively feel the threat of black magic."

When she put down her wand, she said without changing her expression: "So I would like to ask these students to continue their efforts in the future and strive to make more contributions to everyone."

These words sounded laughable, but combined with those male students whose bodies were burned and cracked by the electric shock, who fell to the ground and rolled around, screaming and wailing, it made everyone in the classroom shudder.

Although the existence of healing magic will not make the situation worse, being able to treat it is one thing, but whether it hurts is another.

"She is truly a she-devil."

When class was over, the students sitting under the podium breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the female professor turn around and leave without delaying the class, and couldn't help but whisper to each other.

"I did it when I said it. When I heard the wailing, she seemed to be still laughing."

"It's really scary. No other professor is like her."

"This is normal. Professor Lesomore is the deputy dean and is also in charge of discipline. He must have a sharp temperament."

"What a pity for such a beautiful appearance..."

When they were discussing like this, no one could have imagined that the female devil, who had a stern face just a moment ago, turned around and left shortly after, transformed into a black-haired girl, and then came back impatiently and approached someone in the classroom.

"There is a naughty kid here. He doesn't pay attention in class. Is he thinking about something about Nianhu Lake?"

Completely ignoring the surprised glances of the people nearby, the extremely innocent-looking black-haired girl lightly bumped Meren, who was sitting next to her, with her shoulder. Her eyes when she looked sideways were full of shyness.

In fact, after last night's test, she was always in a very happy mood.

The stern behavior I had in class before was just due to my professionalism.

Juliana was still very careful about this aspect. Classes were just classes, and she didn't even look at anyone twice.

However, as soon as she was out of work, she couldn't help but come and post, like a newlywed wife, unwilling to be separated from her sweetheart for a moment.

"Don't make trouble, I'm thinking about the next training course."

The black-haired boy sitting at the desk answered absentmindedly.

"Is there something wrong with your practice?"

Juliana was stunned when she heard this, and the shy look on her face instantly stopped, "Is it serious? Does it matter?"

"There's just something wrong."

Mellen said thoughtfully: "But I couldn't explain it for a while."

After separating from his wife, he was thinking about this matter.

According to the Holy Spirit, constantly absorbing mysterious substances from the outside will bring him great troubles.

However, the situation Melen is encountering now is more than just that.

When he first started practicing, he had already discovered that the "spiritual energy" absorbed from the ghosts, after being transformed through the path of inheritance, penetrated into the body and was mixed with the mysterious substances accumulated in the bones.

At present, I haven't found anything happening because of this, but I think it's just that it hasn't reached a qualitative change yet.

After all, he had only practiced once.

But if there is a qualitative change, will it be good or bad?

He wasn't sure.

On the other hand, are the consequences mentioned by the Holy Spirit true or false? If true, how should we deal with them?

Because the situation hadn't arisen yet, Mellen didn't have a clue for a while.

At the same time, he was frustrated again and again by his wife, and was even explicitly rejected, which made him feel very depressed at the moment.

"Let's find a quiet place and you can talk to me carefully."

Seeing his frown, a flash of pity flashed in Juliana's dark eyes, so she raised her delicate hand under the desk and held Melon's arm tightly, "Maybe when the next class is practicing, I will ask for leave and go secretly.

Looking for you?"

"Don't worry, I'll talk to you tonight."

Mellen replied, looking sideways at his "cousin" who was full of concern and worry, and a look of shame suddenly appeared on his face.

However, seeing his "gloomy" expression, Juliana thought that the little man next to her had really suffered some unexplainable setback.

So she bit her lower lip and said in a flattering tone: "Don't be unhappy, I will let you learn how to bark like a dog tonight, okay?"

Mellen's face became even more "sullen" when he heard this.

But before he could speak, a slightly wary voice suddenly sounded next to him.

"Ege, who is this?"

This voice is quite familiar.

The two of them heard the sound and looked over, and found that the person who came over to ask was the cheap son Kevin.