Theo Pascoal is a young mage who studies at the prestigious UAM, where he is the worst among the worst apprentices. But he was not always like that, at age 6 he was a prodigy in the magical arts, and since then he has dedicated himself to the studie...
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Another ordinary day at the University of Magical Arts in Brazil. The cathedral's golden bells remained silent and the bright red stained glass reflected the sunlight, forming images that snaked through the school's corridors.
It was to be expected that such a renowned school would be home to brilliant minds and magicians full of reason and wisdom, and it was, if not for one of the youngest students to join the U.M.A.
The explosion that followed was also now somewhat routine.
First a crash echoed down to the lower floors. Anyone nearby already knew.
Then, on the side of the cathedral, the windows of one of the classes shattered, giving way to blue smoke.
Even though it was routine, that didn't make it any less dangerous, so those closest to the chaos always ran away.
The students bumped into each other towards the open door, and the cause of all the fuss was already out.
— Theooooooo! – Master Heitor shouted, with fury roughing up his voice.
Theo with a mischievous smile from ear to ear, with his backpack thrown on his back, continued to run.
The professor ran a hand through his hair, pulling it back, straightening his tie and dusting off his clothes. It wasn't the first time that Theo Pascoal didn't follow the steps in the magic books, he kept changing one element or another, instead of dedicating himself to a single expertise, like all the other students in the Colosso class.
Theo had already obtained permission to participate as a listener in almost all the courses, but in his admission course, the only one that would appear on his degree, the Science of Alchemy, taught by Master Alchemist Heitor Cadaval, he seemed not to want to follow the rules.
And Heitor was already tired of it.
With fumming steps he went to the office of the only person who could fix that problem, the university's Dean, Saul.
— So, you want to summon the Council of Masters to solve such a small problem? - Said the dean while feeding his black owl.
— In the last six months, the student in question has blown up our classrooms more than forty times, in addition to the numerous incidents that have occurred around the campus.
The professor's pose was elegant, almost delicate, his face almost expressionless, except for the arch of his brow, and the harshness of his voice, the only indicators that he was angry.
— Have you forgotten what he did to your statue?
— Ha! – Saul let out a laugh and finally looked at Heitor, the owl following his movement. — He's a pretty creative kid, don't you think? Ingenious even, I would say.
— Sir, I call the Council of Masters to discuss Theo Pascoal's expulsion, this is my verdict.
— Request accepted. – The dean turned to his owl, and gave an imperceptible nod. The owl flew out the window. – The meeting will take place in the Colosso's Hall, in two hours.
— Thank you, sir.
Saul shrugged and shifted his attention to a pile of papers on his desk, it was probably something binding.
