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

Joseph's face remained calm and unfathomable.

At that moment, a very faint white light also appeared on Grace's fingertips.

Suddenly, another ring of white ripples lit up the testing crystals around the demonstration stand.

Someone in the audience exclaimed, "It's lit up!"

This exclamation disrupted the already tense boundaries of the spell slot in Grace's mind, and the white light at her fingertips instantly went out.

By the standards of old magic demonstrations, this was an absolute failure.

If it were a regular student in the training area, they might even be given a failing grade on the spot and then added to the list for the next make-up exam.

But everyone in the room knew that Grace was someone who couldn't even sense where magic was.

Grace stared blankly at her empty fingertips.

Failed.

Despite her husband's repeated reminders not to be distracted by external stimuli, she was still interrupted by that exclamation.

Grace lowered her head, her lips twitching slightly, as if she wanted to apologize to Joseph.

But before she could speak, someone in the audience stood up.

That was an elderly academician sitting in the front row of the theoretical school.

He had a head of white hair, but his eyebrows were even longer than his hair. His two white eyebrows drooped down from the corners of his eyes, almost reaching his cheeks.

Joseph looked at those long, academically accomplished eyebrows and thought that this was probably a high-level academic fashion that only senior academicians were qualified to pull off.

This person is Academician Herman Weider.

When Joseph's New Magic Revival Project was being reviewed, the first person to give his approval was that old academician with an extremely gambler's mentality.

While other academicians were still hesitating, Academician Weide was the first to speak up, saying that the project was groundbreaking and that he would fully support it.

Later, Joseph heard from Marco that Academician Wade was a very famous gambler in his youth.

When he was young, he gambled on horse races and lost an entire estate.

In his middle age, he gambled on mining and almost mortgaged his house to the Dwarf Merchant Guild.

In his old age, his wife, who could no longer tolerate him, confiscated his savings, leaving him with no choice but to turn to gambling to satisfy his addiction.

His favorite thing to do is to pick the most rubbish-looking project from a bunch of projects that look like they're about to be canceled and put his name on it.

Nine times out of ten, I'll lose miserably.

But if he wins just once, he can brag about it at the association's annual meeting for twenty years.

The main problem is that this academician's own research project has not yielded any results for two consecutive years, which coincides with the audit period for the Magic Revival Special Project. If he cannot produce anything soon, at least half of the research groups under his academician position will be cut.

So his support for Joseph at the time was less a matter of keen insight and more a gambler's mentality erupting again, blindly going all in.

"This is no ordinary failure of a light spell! This is a magical miracle! Ladies and gentlemen!"

  

The assessment tower was completely silent.

Several theoretical professors exchanged glances; they had just been thinking that this could be used to write papers.

Now they suddenly realize that this might be more than just a thesis.

A princess with zero senses and a dangerous ex-student, two failed samples personally screened out by the old magic system, were brought to the assessment tower by Joseph Grantham, and both of them showed the miracle of being able to control magic.

Even if it's not a passing grade in their evaluation, but...

What does this mean?

This means that Grantham specifically selected these two students from the beginning because he believed they were the most suitable samples to verify the boundaries of the new magic system!

The eyes of the elderly professors grew brighter and brighter.

When they looked at Joseph again, their gaze no longer resembled that of someone looking at a young junior.

It's more like looking at a mobile authorship opportunity that's about to open a new funding window, and whose name might even be added to the project report!

Joseph stood at the edge of the demonstration platform, his expression still composed.

He looked at Grace with satisfaction, then at Mia.

It was as if all of this had been within his expectations.

Several professors simultaneously had the same thought.

Is it...

Did he know from the beginning?

Marco sat in the executive seat, his eyes almost wet with tears.

He knows it!

He knew Mr. Grantham wasn't messing around!

From the very beginning, by specifically recruiting princesses with zero perception and dangerous dropouts, they have been using the most extreme samples to verify the possibilities outside the old magic education system!

What kind of layout is this?

What kind of educational vision is this?

Marco lowered his head and began writing furiously.

Brewster frowned.

What exactly did Joseph Grantham do?

This blacksmith's daughter should be the kind of dangerous student whose magic is unstable and uncontrollable, but now her magic is actually restrained.

Needless to say, the third princess.

Could it really be a so-called magic position?

No, Brewster quickly dismissed the idea.

If you can't see it or touch it, how can you prove its existence by just relying on a bunch of metaphors from students?

Maybe Joseph was just lucky.

Brewster didn't believe that a professor of theoretical magical history could simply recruit two dropouts and actually discover a new path in magic.

He didn't believe it.

Joseph himself didn't really believe it either.

He looked at Grace and Mia on the demonstration platform, with only one thought in his mind.

What incredible luck he has!

How could he not know how he acquired that set of spell slots?

All of these things were cobbled together from games in his previous life in order to cover expenses and maintain his persona as a great mage.

He doesn't even know how to do it himself; he can't even ignite a flame.

And now, these two actually managed to find magic in his made-up magic?

But Mia was not normal to begin with.

It can unleash heat-absorbing daggers, and there seem to be reflective scales on its arms. Who knows if its ancestors had any connection with dragons, fire elementals, dwarven furnace spirits, or other such random things?

It's quite reasonable that such people were misjudged as dangerous and out of control by the old magic system.

As for Grace, that's even easier to explain.

Perhaps what she has always lacked is not talent, but a trigger method that is outrageous enough to bypass the old system.

Royal bloodline, ancient blessings, court secrets, and so on—any one of these is more believable than him casually making up a cube and claiming she actually learned magic.

So the conclusion is clear: it wasn't his new magic that worked, it was his luck.

He, Joseph Grantham, just happened to pick up two unwanted cards and turn them into golden legends!

What's this called?

This is called accurate sample selection, and the mentor's discerning eye.

This is what we call a promising initial result for the project; the allocation of two million gold coins was excellent value for money!

As long as he doesn't explain, everyone will assume that this is the result of a new magic he created.

The old-timers in the association knew that the first phase of the new magic revival project had stabilized the fire-elemental deviation of a dangerous student and allowed a princess with zero perception to touch the threshold of light magic. So, wouldn't additional funding be needed for the future?

Isn't this much better than those who spend hundreds of thousands of gold coins researching why old-era runes are getting dimmer and dimmer?

Although all of this most likely has absolutely nothing to do with his fabricated new magic.

But it doesn't matter, Joseph has already made up his mind.

After the demonstration class, he would take some time to review the old magic theories, then simply incorporate the two students' situations into his new magic education system, and that would be the end of it.

Joseph felt that his dream of living in the Southern plantation seemed to be a little closer to him!

Just as the atmosphere was gradually shifting in Joseph's favor, Brewster finally stood up.

"Everyone, it's just a weak reaction to the Light spell."

He looked at Grace, then at Mia.

"And a slight deviation in fire magic. Forgive my bluntness, but these are just the most basic minor spells in the old magic system."

Brewster stood up and said:

"We can't see the so-called spell slots, nor can we see the so-called model embedding."

What the student thought about with their eyes closed is impossible for anyone to verify.

He paused deliberately, waiting for everyone to stop making noise and look over before finally turning his attention to Joseph.

"If this counts as new magic, then could Professor Grantham himself demonstrate a standard one for us—"