Magic Lessons

That night, in the dormitory.

"Watch me demonstrate!"

Lu Yi raised his Wand and held it steady in the air. Its tip did not move at all as he softly spoke the incantation for Lumos, and a point of white light appeared.

Huo Yuhao sat across from him, watching Lu Yi's demonstration intently and listening to his pronunciation.

Lumos was the simplest Spell, making it perfect for a beginner's lesson.

Huo Yuhao said he had seen it clearly. He activated Imitation, sweeping his gaze over Lu Yi and the Wand in his hand.

The next moment, an identical Wand appeared in Huo Yuhao's hand.

"It actually worked!"

Seeing a second Wand in Douluo gave Lu Yi a strange feeling, even if it was only a copy of his own.

It was as if he were no longer quite so unusual—or had found someone like himself.

But he knew it was only temporary. Huo Yuhao could be a wizard for five minutes at most, and he still had to cast the Spell successfully.

Following Lu Yi's demonstration, Huo Yuhao raised the Wand into the air and began reciting the incantation.

As expected of someone with a spiritual-type Martial Soul, Huo Yuhao was an excellent mimic. He had even picked up that authentic old London accent.

Yet when he finished speaking, no light appeared at the Wand's tip. Instead, a spark shot out with a sharp crack and landed on Zhou Sichen's bedsheet.

"Hey! Old Huo, what are you doing?"

Zhou Sichen hurriedly put out the ember on his bedsheet, then turned to complain.

Huo Yuhao apologized sheepishly, but he was puzzled.

Brother Sky Dream had confirmed that he had done everything right. Why had a spark appeared instead of light?

He looked at Lu Yi, hoping for an explanation.

Lu Yi's