(BOOK 1 in the Ermand Chisel series)
Since the time he had remembered, Ermand had to frequently encounter a series of sinister and blood-curdling dreams, and they weren't merely nightmares. When he receives an invitation to join Agledon Magic Univer...
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Students were bustling around the hall, busy discussing with all the fragments of information they could collect. Ermand passed through the gabbling students to find Timothy, Charlie and Odin babbling about the event.
"My dad wrote that they were nearly saved. My house is number five while house number seven was seriously damaged due to the streak fall," Timothy shared his experience.
"Hey," Charlie waved at Ermand as his eyes caught a glimpse of him.
"Hey. The same subject right?"
"Yeah. Has anything serious happened in your area?"
"Our roof broke but everybody is safe." Ermand wet his lips.
"When are you and your family going to move? I've discussed everything with dad. He'll be coming to Tawarn today."
"Great. I'll take him home and let them discuss the rest."
"All set then."
"The first chime has rung, let's go before the second," Emile tapped on Charlie's shoulders.
When Ermand and his friends entered the class after receiving a greeting from the old door, they found that some students were absent.
"Parents of some of the students have lost their lives with this. This would probably be the weirdest incident that has ever happened in the history of the world," Charlie commented.
Ermand noticed that Damien was as awful as ever.
"Good morning, class," A plump woman in her sweeping cloak hurried into the classroom and stashed a few books on the teacher's shelf. She had thin framed spectacles that couldn't fit her face. Her overflowing blue braided hair almost touched the ground.
"I'm Mitbroom Estrel. Your Professor for Spells and enchantments. Not those basic ones you learnt at school."
"Your textbooks." She snapped her fingers and later, a thick brown book lay on their desks.
"Professor Estrel," Charlie called.
"Yes?"
"Why are they so thick?" He wailed, opening the large book.
"Oh, it's nothing," she giggled, swinging her hands back and forth rapidly. "You must be glad that it contains just one thousand and fifty-eight pages--"
"One thousand five hundred and fifty-eight!" The class screamed of horror.
"It's two thousand three hundred and one-sixty-six in the second year. Three thousand two hundred in the third year. Three thousand eight-hundred and ninety-seven in the fourth year and finally four thousand and twenty-two in your fifth year. You will not have Spells and Enchantments in your final year."
