Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 20 Choosing a Mentor

They wanted to keep a low profile, but ended up unintentionally causing a major incident.

The young wizard was annoyed, but then he thought that there were only twenty-three students in the entire first class of the Wizarding Academy. The water was too shallow; he couldn't hide there no matter what he did.

With her handsome appearance and status as the heir to an earl, she was destined to be the focus of her classmates' attention.

Well, they only see the surface. They can't see his hidden depths.

Showing off one's strength appropriately isn't necessarily a bad thing...

Alice was busy cleaning up the mess; the resurrected undead needed to sink back into the ground.

One person simply couldn't handle it all, so they had to call on the junior wizards who had already passed the test to help.

After a short while, they tidied up the surrounding area and the entrance exams resumed.

"Next up, Dorothy!"

The loli with purplish-black hair is of even higher status, said to be a princess of the Violet royal family with the right of succession, and also uses a mithril wand.

Her delicate and pretty face, though young, possessed a touch of allure and charm. Her black dress accentuated her fair skin.

All four girls are beautiful, but if we're talking about their looks right now, Dorothy is definitely one of the best, surpassing everyone except Silvermoon.

"Awaken, you icy ghosts slumbering at the bottom of the pool."

As the loli's melodious voice faded, the fountain began to churn, and a pale blue ice ghost emerged from the water.

The temperature around us suddenly dropped several degrees. People around us instinctively felt the biting cold.

"Frost Specters are undead creatures with a support function. Their attacks can stiffen the enemy's muscles, reducing their offensive and mobility capabilities." Alice didn't mind giving the children a quick lesson in common sense: "Please note that only spellcasters of the formal class can deal with Frost Specters. Apprentices should not provoke them."

The entrance exams are slowly coming to an end.

Although the number of new wizards this term is smaller than in previous terms, their quality has improved significantly. Two mithril wands have even appeared, including one belonging to an eccentric little wizard and his wand.

Alice paused for a moment, then said, "Children, I know of your talents. Here is a piece of advice for you. Life is a marathon; temporary gains and losses, wins and losses, are not important. Only those who keep striving forward can laugh last."

Regarding the selection of tutors: Unfortunately, our Wizarding Division has a limited number of students to teach, so you don't have much choice. The tutors responsible for the first-year students are…

I am Alice, the necromancer.

His Holiness Gargamel is the instructor for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Spells. He is a good choice for students with ample financial resources. He has a relatively easygoing personality and believes in equal exchange; you reap what you sow.

Potions Master, Paramela.

Transfiguration instructor, Furness.

Inscription and Auxiliary Arts Mentor, Youmu.

And the Witcher mentor, Ginsley.

Alice paused slightly, then added, "Mentors are your guides on your novice path, answering your questions and resolving your doubts for the future. Please choose carefully. Each mentor usually only takes on three to five apprentices per semester, but His Majesty Gargamel has no such restrictions."

Little Dak timidly raised his hand: "Does choosing a subject tutor mean I can only study that subject from now on?"

"No, each tutor will give you a basic introduction to the relevant professional knowledge, with at least one open class every week. You can study on your own according to your interests. If you want to study further, it is best to become an apprentice of the tutor in that major," Alice answered smoothly.

"Excuse me, do we need to make a decision immediately?" someone else asked.

"No need, but there are limited spots available, first come, first served."

Alice calmly closed her empty eye sockets, and her ferocious aura immediately diminished, making her look like an ordinary old lady next door, with a peaceful and serene expression.

The spellcaster can use mental perception instead of sight to ascertain the general situation around them. All living beings possess both a life magnetic field and a soul magnetic field; the dead and ghosts only possess the latter.

The material of different objects can be roughly determined by the speed at which spiritual energy penetrates them. Only gold is impervious to spiritual energy. Because of this characteristic, gold artifacts are mostly used for rituals and to imprison spirits.

Tai'an carefully simulated the life magnetic field released by his peers. His true life magnetic field was far too strong; for ordinary people, it was like a tiny candle flame, while for him it was like a raging fire, surpassing even a multi-ton earth dragon—its intensity was simply unreasonable. Fortunately, he could perfectly blend into the natural environment and remain hidden. However, completely shielding his life magnetic field was still too peculiar, so he decided to leak some out anyway.

In Alice's mental perception, Tyson was a special being. All the other students were like stable campfires. Only he was like a constantly flickering sun…

Suddenly, an extremely strong burst of energy erupted, then suddenly it extinguished, leaving no trace.

The clumsy concealment technique is probably only good enough to fool an ordinary spellcaster.

However, Alice had been blind for over thirty years, and her mental perception had reached its limit.

"Your Majesty Gargamel, you must have sensed it too..."

"You mean the child named Tai'an?"

"Yes, he's very special..."

Within the area of ​​darkness, spellcasters from the Wizarding Academy can establish a connection of consciousness regardless of distance.

"Speaking of which, I was quite special back then, and every unique genius is special."

"I can't figure out his true strength."

"Everyone has their own secrets, and as long as they don't violate principles, they can be left alone."

"yes…"

With the young wizard carrying a heavy magic wand on his shoulder, the group returned from the Great Tomb to the Wizard Tower's plaza.

After the entrance exam, the first open class will be held.

A lesson on spellcasting basics, presented by the mentor Youmu.

"Children, now I will take you into the Wizard Tower. Please remember one thing: before entering the Wizard Tower, you must either be accompanied by an insider or carry your student ID with you. Recklessly barging in may cause the security system to misjudge you as an intruder. As for the consequences, I don't think you want to know..." Alice warned in a low voice.

An old woman in black robes, leaning on a cane, led the way up the gray-white steps, where rows of ferocious stone carvings of demons squatted in niches on the outer wall of the wizard's tower.

Within the area devoid of light, each gargoyle possesses combat strength approaching that of an elite. Their number is unknown, perhaps in the hundreds or thousands.

Walking on the dark red carpet, the moment I stepped through the door, a sense of suffocation and oppression hit me.

"Hahaha! Welcome, kids..."

"Becoming a wizard is the wisest choice you will ever make."

In the painting with the gold border, the figures are making all sorts of exaggerated gestures.

Below each portrait is a line of text introducing the principal or mentor who made outstanding contributions.

(End of this chapter)