High School of Wicked Magic

"Yo, how are you, Barrett, how are you...,

Graceful afternoon, leisure class time, the sun lazily poured into the classroom through the window, dyed with a layer of golden brilliance, the transparent color like glass made people unconsciously want to sleep, when surrounded by Zhuang Mingge After the group of students dispersed, Xi'an, who appeared out of nowhere, patted Zhuang Mingge's shoulder and joked with a smile.

"Don't tease me, Sion." Zhuang Mingge said with a wry smile. In fact, he also felt a little awkward at the beginning when he called Lord Barrett. Shouting out of Xi'an's mouth, there was a feeling of goosebumps.

But Xi'an did not let him go, jokingly said: "You already have a good look, the first-year mixed-race idol is obviously a student of the same grade, but countless people treat you with the etiquette when facing seniors. Song, where is my best partner." "Stop it, please, I'm really going to lose my face."

Zhuang Mingge said dangerously, it's a pity that the helpless line is not threatening.

Xi'an felt that his goal had been achieved, so he stopped teasing him, "The result is out, how is it, do you want to listen?"

"Tell me, what was the result?"

Knowing that the so-called result was the third condition for re-election, Zhuang Minge asked if any of the mixed-race first-years knew any of the student council presidents of Saint Laurent's Si Li Magic Academy.

"I can only regret to inform you that we have to sacrifice some students."

"That is to say, no one knows a student council president?" Zhuang Mingge murmured in a low voice.

Xion shrugged and said: "Is there any way to do this? Most of the mixed races are ordinary magicians. It has nothing to do with them and has no background. Now let us discuss who should be heroically sacrificed and force re-election. "

"Where did you come from as a schemer?" Zhuang Mingbi sighed and complained.

"Don't say such things openly."

Xion pretended not to hear anything, and continued: "In fact, after the news of the forced re-election spread in the first grade, countless people are willing to sacrifice their lives heroically. This is their list for you." With that said, Xi'an took out a list from his pocket and put it in front of Zhuang Mingge's desk.

The names of no less than hundreds of people were densely written on the sixteen sheets of white paper.

"So many people." Zhuang Mingge was surprised.

Sion chuckled, "It seems that everyone is very dissatisfied with our great student council president. By the way, three quarters of the list are members of the Half-Blood League."

"Then these people can't be used anymore." Zhuang Mingge resolutely rejected this group of people, "They still carry some stains on themselves and haven't cleaned them up. It's impossible for the academy to follow their suggestions. This has retaliatory meaning, and anyone with a discerning eye will know it at a glance. , this group of people must not be used, even if they apply, they will be rejected."

"As expected of Mingge, he has a quick mind... Xi'an took out a pen from his pocket while praising Zhuang Mingge, and ticked off some people from the list "there are only these people left . Zhuang Mingge took a glance and found that there were less than 100 mixed-race children left, and there were about ** ten of them. "Are these people enough?" Zhuang Mingge asked worriedly: "With such a small number of people, can the academy really agree to re-election?" "

"These are just resentful people. When the time comes, we will contact all the mixed-race children and jointly appeal to the college. Together with the pressure from the teachers, the college will agree."

Xion grabbed the list, folded it and put it in his pocket, "By the way, I will trouble you, Lord Barrett, to do ideological work for them so that they don't get nervous." "I feel so much like a movie The big villain in the movie, instead of dedicating his life to justice." Zhuang Mingge complained to himself.

Sion said disapprovingly: "In fact, the role we play is the villain. Don't forget, power is justice, and power is justice, and we weak people are the evil ones." Ignore Sion's fallacy , this matter was decided during the discussion between Zhuang Mingge and Xi'an.

Contacting the mixed-race seniors to file a joint letter, Xion had already made plans before entering the old school building, and now he finally started to act.

In this, Noah also helped a lot.

As the first half-blood family of the Louisian family, his status is enough to make countless half-bloods worship him, and Yemei is also a well-known family in the magic world. It is difficult for the two families to join forces to promote this matter.

And most of the mixed-race students in the college gave affirmation and support to this matter.

Although many people think that this matter will not be successful, they still jointly signed the book.

The mixed-race teachers also began to exert their strength, and the storm set sail in an instant.

Almost overnight, the mixed-race students of the whole school jointly signed a letter, and nearly a hundred mixed-race children protested, coupled with the strength of the teachers, the re-election of this regulation, which was specially designed to check and balance the student council president, was put on the table and spread to the college. Every student, in the teacher's ears.

