Magic and Technology Were Not a Fantasy

Ancient Runes, like Arithmancy, had a high threshold for learning.

They were a challenge for clever students and a nightmare for ordinary ones.

Bathsheba Babbling was Bill Weasley's senior at school and was only twenty-four this year.

Although she had graduated from Ravenclaw, she lacked the air of a bookworm.

She wore a white women's business suit, delicate thin-rimmed glasses, and a high light-brown ponytail.

Babbling looked exceptionally capable, radiating an intellectual beauty from the inside out.

Holding Ancient Runes: A Simple Introduction, she entered the classroom and stopped beneath the podium.

"Hello, everyone. I am Bathsheba Babbling, your Ancient Runes professor."

She raised the textbook and let go. The podium on the ceiling seemed to pull it over like a magnet.

"Ancient Runes are not actually dull. With sophisticated arrangements that are not overly complicated, they can accomplish many marvelous things."

Babbling took half a step back, and her entire body flipped upside down as she stood beside the ceiling podium.

Neither her body, clothes, nor even her hair hung down, as though gravity itself had been reversed.

Other than Vincent, who had already figured out the principle, even Draco, who seemed to have only just regained his senses, was so astonished that his little mouth hung open.

"The arrangement and combination of runes are the foundation of W.S. courses. I believe quite a few of you will persist until then."

Babbling gave Vincent a meaningful look, then ran her fingertips one by one across the runes on the podium.

As though she had triggered some sort of switch, the students at their desks and chairs were all flipped upside down and attached before the ceiling podium.

"Ugh..." Draco hurriedly covered his mouth.

The sensation had been a little intense, though fortunately it had only lasted a moment.

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