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

"Professor Grantham saw the potential in these two students to continue their education."

As he spoke, Academician Wade looked at everyone in the room.

What does this mean?

This suggests that the old magic education system may have missed a group of students who are not suited to the old standards but might be suited to the new path!

Several theoretical professors immediately nodded in agreement.

That makes sense.

"Indeed."

"It's not that students have no value, but that the evaluation standards need improvement."

"This can be included in the report."

"I've already thought of a title: 'A Preliminary Exploration of the Redevelopment Path of Marginal Samples under the Old Magic Talent Screening System'."

"This title is too conservative. I think it could be called 'A Breakthrough Validation of a New Magic Education Structure in the Context of a Low Magic Era'."

  

"And add Professor Grantham's name."

"Of course we should add it."

"As a supporter of the project, Academician Wade must also be included."

Academician Wade's two white eyebrows twitched slightly, and his expression looked even more benevolent.

As Joseph watched these old professors arrange the report title, author order, and theoretical level in just a few words, he suddenly felt as if he were standing among a group of vultures that hadn't eaten for who knows how many days.

The difference might be that vultures scavenge carrion, while they scavenge the fruits of labor...

Marco sat in the executive seat, writing furiously until his wrists were almost smoking; he had now completely entered the state of a historical witness.

On the demonstration stage, Grace and Mia were completely unaware of this groundbreaking achievement.

Mia looked at her palm, which had gone out, and felt a little dejected.

She lowered her head and said softly:

"Sir, I still disagree."

Grace also lowered her eyelashes.

"My structure could not withstand external interference."

The two voices were like two small knives stabbing into Joseph's conscience.

Of course, his conscience has been thoroughly soaked by the two million gold coin special fund for a long time, so his defense is still quite good.

Joseph looked at them, with only one thought in his mind.

You two are walking life-saving funding devices!

But Joseph, of course, couldn't say that. He shook his head and said gently:

"What you are showing today is also a kind of achievement."

Grace and Mia looked up at the same time, and many professors in the assessment tower also subconsciously looked at him.

"Every step you take now is a mark on the new path of magical revival."

Grace's heart skipped a beat.

the way.

In other words, today's faint white light, and even that moment of collapse, were just the first footprints she left after embarking on a new path of magic. She has finally begun her journey in magic!

Grace suddenly felt her eyes stinging and quickly lowered her head so no one could see.

Mia couldn't control herself at all, sniffed, and gave Joseph a slightly silly smile.

The man felt that her slightly off-target spark was also part of a path!

Can fire also be a road?

If that's what you said, then it's definitely possible!

Academician Wade's smile deepened.

"Well said," he nodded.

"Gentlemen, this is the most noteworthy aspect of the new magic education!"

By incorporating failures and biases into the path of sustainable observation, we can surely revive the magic!

Several senior professors immediately began taking notes.

Joseph nearly fainted when he saw this.

Don't remember it, he just said it offhand. If you do, it will become the core idea of ​​the project and we'll have to keep patching it up!

But now, he can't take back what he said.

Brewster's gaze passed over the excited theoretical professors and landed on Joseph's face.

Joseph remained calm, but Brewster felt something was amiss the more he looked at him.

Students can be chosen by chance, bloodlines can be chosen by chance, and deviations in the fire element can be chosen by chance.

But Joseph Grantham himself could not forever hide behind his identities as a student, a report, a theoretical academician, and the Third Princess.

He looked away and sat down again; there was no point in arguing any further today.

The old foxes in the theoretical faction have already smelled the fruits of their labor. Whoever dares to remove Joseph from power at this time, they will pounce on them first.

Can……

Brewster looked down at the cane on his lap.

There's definitely something wrong with this person.

He will definitely find an opportunity.

The demonstration lesson ended in a very strange atmosphere.

Although Grace's Light spell only lasted for a moment, Mia's Light spell completely deviated into sparks.

According to the old magic training grading standards, these two people's scores would at best be a barely passing record and a dangerous observation.

But when they stepped down from the demonstration platform, the theoretical professors looked at them in a completely different way than before.

This made Mia very uncomfortable, and she whispered to Grace:

Why do they see us that way?

"Perhaps it's because it's worth observing."

"It still sounds weird."

When he came out of the assessment tower, Marco was the first to greet him. The administrator was holding a stack of documents, and he was so excited that even his bald head seemed a few points brighter than usual.

"Mr. Joseph!"

