The textbook he had used for self-study was also a second-year textbook borrowed from the library. But last year, it had still been called <Introduction to Magitech Language: The Weight of Magic>.
"The weight of magic, mysterious characters, different descriptions, the same concepts... I just wonder whether any of the details have changed?"
Dark treated it as a review and read through it carefully.
As students from all four houses arrived, speculation about the new professor grew increasingly rampant in the classroom.
But unlike in their first year, the Little Magisters seemed to have suddenly matured considerably after becoming second-years.
They no longer fussed over whether a professor would be strict or deduct points unfairly. Instead, they cared more about the professor's abilities and teaching standards.
When the overall environment kept improving, few people would go against the current alone.
Eight o'clock sharp.
The class bell rang on time.
The students instinctively looked toward the podium, then gradually fell silent.
However, as the professor had yet to appear, some continued whispering among themselves.
Emma, seated near the front, could not help frowning. She disliked people who were not punctual.
There were quite a few students like her, and their impression of the new professor immediately worsened.
As time trickled by, more and more students kept glancing toward the door, but the new professor still did not arrive.
The discussions gradually grew louder, especially from the boisterous students of the Knight Academy.
Dark frowned slightly. Though the professors of Saint Marian Academy came from all kinds of backgrounds and held all sorts of identities, most of them were fairly dependable.
A professor who would be late for their very first class... surely there wasn't one, right?
Emmm...
Then again, perhaps there was.
At that thought, Dark let out a breath and