"The 'Confusion Curse' is a magic often used in hunting grounds."
"Together with the 'Binding Spell' and the 'Fatigue Spell', it is known as the hunter's three auxiliary attack spells."
"Unlike the semi-open binding spell, the confusion spell is a closed spell - from this perspective, it is very similar to the fatigue spell."
"This means that wizards only need to know the basic techniques of using it and regulate the flow of their own magic. They do not need to construct precise spells or complex magic script grammar to quickly master it."
Lao Yao stood on the podium and talked.
Under the stage, many students from Astronomy Class 08-1 had their eyes wide open, and their pens were flying like flies, trying to remember every key point mentioned by the professor, for fear of dragging down the class and affecting everyone's relationship with the wizarding world.
A meeting with a beautiful woman.
Even the two bead-necked turtle doves flapping their wings, cooing, and fighting together outside the window could not distract the students.
"Before we analyze the Chaos Spell in detail, let us first review the Binding Spell...Who will demonstrate this spell?"
Everyone in the hall raised their arms in unison.
Lao Yao's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.
"Come on, come on, you're the one who's close." The professor pointed with his pipe at Li Meng, who was sitting in the first row, and said with a smile: "If you faint again today, don't blame me for not letting you see Su."
It’s a chance for a member of parliament…”
When explaining the binding spell for the first time, Li Meng was also asked to demonstrate in public. The professor asked her to use the binding spell to tie up a ferocious gorilla.
But because she breathed incorrectly and didn't recover in time, she was suffocated by the spell and fainted - of course, this was Li Meng's own statement. Zheng Qing strongly suspected that she was fainted by the gorilla.
It's just that he didn't bother to ask the little witch to confirm this guess.
Hearing the professor's teasing remarks, Li Meng wrinkled her nose, snorted, stood up, opened her Bologna-bound Dharma book, and cleared her throat:
"Ahem..."
Zheng Qing carefully leaned back, just in case.
He was pleased to find that there was more than one person around him who had similar thoughts to him.
"Ge Zhi Tan Xi, give to..."
Halfway through the spell, the little witch got stuck.
She looked around hesitantly, obviously not thinking about what to tie yet.
"Blackboard!" Zhang Jixin reminded in a low voice, pointing to the upper edge of the blackboard.
There, a group of elves in gray overalls were watching with interest the young wizard casting spells.
Li Meng grinned and slapped his little hand heavily on his Dharma book: "... Ge Zhi Tan Xi, give to the elves!"
Several tiny vines popped out of nowhere, jumped up to the edge of the blackboard, and tied down an elf.
Zheng Qing couldn't help but frown.
The sudden encounter caught the elves by surprise. They flew up in panic and screamed, like a group of sparrows being stared at by eagles. The captured elves were even more frightened and screamed sharply, behind them.
Its wings flapped hard, trying to break free from the shackles of the vines.
But the power of the spell was ultimately irresistible.
The elf was easily dragged to Li Meng.
"Very good!" Lao Yao didn't seem to care at all about what Li Meng tied up with the binding spell. Instead, he clapped his hands hard and said in an appreciative tone: "It's very good. It's the binding spell... You will definitely be able to see it as you wish today.
An idol."
The little witch raised her head, snorted, and sat down proudly.
"So, who can demonstrate the fatigue spell to everyone?" The professor looked around with searching eyes: "Although this is an extracurricular spell, I remember that little Hilda once gave you some tutoring in the practical class..."
This time, there were many fewer hands raised in the classroom.
And they are basically concentrated in the first few rows. For example, female academic leaders such as Liu Feifei and Jiang Yu, as well as children from aristocratic families such as Downton and Matthew.
Around Zheng Qing, he and Xiao Xiao were the only ones raising their hands - because the young public-funded student was once worried that the young master of the Taylor family would play dirty tricks on him, so he went to Dr. Xiao Da to learn the fatigue spell.
This kind of nip in the bud now makes him very happy.
Although the "disasters" prevented are slightly different, it is always something worth celebrating when it is finally prevented.
Lao Yao finally asked Matthew Cullen to give a demonstration.
"I'm Ma Jingjun!" Matthew opened his hardwood-covered Dharma book and softly recited the incantation.
The little elves that were flying around in panic in mid-air fell down like dumplings under this spell.
The screams became more chaotic and shrill.
"Ge Zhitanxi!" Zheng Qing angrily opened the Dharma book and patted it hard.
Jiang Yu turned around and glanced at him worriedly.
Following the spell cast at public expense, dozens of soft vines protruded from the void, criss-crossed, forming a large net, which spread out under the elves and caught them.
"Very good, very good!!" Lao Yao's applause came from the podium: "Zheng Qing used a concise 'half language' to cast a complete binding spell, and even had enough energy left to make those rattans play a greater role.
...I have to give him a point!”
With a straight face, Zheng Qing directed the vine net and carefully placed the elves on the table.
Li Meng also stuffed the tied elf over under Jiang Yu's guidance.
"I'm so sorry." Jiang Yu looked at him apologetically.
Zheng Qing forced a smile and shook his head.
He knew that this matter had nothing to do with Jiang Yu - or that the disrespectful thing that just happened had nothing to do with Li Meng, Matthew, or even Professor Yao.
The root cause of this episode in the classroom is that the Wizarding Code does not recognize elves as real beings.
In the eyes of most traditional wizards, these elves are no different from a fully automatic crucible or a shorthand quill. They are all tools that facilitate wizards' lives under the influence of magic.
Perhaps the only special thing is that these elves can fly around and understand the meaning of the wizards' words.
But what's the big deal?
In the wizarding world, it's hard to find witches who can shut up, but there are a lot of talking mirrors - does the "Wizard's Code" need to grant citizenship to every 'tool' that can answer questions and talk?
But even so, the young public-funded student still felt a gloomy energy gathering in his chest, which made him upset.
"I think you can go to the campus hospital to see a soul doctor." Xiao Xiao said calmly while taking notes: "Having a sense of attachment to a thing without a soul is a disease and must be treated."
Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows.
He suddenly remembered a friend he had in middle school, a friend who fell in love with virtual characters in computer games.
"When people live in this world, they always have to insist on something." The young public-funded student carefully flattened the wings of the elves, while seriously denying the doctor's point of view just now: "Maybe it is not me who is sick, but the world."
"A very interesting idea." Xiao Xiao finally raised his head and glanced at him.
On the podium, Professor Yao grabbed the chalk and knocked on the blackboard several times, regaining the attention of those in the audience who had just been distracted.
Eight twisted magic words slowly deformed on the blackboard, exuding an annoying aura.
"Through the above two spells, we have further understood the structure of the spell... Now, everyone, open your notebook and write down the spell on the blackboard."
"The spell of the Chaos Curse..."
"The wolf stalks its beard, and the wolf stalks its tail."