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

Joseph's expression remained calm, but in his mind he had cursed Brewster from head to toe.

This person is truly inhuman.

We're all professors in the college, just trying to make a living. The theorists write papers that nobody reads, the practical trainers set up training labs where nobody dares to investigate, and the administration approves funds that nobody knows where they go. We all have bright futures ahead of us.

This was originally such a harmonious ecosystem.

As a result, Brewster insisted on asking where the Light spell was.

Where is the Light spell?

The art of light is, of course, only in theory!

It's in the report!

With a promising future!

Surely we can't put it under the thumb of those two brilliant strategists?

Anyway, Grace has already presented the theory quite well today, and Mia has also contributed a failure statement that looks very much like a real experimental record.

  

The older, theoretically-minded professors would at least give him some face.

Even if the training group is dissatisfied, they can't say anything too harsh in front of the Third Princess.

Joseph was preparing to smooth things over, dragging the issue back to the safe path that the lower stages should not use outward results as the sole evaluation standard, and then, as he had previously planned, smoothly steer the debate towards the point that the old magical standards are no longer applicable to the new magical observation system.

He knows this well.

As long as the topic is shifted from whether or not a light spell can be cast to what constitutes a light spell, what constitutes proof, and what constitutes magic, the situation can be dragged on for a while longer.

He was about to speak.

"gentlemen."

"Me, sir!"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

Joseph's words caught in his throat.

Grace and Mia both took a step forward at the same time, paused for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at each other.

Mia's face was still red, and her eyes were a little red. She was clutching the crumpled record paper in her hand so tightly that it was almost a ball of waste paper, but she remembered what her husband had said.

Failed samples also have observational value.

Although Mia still doesn't quite understand how valuable the sample is, it sounds much more valuable than causing trouble, so why should she be afraid of not being able to learn the teacher's new magic?

So what if we fail?

Perhaps the gentleman knew all along that she would fail; no, perhaps the gentleman knew all along.

But failure is also a sample, and failure can provide data for the research!

Grace looked ahead.

She knew she shouldn't have spoken out; rationally speaking, she had already completed her theoretical statement that day.

She could have simply stepped back behind her husband and let him handle the pressure.

She is a princess, and she has the right to be one.

But precisely because she was a princess, she couldn't always hide behind her master.

The gentleman has already given her a way out.

If she doesn't even have the courage to stand up and try, then what's the difference between her and those of her past selves who sat behind the long table in the palace, smiling as they listened to others say what a pity.

Joseph suddenly had a very bad feeling.

This premonition felt like in a past life, during a meeting, when the dean had just said, "Everyone, please feel free to speak your mind."

It would be just as bad if that overly enthusiastic new teacher next to me actually raised his hand and said, "I have a bold suggestion: we should work seven days a week."

Sure enough, Mia gritted her teeth and suddenly spoke:

"I...we'll try it!"

Joseph was stunned.

What does "try once" mean? Try what?

Who gave you permission to try it?

He originally wanted them to skip the presentation and just say a few words to end the meeting.

The value of a failure record lies in the act of recording it, not in failing on the spot.

If it fails on the spot, wouldn't that be an accident?

But with so many professors watching, and two students stepping forward right after Brewster finished asking his question, he would seem guilty if he stopped them immediately.

Even more crucially, Grace also nodded slightly.

"Sir, I'd like to try it too."

Joseph looked at her.

You too? You're a princess with a magic perception test score of zero, why are you doing this at a time like this?

Did the Third Princess herself say she wanted to demonstrate, only for one of her mentors to stop her on the spot, saying, "Your Highness, if you can't do it, don't try?"

The thought of that scene is horrible.

Joseph was already quickly calculating in his mind how to package the lack of outward manifestation as a successful training in suppressing outward impulses if nothing happened.

If Mia sparks, how do you package the dangerous out-of-control situation as a model offset sample?