Even fools know that the half-breeds are fighting back.

After the college received a joint letter, dead remonstrance, and the teacher's opinion.A short meeting was held quickly.

Only a few people are eligible to attend this conference.

Associate Dean Kainshell, Kefa.

Dean of teaching Sultan Uris.

And the descendant of the creator who owns the shares of the academy, Clia Cruz.

In the end, there was a secretary who did not have the right to speak to record the results of the meeting.

"I don't agree, this is a farce!" Regarding whether to re-elect, the dean is completely opposed to it. He himself discriminates against mixed-race people, so in this speech he urged the student council president.

"Although this kid, Warfit, did something excessive, he didn't make too many mistakes. There is no need for re-election at all. This is completely a retaliation by the mixed race. Our academy can't encourage such arrogance. I think this time The matter should be dismissed immediately, and then those mixed-race children should be severely warned to let them put all their minds on their studies instead of these useless intrigues." As the teaching director, he completely stood on Dali's side and angrily condemned the mixed-race children.

Klia Kurus frowned displeasedly, and retorted: "You are too excited, Director Sudan, the mixed race did nothing wrong, their words and deeds are in accordance with the regulations of the academy, there is nothing out of the ordinary Scope, what reason do you plan to warn them, or is it that you, as the director, already have the qualifications of countless colleges to do whatever you want?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Even the dean, in front of the shareholder of the college, had to retreat three points.

"I don't think there is anything wrong with re-election. Anyway, it will follow the college's regulations. If Warfit is really supported by the students, there is no need to be afraid at all. Don't you think so, Director Sudan?"

"Of course." Speaking of this, Sudan has absolute confidence.

The overall credits of mixed-race students in the academy only accounted for 30.00%, or even less, and it was difficult to overthrow Warfit, so he said that this was a complete farce.

But he himself had other ideas, so he said: "I still disagree. According to the regulations, mixed-race people have not met the three necessary conditions for re-election. The last condition is that they have not obtained the support of any student council president."

"But someone made a deadly complaint, and it was a joint death complaint with a hundred students." Klia argued.

Sudan Lu showed a contemptuous expression, and said coldly: "With all due respect, Mrs. Clia, although remonstrance can force re-election, everyone can see that the mixed race is just revenge for Warfit's previous behavior That's all, such behaviors don't need to be considered at all, we can completely dismiss their enforcement."

"It's against the rules..."

"This is not in violation of the regulations!" Director Sudan interrupted Klia, and said: "This is not in violation of the regulations at all. The death remonstrance was originally an additional regulation deliberately listed to make up for the third regulation. The written rules are not clearly listed in the rules of the college, even if we refuse, it will not violate the rules of the college." Klia stared at her angry eyes, as if a raging fire had been ignited, "I disagree with you .Even if it is an additional regulation, it is still a regulation. Mixed-race people have not exceeded their duty at all, and I agree to enforce it.”

The two sides insisted on their own opinions, and couldn't help but focus on the vice president, Keinsheer.

Now he has a key vote in his hand, no matter who he supports, anyone can win.

Sensing the gazes of both sides, Kainshell smiled wryly, he raised his brows, and recovered from his contemplation, "I think it's better to be on the safe side."

"What do you mean?" Claire asked puzzled.

Sultan Uris also showed a suspicious expression.

"Christmas is not far away now, and the dean is coming back soon. So many things have happened in the college in a short period of time, there can be no more chaos, and the re-election will be temporarily put aside, and everything will be discussed when the dean returns. .”

"Lord Kainshere.

As soon as the vice president's polyphony finished, Clia couldn't help but yelled, "It's not fair!"

"It's fair." It was Director Sultan who spoke, and he ignored Klia's almost murderous gaze, and said calmly: "Master Kainshere is right, the academy is not a battlefield, and it should be more stable. Everything should wait." The dean will talk when he comes back." Klia was about to explode in anger, and couldn't help but want to slam the door and leave.

clap clap clap...

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then a man opened the door, "Ah, everyone is here, that's good, I'm not late."

The man said to himself, and walked in with strides.

For a moment, Klia smiled like a hua, and Sultan Uris said with a livid face: "What are you doing, Maiya!"

"That's needless to say, of course it's a letter. ,, Mai Ya raised the letter in Yang's hand and said: "This is the last condition. In this way, the three conditions are all together. Let's start, re-election! ! ! "!.