Heni held the textbook and patiently explained to Professor Delin:
"This is behavior allowed by Professor Victor."
"Professor Victor is not here, so he asked me to teach for him."
However, what he got in return was scornful laughter.
"You are just a teaching assistant. You have not even crossed the threshold of a first-level mage. How good can you be in teaching?"
"And you still teach the best class in the academy. Do you know what a difficult task it is?"
"If students' performance declines, can you shoulder this responsibility?"
Most of the main students in the Royal Academy of Magic are from the nobility, especially the most talented class, which has very few civilian students.
To Devin, having someone like Hernie, who was not even considered a civilian, teaching this class was as funny as a beggar telling the emperor how delicious the steamed buns were.
Professor Devon twisted his fat body. Just these few steps and a few words made him feel a little tired.
He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stuffed it back into his pocket.
When Henie saw Professor Devon like this, she couldn't help but give way.
Instead, Professor Devon continued:
"Class 1 should have the best teacher resources, and you are going to give them magic classes? Refugees who are not even civilians, what qualifications do they have to teach!"
"I see that you are still the same as before, get out of the academy in despair! Don't let me see you again!"
The more Delin talked, the more excited he became, and he started to spit.
Fortunately, Hernie stood far enough away that the saliva didn't fall on her.
Heni couldn't help but retorted: "This is Professor Victor's course. The professor is not in the college now. As a teaching assistant, I am naturally obliged to prepare the course for the professor. Do you have any questions?"
As soon as Devin heard Hernie mention Victor's name several times, his face suddenly darkened, he looked at her coldly and said:
"You kid knows a lot."
"But please don't mention that bastard Victor in front of me."
Hernie's face turned red, her heart was beating loudly, and there seemed to be sparks flashing in her eyes:
"Professor Devin! You are insulting Mr. Victor!"
"Professor Victor is the youngest third-level mage in the academy! He is very knowledgeable. Why do you say that about him?"
"Why should I say that to him?"
Professor Devin's voice suddenly rose a little higher, and he said sarcastically:
"You'd better find out what he did after being away for so many days before you talk to me!"
As he spoke, he threw out a magic stone.
The magic stone stopped in mid-air, turned around, and slowly lit up, and a picture appeared in front of the two people.
In the picture, the volcano is moving and is about to erupt. Countless mages are standing on the mountainside, preparing to activate war magic. The volcano suddenly shakes, as if a magical beast is about to become angry.
A violent white light suddenly lit up, filling the entire screen.
After that, the magic stone lost its luster and fell to the ground, and Gulu Gulu rolled to the feet of Professor Devin.
Professor Devon moved away, saw the magic stone at his feet, and picked it up again.
He asked Hernie sarcastically: "What did you see?"
Heni was very confused. She knew about the large number of mages leaving the royal capital some time ago, but regarding the volcanic eruption, a little person like her naturally had no chance of contacting it.
So she naturally didn't know the turmoil in the capital in recent days.
At the moment, Professor German gave an explanation:
"Volcanoes don't erupt naturally!"
"But someone did it deliberately!"
Heni's body trembled slightly when she heard this.
"You want to know who it is?"
Looking at Professor Devon's cold gaze, Heni had some guesses in her mind, but she immediately rejected the idea.
Delin caught her hesitation and sarcastically said:
"That's right, it's the noble Professor Victor you call him!"
"It was he who provoked the natural disaster and caused the volcano to erupt. Therefore, he paid the price for his actions. He died in the volcano!"
Hearing this, Heni shook her head and hurriedly retorted:
"Impossible! How could the professor do such a thing?"
"How could he die in a volcano if he was so powerful!"
Professor Devin shook his head disdainfully and continued:
"The refugee was indeed a refugee, and he almost caused an unstoppable disaster."
"But what about you? You actually care about whether he is dead or not in the first place?"
"Garbage is indeed garbage! It should stay in the garbage dump instead of coming to the magic academy to affect the environment!"
Hernie's eyes were dull. She stood there and kept saying the words 'impossible'.
Devin shook his head, completely ignoring Hernie's horror, and continued:
"This is a fact recognized by all mages."
"It won't be long before the Emperor will pronounce Victor guilty."
Heni suddenly realized that the Professor Devin in front of her was one of the few second-level mages who had not left some time ago.
So he didn't see it with his own eyes.
She asked with a trembling voice:
"So you didn't actually see Professor Victor die, right?"
"So what? The crime he committed cannot be made up for! Even if he is not dead, he has no face to continue to stay in the royal capital!"
Professor Devin couldn't help but get excited when he thought about Victor's consequences. He was sweating all over his body and his thin clothes were soaked.
"Oh, I will apply to the dean. Tomorrow, Victor's courses will be handed over to me."
"As for you, pack your things early and get out of the academy!"
Professor Devon was like a proud rooster, looking up and scorning Hernie, and left in a swaggering manner.
Heni was left standing quietly at the corner holding a book.
Her brain was confused and she could only subconsciously walk towards the class.
Just after entering class one, the originally noisy voices also became quiet.
The students saw the familiar Assistant Professor Heni, and no one reacted too much.
These days, when Professor Victor left, Assistant Professor Heni's teaching ability had been generally recognized by all students.
But there seems to be something wrong with today's assistant coach.
The usual ease and cordiality were gone, replaced by absent-mindedness and a scowl.
Heni walked up to the podium heavily and placed the thick book on the podium.
Her eyes scanned the students below, looking specifically at the seat at the front.