His voice couldn't contain his excitement as he happily said:

"We will immediately compile today's presentation results into a progress report, so please rest assured!"

"Don't rush, the report must be rigorous," Joseph said.

It wouldn't be good if something went wrong in the rush and his project funding was lost.

Marco immediately became respectful.

Look, this is the vision of a great magician.

If it were someone else, they would probably be excitedly writing a victory report by now.

But Mr. Grantham's first thought was still rigor.

"You're right!" Marco nodded vigorously.

"We will first organize and verify today's records, and then combine this data with the professor's comments."

In addition, Academician Wade suggested establishing a temporary observation team, initially focusing on low-interference recording and not directly intervening in daily training.

When Joseph heard that he wouldn't directly intervene in daily training, he almost kowtowed to Academician Wade on the spot.

What a kind person!

What kind of academic protection system is this?!

As long as these old professors don't spend all their time squatting in his lab tower watching him spout nonsense into the whiteboard, everything is still manageable.

Joseph nodded, but his mind was already racing with calculations.

Their impoverished experimental facility should at least purchase sophisticated testing equipment, such as student status recording tools and the like.

While I'm at it, I'll buy myself some... no, I'll buy some necessary refreshments and supplies for the project's outings.

That makes sense, absolutely makes sense!

It just so happens that tomorrow is the college's regular weekly rest day, and he was originally hesitant about whether to actually fulfill that promise of off-campus training.

It seems that the cake can't stay hanging in the air forever; it has to be taken down occasionally so the students can smell it, and he can also take the opportunity to check on the situation outside.

We're leaving tomorrow!

"Mr. Joseph, there's one more thing."

Marco suddenly said.

Joseph's heart, which had just begun to relax slightly, was gently jolted back up by those words.

Generally speaking, when an administrator adds "there's one more thing" at this time, it's usually not a good thing.

"Academician Wade just sent a briefing to the association via the Academy's messaging system."

"A homing crow?"

Joseph's expression remained unchanged, but he began to feel uneasy.

The raven that Marco was referring to was not an ordinary raven.

This pitch-black creature had location runes engraved on its wings and disposable sealed mailboxes stuffed in its leg rings, specifically used to transmit emergency briefings between the Royal Academy and the Magic Association.

It's fast, expensive, and has a terrible temper.

The problem is, this thing isn't used much normally.

Ordinary research reports are submitted by administrative vehicles, ordinary applications are submitted by clerks, and ordinary nonsense is submitted through monthly summaries.

The ravens are only used in emergencies. What is Academician Wade trying to do?

"Yes, sir." Marco couldn't hide his excitement.

"Academician Wade believes that today's presentation is sufficient to constitute a significant milestone in the Magical Revival Project. In his briefing, he recommended that the association temporarily elevate your project to a key observation project and apply for additional special funding."

Additional funding!

These words sound so beautiful.

Joseph felt it was like the cobblestone path leading to the entrance of a southern manor, slowly stretching towards him in the sunlight.

Then Marco's next sentence was like someone shoveling the road shut.

"However, according to the association's procedures, if the preliminary review is passed, the association will likely send a formal reply after the holiday."

Marco flipped through the temporary notes in his hand and continued:

"Academician Wade estimates that the association will arrange the first review in about a month."

Joseph's smile nearly cracked.

"Review?"

"Yes, sir."

Marco said:

"After all, the questions Professor Brewster raised today do indeed need to be addressed."

The spell slot construction process currently lacks external observation methods, and the model embedding bias requires more complete and reproducible training records. Academician Wade believes that this is precisely the direction that the next stage of the project should focus on.

At that point, you may need to submit a more complete and reproducible training log, as well as a preliminary observation plan of the spell slot construction process.

Joseph's vision went black.

A month?

Reproducible training logs? A scheme for observing the spell slot construction process?

The old guys in the association are usually as slow as sloths that have been dead for hundreds of years, but how come they suddenly become so efficient when it comes to things like this, like they're being chased and burned by a fireball?

Before he could properly convert the money into long-term research assets, the review was already underway.

Marco, completely oblivious to Joseph's inner turmoil, continued excitedly:

"If the review goes smoothly, the project will not only receive additional funding, but may also have the potential to expand the student sample size!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke.

"Sir, you have proven today that the revival of magic is not the privilege of a few geniuses."

Perhaps in the future, there will be more people like Princess Grace and Miss Taylor, who were missed by the old standards, and will have the opportunity to come into contact with magic again!