Cultivators at the Wizarding Academy

Chapter 28 I Can Fly

"That little rascal, he's got some ideas." Tai'an thought to himself, hands behind his back, adopting the leisurely air of a grandpa taking a stroll.

"Xiao An, do you want me to take you flying?" The silver-haired loli was becoming more and more skilled at manipulating the mage's hand, and she kept waving around the boy.

"No need!" Tai'an coldly refused, and crashed straight into Yin Yue, who was blocking his way.

"Hmph! You're not a gentleman at all!"

"I advise you to put your wand away. Showing it off will only bring trouble to yourself and those around you."

"He's clearly younger than me, so why does he sound like Mr. Luo Ang..."

In the distance, a dark brown fence could be seen, covered with iron thorn vines.

The ranger of the Potions Garden is a crippled magic swordsman, said to be a descendant of a former headmaster. Because his magic essence was insufficient, he was ineligible to become a spellcaster and was forced to take the path of a magic swordsman. Later, he was severely wounded in a war against orcs and barbarians and retired from public life. Now, he is about eighty years old, accompanied by a hunting dog. Many of the older students affectionately call him "Old Cripple," and his real name is rarely known.

The silver-haired loli put away her wand, landed on the ground from her floating state, and followed behind him with her hands behind her back, mimicking Tai'an's swaggering, indifferent gait.

The air was filled with the silvery laughter of little girls.

Tai'an frowned in annoyance, wanting to reprimand her, but in the end, he waved the sleeve of his wizard's robe and chose not to argue with a girl.

Women are the most difficult to deal with!

"Xiao An, do you think I imitated it well?" Yin Yue grinned, not forgetting to add insult to injury. She happily lifted her skirt and hopped around with a limp.

Tai'an really didn't want to indulge the little girl's arrogance, but unfortunately there were too many people around, making it difficult to take action.

"Children! If you need anything, you can consider growing the medicinal herbs you need yourself. Just let Mr. Bieber know and rent some vacant land." Paramela raised her voice to beckon everyone closer. "Most medicinal herbs need to grow in specific soils and environments. The area around the forest is mainly humus soil, which is fertile, loose, and has sufficient moisture, making it suitable for the growth of the White Spirit Flower, the main ingredient needed for the Potion of Life."

Paramela walked to the side of a garden patch and slowly bent down: "White Spirit Flowers are very delicate and need to be picked with great care. You can pick the leaves, but please do not damage the petioles and stems. White Spirit Flowers generally take about three to four months to grow and bloom, and can be picked three times a year."

Tai'an carefully plucked a white petal and sensed the faint life force contained within it.

Artificially cultivated medicinal materials are actually of rather average quality. They need to undergo repeated purification and neutralization of components that can cause severe diarrhea before they can be made into a qualified life-saving potion.

The repeated purification process is crucial and requires mental and spiritual support; the slightest mistake can lead to failure. Therefore, this essential life-saving potion has never been mass-produced or widely available.

The students bought the right to collect herbs from the forest rangers at a very reasonable price: just one silver dollar, plus a free bamboo winnowing basket.

"The little red flowers are so pretty! Xiao An, would you like to pick a few?" Yin Yue would occasionally make her presence known.

"Don't touch other people's things."

Tai'an waved the monk's hand, gently sweeping a patch of white spirit garden. The fluttering white petals fell into the winnowing basket, filling it to the brim, as easily as sprinkling water.

Others tried to follow suit, but their self-control was poor, and one by one they caused accidents, resulting in extensive damage to the white jasmine nursery.

Paramela's face darkened as she stopped the young wizard's foolish act: "Children, even in two years, very few of you will be able to wield the magic wand skillfully! Unless you are truly confident, do not experiment with potion-making materials. Next time you damage the garden, I will demand that you pay for it."

There was no other way but for everyone to bend over and pick the flowers one by one in the garden.

"Xiao An, why don't you lend a hand!" Yin Yue said, puffing out her dimples as she watched Tai An leisurely standing to the side. "You're a boy, don't you have any manners?"

"Don't always rely on others. Do it yourself and you'll have plenty to eat and wear," the boy said sarcastically, arms crossed.

Manual harvesting is no easy task; it took half an hour, and the little wizard only managed to pick a small amount, with the Silver Moon variety being the least.

"You're so stingy! Share some with me!"

Despite her young age, she possessed an innate ability to act cute. The silver-haired loli grabbed a handful of flower petals from the young wizard's winnowing basket.

Tai'an didn't tolerate it either, lightly slapping Yin Yue's hand. The pain made her face turn pale, and she hissed, gasping for breath: "You're so mean!"

"Remember! Don't mess with boys!" The young wizard snorted, completely unconcerned.

"If a boy eats alone, no one will like him in the future."

"I have a fiancée, I don't need anyone else's affection."

The two bantered like an impromptu play, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.

"Children, time is tight. Come with me to the Potions lab. I'll provide you with the necessary materials. Remember, from now on, Potions class will be held directly in the lab."

The third floor of the Wizard's Tower.

The potions lab and materials warehouse are on the same floor.

Lady Volna, the vampire guardian, didn't even glance at Paramela as she entered, her gaze fixed on the live-streamed magic painting. A love story was playing on the canvas, currently at its climax.

"Nylon root powder is used to neutralize the medicinal properties, hemostatic herbs accelerate the healing of injuries, and silver blue flowers are used to improve the taste and remove the bitterness of the potion."

Two ceramic pots on the wooden frame wobbled and flew up, following behind Paramela.

The Potions Lab.

The students paired up and each chose a spot.

Despite Tai'an's reluctance and resistance, he couldn't escape the persistent pests around him.

"Don't you know who I am!" Silver Moon said, hands on her waist, continuing to gloat.

"I'm not a good person! You'd better think carefully about the consequences..." The young wizard's eyes were stern, but unfortunately, his overly cute baby face didn't give him much of an air of authority.

The thick-skinned silver-haired girl didn't care at all: "Don't pretend! Sister Taiya told me you're a good girl at home..."

Paramela cleared her throat: "Kids, hurry up! I've brought all the ingredients, now I'll distribute them to you."

The witch waved her wand, and the cork in the terracotta pot popped open, releasing long black dragons of powdered nylon root that poured into the small squares in front of each seat.

The Wizard's Hand is a very convenient spell that greatly assists in life and work.

Essentially, it involves condensing spiritual power, improving its quality, and increasing its interference and influence on matter.

As strength increases, the upper limit of the Mage's Hand will gradually rise. From initially lifting a few feathers, to later moving mountains and overturning the earth.

(End of this chapter)