While the young wizards of Yusin chat happily in the hall.
Located in the private room on the second floor of Wandering Bar, there are also two older wizards who are known to both young wizards chatting. One of them is naturally the owner of Wandering Bar, the Wandering Wizard; the other is their professor of magic literature, Mr. Monteria.
"Your movements are a little bit out of the plan,"
The wandering wizard stayed behind his own small bar as always, focusing on modulating his golden years. It was not loud, but it was enough in this small box: "The experimental subject was out of control and the laboratory was exposed... In just half a year, the number of laboratories you sealed by the school exceeded the number of previous ten years... Your crows were not expelled from the school for these accidents, and I don't know if it was lucky or unfortunate."
Lucky means that if you conduct illegal experiments during school, you will most likely be slightly protected by the school, unlike the black wizard who entered society, you will be thrown into the black prison by the Trident Sword and Dan Hager.
Most of Professor Monteria's face, sitting on the sofa, was hidden in the shadow of the hood, revealing only a small piece of pale chin, and her voice was as low and rigid as ever: "The experiment has reached a critical stage, and success requires a certain price."
"Hypocritical." The wandering wizard sneered and commented briefly.
The professor raised his head, revealing his tall cheekbones and his gray hair that looked like wire between his forehead. He frowned slightly: "The crows are all adults, knowing what they have chosen... and adulthood means that they should learn to do things they don't want to do for more important things."
"It's so bad for people like this to be someone else's professor. You'll go to hell."
The bar owner curled his lips, took out a glass rod, stirred the liquid in the cup, and made a crisp sound: "As for the 'more important thing', ha, how long hasn't I heard this word... If we all broke the established plans and rules because of such a low excuse as 'need' and were unscrupulous, then the wizard world would have been destroyed by chaos."
Professor Monteria did not hide the surprise in his eyes.
"If a professor or a judge from Danhag said these words in front of me, I can understand." He looked up and down at the old wizard behind the bar and narrowed his eyes slightly: "But you? A notorious black wizard, what qualifications do you have to accuse me of being a qualified professor?... To this day, magic theory has developed, few people have been able to deduce the direction of progress through theory. More often, success is born through 'trial and error'... Sometimes, plans really need a little surprise to stimulate to achieve success."
"Like the Great Sage in the North District, Colma." The wandering wizard thought of an example.
The professor's face disappeared under his hood again and sighed softly: "It's like Colma."
“The people in the town have a very divided view of her.”
The wandering wizard took out the glass stick from the cup, knocked the wall of the cup outside, and watched the star lights burst in the wine, and casually said: "People in the North District liked her very much and admired her, and there was no explanation for this; people in the South District hate her because her North District wizard stole too many jobs from low-level wizards; merchants in the West District felt complicated about her, and they both liked the cheap wizards she provided, and hated her - you know, there were many jobs in the town before that only magicians did; and wizards from the East District, families always felt that she was promoted to a great wizard by luck, luck, and shit..."
“This understanding is extremely superficial.”
Professor Monteria interrupted the wandering wizard's chattering analysis: "It is no exaggeration to say that Colma is one of the smartest students I have ever met. She has a clearer vision than many other wizards, knowing what she wants to do, and knowing how to do it.
When other young people in the First University were playing house on campus, she had already had a group of staunch admirers in the North District and began to wander on the edge of the Code to conduct magic experiments that scared the high-level registered wizards. If one experiment was a little too much, she would have been caught by Dan Hagg in the black prison."
"This is the most criticized thing about the school."
The wandering wizard's lips twisted and made a weird laugh: "Say it is radical, it completely forbids students from contact with any black magic experiments; say it is conservative, leaving the school gate, along the wall, there are illegal laboratories opened by students and professors... I will never believe that the legends in the school cannot see this little dirty under their noses."
"You can understand it as principle, red line, or moderation."
Monteria seems to not like the tone of wandering wizards. She slightly changed her position and said a few words to the school: "If the school is willing to expand its 'law enforcement power', then where is the real boundary to expand? At the edge of the school, you can say that it is close to the school, which makes sense; on the island of Bouji, you can say that it is the private property of the school, which makes sense; wherever the first university students go, you can say that it has jurisdiction over the students, and it makes sense... As long as the arm is stretched out, before the other arm breaks it, its touch and jurisdiction have no boundary... No matter how difficult the truth is to be acceptable, in fact, the school can curb its "nosse" mind, and this cautious self-satisfaction is the fundamental reason why you and I can still live safely on Bouji Island."
"Very accurate judgment."
The wandering wizard was not hesitant to praise his tone, but after a change of tone, he turned around and turned back to the topic they first discussed: "So, do you also agree that 'principles' or 'temperature' is a very important concept?"
This rebuttal caught Professor Monteria off guard.
He was silent immediately.
The wandering wizard did not continue to chase and fight. He raised his wine glass in his hand, tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's interesting to say. Although he has very little dealing with classmates Colma, among the many first-class students I know, I think you two are very similar... Of course, not on the outside - I definitely didn't imply that you are related to her - I mean a certain temperament, or essential similarity."
The professor looked at the bar owner speechlessly:
"That's because we have a similar situation. Just like others, you are very similar to her. We are all poor people struggling to survive on the edge of the wizard world. Every step we take is between the abyss and the cliffs. If you are not careful, you will be crushed to pieces... At that time, it was already a very kind ending to be able to deal with Dan Hagg and be able to go to the black prison."