As the professors continued to enter the auditorium, Aini's sleek new hairstyle soon became the focus of the audience.
After swallowing the steak in his mouth, he faced the strange and probing glances from around him and showed a bright smile as if nothing had happened.
Well, that’s right, I’m not embarrassed, I’m not embarrassed at all.
A whole day of magical accidents failed to cause any substantial damage to him. The electric current from the explosion was like a crazy wolf dog, chewing Aini's originally smooth hair into a mess.
No matter what, a bald head looked more pleasing to the eye than a large area of bald spots, so Aini had no choice but to do something cruel to her hair.
After finally waiting for the old principal to finish his meal, Ani stroked the corners of his stiff lips and quickly followed Dumbledore's footsteps.
"Maybe I forgot to tell you, wizards generally don't choose to use lightning to fight, they are too difficult to control."
The two sat down on the sofa in the principal's office. Dumbledore looked at Ani's bright bald head and smiled.
"Thanks for the reminder, but I'd be more grateful if you could put a more serious smile on your face."
Ani glanced at Dumbledore angrily, this disrespectful old man was very bad.
"Sorry, but please forgive an old man for his rare joy."
Dumbledore was still smiling. Even though Ani himself wanted to enjoy his new life and youth as much as he wanted, and his daily behavior did not look like an old guy who had lived through two lifetimes, after all, he had memories of his previous life and was dealing with many things. There is no impetuousness of young people at the time, and he looks a bit mature.
Dumbledore hoped that his successor would be an excellent person, and Ani perfectly met his standards in terms of strength, character, and the way he handled things.
Dumbledore also hopes that every child in the school can enjoy a life of his own, and Ani, a teenager, has done many things that should be the responsibility of a man who is more than a hundred years old.
The young man's maturity even made the old principal feel a little guilty. After all, it was his suggestion to let Ernie come to teach at Hogwarts. Dumbledore was very happy with the other person's growth, but he thought it was himself who made him lose his will. The days of youth.
So when Aini occasionally behaved childishly, the old principal was always very happy.
"Don't worry, you still have a long way to go. I didn't expect you to cross that boundary so quickly. Actually..."
Dumbledore pondered, seeming to consider his next words.
"Ani, what do you think the curse is?"
"The contract, the curse is the contract between the wizard and the world."
When the old principal asked the question, Aini was considering whether to mail himself a wig, and he gave the answer without thinking.
Then something clicked in his mind. The two had discussed this topic before, and what Dumbledore wanted now must not be his last answer.
Sure enough, the white wizard immediately gave a new answer.
"In a two-way contract, both parties should have sacrifices and gains. Modern spells do not consume magic power. As long as the mental fatigue can be overcome, the wizard can continue to cast spells until he faints. Even then, the energy he controls is still abundant.
It seems that the world has been giving without expecting anything in return, as if a single contract was signed, and the wizard is the one who enjoys the benefits. "
Dumbledore's tone was very calm, but it drew all of Aini's thoughts into his thoughts.
"Do you know about Tire fluorescent grass?"
While Aini was meditating, the old principal suddenly asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with before.
"The Tire fluorescent grass is native to the Manchak Swamp in Louisiana, USA. It can absorb alien magic. The living plant has weak intelligence and is amazingly effective in curing damage caused by black magic and potions. However, it has become extinct due to man-made destruction."
As a potion master, he naturally knows this legendary material by heart. Tire fluorescent grass is highly dependent on the environment and cannot be transplanted.
In those days, many people who were injured by black magic and could not be cured would venture into the depths of the Manchak Swamp in search of Tire fluorescent grass, for which alien energy was a special nutrient.
Once found, just add
If the injured area is close to the root system of Tire fluorescent grass, it will feast on the delicious meal delivered to your door.
Those little guys saved many people, but brought disaster to themselves, and were maliciously destroyed in an era when black magic was rampant.
Aini sighed regretfully, and his eyes lit up!
"What you mean is that it's just like how people who have been harmed by black magic treat Tire fluorescent grass. When the latter enjoys a delicious meal, they only regard it as a free gift from the other party, so they are very close to them.
So when we use magic spells, the world will also get what it wants, but what we think of as 'giving' is exactly what we gain!"
"Perfect reasoning. Peepers from the outside world are expanding their influence here all the time. As aborigines, when the world provides us with magic power, we will also wash away the alien atmosphere from the magic power, making Blue Star more pure.
Magic spells can also be regarded as a means of self-purification for Blue Star, so it is not difficult to create new magic spells in the early stages, and every great wizard can do it. We only need to build a spell model and recite the incantation, and there will be an inexplicable will guiding us to connect the two. "
Ani listened carefully to the principal's narration. There were also obscure hints in some ancient books, but they were not as intuitive as Dumbledore's words.
"Albus, I'm going very smoothly with the magic shaping, but I've been stuck on the last step all day, unable to connect the spell effect to the spell at all."
As he spoke, Aini constructed the prototype of the previous spell in his hand.
"Hey, be careful!"
"Don't build spell models here!"
"Do you want to blow up us old guys?!"
Before Dumbledore could express his opinion, the portrait on the wall started shouting.
Several former principals stared at Aini angrily, very dissatisfied with this reckless brat.
There were still some who were indifferent, minding their own business, and a few old-school wizards looked at the thunder and lightning jumping on their fingertips with great interest, seeming to appreciate the young and promising juniors in front of them very much.
"Ah, sorry."
Aini Haoran smiled and quickly dispersed the thunder in his palm.
"Nice spell, your growth rate once again exceeded my expectations."
Dumbledore clapped softly, turned around and pulled out a purple magic book from the shelf. The book floated towards Aini as soon as it was spread out in his palm.
"11 Strange Curses" is a book made of parchment. The cover is very worn. Most of the signatures can no longer be distinguished, and only Blake's words can be barely seen.
"There is a spell inside that is very similar to the spell you just constructed. If there are similar spells, unless the latter has obvious optimization in effect, it will be difficult to be recognized by the rules.
Magic strength, spell casting time, spell casting difficulty, mental burden, and magic power consumption are the criteria for determining rules. "
Aini opened the seventh page of the spell book according to the catalog. The spell above was strikingly different from the model he built.
