One week later.

Serpentis Academy.

The cloudy sky was like an invisible curtain, weighing heavily over Serpentis College.

Large gray clouds shrouded the surroundings of the college. The clouds and fog accumulated layer by layer, and no sunlight penetrated.

Occasionally, a faint electric light will flash deep in the clouds, indicating some uneasy omen.

The entire academy seemed to be shrouded in the palm of darkness, with a depressing atmosphere permeating every inch of the air, and an indescribable chill.

The wind whistled between the high towers and stone walls of the college, lingering in my ears like a whisper or some kind of warning.

There is a dull atmosphere in the air of the fourth grade classroom. The sky outside the window is as gloomy as iron. The dim light barely shines into the classroom through the heavy curtains, which seems to cast a dark color on everyone's mood.

Camille Schiffany, her Deer Academy classmates, and other fourth-year students from Serpentis College were sitting at old wooden desks, notebooks spread out in front of them, but no one was really paying attention to the podium.

content.

The old craftsman was standing on the podium, explaining with a serious face the dangerous attributes of the threatening creature "Snake of Heaven's Lock". It was a chilling creature that was said to be able to instantly lock onto the magic power fluctuations of its prey and devour them.

The old craftsman on the podium vividly described the hunting method of the Sky-Locked Snake, trying to attract the students' attention.

However, Camille noticed that most of the students in the class wrote the same formula on the paper with the pens in their hands - [N=(P?(M E))/C]

This seemingly boring formula flows out from the tip of the pen. The handwriting is scattered and the strokes are vigorous. Some are even drawn repeatedly, embedded in every piece of paper like some kind of symbol.

Camille looked down at the repeated letters and numbers in his notebook, but his thoughts had already left the podium.

She felt that this simple mathematical formula was like an invisible crack. Behind the crack was some kind of secret that could not be ignored. It was spreading silently from every corner of the academy.

It was a silent force, like a forming storm. This storm did not have any roar or roar, but was full of irreparable power.

Formulas, numbers, and symbols are brewing and fermenting in a new atmosphere, and an unstoppable flame is burning.

The shocking views revealed by this formula shocked many spellcasters to discover that the purpose of learning magic was to improve themselves, but instead they were regarded as a source of energy by the deep network.

This theory subverted the caster's trust in the ley line and also aroused initial suspicion of the Auror family.

Some civilian wizards realize that perhaps they have never truly mastered magic, but are instead the "source of magic power" used by their families, and gradually develop a fear of being deprived of it.

During the discussions at the Magic Research Association, the young magic researchers discussed the formulas very enthusiastically, and the formulas were analyzed repeatedly. Some emerging schools even tried to verify their accuracy through actual magic casting experiments.

Outside the campus, this new student’s doubts have silently affected more people.

The private conversations among the wizard mentors became heavy and hesitant, and the doubts of the young wizards began to make them realize that this was an unprecedented impact.

Not only within the academy, but also wizards and civilian mages in the city quietly gathered in the shadows of taverns and markets, whispering about the news of this "node number formula".

The whispers in the corner of the tavern, the brief discussions between wandering mages on the streets, and even the vendors selling magic tools in the market began to doubt the true intentions of those families.

This kind of doubt penetrates into the heart of every wizard, shaking their belief in the magic network and their own magic power.

Jingle bell——

The bell rang leisurely, like a symbol of liberation that had penetrated into the students' bones, breaking the oppressive atmosphere in the lecture hall.

The old craftsman standing in front of the lecture hall was explaining complex black magic defense techniques with great enthusiasm. Facing the students with their heads lowered and absent-mindedly in the audience, he couldn't help but sigh and paused.

After a while, he assigned the optional homework in a helpless tone and announced that get out of class was over.

The students could no longer hold themselves back and immediately scattered away, clutching textbooks in their hands, rushing towards the exit of the lecture hall in twos and threes, and eagerly walked out of the classroom.

Camille and the Luyuan student group were sitting in the audience and stood up together with the others.

As soon as Camille stepped out of the door, she felt someone poke her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw Ushas frowning slightly and whispering to her side:

"Something's wrong, look."

She quietly pointed to the end of the corridor, where students from Serpentis College were flocking to the common area of ​​the college, and the atmosphere was strange and solemn.

Camille looked in the direction of Ushas's finger and noticed something was wrong. She felt that the air in the entire academy was slightly depressed.

"Come on, let's go over and take a look."

Without hesitation, she took out the Moon Shadow Snake wand and nodded to signal the other Deer Academy students to follow.

Everyone carefully followed the flow of people through the winding corridors and approached the public area.

As expected, what caught their eyes was that the students of Serpentis College were divided into two groups in the public area, and the entire atmosphere was filled with strong confrontation and hostility.

Camille scanned the crowd and immediately recognized the two figures facing each other in front of the crowd.

