Wizard: I can predict the future

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Followed by.

A series of suppressed gasps of surprise quickly spread.

Luca glanced at her.

"Not bad, you've only just become a level three wizard apprentice and you're already able to cast a level three zero-ring spell."

"It seems your talent exceeds the academy's expectations."

After saying that, he turned and left.

He had just left.

The entire classroom erupted in chaos.

"Did I see that right? Was that a minor lightning spell?"

"Who is this? Is this really a student from our class? How could they have learned a spell so quickly?"

"That's a genius from the Newman wizarding family, I heard he has the talent of a seventh-rank wizard."

Discussions rose and fell.

Nord stood in the crowd, looking at the genius girl.

The other party was like a sun, dazzling and radiant.

Although Lesser Lightning is a level 3 spell with zero rings, its power is already approaching that of a level 2 spell with zero rings.

In the wizarding world, this corresponds to the wizarding apprentice level.

Zero-ring sorcery was further subdivided into three tiers.

Among them, attack magic consumes one standard magic power for every point of mental energy used.

Ultimately, spells with a power level below ten are classified as third-tier sorcery.

Those between ten and fifty are classified as second-order sorcery.

Gray stood beside him, his eyes filled with envy.

"That's the advantage of being born into a wizarding family; you can learn wizarding knowledge from birth."

"Instead of having to go through all the trouble of collecting them like we do."

Nord turned his gaze away and looked at Gray beside him.

"Don't envy them. Being talented is one thing, but being born into a good family is another."

"The family can provide them with resources, inheritance, and protection, but they will also have to pay the price for the family's interests, grudges, and stance in the future."

Upon hearing this, Gray smiled as well.

"That seems to be true; at least we are free."

Nord shook his head and said nothing.

It's hard to say whether being born into a wizarding family is a good or bad thing.

Where there are beneficiaries, there must be sacrifices; it all depends on one's perspective.

Moreover, now that they've entered Ash Academy, are they truly free?

The two walked out of the classroom together.

Gray looked at Nord.

"I'm going to the library later, do you want to come with me?"

Nord shook his head.

"I have a Potions class this afternoon, so I won't go."

Unlike open courses, Ash Academy also offers two exclusive courses per week for each wizarding specialization.

These courses are more progressive and systematic in explaining the relevant knowledge.

Only wizard trainees or apprentices with a talent for potion-making are allowed to enter.

Open classes, on the other hand, are taught by different lecturers in rotation, and the content is more fragmented and varied. Some lecturers even talk about strange and interesting stories from the wizarding world.

Potions classes are held on Monday and Friday afternoons.

……

The Potions classroom was not as large as the classroom for open classes.

Beside the podium, dozens of plants of various shapes and sizes were displayed.

Some have flowers the size of a head, while others are still wriggling slightly, like animals.

Nord chose a seat near the front.

If it were in his previous life, he would have chosen the back corner without hesitation.

But nowadays, knowledge is power, and it's also about visible progress. This positive feedback can even be addictive.

Before long, the Potions classroom was filled with over three hundred people.

Not long after, a thin old man slowly walked in.

It was Dylan Flynn, a wizard specializing in plant-based potion concoctions.

He didn't exchange any extra pleasantries.

Instead, he placed a plant about an inch wide and an arm long, emitting a faint fluorescent glow, on the podium.

"Potionology is a profound subject."

"It encompasses the cultivation of magical plants, the identification of magical creatures, and the final concoction of potions."

As he said this, his gaze swept quickly over everyone.

"However, time and energy are limited during the apprenticeship period."

"You only need to choose one direction to delve into: either plant-based potion brewing or biological potion brewing."

"As for cultivating magical plants, you don't have magic stones, magic potion gardens, or laboratories, so you don't need to consider it for now."

Looking at the unidentifiable plant ahead, Nord felt a strong urge to head to the library as soon as possible and consult the books.

If you can't even do the most basic identification, you won't have time to regret it if you accidentally wander into certain areas in the future.

Then, Dylan's voice rang out again.

"Potion magic is not only profound, but also tedious and boring, far less intuitive than elemental sorcery."

"In fact, in the early stages of potion studies, you won't even be able to master a true offensive or defensive magic."

After speaking, he paused and looked at everyone again.

"Is there anyone among you who wants to quit?"

"Don't worry, if you don't want to study potion-making, I can talk to the dean and have you switch to the elemental side."

There was complete silence; no one responded.

Dylan smiled and nodded.

"very good."

He pointed to the glowing plant.

"This one is called Moonlight Grass."

"It is commonly found in damp environments and accumulates a small amount of energy under moonlight."

"Its main function is to stabilize emotional fluctuations."

"It is also a basic ingredient for many low-level meditation aids."

As he spoke, a pair of semi-transparent hands appeared in front of him.

It is an essential auxiliary spell that wizards must learn, the Hand of the Mage.

Immediately afterwards, a semi-transparent knife and a semi-transparent container slowly appeared in his hands.

The knife precisely pierced a certain point and made a light cut.

A tiny drop of shimmering liquid slowly seeped out.

It was caught in a semi-transparent container.

"This is the witchcraft you will all have to learn from now on, the Wizard's Hand."

"After all, every experiment we wizards conduct is dangerous. If we always use our hands, it's not only inaccurate but also very unsafe."

"However, you can purchase basic tools to operate for now."

"Your task is simple: learn how to extract a complete essence of moonflower."

"I will check next week, and those who succeed will receive an extra academy point."

"Alright, that concludes today's lesson."

He turned and left as soon as he finished speaking.

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other.

It seemed like they hadn't quite realized what was happening yet.

Nord watched the figure disappear through the doorway.

My heart skipped a beat.

Is that all?

From the beginning until now, it's only been a few minutes in total.

He subconsciously recalled what had just happened.

A plant, a demonstration, a few words of explanation.

Then it's over.

It didn't even cover as much content as the open class in the morning.

Shouldn't the promised personalized courses be more systematic and detailed?

But this lesson felt more like having something laid out in front of you.

Then I'll tell you: Do it yourself.

Nord's gaze involuntarily fell on the withered moonflower on the podium.

A thought suddenly came to mind.

"You won't have to find the materials yourself, will you?"

The thought had just crossed my mind.

He already had the answer in his heart.