“Hey, as expected of Professor Plon, really strict.”
Professor Gran exclaimed, then seemed to suddenly discover something and let out a soft gasp.
“Hey, look at that. Isn’t that the little girl who was very talked about in first grade, or rather, now we should say second grade, the one rumored to be the illegitimate child of someone?”
“Our academy doesn’t care about students’ backgrounds, and she should have taken your class too, yet you didn’t even remember her name!” Professor Plon said sternly.
“Hehe, there are so many students, who can remember them all?” Gran scratched his head, pretending to be foolish.
“Her name is Ariel, and she is indeed a very outstanding student.”
Professor Plon had also noticed Ariel, just getting off the carriage. He unconsciously scanned her face, and his mood instantly calmed a lot; he couldn’t help but smile and said:
“Nice, looks like she had a fulfilling holiday.”
“You really do value her.” Gran said.
“Of course, being able to raise her magic level to the second-tier golden level within a year is quite rare in my decades of teaching career; calling her a genius is by no means an exaggeration,” Professor Plon said, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
If it weren’t for the fact that Ariel’s way of using magic clearly bore the influence of other excellent teachers, he would have been unable to resist taking her as a true disciple.
“I see.”
Gran expressed his admiration and then lost interest.
He had seen too many geniuses, most of whom were nothing special.
“Speaking of which, in the second grade, there should be another student who is quite talked about, what was his name again? I think he’s the duke’s son.”
Gran casually asked:
“Professor Plon, do you know… eh?”
“Mu’en! Campbell!”
Professor Plon gritted his teeth, resembling a volcano about to erupt.
Of course he knew this name, as it was almost engraved in his bones!
Unforgettably deep.
Not because of his status as the duke’s son, or the ridiculous things he had done.
But because of the shame!
Yes, it was the huge shame of Plon Roninger’s fifty years of teaching career!
One year!
An entire year!
Three hundred sixty-five days!
Eight thousand seven hundred sixty hours!
Ariel had already stepped into the golden tier, capable of handling things on her own.
Even those ordinary students could at least grasp the basics and cast a few attack spells without issue.
But Mu’en Campbell, damn it, spent a whole year learning just a single illumination spell!
Illumination spell!
A magic that my cat would learn in three days!
He took an entire year!
Because of this incident, during the holiday, when he usually attended those top educators’ gatherings.
As soon as he walked in, someone pointed at him and laughed:
“Professor Plon, I heard you taught someone a unique talent, only learning one spell in a year.”
And he, as a towering figure in magical education, could only blush and respond stammeringly:
“Wh… whatever, how can this illumination spell be called a spell?
Illumination spell… illumination spell, practical and labor-saving, it counts at least as one and a half!”
Suddenly, the atmosphere around him was filled with laughter.
Laughter my ass! I felt like I wanted to crash my head into a wall!
He used to attend such gatherings to enjoy the respectful gazes of other educators.
Besides, he would carry himself with dignity and guide the younger generation.
But ever since Mu’en Campbell emerged with his outstanding achievement of learning only one illumination spell in a year, he felt like wherever he went, people were whispering and pointing at his back!
This was intolerable for someone like him, who considered himself a perfect educator!
But he was helpless against Mu’en Campbell.
After all, poor performance was not against school rules.
Moreover, the Campbell family was also one of the major shareholders of the academy, making it even less likely for him to purposely pick on a student.
“It seems you really don’t like that Mu’en Campbell.”
Gran shrank his neck. He rarely saw Professor Plon this angry, and just being next to him felt like he might be devoured alive.
So he quickly changed the subject: “Hey, look, your proud student seems to be blocked by someone.”
Gran pointed at the school gate.
“Oh? That seems to be Aemon from fourth grade. I remember him a bit; he has good talent.”
Professor Plon was indeed attracted by the mention, and his mood settled a little.
“What are they up to? Brawling?”
“It seems like… a challenge?”
Professor Plon squinted. Although it was quite distant, he could vaguely see Aemon throwing his glove at Ariel’s feet.
This action, among nobles, meant to initiate a challenge.
“Wow, a fourth grader challenging a second grader in front of so many people. Truly a rare sight,” Professor Gran whistled, clearly enjoying the show.
“Strange, why would Aemon randomly challenge Ariel? Did they have any conflict before?”
Professor Plon was puzzled.
He thought for a moment, then recalled that the conflict between Mu’en Campbell and Ariel was well-known throughout the second grade.
And Aemon… seemed to be quite close to Mu’en Campbell…
Mu’en Campbell, it’s you again!
Is it not enough that you bring disaster to me? Now you’re bringing disaster to my proud student?
“It seems they haven’t fought.”
Professor Gran continued watching the show, then suddenly exclaimed:
“Hey, isn’t that… Mu’en something?”
“Mu’en Campbell!”
Professor Plon saw Mu’en in the crowd, widened his eyes, and growled:
“He actually has the face to come to the academy!”
Professor Plon tightly gripped his cane, wishing he could charge down and hit Mu’en Campbell with it.
At the end of the semester, lucky for you, otherwise you would be in for some serious consequences!
“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. After all, he’s just a student. Why are you so mad at a student?”
Gran consoled.
“It’s normal for students to have mixed grades, isn’t it?”
“Normal?”
Professor Plon looked at Professor Gran with a cold smile:
“If a student in your magic potion class, after a year, still can’t distinguish between a sleeping potion and an aphrodisiac, or even says they were slipped a love potion or a sleeping drug, what would you think?”
“…”
Oh no, this scenario is too relatable; my blood pressure instantly soared.
“Ahem, let’s not talk about this. Let’s see what’s happening over there. Hey, that Mu’en Campbell seems to be saying something, and judging by the expressions of others, it must be an important matter.”
Gran stroked his chin and smiled: “Good thing I know a bit of lip reading.
Hmm, let me see what you’ve said?
I… have already… reformed… huh? Have I already reformed?”
After interpreting, Professor Gran was stunned and turned to Professor Plon:
“That Mu’en Campbell said he has already reformed.”
“Reformed?”
Upon hearing this, Professor Plon instantly scoffed:
“You actually believe such an obvious lie from a toad trying to transform into a swan?
If he Mu’en Campbell really could reform and study well from now on, I, I will…”
Professor Plon looked around, suddenly slammed his desk, and declared loudly:
“I’ll eat this desk!”
