When the Magician Breaks into the World and Curses Him

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Clock tower. Just by hearing the name, most people would probably think that it is a building similar to London's world-famous landmark. From the appearance alone, this clock tower located in the outer suburbs of London is indeed very similar to Big Ben. However, unlike the Parliament House, which is bustling with tourists, the clock tower is often associated with ghosts, monsters and ghosts. Some people see the majestic bell tower from a distance, but when they get closer, they only see empty wasteland. When they ask the local residents, they only get answers that deny the existence of the bell tower. The faint singing sounds in the middle of the night, the erratic shadows on the road, the tourists who walk into the tower in a hurry and never come out again, and so on. --In fact, it is just a barrier set outside that confuses cognition or blocks vision. The center of the Magic Association can almost be regarded as the association itself in today's era when Atlas Academy and Wandering Sea are in decline. Even though they have entered the scientific era, the monarchs who lead it still adhere to the "mysterious" and "escapist" principles passed down from generation to generation, maintaining clear boundaries with the ordinary world. This is the third month that Fushiguro Megumi has entered the Clock Tower. It was a rare good weather day in London, and the sky was as clear as water. The sunlight shone in through the clear floor-to-ceiling windows of the library cafe and sprinkled on the table. The light spots moved around. Megumi Fushiguro was finishing his thesis on séance, with a cup of espresso on hand. The coursework at the Clock Tower was far more arduous than he imagined. The spells and shikis that he was familiar with in the past, as well as his understanding of them, were completely shattered and reorganized here, creating a theoretical system that was familiar but completely unfamiliar. No wonder Yumi went to the Conjuration College to study. At that time, he said angrily that he thought that the top student reserve of Clock Tower was now reduced to a vocational high school. Now that he has become a student of Clock Tower, he has to admit that the extensive education method of Magic High School does seem a bit like a grassroots team. Putting aside the academic pressure for the time being, life in the tower is not that difficult to adapt to. Magicians are originally a group that is out of touch with modern society. Fushiguro Megumi has long been accustomed to living outside the crowd, not to mention that the Clock Tower is not completely isolated from the world. The guards are composed of eleven departments. Star City is scattered in various neighborhoods of London, and they also have academic exchanges with each other. He will occasionally go to observe open classes in other large classrooms or watch the democratic and aristocratic departments bickering in debates due to ideological conflicts or academic differences - and sometimes they will fight. Apart from being a little too "martially virtuous", it sounds no different from an ordinary university. But Yumi is still not satisfied with this. She is used to being free and loose. She was fine when she was just an auditor. Within a few days after officially enrolling, she became intolerable to the strict hierarchical rules in the tower. She was reduced from a rising star of Oriental magic that attracted much attention to a rotten worm who had to skip the elective courses. However, her attainments in seance and gem magic were unparalleled, so the instructors had to turn a blind eye to her. At this time, she was sitting across from him holding a cup of caramel macchiato with double sugar and milk. She rolled her face on the table with a groan out of boredom, and called his name in a long and strange voice: "Meihui, Meihui, ME--GU--MI--" The mid-term quiz is approaching, and the atmosphere in the tower has become visibly tense. Even the coffee shop, which was originally just a leisure time pastime, can be seen everywhere with students holding heavy books and looking bitter and resentful. Two students from the modern magic department in the back seat have a disagreement over a certain technique and are being impassioned. She tried to refute the other party with a lengthy argument. The guy next door was grabbing his hair and mumbling something. He was probably lost in selfless contemplation. Her coquettishness seemed particularly inconsistent in the harmonious or discordant academic discussion. Fushiguro Megumi helplessly put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her: "What's wrong?" Yumi, who was lying on the table like a boneless person, sat up slightly and finally got into shape. There was some macchiato milk foam on the corner of her mouth, which looked a bit like a kitten's whiskers: "I want to go shopping for something. Can you accompany me to the city?" "I haven't finished my thesis yet," Fushiguro Megumi said expressionlessly, taking out a tissue to wipe the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, "and I remember you have an open class in the mineralogy department this afternoon." "Hey, isn't the paper