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

When he cast those two spells before, he was actually quite rough. He would just press the spell slot in his head whenever he had one. After all, at that time he was just thinking of getting by and fooling the association. He planned to make enough money and then find a chance to run away. He had no interest in seriously studying how to use these things.

Who knew this would happen?

Joseph stood in the center of the training room, looking at the moving puppet in front of him, and suddenly had an idea.

In the game, you have to lock onto the target before you can use a skill.

Even in stories about waving magic wands, one must at least know who they are going to shout at; they can't just close their eyes, randomly point into the crowd, and leave whether they hit or not to fate.

The way he used it just now was basically pressing the skill button without even selecting a target. The fact that the spell could fly out on its own is already quite professional.

Thinking about it this way, it suddenly makes a lot of sense.

Joseph raised his right hand again, this time focusing on the head of the moving puppet in front of him. The puppet was made of wood and metal, and had no facial features except for a red circle drawn in the center of its forehead, which was obviously meant for students to aim at.

That's it.

Joseph focused his attention on the red-gold spell slot and pressed it down; a red-gold spark flew out from his fingertip once more.

Outside the observation window, the recorder had already gripped his pen, and several students nearby subconsciously held their breath.

The spark was as crooked and erratic as before. Just when everyone thought it would continue to fly around randomly, it left a thin red streak in the air and chased after the moving puppet, hitting the center of the puppet's forehead!

The red circle was instantly burned through, sparks drilled into the wooden shell, and crackling sounds quickly came from inside the puppet's head.

Before Joseph could react, a puff of white smoke was already rising from the head of the training puppet.

The puppet took two more steps along the track, then its neck tilted and its entire head fell off. The wooden head rolled several times on the ground before finally coming to rest at Joseph's feet.

Joseph: "..."

No, so this thing can actually obey commands?

If you could listen to me, you should have said so earlier! Why was he so worried the whole way?

Joseph couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The situation underground was too chaotic at the time, and Joseph didn't have time to judge how strong it really was. Now it seems that this thing not only has a special effect on the black lines, but it can also fight normal puppets.

Moreover, once it locks onto a target, it will track it automatically. If it were renamed, it would at least be called the Adaptive Tracking Red-Gold Magic Bullet, which would surely take up two more lines on the association's application form.

  

Joseph felt more confident.

The area outside the observation window also quieted down; the students who had been whispering just moments before all fell silent.

The teaching assistant on duty looked at the magical trajectory on the recording disk, which suddenly became fast and straight, and his expression gradually became serious.

The recorder looked down at the plate and said excitedly:

"The initial fluctuations were as volatile as before, but a sudden correction occurred after approaching the target!"

One student couldn't help but ask:

"So, did the professor really do that on purpose the first time?"

"Otherwise what?" The teaching assistant next to him glanced at him. "Professor Grantham is obviously comparing the difference between a state without a target and a state after the target has been identified."

Another student whispered:

"Can a minor fire spell fly like that?"

"Don't compare it to ordinary fire spells; Professor Grantham is testing new magic."

The teaching assistant's expression became more and more serious as he spoke.

"Once a regular fireball leaves your hand, its direction is basically determined. But Professor Grantham's spell will still adjust according to the target's location after it is cast."

"So, it will chase after the target on its own?"

"It can't be understood that simply. Perhaps the caster's intention continues to affect the spell even after it has been cast."

The students listened with expressions of awe.

So that explains why Professor Grantham deliberately let the spark go out of control the first time.

He must have first shown everyone what the new magic would look like without a clear target, and then shown the difference after the intention was locked!

"No wonder Taylor has improved so much in such a short time..."

"Professor Grantham was able to perfectly recreate the student's initial state of being out of control."

"Did he personally go through every stage of the students' learning process?"

"Is this what a great mage's teaching is like?"

The teaching assistant on duty listened to the students' discussion behind him and couldn't calm down for a long time.

He was originally only responsible for registering the training rooms, but he never expected to be able to witness the new magic test process in person today.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of the new magic project was still too superficial.

Inside the training room, Joseph was completely unaware that the group outside had interpreted his journey from failure to success as an educational simulation.

He now feels that his future is full of hope.

He then turned to look at the other side of the training room, where there was another complete moving puppet, and it was moving faster than the previous one, moving back and forth along a circular track.

Since the red-gold spark can lock, the purple line should be able to as well.

He raised his hand again, staring at the puppet's left wrist, and pressed the spell point with his mind. A thin purple line flew out from his fingertip.

Compared to last time, this time the purple line drew an arc in mid-air and wrapped around the moving puppet's left wrist, tightening!

The moving puppet's body paused, its entire left arm was pulled back, and the tracks beneath its feet emitted a piercing sound.

Joseph instinctively pulled his hand back. He had only wanted to see if the string could control the direction, but he didn't expect that the training puppet, which was slightly taller than a person, would be pulled sideways and fall to the ground by the purple string.

Outside the observation window, the recorder no longer knew which entry to write down first.

"The trajectory of the purple line has also stabilized..."

"And the target is still moving."

"This isn't a normal binding spell, is it?"

"The magical structure of a normal binding spell spreads out before forming a complete restriction area, but Professor Grantham's spell only has one thread!"

"Just one string is enough to pull down the training puppet?"

Several students were quickly led astray by this line of thinking.

"So the purple line isn't an offensive spell?"

"You can't say that. If you can pull down a puppet, it wouldn't feel good if it hit a person instead."

"But Professor Grantham didn't just tear it apart."

"Is it because they're testing the degree of control?"

"The professor clearly held back just now. Do you even know how to read a book?"

"I see……"

In the training room, Joseph's eyes lit up as he looked at the puppet lying on the ground.

This string is quite strong. Before, when Grace tied Mia up, Mia said it didn't hurt. But when it came into his hands, it was able to pull over a training puppet.

The feedback doesn't seem to be a complete replication of the student's original intensity.

It's more like a student first comprehends the prototype of a spell, and then that prototype, after being fed back to him, will automatically become an enhanced version based on his status as a great mage, or some other random reason.

If so...

Joseph stood in the center of the training room, looking at the two training puppets on the ground—one with its head off and the other he had pulled over—and his expression turned serious.

The words he just told Mia Grace were too abstract and made up; he needs to think about them again.