Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

"Each student only receives twenty credits per semester..."

Rhodes, clutching the thick freshman guide, frowned deeply, "This is so stingy! What can you do with so few credits?"

"The practical sculpting I want to learn requires ten credits just for the basic courses! I even have to prepare my own materials. It's like they're forcing me to do those inhuman credit-earning tasks."

"That's normal." Claire flipped through the catalog. "Don't forget, Grey Amber Workshop is a potions company. When they establish a wizarding academy, they naturally want to train outstanding potions masters."

"Subjects like Practical Energy Shaping are clearly designed to make money off those who get in through special admissions. Look, this Introduction to Basic Potions only requires two credits, and the textbook is provided free of charge."

"Wait, Claire, you're not thinking of taking this course, are you?"

"I know what you mean, so I'm still thinking about it." Claire closed the book and looked at the towering spire in the distance.

When a pure-blooded human advances to the level of an intermediate wizard apprentice, an elemental reaction will occur in the spiritual sea within their body.

Only then can a wizard's elemental affinity be determined.

Of the eleven elements, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are compatible and are generally considered suitable for potion-making.

Among them, water and fire elements are the best.

He is still a novice apprentice and has no way of learning about the elements of friendliness.

If the element after advancement is "wind" or "thunder," which are violent and volatile, then one will have almost no chance of being involved in alchemy.

"And don't forget, studying Potions is extremely expensive," Rhodes reminded him worriedly. "The people in this academy are either from wealthy families with financial backing, or they are exceptionally talented and receive full subsidies."

"We have nothing, but we were lucky enough to get in here because a kind, legitimate wizard owed us a favor."

"Of course I know all that," Claire said, "but it's just attending a class, there's no requirement to learn everything, right?"

"I've heard that there are many ways to test potion-making talent before an elemental reaction occurs, and the academy might have those methods. Don't you want to give it a try?"

"Don't forget, this is the Gray Amber Workshop. If you become a potion master here, your destiny will be completely changed!"

"...That seems to make sense." Rhodes was somewhat persuaded.

He ruffled his messy red hair. "Alright, alright, I heard Miss Elena has already completed the course and received a very high rating. If we don't know anything about potions, we won't be able to be friends in the future."

"Of course, I'm mainly here to keep you company!"

The two checked "Introduction to Potions" on their respective freshman guides, watching the words ignite and disappear on the pages.

"Wait, did you write down its class time and location?"

"What? I thought you'd remember!"

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Upon entering the lecture hall for the Introduction to Potions, one is greeted by rows of glowing glass spheres suspended on the ceiling, each containing various specimens of spiritual plants.

Screaming mandrake roots, sunflowers with human faces, and fire flowers that constantly drip lava... Colorful magical light overflows from the glass sphere, turning the classroom into a dance hall.

By this time, several people had gathered in small groups in the classroom, chatting and laughing.

As soon as Claire and Rod entered the classroom, the conversation immediately quieted down, and then they felt dozens of eyes sweeping over them.

"Are they the ones who got recommended for admission through connections a couple of days ago?"

"No doubt about it, that red-haired guy doesn't look like a decent person."

"Is the workshop short of money lately? They're even recruiting this kind of scum into the academy. I can't imagine how much money they spent."

The whispers reached Claire's ears. He glanced around discreetly and realized that the group was doing this on purpose.

"We seem to be unpopular," Rod said in a low voice.

Claire shook her head, indicating that she should go to the back row.

However, just as they were passing the middle row of seats, a foot wearing a shiny crocodile leather boot suddenly stretched out and blocked the aisle.

That foot was extended very deliberately. If Claire hadn't reacted quickly enough and stopped in time, she would have definitely tripped.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry."

A lazy voice rang out.

He was a blond, blue-eyed young man whose gaze toward Claire and Rhodes held a clear hint of mockery.

"My legs are a bit long, there's nowhere to put them. I hope I didn't scare you two geniuses."

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

Claire glanced at the silver maple leaf badge on the other person's chest, grabbed the red-haired demon who was about to explode beside her, and continued walking forward.

"Oh ho, are you ignoring me?" The blond man stretched out his leg, looking coldly at Claire. "A piece of trash with a seventh-tier talent, you don't even know basic manners. You dare to enter the academy's gates?"

"I enrolled on the recommendation of the Wizard of Marius. If you have any objections, you may contact the Academic Affairs Office at any time."

The two stared at each other for a moment, and finally the blond man snorted coldly and withdrew his leg.

Claire pulled Rhodes along as they walked forward, when the blond man's voice came from behind: "You're just a bully borrowing power. A letter of recommendation will only get you in the door; potions training is all about real skill."

No need for you to worry.

He replied casually and led Rod to sit down in the back row.

"These guys are disgusting. How many people's blood has their family sucked to get where they are today?" Rod gritted his teeth.

"It's all just noise."

Just then, the classroom door was pushed open again.

The person who walked in had a gloomy face, greasy hair plastered to his scalp, and heavy eye bags, making him look like a vulture that had been suffering from chronic sleep deprivation.

His gaze swept around, and everyone felt as if they were being watched by something cold and sinister.

This must be the advanced apprentice who teaches this course.

"Greetings, everyone," he said slowly. "You may call me Professor Heller."

"Potions Arts." Before anyone could react, he began to speak, "Many people think it's an elegant art. Just throw all sorts of flowers and herbs into a pot, stir it up, and you can get magical potions."

"That's a fairy tale! That's a trick to fool children!" Heller suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone.

"True potion-making is a dance with death! It's an extremely intricate energy structure!"

"The slightest mistake, the most fleeting thought, and your stupid heads will be blown off! Your corpses will be corroded by the liquid into a puddle of pus that even your own mother wouldn't recognize!"

The classroom was completely silent. The young masters who had been chatting and laughing just moments before were now huddled up like quails.

"And of all the elements, the most important is not the recipe, not the ingredients, but—"

With a wave of his wand, one word immediately filled everyone's minds:

balance.