There was Erica's place, and at this moment, it was empty.
Like Professor Victor, Erica has not been to the school for a long time since the mages left the capital.
The two disappeared together as if they had agreed, leaving Heni with no one to talk to.
She desperately wanted to know the truth of the matter, including whether Victor was really dead.
But Erica wasn't there, and she didn't have any sources.
So Heni could only start her lecture with a forced smile.
In any case, these students' courses cannot be left behind.
"Okay, this class we are going to talk about is "About the Composition of Traditional Magic Patterns of the Empire"..."
Soon, Heni got into the mood again, and the students in the audience listened attentively.
Everything seemed so smooth.
Halfway through the class, Hernie was reading literature when she suddenly froze.
The contents of the book were covered by a line of black text, which seemed to be alive and crawling on the page.
Hernie was startled and the book hit the podium hard.
The black text kept extending its tentacles and spreading around, as if it would wrap around Heni's body in the next second.
The words scattered on the book gradually became manic, crazily craving for something.
The text remains unchanged——
'Do you want power? '
Heni couldn't bear it anymore. She suddenly slapped the desk and shouted angrily:
"I do not need!"
At this moment, there was silence in the classroom, and the students were all stunned. They didn't know what kind of stimulation Assistant Heni had received, and why she suddenly became so excited.
After venting her anger, Heni finally realized what she was doing. She could only lower her head, bow to the students and say sorry.
Then he picked up the book and finished the lesson absentmindedly.
After the bell rang, Heni didn't even announce the end of get out of class and rushed out the door immediately holding her books.
Walking on the road, Hernie lowered her head and said nothing.
She felt that many people around her were staring at her, which made her feel a little bored.
Heni suddenly looked back. The passers-by around her were either hurriedly walking, looking down at books, or telling jokes in pairs. No one was staring at her.
Perhaps Professor Devin's words today affected her mentality.
Hernie tried very hard to control herself not to think about Victor. Until now, she still hoped that Professor Victor was not dead.
The only person who cares about her in this college is Victor.
"stop."
A cold and proud voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Hernie shuddered and turned around.
What she saw was Professor Devon.
Professor Devon held a piece of contract in front of Heni's face with an arrogant look.
Hermione picked it up and looked at it, unable to believe it.
What is written clearly above is:
'Since Professor Victor has been unable to return to the college for a long time, the next class of classes will be taken over by Professor Devin. '
Seeing this, Hernie's body trembled slightly and her face became much pale. She looked at Professor Devin in disbelief.
The German professor in front of him looked at Hernie with a successful look on his face and said:
"As a professor, I have the right to fire an assistant like you who is not even a mage."
"Starting from tomorrow, you don't have to come to the academy anymore!"
The book in Henie's hand suddenly burst into flames, like a poisonous snake, eating away at it crazily.
No matter how hard Henie fought, the burning pain in her hands could not be extinguished.
She was so anxious that she was about to cry, and her voice sounded like she was crying:
"No! No!"
But the flame of magic is not so easy to extinguish.
In the end, Hernie, who resisted to no avail, knelt on the ground in grief. She was covered in dust, and the book filled with her knowledge was reduced to ashes.
That was her only hard work, her knowledge, and her dream.
They were all burned up in the flames.
More and more people gathered on the roadside, but no one came forward to comfort him.
No one would care about a little assistant, especially one with a gray face like her.
Professor Devon humiliated her in public and left with satisfaction.
From beginning to end, he never put Heni in his eyes.
This is the hostility others have towards Victor.
After Hernie became Victor's assistant, they transferred their hostility towards Victor to Hernie.
Even if she is just an innocent teaching assistant.
In the eyes of others, Heni is an obvious punching bag.
When these people bullied her, they had no psychological burden at all.
At this time, those black words rose up again from the ground, as if possessed by a demon, and they were dark and deep.
The difference from before is that they become more violent, more twisted, and more torn apart.
Like an ominous messenger, he appeared in front of Heni again.
'Do you want power? '
This time, Hernie's answer was:
"I want power, if I can, I want to have power..."
She hated her own incompetence and weakness.
It was him who held Professor Victor back.
She didn't want to go on like this anymore.
After Heni answered, the black text stopped moving as if frozen, and dissipated like a gust of wind.
So Hernie waited.
She hoped that a power would suddenly come to her.
She wishes she would no longer be so easily bullied by others.
She hopes that she can help Professor Victor better and help people who care about her.
Finally, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
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"Haha! Look, she really believes it!"
"I know it, just like Professor Devon said. If a waste like her with no talent sees a shortcut to becoming stronger, she will definitely believe it!"
"Those who try to get something for nothing only think about whether they can become stronger every day. But they don't even put in the slightest effort!"
The sound of ridicule sounded from all around, and several students jumped out of the grass, holding their stomachs and laughing in front of Heni.
The laughter was like a sharp knife of ridicule that pierced Henie's internal organs. Unspeakable grievances surged into her throat, and she couldn't say a word.
Hermione lowered her head and buried her face in her robe.
'Don't cry...'
Passers-by watched and laughed mockingly.
It's like being cut with a knife again and again.
She couldn't feel the pain, but it felt like her heart was bleeding.
'Don't cry, Hernie! Don't cry! '
The tears he had been holding back could no longer be suppressed.
Tears were like pearls, pitter-patter falling on the ground.
It poured on the ashes and stained the robe.
High-pitched, hoarse cries echoed along the roadside.
It was as if he wanted to completely cut off the ruthless ridicule and indifferent contempt.