due next week? If you finish it now, what will you write next week? Besides, I was throwing gems for fun when I was six years old, so I don't need to attend any public classes." Yumi reached across the table and pulled his sleeves to shake them, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal. Her eyes were sparkling in the sunlight, with a cunning look, as if she had already determined that there was nothing he could do to her. After looking at her for a few seconds, Fushiguro Megumi looked away unnaturally to cover up the slightly red ears: "I have to be back before class in the afternoon." Unfortunately, the weather was not kind. The sun was still bright and sunny in the morning, but it started to rain near noon. The rain poured down in a downpour, and instantly there was ankle-high water on the road. Buses were out of service, and taxis were refused. Yuya wore Fushiguro Megumi's coat and huddled under the eaves to hide from the rain. Fushiguro Megumi helped her carry the small things she bought. "You can't blame me," she said, staring at the dense raindrops hanging on the eaves with a sullen expression. "Who knew such good weather could change at any time? I haven't worn the new boots I bought a few times yet - I hate the temperate maritime climate!" "The weather forecast says there will be showers and it will stop soon." Fushiguro Megumi turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket. The eaves where they took shelter from the rain were a flower shop, with a "Closed" wooden sign hanging in front of the door. Ivy and roses climbed up the white flower stand, spitting out light pink and white buds. A string of shell wind chimes hung on the corners of the eaves, swaying endlessly in the strong wind and rain. The shop owner was a young girl, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a bouquet in a paper bag tightly with the other and hurried through the rain. Megumi Fushiguro helped her, and the girl thanked her profusely and let the two of them into the shop to take shelter from the rain. She made hot cocoa in a disposable paper cup and served it to Fushiguro Megumi and Yuya. Fushiguro Megumi didn't like sweet drinks, so she took it and politely thanked her, and just held the cup in her hands to warm her hands. Yuya was very interested in the flowers in the store. She strolled in front alone and picked out a bunch of lisianthus for Tohsaka Rin. Fushiguro Megumi looked at her back. She had permed her hair on a whim not long ago. The hairdresser spent an entire afternoon taking care of her long hair that had reached her knees. During this time, she was still waiting for her to fall asleep. Only Fushiguro Megumi watched the roller brushes and pointed-tailed curling irons pass over her flowing hair, slowly changing from dark straight to wavy and wavy hair. At this time, the slightly curly long hair was loosely tied into a bunch with a ribbon, flowing down smoothly, like gracefully swaying algae. The shop owner was also holding a cup of hot cocoa in her hand. She huddled behind the counter and winked at Fushiguro Megumi: "Girlfriend?" "... Yeah." Fushiguro Megumi smiled sheepishly, lowered his eyes and responded softly. "I knew it," the young girl who had guessed correctly said proudly, showing her teeth like shells when she smiled, "You only use such focused eyes when you are looking at your sweetheart." "Oh, I think back then -" she paused, then thought that her current age was too young to recall those years, so she changed her words, held her cheek and sighed sadly, "-someone looked at me like this back then. It's great." She casually folded two roses and gave them to Fushiguro Megumi: "Be happy." Before Fushiguro Megumi could refuse, Yuya ran over in a hurry and urged him: "Quickly, hurry up, the rain has stopped, Megumin is gone." Fushiguro Megumi moved everything in her hands to her left hand, including roses, her newly bought hairpins, catalysts needed for the seance ceremony, Japanese confectionery and soba noodles, ores and metals clinking in the box. She had recently become interested in crafts for some unknown reason, and was tinkering with making bracelets. Unfortunately, she was not very skilled at it, and the knitted works were all crooked and not very decent. At this time, the braided rope bracelet was tied around his wrist. The red, white and blue colors were densely intertwined. The knot she learned from her Chinese roommate meant "safety, health, happiness and longevity". He freed up a hand and grabbed Yumi's hand. At this time, the clouds were gone, and the beautiful ultramarine sky was like transparent blue glass. The sun shone on the puddles on the ground, and the refracted light was scattered like rainbow. The owner of the flower shop looked out with a cup in his hands. The girl held a large handful of lisianthus in her arms, and walked briskly across the water on the ground. She was wearing high-heeled boots, and it was inevitable that she would be unsteady while jumping. The slightly taciturn boy always carefully held her hand, cherishing it in every possible way. How nice, she sighed again. It's great to be young, even if you just hold each other's hands, it feels like you own the whole world.

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