The magic practice field was far away from the school building across the crossing.
The ceilings are taken high, spacious, but not liberating at all.
Because all the windows called windows are covered with black curtains.
While only the lamp lights illuminate the place, Almark and the others line up and wait for the teacher.
They all don't look nervous, they discuss it eventually.
Almark stood at the back of the line, but I could see the torque that had gotten involved earlier looking back at him and saying something whispering around him.
A teacher with a blue and white face just walked in. It holds a grey robe together.
"... Let's get started. First of all, you can use your own magic without using your wand."
At the same time as the teacher's words, the lamp lights go out and are enveloped in the dark, except for the slight light of day that plugs in from a very small gap in the curtain. Along with that, the atmosphere in the place changed.
The students, who had been busy until just now, became simultaneously quiet. I wonder, only each deep breathing sound sounds in the venue.
As Almark killed his breath and watched him become, eventually, pompous, pompous, and small flames began to light in the student's palm.
The magic of the lights.
Almark thought.
The sorcerer I met on my journey also used it a lot.
The magician was certainly not a graduate of this college, but he had extensive practical experience.
But what a delicate thing about the flames now lit in the hands of the students, compared to the magic flames of the lights he made me use at that time.
While the size of each flame remains constant completely unchanged, it floats on their palms with no slight movement in just a tiny slice.
It means these only 11-year-old college students are more highly skilled than those much older magicians.
Almark still understood.
They are not just innocent children, etc.
Each one of them is a magical genius with a talent that deserves to be allowed into this college.
Teachers at Yasushi seemed to check on the flames as they silently circled among the students.
From time to time, I guess telling some people something blurry is giving them advice.
He stopped to come before Almark, realizing that nothing was emanating from his hand.
"... oh, you do"
The teacher murmured with a faint voice and nodded small.
"I'm listening. Come to me after school. Let's make it up to you."
Almark was silenced and nodded instead of responding.
"All right, that's it"
When the teacher slapped his hand on the bread, the flames of the students went out simultaneously, and at the same time the lamps lit up. Apparently, the lamp lights are also caused by magic.
"You're all well focused. Or did you think you couldn't imitate something like that because it was before the transfer student...?
The teacher said, laughing lightly.
Each of the students is illuminated by a lamp.
Some look cool, others sweat on their foreheads. It's Morgen breathing on his shoulders.
"All right, I'll use the cane. Take each one."
The teacher pointed to a crate placed in the corner.
The students walked out on you all at once, so Almark follows suit.
In the crate, dozens of wands as long as Almark's hips were put into the unmade.
It's a practice wand.
Soon Wendy, who had come nearby, told me softly.
"What's next?"
Asking him that in a low voice, Wendy handed Almark a cane as well,
"I think maybe it's wind or stone carving. Depends on how Dr. Illmis feels."
He told me.