Chapter 198 198. Lesson 2 Milton's troubles
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 198 198. Milton's troubles in the second class
Early the next morning, Scott came to Helena's study again to start Professor Ravenclaw's second class.
The day before, Ravenclaw gave a high-level introduction to the development of magic. The new course is to teach Scott to understand the modern magic system from a holistic perspective.
It's hard to believe that Ravenclaw, who lived more than 1000 years ago, knows everything about modern magic.
You know, she saved her consciousness in the portrait in a special state, and she only fully woke up the moment Helena pushed open the study door.
But within a short period of time, the founder of the academy, the well-known legendary wizard, has spread his knowledge across thousands of years at an appalling speed, and updated his magical portrait.
Although legendary wizards who have gone far enough on the road of magic and stand better can understand all knowledge by analogy, this speed still makes Scott feel unreasonable.
What kind of learning rate is this?
What kind of magical method is this?
Is there a special learning method, similar to the enlightenment in the novel?
If so, can I learn it?
And... for legendary wizards like the four founders, is their so-called death a real death?
It always felt like if they didn't want to die, there was really a way to not die completely.
Scott began to think wildly and falteringly in class.
So he was severely criticized by Professor Ravenclaw.
She seemed to see through his thoughts, and warned him to do what he was at any stage.
"The children of Ravenclaw are active in thinking, but they are also easy to be ambitious. I hope you understand that anyone who walks the road is walking step by step."
Scott quickly tightened his mind obediently.
He knew how rare it was to have a professor like Ravenclaw come and teach in person.
He has been lucky enough.
Near noon, this systematic analysis course on modern magic came to an end.
Scott once again lamented that Professor Ravenclaw is the best teacher he has ever met, no one can compare to him!
Being able to condense complicated knowledge into just one morning and teach it, with clear organization, concise language, and full of dry goods, such a foundation makes people have to admire.
Before leaving, Scott had a whim and chatted with Ravenclaw about Savannah he had met the day before.
The girl's magical power was so strange that he was always curious about it.
"Is that so?"
Ravenclaw nodded after listening to Scott's story.
"Of course I know what's going on."
Scott looked at her curiously.
"That girl practiced ancient magic." Ravenclaw said, "This ancient magic originated from the ancient Druidism of the Celts. I didn't expect it to still be passed down today."
"I see!" Scott was not too surprised.
Before that, he already had some conjectures.
Still, he had doubts.
"Professor, how did such pure magic power come from? Is it not suitable for casting many spells?"
"That belongs to the heritage of druids. They advocate communication with nature. The more powerful druids are, the purer their magic power will be."
Ravenclaw said in a tone of reminiscence.
"As far as I know, the specific practice method is very cumbersome and needs to be cultivated from an early age. You know it is meaningless."
She looks at Scott.
"As for the second question, yes, Druids have their own spellcasting system. Although they can cast all the spells, the effect will be greatly reduced."
Scott wanted to ask again, about the detailed information on the druid's spellcasting system, but Ravenclaw waved his hand directly.
"It's time for you to leave, child. I will cover this knowledge in the following lessons."
Scott immediately swallowed the question he wanted to ask again.
Bowing to the Ravenclaw portrait, he left the Room of Requirement.
By the time Scott arrived in the auditorium, lunch had already begun.
He looked at Ravenclaw's long table and sat down at random.
Halfway through lunch, Milton, who was late, sat next to Scott.
Scott didn't notice at first, but he soon realized that there was something wrong with the roommate's mood.
"What's the matter with you?" He turned around and asked.
Milton's eyes were red, and he shook his head silently, just stuffing food into his mouth mechanically.
Scott frowned, knowing that something must have happened.
You know, Milton hasn't shown this sentimental look for a long time.
After lunch, Scott offered to propose, "Would you like to go to the Black Lake for a walk?"
Milton nodded.
The two left the auditorium and walked slowly to the edge of the empty black lake.
All the way, Milton kept silent.
Scott squatted down, picked up a few rocks and began to swim.
He didn't take the initiative to ask Milton.
He knew that Milton would speak if he wanted to.
If you don't want to talk, just relax with him.
Milton stood quietly on the shore, watching Scott drift.
After a while, he sat down on a stone beside him.
"I got the letter, Dad is getting married." He said softly.
"Uh……"
Scott was stunned by his sloppy movements.
this problem……
He really didn't know what to say.
"Before that, I always excused him unconsciously. I thought maybe Dad just lost himself for a while."
Milton said mockingly.
"I fantasize that after he wakes up, he will get his mother back, and our family can be the same as before."
Scott sighed silently and sat down on another rock.
It's hard for anyone to say anything about such a problem.
Not even Milton could stop his father from remarrying.
And to be honest, Scott always had a "finally here" feeling about it.
Milton said softly: "I have been thinking about how my father felt when he insisted on marrying his mother despite his grandfather's objections. When our family was excluded in his grandfather's house, he also vowed that he would never marry me." Won't regret it..."
Having said this, his tone choked up.
"It's so disappointing!" he cried, "I couldn't even stick to the choice I insisted on!"
Scott reached out and patted his shoulder.
So far, saying these can only be venting emotions.
"Think about the good, Milton." Scott could only say from another angle, "At least your mother has escaped from the vortex of involuntary control and is free."
Milton nodded vigorously, "Fortunately, she has already left. I hope she will never come back again. I hope she can realize her dream when she was young..."
Scott withdrew his hand and asked Milton again, "Do you know who Mr. Graves' new marriage partner is?"
"Yes," said Milton. "I told you. They've been together for some time. A pure-blood widow. People call her Madame Zabini."
"what?"
Scott's eyes widened, and the stone in his hand fell to the ground.
