I made up magic and taught a world-destroying witch?

"The third question," Grace continued.

Regarding encapsulation, in the three-step method you taught, encapsulation is the last step.

I want to confirm, is the essence of encapsulation simply closing the boundaries of spell slots, or does it allow mana to circulate within the framework?

Joseph paused slightly as he was about to pick up his teacup to moisten his throat.

This problem sounds more dangerous than the previous two.

Closing the boundary? Inner loop?

He's making this up completely. She's already started researching internal circulation?

Joseph was trying to figure out what obscure term to use to brush off the question when the little silver bell on the table suddenly rang softly.

"This question is not suitable to be answered at the dinner table." Joseph put down his teacup.

Why?

"Because once you start thinking about cycles, it's no longer just a beginner's exercise, but touches on the core of whether a spell slot can be maintained on its own."

This is a dangerous shortcut; don't look at it before you've laid a solid foundation.

Just then, the waiter came over with desserts, and three servings of flaming ice cream were placed on the table, perfectly interrupting the discussion.

The transparent stemmed glass held snow-white ice cream, with tiny blue flames floating on its surface.

The flames burned quietly, but there was no heat at all; instead, a thin layer of white frost condensed on the cup.

Mia's attention was instantly drawn to the alchemical dessert.

"Wow!"

She picked up a spoon, carefully scooped up a spoonful of blue flame, and after confirming that it really wouldn't burn her tongue, she swallowed it in one gulp.

"So delicious!"

She mumbled something indistinctly and immediately scooped out a second large spoonful.

Grace's movements were as elegant as ever. She first observed the blue flame, seemingly trying to determine whether it was a low-temperature enchantment or an edible fire illusion.

Then, he gently scooped out a small piece with a silver spoon and put it into his mouth.

The cool sweetness melted on the tip of the tongue, surprisingly bringing a faint warmth.

She opened her eyes slightly, which was quite unusual.

Joseph slowly took a bite of his dessert, deciding to use the ice cream to postpone the third question.

Unfortunately, Grace was clearly not someone who was easily distracted by desserts.

Halfway through her meal, she neatly placed the silver spoon on the right side of the plate, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then looked up to ask Joseph the question he least wanted to hear.

  

"Sir, once our spell slots are firmly established, what do we learn next?"

What to study?

That square was something he had racked his brains to come up with.

From shape to angle, from capacity to packaging, his rambling just now had exhausted all his impromptu speaking capacity for the day.

But it's alright.

One block is enough for them to practice for a long time.

Even if that's not enough, the questions Grace raised today are enough for him to break down into several lessons.

Besides, he has another trick up his sleeve after the demonstration lesson.

Elective courses.

All they need to do is create a bunch of seemingly profound courses, such as "Boundary Effects of Magic Compression," "Introduction to Mental Structure Topology," "Alternative Studies of Spell Slot Materials," and "Observations on Unstable Variables in Low-Ring Structure Encapsulation," and then stipulate that they can only enter the next stage of required courses after completing all the elective courses.

In this way, let alone three months, it would be more than enough time for him to run away.

Anyway, it's all nonsense. Is there any difference between making up one course and making up ten courses?

No!

But he was a great magician and could not show any hesitation.

Joseph put down his spoon and calmly said:

"We'll decide based on your practice progress."

Grace watched him quietly.

Joseph continued:

"The truth of magic is never revealed to the fool who follows the rules."

Everyone learns at a different pace, and I won't use a rigid outline to stifle your potential.

Tailoring instruction to individual needs is far more effective than simply rote learning.

Grace nodded slightly, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.

She lowered her head, wrote the answer at the end of her notebook, and drew a small asterisk next to it.

That's it!

The reason why the teacher does not release the lesson plan in advance is that he wants to dynamically reconstruct the teaching path based on our small changes every day!

Thinking back to those pedantic, old-fashioned professors at the Royal Academy, the first thing they did in class was to hand out a course syllabus that was so detailed it was almost suffocating, specifying exactly what would be covered each week, how many words each assignment would require, and how many points each assessment would be worth.

It seems rigorous, but in reality it just makes all students walk along the same path.

Those who can walk are called geniuses, while those who cannot are judged as incompetent.

But the gentleman is different.

The teacher's teaching has no boundaries!

His plan will evolve indefinitely as the students grow.

This is the truly great education system capable of overturning the old era of magic!

Grace gripped her pen tightly, realizing she had underestimated the teacher once again.

The warm frame she felt this afternoon was not only the first real experience of magic she had ever encountered in her life, but also a magnificent door that her master had personally opened for her, a door that could reshape the entire magical landscape of the continent!

Rather, it was the first time she had touched a door, a door that the old magic system had never opened for her.

Mia wasn't as complicated as Grace thought.

She licked the last bit of ice cream off the spoon, savoring every last drop, and then looked obediently at Joseph.

"Sir, can I continue practicing with that molten iron mold tomorrow?"

Joseph nodded and said, "Of course."

"Could I make the frame thicker?"

"...Why?"

"Wouldn't a thicker layer prevent leaks?"

Joseph paused for a moment.

Good question, it actually makes some sense.

Grace stopped writing and looked up at Mia.

"Miss Taylor."

"what?"

What you just said might be a very important issue.

Mia blinked blankly.

"what?"

Grace looked down and quickly wrote a line in her notebook: "Does the thickness of the frame boundary affect the magic leakage rate?"

Mia watched her write, and a smile slowly spread across her face.

"So you just asked a really tough question?"

"In a sense, yes."

Mia immediately sat up straight.

"Sir! I've asked a very difficult question!"

Joseph looked at her, then at the line of text in Grace's notebook.

Frame boundary thickness, magic leakage rate.

Great, now we have our next topic.

He gave a relieved smile.

"good."

Mia's eyes shone even brighter.

Joseph picked up his teacup, using the act of drinking tea to conceal the wildly upturned corners of his mouth.

He suddenly realized that these two students weren't entirely useless.

They were very talented at helping him create his own teaching syllabus.

This meal was well worth it.

Not only did they discover that the faculty cafeteria offered ordering, they also gained free material for the next class.

As for whether the new magic can truly revive...

Joseph glanced at the densely packed notes in Grace's notebook, then at Mia's eager expression, as if she couldn't wait to go back and thicken her spell slots.

A very absurd thought suddenly popped into his mind.

They won't actually learn how to make this, will they?

The next second, he immediately suppressed the thought.

It's just a broken block that copied the game interface. What can you possibly learn from it?

How about we create a system notification box?

Beneath the closed cover of Grace's notebook, on a page she had repeatedly marked, a few lines of text were quietly written.

"The teacher did not set a fixed lesson plan today, which is suspected to be a dynamic adjustment of the course according to the students' progress."

This method may be one of the core elements of a new magic education system.

Grace looked at the words and became more and more certain.

They encountered no ordinary great magician.

He was a teacher truly poised to change an entire era!

As for the teacher himself, he is currently seriously considering something else.

For dinner tomorrow, should we order the roasted lamb chops again, or try the herb-seared silver cod?