I Became A Flashing Genius At The Magic Academy Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And why had I been chosen to attend this mysterious academy? My questions were soon answered as a woman in white approached me, her bright green eyes shining with an otherworldly glow. "Welcome to Madland, where your destiny awaits. Please, give me your name and allow me to show you the dorms.” “Ammm… my name is… Alice.” “Alice what?” “Alice Abbott.” “Alright. Follow me please.” I followed the woman, still feeling a bit uneasy about everything. She led me to the dorms and showed me to my room, which was cozy and decorated in shades of green and white. I was relieved to have a place to rest and collect my thoughts.

Alice stared at Alicia with fear in her eyes as the pain started to spread through her entire arm. Gia turned to look at Alice and a wide smile spread across her face. She started to recite the spell of the forbidden magic in a louder voice and the pain In Alice's arm became worse. Gia brought out the small bottle that contained Alice's blood and opened it. Gia poured the contents of the bottle on the page of the book and suddenly the book started to glow bright Amber. “It's working!” Gia muttered. Her eyes were filled with anticipation. “sectumsempra legilimens Avada Kedavra!!!!!”.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

Someone who cleans the house, cooks, does laundry, does gardening, and grooms the dogs. I was 16 when I finally learned how to manifest my enchast and my spellbook. It was one of the happiest days of my life. Every sacrifice was worth my dream. Though that was the beginning of everything. I used my magic to expedite my work such as putting protection in my eyes when cutting onions. I was 18 when my grandmother convinced me to be a student in Venduque Academy, the school of mages in Plandreas. It is where spellbooks are created by the main source of enchantment protected by the authorities.

I fixed my thumb and index finger on the space between my two eyes, feeling a headache coming on. “Hello Headboy.” I stood up from my seat then and packed my books in my bag, walked to the lockers behind the class, found my own locker, and dumped my things inside, before locking it with the rusted key. “The old man didn’t give you a magic one?” I shrugged my shoulders at Raul’s question, aware that he wasn’t aware that I had no magic, or rather I hadn’t discovered it. “What happened to your magic?” Sinclair asked, a note of curiosity and surprise in his voice.

Alexis, who seemed to just get caught up in the mess she was in quickly, nodded. "I-It's okay. I forgive you", she awkwardly said, wishing for the situation to disperse already. "Give us another guide. I don't want to see your face any longer Bentley". Alastair demanded and poor, trembling Bentley left and appointed them a guide. Who seemed just as shaky and nervous as anyone who came into contact with Alastair. The magic Academy was basically a university campus. It was huge, and confusing. They took one turn and there would be tens of rooms on a single floor.

Angelina went on in the meantime, looking down at her hands, trying to hide them. Whispering began around the table. Reive clenched his teeth. “That means you had no one to give you an education?” the duchess continued, and nobody even thought to stop her. The girl raised her head quickly and answered, “I studied at the City Academy of Magic named after Josh The White.”

Later Iza told me they aren’t related, though there’s definitely something similar about them. Something was being kept from me, and I felt it clearly. My hands reached for the book Iza had been so insistently pushing on me. I’ll admit, at first I treated everything with deep skepticism—but the fragments of phrases I’d heard at night raised too many questions. After breakfast I returned and started reading, carefully studying the contents. It all sounded like pure fantasy. I hadn’t really seen magic in this world yet—aside from my sudden ability to read. But after that massive magical wave slammed me into a wall and broke every bone in my body, fine—I believed.

“Because she’s Lucius’s girlfriend?” Elara let out a short, humorless laugh. “She wishes. No, because she’s cruel. And she hates competition. You’re prettier than her, which means you’re already on her list.” With that cheery thought, she reopened her book, signaling the end of our conversation. I sat down on my empty bed, the mattress sighing under my weight. The reality of my situation finally crashed down on me. I was in a magical academy, surrounded by powerful beings, and I had nothing. My fire was gone, my shapeshifting locked away. The boy I had helped save was now a powerful leader who looked at me like I was a problem he had to manage. My only connection to my past was a legendary b

Then I walked away, slipping the vial back into my sleeve. The time wasn’t right. Not yet. --- I spent the next few days playing the perfect victim. I cried when people asked if I was okay. I trembled when I passed Ivy in the halls. I let Elias brush his fingers across my cheek, guilt written all over his face. I smiled when the pack looked at me like a fragile thing. And at night, I planned. Magnus had given me the spell. I studied it every night, memorizing the words. I practiced with tiny pieces of magic, making flowers wilt in my hands, making shadows curl around my fingers.