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Thinking that he still had to tease him yesterday, Augustine almost vomited blood.

But now, he has a reason to find Zhang Jue.

Augustine wept and put on an expression of death: "If you make a mistake, you must take the initiative to take responsibility. This is what grandpa taught me. We must ask him to report that matter to grandpa!"

Joan had been staring at Zhang Jue, and now she waved her hand and said, "Stop arguing, he's leaving!"

At a corner ahead, Zhang Jue suddenly quickened his pace.

The time the three little ones quarreled has disappeared from their sight.

"It's all your fault, hurry up, he's leaving!"

Augustine knocked on the two companions, and the three immediately chased after them, regardless of being discovered.

They had just turned the corner when they saw Zhang Jue was already waiting there, looking at them with a smile.

"Hi everybody."

"Wow wow wow wow!!!"

The three shouted loudly, and were so frightened that they turned their backs.

Zhang Jue looked at them amusedly.

"Little friend, it's already dark, I'm going home to eat and sleep."

"We are not children!" Augustine waved his arms, looking like a man: "We have already entered the third grade this year!"

"Wow, awesome, awesome! Then you third-year bosses, if you don't go back to sleep, what's the point of finding me, a Muggle?"

Looking at Zhang Jue's smiling face, Augustine felt a little guilty, but he was already sensible and could tell that those things must be done.

"Can you, do me a favor! As long as you are willing to help, you can do whatever you want with me! I will never tell anyone else!"

Augustine raised his head, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to die.

Looking at Augustine who looked like a little adult, Zhang Jue couldn't help laughing: "Really, anything is fine?"

"Eh..." Augustine hesitated for a moment, and finally begged, "Just don't take off my pants."

Probably at his age, taking off his pants was the worst punishment.

Zhang Jue laughed, naturally he wouldn't argue with the children.

"If you need my help, please tell me."

Seeing that he agreed, Augustine immediately cheered up.

He pointed in the direction of the mountain behind the school: "We were there and saw a cloud of black mist. I wanted to tell grandpa about it, but they said grandpa was busy, so they wouldn't let me see him! Please, help me tell him!"

……

Augustine's parents died when he was young, and he was raised by Principal Alfred alone.

But Principal Alfred is busy with affairs, and there is no way to be with him all the time.

So he is more naughty and rebellious than ordinary children.

Probably this is his way of attracting attention and wanting to get other people's attention.

But his mischievous personality also caused certain sequelae—although everyone would not criticize him too much because he was the grandson of the old principal, and even indulged a little, but they generally would not I believe that the long-term pranks have turned him into the child who can only cry wolf.

So much so that when the three of them discovered such an important matter, no one was willing to inform them.

The teachers in the school would definitely not help them. After much deliberation, the three of them actually aimed at Zhang Jue.

Probably only this outsider will not have prejudice against him.

Sure enough, seeing the three of them begging him seriously, Zhang Jue looked ridiculous, but asked seriously, "If you need my help, please tell me."

Augustine pointed in the direction of the mountain behind the school: "We were there, and saw a cloud of black mist!"

"Black mist?" Zhang Jue frowned, "Where is it, take me to see it."

The magic school is located at the highest peak of Mount Kaztala. Zhang Jue followed the guidance of Augustine and other three little ones to a certain cliff in the back mountain.

"It's here." Augustine pointed to a protruding rock. "At dusk, we were practicing earth attribute magic here, and I suddenly saw a cloud of black mist coming out of it!"

Augustine spoke categorically. Zhang Jue looked at him, and then at the other two children.

"Did you see it too?"

Unexpectedly, both Joan and Freeman shook their heads: "By the time Augustine calls us both, there will be nothing left."

Zhang Jue nodded.

No wonder the teachers refused to believe what Augustine said.

This stone looked ordinary, nothing unusual at all, and he was the only one who saw it, making it even less convincing.

But Zhang Jue knew that Augustine was not lying. No matter whether the stone had returned to normal or not, something must have happened here.

Because when he approached here, the cold hair on his body slowly stood up.

He has no emotion of fear, which is the body's early warning of danger.

Reminiscent of the nightmare he had last night and the glow of Merlin's portrait this morning, it is almost certain that it must be the thing that was sealed under the mountain, and it must have been doing something recently.

Under the watchful eyes of the three little ones, Zhang Jue slowly put his palm on the stone that had a problem.

In an instant, his consciousness fell into darkness again.

But unlike when he was dreaming, this time, he could perceive his body outside.

It seems that his spirit has entered this stone.

And when his spirit wandered inside, Zhang Jue actually felt a sense of familiarity, which he didn't feel when he was dreaming last night.

He can be sure that he must have had direct or indirect contact with this thing before.

Seems like a long time ago.

However, I felt that this kind of thing could not be recorded exactly like the events that happened, so for a while, even Zhang Jue couldn't remember where he had come into contact with similar things.

Moreover, he discovered that not only was there a problem with this stone, but the entire mountain range was filled with a dark aura.

If it wasn't for the protective film on the outside of the mountain, the black aura would have spewed out from it long ago.

Zhang Jue controlled his body, took his hand away from the stone, and his consciousness returned to his brain.

Augustine looked at Zhang Jue nervously, as if he was afraid that Zhang Jue would not believe his words.

