Is the final exam of the Principles of Witchcraft class a occult drawing card?
Despite the teacher's explanation, the classroom was still extremely lively. Arguments, helplessness, doubts and voices of disbelief arose one after another.
What a novel assessment method. Russell in the audience was also very surprised, but felt that it seemed very logical. This reminded him of the admissions exam in his dream.
Could it be that the admissions exam was also designed by Teacher Opal?
"Teacher Opal, drawing cards is related to fate and causality. Will this be too biased towards students in the astrology and numerology department?"
Nanami, a girl with smooth short hair, raised her hand and asked. The black iron badge on her chest was a wooden stake inserted in the soil, which showed her professionalism.
Professor Opal smiled and replied:
"Don't worry, the first-year professional core course in the Department of Astrology and Numerology is 'prediction' and has no ability to influence destiny.
"Besides, you are still young, and there is no need to pursue promotion to the second grade this year. At worst, we can wait until next year's witchcraft principles class."
Bai was also a little dissatisfied and complained to the Wolf Spider next to him, "What kind of exam is this? It's too ridiculous." However, he still raised his hand and asked:
"Can you tell me which card drawing game it is? Teacher."
Opal shook her hand:
“I will only announce the name of the game when the final exam is about to begin, so as to avoid students making targeted preparations in advance.
"What you can do is to increase your knowledge of witchcraft principles as much as possible during this school year to discover those that have not changed since ancient times and are used by everyone from Druid priests to modern video game players. Universal witchcraft knowledge.”
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School is over at noon.
The students began to disperse. Some had left the classroom, while others were still crowded in the classroom. The classroom was in a mess, with noisy discussions all around.
"Russell, this final exam question is the end of the world for me as an African!" Subway walked through the crowded crowd, came to Russell, and whispered his clever idea into his ear:
"Let's see if it's possible to find a way in advance to find out the name of the card-drawing mobile game that will be used for the final assessment, and then download it. Make more guarantees, and bring the water level up to only 10 rounds left from the guarantee. This way If you send 10 times in a row, you will definitely be able to withdraw money!”
Russell waved his hand:
"This should be considered cheating. I don't think it is necessary. And I suspect that the teacher will not allow us to use numbers that have been placed in the pool in advance."
"Who knows, I should give it a try anyway... Doubtful? Russell, where are you going?" Before Subway could finish speaking, he saw Russell stand up in a hurry, shake himself off, and walk through the crowd towards Teacher Opal.
"Professor Opal, I have something important to tell you." Russell walked up to Opal.
"What's wrong? Classmate Russell?" Opal still looked sunny and smiling.
"Professor." Russell lowered his voice and quietly pointed his finger at the tentacle monster that was already mixed in the crowd.
"That classmate Clara who was sitting in front of me just now and is now in the crowd. In my eyes, it is a polymer of tentacles and eyeballs."
The smile on Opal's lips disappeared, and her expression suddenly became serious.
This was the first time Russell had seen the professor look so serious.
Opal traced several mysterious symbols in the air with his fingertips, and the noisy surroundings seemed to quiet down, as if they had used some method to isolate the sounds.
He looked closely into Russell's eyes and asked sternly:
"The people around you can't hear what you and I are saying now. Russell, let me confirm again, are you sure that the classmate Clara you saw is not a human being, but a tentacle monster?"
"I'm sure!" Russell responded affirmatively.
"I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it." Opal's face looked much uglier and turned slightly pale.
If anyone paid attention to Professor Opal's face at this time, I'm afraid they would realize that the situation is very serious!
"Don't tell this matter. Once other students know that the girl next to them is actually a monster, it will definitely cause widespread panic and make the situation develop in a very bad direction. Do you understand, Russell?" Opal? explained.
"No problem, Professor! I won't tell anyone." Russell promised.
He asked Professor Opal again: "Excuse me, Professor, do you know what kind of creature that tentacle monster everyone calls Clara is?"
"The Old Ones." Opal spoke out this ancient word quietly.
"The ones in Howard Philip Lovecraft's novels?" Russell raised his eyebrows.
