vncnus Chapter 200 This track has no rivals.
Chapter 200 This track has no rivals.
Chapter 200 This track has no rivals.
On the teacher's platform in the classroom.
Ryan put down his lesson plan, beckoned with his finger, and the wooden box that had been floating beside him opened, from which countless planks flew out and landed precisely in front of each student: "This is a practical lesson."
"Yay!"
One important reason why students were able to quickly accept Ryan's teaching style is that his classes are mostly practical.
No teenager wants to sit quietly in a classroom and memorize texts; they would much rather focus their energy on hands-on projects.
This applies to students in both regular schools and wizarding schools.
Ryan sketched out a large ancient rune in the classroom: "You all recognize it, right?"
"We all recognize this; it represents protection."
"I've memorized it many times in class."
"We've learned both ordinary writing and magical writing!"
"The ancient runes that once protected us exist in many alchemical items; we've seen them many times."
"I can tell that you all have a special skill."
Your task for the first half of the class is to carve this ancient rune onto the wooden boards I just handed out. After the time is up, I will review each of your work.
Those who achieve excellent results will have the opportunity to make requests of me.” Ryan glanced at the time: “Everyone has one hour, let’s get started.”
Upon hearing about the prize for winning, the students were all eager to participate, knowing how tempting it would be to make a request of Ryan.
Someone had previously made a request to Ryan, wanting an alchemical item, with any effect possible.
Thus, this person obtained an extremely powerful alchemical scepter. With magic as its core, it was equipped with a complete set of magic for both offense and defense. As long as magic was injected to activate it, the alchemical scepter could automatically release spells and enter battle. It could be said that if a Niffler used this scepter, it could fight against an ordinary adult wizard.
The student who received the alchemical scepter was so generously rewarded that the originally united and supportive student group instantly fell apart.
Originally, it was a friendly exchange: I helped you, he helped him, and then I helped a third person. The top students said the situation was still under control.
But now the situation is out of control.
The top students, determined to win the reward, exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with a cold light, before burying themselves in their work, racking their brains to make their pieces the best they could be.
Ryan moved among the students, watching to see what surprises they had in store.
They discovered that most of the people they encountered were frightened; damaging the wooden planks was a minor matter, and they were not very good at speaking or writing the magical ancient runes.
However, there are also people who, perhaps because they have maxed out their Dark Magic Mastery talent points, are able to carve ancient runes with a Dark Magic feel into them.
Even after Ryan obtained it and infused it with magic, the wooden plank shattered, unleashing a magical force similar to the Unforgivable Curse—an extreme form of malevolent energy designed to harm others.
"To be honest, you're wasting your talents here. Taking Defense Against the Dark Arts is useless for you; you should go straight to Dark Arts Studies. If you went to Durmstrang, you'd be a shining star."
With the intention of encouraging the children, Ryan kindly pointed out the path to the underworld. He also recommended advanced courses, such as Azkaban and the Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.
He couldn't be sure if the child would accept the suggestion; he only knew that after praising the child, the child proudly lowered his head, burying it deeply under the table, perhaps to hide the joy on his face from the professor's praise.
It's a pity that Seamus Finigan wasn't there, otherwise the two of them would have had a lot in common—Lane read through all the works amidst the constant cracking of the wooden planks.
Then return to the podium and wait for the time to run out.
"Time's up. Everyone stop." He stopped the watch precisely on time: "Those of you who still have wooden boards, come up to the stage one by one and give them to me."
The reason for emphasizing students who still have wooden boards is simple: more than 60% of students caused their boards to shatter during the carving process due to operational errors. Others wanted to test the effect after successfully carving, but the boards may have burst due to problems with the magic circuit.
The remaining people either have confidence in their work and have already verified it, or their carving is a complete mess and has not been verified at all.
"It works."
"generally."
"Not very good."
"It has to be you."
The concise and to-the-point comments were met with indifference by students familiar with Ryan, because receiving a "good" or "usable" rating from Ryan was equivalent to receiving an "excellent" or "fantastic" rating from another alchemy professor in Beauxbatons.
"You said you'd grant me a request?" Furong handed over the wooden board she was holding, her smile radiant, her azure eyes like spring water.
"Only if you can win." Ryan checked it and found that the guardian wooden board carved by Hibiscus was indeed one of the best quality pieces.
Specifically, if this wooden board were sold to an ordinary person, it would constitute a violation of the confidentiality law and would be considered an illegal work.
It's infinitely better than those previous mediocre, law-abiding works.
Do you think I'll win?
"I think it's useless. The facts won't change because of my attitude."
Ryan placed Hibiscus's work among the winning entries, intending to choose one from them as the winner, O.
He looked up: "Are your eyes uncomfortable? Why are you blinking so much?"
Hibiscus: !!!
"I'm fine!" She went downstairs in a huff, but at the same time she was relieved. With Ryan's brain, any normal person would go crazy after talking to him for a few minutes. There was absolutely no competition on this track!
Ryan didn't quite understand what was happening; the scene felt strangely familiar: the tone, the expression, the nervous shift—it felt just like Penelope's.
Penelope left Professor Flitwick's office, the words Flitwick had just spoken to her echoing in her mind.
"Different people have different kinds of fulfillment; there's no need to be demanding, but perfection is possible."
"From now on, you can come to me directly if you need anything. I'm entrusting this work to you because you need to have your own career. Because you are resilient and intelligent, and almost no one your age can be as indomitable as you—"
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Unyielding and indomitable—this was truly an indomitable spirit born of desperation!
Penelope sought out Professor Flitwick to improve herself, because she was not just a pretty face; she was a Ravenclaw student, and she wanted to write her own chapter in Lane's future.
She believed that perhaps Ryan wasn't quite right in the head and didn't care about love.
But everyone needs companionship, and everyone is lonely.
In many stories, a fellow traveler, a like-minded friend, carries more weight than the protagonist's wife.
"You are mine."
She went to Hagrid's cabin and asked him to lead her into the Forbidden Forest, where she needed a clearing.