An arrogant wizard wearing a gorgeous red robe. He was surrounded by densely packed students of the Serpent Sect. His powerful aura made it easy to identify him at a glance.

Lukas Kellasel, the grade-level prefect of the Serpent Faction, is a descendant of the Kellasel family.

Opposite him was a wizard who was obviously plainly dressed, even a little shabby.

There were many students from the mysterious Scales sect gathered around him, as well as students from the Venomous Fang sect and the Venom sect. They were obviously a group of civilian wizards.

This person is none other than Sadric Weasley, the prefect of the entire year of the mysterious Scales sect.

Although he did not have the support of a mixed-blood or Auror family, his firm eyes and resolute expression still made him the center of the students around him.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Camille and the Luyuan student group watched the confrontation in front of them with bated breath, feeling nervous in their hearts.

Ushas whispered: "It seems that the conflict between the giant snake sect and the mysterious scale sect has really broken out."

Camille frowned and clenched the wand in her hand.

"The terror is not limited to these two factions, the entire Naga Ring will be turned upside down."

As a top student, Kamil knows the impact of the node formula better than the neurotic Ursas.

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Within public areas.

The thick air is filled with tension and opposition.

As soon as Kamil and the Luyuan student group squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, they saw a heated argument breaking out.

The red-robed wizard Lucas Kellasel stood aside, with undisguised contempt in his eyes, arms folded in front of his chest, and he glanced arrogantly at the surrounding mysterious Scales sect students.

Opposite him, the plainly dressed Sadric Weasley was glaring at Lucas, surrounded by a large number of students supporting him, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

Lucas slowly raised his hand, seemingly disdainful of looking at Sadric, with a sneer on his face:

"What kind of 'node burden' are you still advocating? It's ridiculous. It's just nonsense made up by you mudbloods."

He looked around slowly and contemptuously, like a superior judge looking at a group of ignorant people.

"You half-bloods, Muggle-born, who can't even control magic, want to challenge the sanctity of our bloodline? Weasley, do you know what magical naturalism is? Or do you just hear a few rumors and think you can give some advice?

Do you know the secret of the magic net?"

The so-called natural law of magic means that the construction of the magic network is derived from the mysterious magic balance. The energy of all spellcasters is "naturally absorbed" and is not manipulated by a specific group.

People headed by the Kailasel family further promoted the "natural theory of magic", claiming that the magic network is a common magic network for the entire plane, and the magic contribution of all spellcasters is a "sacred duty".

[Any behavior that questions the burden of nodes is a betrayal of magic!!!]

Sadric's face turned red and he stood up straight angrily, his voice full of determination and anger:

"Is the theory of magical nature you speak of true?"

"Don't fool yourself and others! What we need is real data, extraordinary, derived from real spirituality and intelligence."

"The formula theory is established, the formula data is established, and the formula derivation is established - the 'node burden' is real - every ordinary spellcaster is paying the price for your deep magic network."

Lucas snorted coldly, shook his head slightly, with full disdain in his eyes, and replied coldly:

"so what?"

"So what if it's true, Weasley, we maintain the order of the Magic Network and protect the laws of this world - magic should be controlled by Aurors. This is the truth that history has taught us.

The Mudblood just got the tiniest magical authority, what right do you have to complain?"

Not to be outdone, Sadric took a step forward, looked directly at Lucas, and said in a low but powerful voice:

"That's why we have to reveal the truth. Your distinction between the surface magic network and the deep magic network is just a lie to maintain family authority through exploitation. The burden of the nodes makes us your 'magic supplier'. This kind of exploitation

Contributing the mana of ordinary spellcasters to your deep network, do you dare to say that this is not a robbery of our rights?"

A flash of anger flashed in Lucas's eyes, and his tone became colder. He stepped forward step by step, with contempt in his eyes, mocking Sadric's ignorance:

"Plunder? That's the natural law of the magic system! It's better to waste magic power on you Mudbloods than let our Kailasel family use it more rationally! The 'node burden' is just the fantasy of you low-level spellcasters. Really understand

People with magic will understand that magic belongs to Aurors and should not be wasted on lowly blood!"

Listening to Lucas's arrogant remarks, the surrounding mysterious Scales students showed anger in their eyes, while the Serpent students who supported Lucas smiled in agreement.

The scene became increasingly tense.

Faced with the Mudblood's further provocation, Lucas' expression suddenly changed. Looking at Weasley, the murderous intent in his eyes was no longer concealed, making the air around him feel as heavy as being frozen.

"Mudblood, you forced me to do this - it seems that you have forgotten the meaning of Nivahban's existence!"

His hand suddenly took out the wand from his robe, with a sharp look in his eyes, he raised his hand and pointed it at Weasley, and coldly shouted in Parseltongue:

"Elemental Surge!"
To be continued...