(End of this chapter)
Early the next morning, Scott came to Helena's study again to start Professor Ravenclaw's second class.
The day before, Ravenclaw gave a high-level introduction to the development of magic. The new course is to teach Scott to understand the modern magic system from a holistic perspective.
It's hard to believe that Ravenclaw, who lived more than 1000 years ago, knows everything about modern magic.
You know, she saved her consciousness in the portrait in a special state, and she only fully woke up the moment Helena pushed open the study door.
But within a short period of time, the founder of the academy, the well-known legendary wizard, has spread his knowledge across thousands of years at an appalling speed, and updated his magical portrait.
Although legendary wizards who have gone far enough on the road of magic and stand better can understand all knowledge by analogy, this speed still makes Scott feel unreasonable.
What kind of learning rate is this?
What kind of magical method is this?
Is there a special learning method, similar to the enlightenment in the novel?
If so, can I learn it?
And... for legendary wizards like the four founders, is their so-called death a real death?
It always felt like if they didn't want to die, there was really a way to not die completely.
Scott began to think wildly and falteringly in class.
So he was severely criticized by Professor Ravenclaw.
She seemed to see through his thoughts, and warned him to do what he was at any stage.
"The children of Ravenclaw are active in thinking, but they are also easy to be ambitious. I hope you understand that anyone who walks the road is walking step by step."
Scott quickly tightened his mind obediently.
He knew how rare it was to have a professor like Ravenclaw come and teach in person.
He has been lucky enough.
Near noon, this systematic analysis course on modern magic came to an end.
Scott once again lamented that Professor Ravenclaw is the best teacher he has ever met, no one can compare to him!
Being able to condense complicated knowledge into just one morning and teach it, with clear organization, concise language, and full of dry goods, such a foundation makes people have to admire.
Before leaving, Scott had a whim and chatted with Ravenclaw about Savannah he had met the day before.
The girl's magical power was so strange that he was always curious about it.
"Is that so?"
Ravenclaw nodded after listening to Scott's story.
"Of course I know what's going on."
Scott looked at her curiously.
"That girl practiced ancient magic." Ravenclaw said, "This ancient magic originated from the ancient Druidism of the Celts. I didn't expect it to still be passed down today."
"I see!" Scott was not too surprised.
Before that, he already had some conjectures.
Still, he had doubts.
"Professor, how did such pure magic power come from? Is it not suitable for casting many spells?"
"That belongs to the heritage of druids. They advocate communication with nature. The more powerful druids are, the purer their magic power will be."
Ravenclaw said in a tone of reminiscence.
"As far as I know, the specific practice method is very cumbersome and needs to be cultivated from an early age. You know it is meaningless."
She looks at Scott.
"As for the second question, yes, Druids have their own spellcasting system. Although they can cast all the spells, the effect will be greatly reduced."
Scott wanted to ask again, about the detailed information on the druid's spellcasting system, but Ravenclaw waved his hand directly.
"It's time for you to leave, child. I will cover this knowledge in the following lessons."
Scott immediately swallowed the question he wanted to ask again.
Bowing to the Ravenclaw portrait, he left the Room of Requirement.
By the time Scott arrived in the auditorium, lunch had already begun.
He looked at Ravenclaw's long table and sat down at random.
Halfway through lunch, Milton, who was late, sat next to Scott.
Scott didn't notice at first, but he soon realized that there was something wrong with the roommate's mood.
"What's the matter with you?" He turned around and asked.
Milton's eyes were red, and he shook his head silently, just stuffing food into his mouth mechanically.
Scott frowned, knowing that something must have happened.
You know, Milton hasn't shown this sentimental look for a long time.
After lunch, Scott offered to propose, "Would you like to go to the Black Lake for a walk?"
Milton nodded.
The two left the auditorium and walked slowly to the edge of the empty black lake.
All the way, Milton kept silent.
Scott squatted down, picked up a few rocks and began to swim.
He didn't take the initiative to ask Milton.
He knew that Milton would speak if he wanted to.
If you don't want to talk, just relax with him.
Milton stood quietly on the shore, watching Scott drift.
After a while, he sat down on a stone beside him.
"I got the letter, Dad is getting married." He said softly.
"Uh……"
Scott was stunned by his sloppy movements.
this problem……
He really didn't know what to say.
"Before that, I always excused him unconsciously. I thought maybe Dad just lost himself for a while."
Milton said mockingly.
"I fantasize that after he wakes up, he will get his mother back, and our family can be the same as before."
Scott sighed silently and sat down on another rock.
It's hard for anyone to say anything about such a problem.
Not even Milton could stop his father from remarrying.
And to be honest, Scott always had a "finally here" feeling about it.
Milton said softly: "I have been thinking about how my father felt when he insisted on marrying his mother despite his grandfather's objections. When our family was excluded in his grandfather's house, he also vowed that he would never marry me." Won't regret it..."
Having said this, his tone choked up.
"It's so disappointing!" he cried, "I couldn't even stick to the choice I insisted on!"
Scott reached out and patted his shoulder.
So far, saying these can only be venting emotions.
"Think about the good, Milton." Scott could only say from another angle, "At least your mother has escaped from the vortex of involuntary control and is free."
Milton nodded vigorously, "Fortunately, she has already left. I hope she will never come back again. I hope she can realize her dream when she was young..."
Scott withdrew his hand and asked Milton again, "Do you know who Mr. Graves' new marriage partner is?"
"Yes," said Milton. "I told you. They've been together for some time. A pure-blood widow. People call her Madame Zabini."
"what?"
Scott's eyes widened, and the stone in his hand fell to the ground.
(End of this chapter)
