"The final question is the same old topic: safety."
"What is safety? Safety means not thinking that after learning a few new spells at school, you can boldly head into the wilderness to practice on demons; safety means not conducting unregistered magical experiments in your basement; safety means that if you find a Black Magic book on the road, you must report it to the Trident Sword or the school. Under no circumstances should you casually open something of unknown origin."
"These things are basic, but they are also important. We must talk about them constantly, everywhere, and never relax for a moment."
Old Yao spoke animatedly from the podium, gesturing wildly.
Below, Zheng Qing let the words go in one ear and out the other, unconsciously drifting off—he did not know why, but he felt a powerful sense of déjà vu about what Old Yao was saying, as though he had heard it countless times before.
After pondering it for a long while, he finally found what seemed like a reasonable explanation: whether it had been his old elementary school, middle school, or the current Wizard University, the things teachers and schools cared about were probably much the same.
It was just that the repeated warnings before winter break not to throw firecrackers into manhole covers, to guard against fire, electricity, and gas, and to mind traffic safety had become warnings for wizards to beware of Black Magic, beware of wild demons, and pay attention to hunting safety.
That was all.
At that thought, the young scholarship student could not help curling his lips, feeling that he had discovered another truth of the world.
Perhaps someday, when he had the time, he could write something like Newton's Mathematical Principles of Social Philosophy, using quantitative methods to discuss the common