Chapter 1 was a simple lightning attack technique, and the classmates lightly waved their wands almost all succeeded, except occasionally there would be "Ah! You burned my hair!", "Watch out, you burned a hole in my clothes!" and other noisy sounds.

  On the empty ground, Professor of Attack Class was already standing there waiting for everyone. That professor was August Professor, the man on the school bulletin board poster on the first day of school.

  Professor Orsino held a magic wand, wearing a black magic robe, with a serious face. His classmates stood in a row, holding their wands and waiting for the professor to speak.

  Professor Augus cleared his throat and said, "This semester I will be the instructor for your Attack class. I hope you all won't just limit yourselves to the textbook, but fully play to your own strengths, which is beneficial for discovering your talents and finding your own uniqueness."

  After that, everyone opened their textbooks. The first chapter was a simple lightning attack technique. Classmates lightly waved their magic wands and almost all succeeded, except for occasional outbursts of "Hey! You burned my hair!", "Watch it, you burned a hole in my clothes!" and the like.

  Miwei stood on one side, waving her magic wand while carefully experiencing this magical yet familiar feeling.

  Professor Augus stood on one side, seriously observing Mavis, wanting to discover her talent. After a long time, Professor Augus smiled slightly and shook his head. Perhaps he was too impatient. It was only the first class, even if it was an [S] grade, it wouldn't appear so quickly, would it?

  However, Mavis felt a bit eerie. Every time she waved her wand and recited the spell, she felt an uncontrollable power surging through her body. Mavis put down her arm, the strange feeling didn't show on her face, she just quietly put away her wand and watched Aila practice with a smile.

  After class, with an hour and a half to go before the next lesson, Mivie and Aila decided to go to the library to kill time. Since coming to Anliemanns, they had never been to the library.

  At the entrance of the library, the librarian was a man in his fifties with dark skin and deep eye sockets. Miao always thought he looked a bit strange, who wears this kind of old-fashioned duck-billed hat in winter?

  Meiwei and Aila showed their grade badges, and the administrator let them in.

  Meiwei wandered in front of the bookshelf, her fingers tracing over the rows of books. She had never seen so many books packed tightly together before, and it was a magnificent sight.

  S-class students are almost everywhere in school, and the library also has a storage room that only S-class students can enter. Mivie curiously pushed open the door and walked in, the dimly lit reading room revealing a warm yellow light. Mivie poked her head in and walked in, her footsteps sounding somewhat out of place in the quiet reading room.

  Maiwei walked inside and was startled when she reached the third row of bookshelves.

  A slender figure stood against the light, leaning against the edge of a bookshelf, holding a book in hand with an expressionless face, silver hair strands giving off a warm feeling under the lamp light.

  He was proud, that proud boy, Mavis stopped in her tracks, drawn in by this beautiful scene.

  He turned his head, glanced at Mavis, closed the book in his hand, without any intention of greeting her, put the book back on the shelf, and turned to leave without hesitation.

  Mei Wei looked at the door that was closed in front of her, wrinkled her nose, and withdrew the hand she had raised to greet someone. What's going on? Who's being so unreasonable?

  Miv walked to the place where she had just put the book back, curiously taking out the book again. The dark red cover was full of mysterious aura. Miv opened the book, and a thick feeling came rushing over her. The book recorded prophecies from various famous prophets and diviners. Miv's curiosity was thoroughly aroused. Holding the book, Miv walked to the door, swiped her card to borrow it, and when she borrowed this book, the librarian looked at Miv with a somewhat meaningful gaze. Miv slightly furrowed her brow, feeling that something was off about this librarian.

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