Then he really has nothing to do.

"There is indeed a problem with this stone, and I will tell Principal Alfred about it." Zhang Jue pondered for a moment, and warned the three of them, "You three, don't come to the back mountain to play recently, it is very dangerous here. Danger."

"That's not—"

Augustine instinctively wanted to refute, but seeing Zhang Jue's expression, he could only lower his head in the end.

……

At midnight, Principal Alfred finally finished his chores, and the waiter brought him some food.

This day, apart from eating something for breakfast, he was busy all the time, and he didn't even drink his saliva.

Even though he will retire in a few years, since he is on the job, he will work hard and never rely on the old to sell the old.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Jue walked in.

"Wow, the principal is very interested."

Principal Alfred smiled, with dimples on his face, it seemed that he had aged a little after this day.

He put the food aside: "Consultant Zhang hasn't rested yet, what's the matter for coming to me?"

"Ah, yes." Zhang Jue nodded and sat down on the sofa without being polite. "Your grandson found something in the back mountain. He asked me to inform you."

"Augustin?" The old headmaster frowned slightly, "What did he find?"

"Don't worry, he probably didn't lie this time," Zhang Jue said.

He told Principal Alfred what he saw and heard in the back of the school.

After listening to his words, the old headmaster nodded slowly.

Looking at his expression, Zhang Jue laughed: "It seems that the magic school has known about this for a long time, but I am unnecessary."

The old principal sighed: "The meaning of the existence of the magic school is to suppress that thing under the mountain. Consultant Zhang does not know that the foundation of the entire magic school is a giant magic circle. It is formed by the teachers and students in the magic school. The medium continuously absorbs the magic power between the heaven and the earth, suppressing Naduluke at the bottom of the mountain. For so many years, he has never given up running out of it, but he failed every time—Master Merlin set up a The magic circle is not so easy to break through."

"So that's the case, then I won't bother you." Zhang Jue nodded and got up to leave. Since the magic school had already prepared, he was relieved.

Zhang Jue walked to the door, opened the door, and just before he left, he turned around and looked at the old principal: "If the thing suppressed down the mountain breaks through the magic circle you set up, what will you do? "

……

On February 2222, 5, the weather was overcast.

The graduation ceremony of the magic school, which had been postponed for more than a month, finally started on this day.

This can be said to be the annual event of the magicians.

The Wizards Association, GOC (Global Occult Coalition), including the British ||Royal|Royal Family, all sent people to join in the grand event.

After these students graduate from the magician school, they will choose different lives according to their own wishes.

On the rostrum, the leaders of each organization sat in their seats in turn according to the arranged seats.

Generally speaking, the Administration of Anomalous Biology will also send people to watch the ceremony, but in most cases, the people sent are not too high-ranking.

The reason is also very simple - the Association of Magicians is considered an organization under the jurisdiction of the GOC, and the Administration doesn't even look up to the GOC, let alone its younger brother.

It is quite interesting to be able to send someone to come to make sense of it.

This time, however, was different.

Because Zhang Jue and President Alfred fought side by side and formed a deep friendship, he came here in person and even took on the important task of giving a speech to the graduates.

However, the Bureau of Abnormal Biology still sent two envoys as usual.

One is to express his heart, and the other is to give Zhang Jue a strong appearance.

There are so many organizations sending people here today, and he is alone, so it is a bit thin and rude.

The two envoys from the administration came to say hello to Zhang Jue, and then found a seat in the auditorium. It seemed that they had done their homework before coming and knew that Zhang Jue didn't like being followed.

The old headmaster Alfred led the teaching director Hobson and the administrative director Rudolf to receive the foreign guests together.

When the last guest was seated on the rostrum, music sounded at the scene.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the graduation ceremony of the magic school officially started with a ten-shot salute as a signal.

In the square, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, there was a great deal of voices.

Zhang Jue sat on the rostrum, watching a dozen students riding brooms performing a unique dance in the air, expressionless.

Ever since he came into contact with that black aura last night, he had a bad premonition.

He is very familiar with that breath, and he is almost certain that he has touched it somewhere, but he just can't remember it.

And he could feel that the dark atmosphere around the magic school was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that a big event was about to happen.

The opening dance is over.

The school host comes on stage.

Facing tens of thousands of students and teachers and bigwigs from all walks of life, he is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and speaks clearly, making him look like a veteran.

The host led the teachers and students to remember the past, look forward to the future, and then praised the students who are about to graduate.

After finishing his opening remarks, it was Zhang Jue's turn to play next.

The other guests who watched the ceremony felt a little strange, because according to the previous rules, the speech was usually given by the principal himself, why was it suddenly replaced by this shitty consultant from the Bureau of Abnormal Objects?

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Jue walked slowly towards the podium.

But at this moment, what he was doing in his mind was not thinking about the content of the speech for a while, but was constantly searching his memory, trying to find the source of that black breath.

He felt that he was getting closer and closer to it, and he could remember it soon.

Zhang Jue was walking slowly while thinking, but was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Consultant Zhang, I don't think you are qualified to stand on this podium."

At some point, Hobson, the teaching director, appeared beside the podium, blocking Zhang Jue's way.

His voice was not too loud, and it happened to be transmitted through the microphone on the podium.