亚洲少妇

Among the various subjects he was studying, the summoning classes held a particular allure. The thrill of wielding magical forces to conjure creatures and objects was the one thing that consistently piqued his interest.

Finishing with that class, he went to the next one. In the spell-casting class taught by Professor Lovett, she maintained her usual self. She seemed completely different from the woman she was at night.

As the students filed into the classroom, Professor Lovett\'s presence was as formidable as ever, her stern demeanour casting an air of seriousness over the room.

Today\'s lesson promised to be memorable as they were taken out to the spacious field for an in-depth exploration of combat spells.

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Among the students eagerly assembled, Pierre and Jaegar stood side by side, leisurely chatting. Jennifer was with her girl gang.

Pierre was whispering something, and they chuckled to themselves.

"Now, if I have your attention, little gents and ladies,"

With an authoritative aura, Professor Lovett began her instruction, delving into the specifics of offensive spells. Her words carried weight, and the students listened intently.

After she was done with her lecture, she gave them a test and paired them.

Jaegar found himself paired with Andrew, a fellow student whose gaze seemed to be laced with contempt for reasons unknown.

However, Jaegar, ever composed and indifferent to such attitudes, paid it little heed. His focus was solely on the spell that Professor Lovett had tasked them with. He wanted to try using the wand.

Lately, he developed the habit of using the wand, as it made him feel familiar, and the procession through the wand was more effective than normal when he performed spells. He didn\'t need to chant spells; he just needed to hold the wand and materialize his intentions. The wand seemed to amplify his magical abilities, allowing him to channel his energy with precision and ease.

It was as if the wand had become an extension of himself, enhancing his spellcasting prowess in ways he had never experienced before.

The moment arrived when they were instructed to put theory into practice.

As the class held its collective breath, Professor Lovett uttered the incantation, "Raon so sasoarr." A palpable sense of anticipation hung in the air as the words left her lips, and a surge of blue energy materialized into an ice spear and blasted off into the wall, which shattered upon impact, leaving behind a trail of sparkling dust.

The students gasped in awe at the display of power, their eyes wide with amazement.

Done with the demonstration, she told them to continue doing it on each other while trying to defend themselves from the spell and that they needed to go on offence.

Andrew and Jaegar stood opposite each other. Andrew was the first one to try, and he held out his wand and chanted the spell.

"Raon, so sasoarr."

Then a burst of white light converged and formed into a spear, his intent, and it was plunged towards Jaegar with great force.

In a split second, Jaegar\'s instincts took over. Then he also chanted the spell and swiftly drew his wand, and the moment he said those words, his voice sounded distorted and low-pitched, and he met the incoming energy head-on. The collision created a dazzling display of magical prowess as the two opposing forces clashed and continued to burn with intensity.

The spectacle was so captivating that it drew the attention of every student in the vicinity. The field was suddenly bathed in the radiant glow of their magical exchange.

Jaegar\'s approach was unconventional; he relied solely on the spell itself rather than channelling his own magical energy. Andrew, on the other hand, seemed unyielding, determined to match Jaegar\'s power with his own.

The intensity of their confrontation escalated rapidly. Had it been anyone else caught in the crossfire, they might have been overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of magical energy on display. Jaegar\'s brows furrowed as he continued to grapple with Andrew, who wore a sinister smile as if he relished the challenge.

Jaegar realized that he needed to tip the scales in his favour. He directed his focus inward, harnessing his innate magical energy to enhance the potency of the spell. The energy surged, and the spell\'s intensity grew exponentially until it reached a climax.

With a resounding explosion of magical force, the spell discharged, sending Andrew hurtling several meters backwards.

Andrew, disoriented but ultimately unharmed, lay sprawled on the ground.

Jaegar had taken care not to cause any real harm. The awe-struck onlookers and the sudden intervention of Professor Lovett brought the magical skirmish to an abrupt halt.

Approaching the two combatants, Professor Lovett\'s expression was one of sternness. "This was meant to be a friendly spar," she admonished, her voice carrying an authoritative weight. "There was no need for either of you to escalate it to such a dangerous level. Mr. Cartor and Mr. Ambrose, you both will have detention."

Jaegar couldn\'t help but protest. "Wait, why am I also being punished?" he inquired, his tone tinged with frustration.

Turning her gaze toward Jaegar, Professor Lovett explained, "You too displayed excessive use of power. Both of you bear responsibility for the situation."

Jaegar\'s response was cut short as he grumbled under his breath, unable to argue further with his formidable professor.

After the class concluded, both Jaegar and Andrew were ushered into a small room where Heath, the overseer of detention, awaited them. Their instructions were clear: they were to write letters of apology for their actions during the spar.

And they were to stay behind for detention in the evening hours.

The room was silent, save for the scratching of quills on parchment as the two students set about the task of crafting their apologies.