If Grace stands there for a long time and nothing happens, how can the blank results be packaged into a reference control group of zero-perception samples?

Fortunately, we did have some talking points.

It's just a bit tiring to talk about.

Joseph could only maintain that expression of complete control and slowly nod.

"According to your observations."

As soon as these words were spoken, Grace and Mia both took a step forward.

The gentleman was indeed giving them a chance to prove their observations with their own hands!

Mia took a deep breath and opened her right hand.

Grace stood half a step away from her and slowly extended her finger as well.

The two had completely different postures.

If Grace was demonstrating magic, then Mia looked more like she was preparing to repair the demonstration table with her bare hands.

Ironically, they are now standing on the same stage, showcasing the same new magical project with a ridiculously absurd name.

They both closed their eyes at the same time.

The practical instructors below the stage quieted down considerably. These two didn't have any of the auxiliary materials commonly found in old magic classes, not even the most basic guiding runes of old magic.

A teaching assistant glanced down at the evaluation sheet, seemingly unsure where to categorize this item.

Mia muttered a few words very softly:

"Don't spill...don't rush...pour slowly...don't explode, don't explode, don't explode..."

One of the teaching assistants paused for a moment, then whispered to the person next to him:

"Is this a spell?"

The teaching assistant next to him paused for a moment.

"It doesn't sound like it."

"What is that?"

"Could it be... personalized psychological suggestion?"

"Can psychological suggestion tell you not to bomb?"

"Perhaps the new magic is simpler."

The two looked at each other and fell silent.

Around the demonstration platform, several of the testing crystals embedded in the walls like eyeballs suddenly emitted a very faint white light.

Someone in the audience let out a soft "hmm".

Joseph also let out a silent "hmm" in his mind.

It's lit up?

Mia bit her upper lip, and the crooked framework of the spell slot in her mind began to heat up again.

The thing was still ugly, but Mia didn't care about its appearance anymore.

Following her husband's instructions, she first allowed the frame to heat up slowly, like warming a furnace before forging iron, and then she gently pushed the luminous model into it.

Lighting technique.

The light spell should be white, it should be clean, and it should be like someone like Grace, who can illuminate the surroundings simply by standing quietly.

But the light in Mia's mind was always first the red glow of the hearth heated by charcoal.

The more she wanted it to be white, the hotter the model became; the more she wanted it to be bright, the more it seemed like it was about to burst into flames.

Even failed samples still have observational value.

Mia silently repeated the sentence in her mind.

The next instant, the detection crystal on the wall changed from a faint white light to a pale red.

"Got famous?"

A tiny reddish-gold spark suddenly appeared above Mia's palm, swaying gently as if it might dissipate at any moment.

She opened her eyes, and her expression changed instantly when she saw that reddish-gold color.

"It went off course again..."

Her voice was very soft, but the assessment tower was so quiet at the moment that many people still heard what she said.

It went astray again? So this isn't the first time?

A fire-element training professor in the audience finally sat up straight.

"There are no incantations," the teaching assistant added in a low voice. "And no fire salt or crystal powder either."

Another professor stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "The magic fluctuations are very weak, but there's no leakage."

"Fire element overflow?"

"Spillover effects won't be that stable."

"Did she manage to control herself?"

"She just said it went astray again, which means that what she originally wanted wasn't fire."

"Hot offset of the luminescence model?"

Who used that term?

"There seems to be a similar statement in the Grantham Report."

"The report doesn't mention thermal offset, only model embedding bias."

"Then isn't it available now?"

Joseph felt a chill run down his spine.

No, wait.

Please don't help him fill in the missing information in the report! It wasn't in his original report!

Mia looked at the reddish-gold spark in her palm and felt a pang of panic.

Oh no, it's gone off track again. She was clearly practicing a light spell, so how did it turn into fire?

This time, it happened again in front of so many professors.

Will you be disappointed, sir?

Mia instinctively looked at Joseph.