High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 281: Chapter 205 Divination Class_1

”Divination, seize what you can obtain.”

”Predict, anticipate what you want to know.”

”Divination, divination. Predict through the act of seizing. This is something you must remember—it’s the basis of everything!”

Professor Yi JiaZi, squinting his eyes, suddenly opened them wide. His pupils dilated in excitement, nearly covering his entire eyes. His right hand swung the bamboo cane heavily, producing a series of sound explosions in the air, adding a rough background sound to his ongoing lecture.

”Divination involves obtaining certain resources, capturing chaotic, disordered fragments, and then using superior magical skills to extract useful information, and thus uncover the truth hidden behind illusions.”

”In the process of divination, you must discard your personal preferences, your own positions, your own logic, and even yourselves.”

”Only in this way can you truly be objective and calm when dealing with others’ thoughts and feelings.”

Upon saying this, Professor Yi paused for a moment, his eyes somewhat unfocused, as if recalling something.

The classroom was silent, not a single person making a sound. Everyone was taking notes at a breakneck speed.

Professor Yi’s succinct description of divination left everyone in awe, unable to contain themselves.

Even the initially disgruntled Gypsy witch, furrowed her beautiful eyebrows, laid her rarely retired Tarot cards on the corner of the table, and began taking notes.

At that time, although there wasn’t any ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them, every time Zheng Qing looked at her, he could always obtain a bright smile.

Thinking about this, Zheng Qing couldn’t help but reveal a silly smile.

He once again couldn’t help but look towards the back of the classroom.

Elena’s seat was still empty.

Starting from yesterday, or to be precise, from Saturday, Zheng Qing lost contact with her.

Tens of paper cranes came and went from the dormitory’s balcony, some damp from the dew, some hit by bird feces, and some were chewed on by flying insects, but none of them had been opened.

It was as if a drop of water had fallen into the ocean, a grain of sand into the desert.

In the vast school protected by a formation, a student had just vanished without a trace.

Perhaps because it was too soon, many students noticed that the beautiful witch hadn’t appeared in the classroom for two days, but they didn’t worry too much.

Everyone guessed that perhaps Elena was ill or working on an experiment. For a wizard, disappearing from the public eye for a few days was not a big deal. Some great wizards have not attended the Wizard Covenant meeting for decades, even centuries. However, before they received confirmation of these wizards’ fall, the Wizard Covenant would always reserve those honorable chairs for them.

Moreover, the transfer students had their own small circle, so no one, like Zheng Qing, purposely asked about the whereabouts of the Gypsy witch.

Wizards are a group that highly values personal privacy.

Maintaining a healthy distance is a social skill that every wizard must be proficient in.

Even Dylan patted Zheng Qing’s shoulder and comforted, ”It’s all right, perhaps the Gypsy Witch Coven is performing some kind of prayer ceremony... just like the nobles Under the Moon, who spend half of their time every year on meaningless ceremonies and blessings. You should take advantage of her absence to practice ballroom dancing, so that you won’t be clumsy when the Moon Hunting begins.”

Dancing with Elena.

Zheng Qing seemed to smell her fragrant scent for a moment, which was suffocating.

He shook his head vigorously, tried to gather his thoughts, turned to look out the window, and took a deep breath.

The noon sunlight was abundant.

The light yellow color competitively squeezed through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on the floor, between the desks, on the students’ new robes, and on Professor Yi’s broad forehead.

Under the sunlight, the professor’s forehead shone slightly. Under the sparse hair, sweat droplets were faintly visible, shining like crystals, sparkling with colorful reflections.

The yellowish bamboo cane had been thrown on the lectern by him, piled up with thick lecture notes.

On the tall blackboard that occupied one wall, complex spells and inference processes were densely packed, and various symbols like a dizzying talisman filled Zheng Qing’s mind into a blank.

The petite elves in grey uniforms were darting around the blackboard, wiping away all the discarded inference formulas.

The young scholarship student envied these alchemical lives and, for the first time, seriously doubted his intelligence.

Even the little elves knew which fragments were useless and which inferences could be erased from the blackboard.

It was extremely discouraging.

His internal lamentation didn’t last long as a sentence from the professor broke the silence in the classroom.

”I noticed that you haven’t been taking your theoretical studies seriously.”

The professor held his head high, looking down at the entire classroom from above, his small dark eyes twinkling with wisdom.

Many people showed expressions of agreement, but due to Professor Yi’s ’brutal’ image, nobody was foolish enough to voice their agreement.

”I know, you all want to immediately start learning those advanced divination techniques.”

”You want to learn how to hear the crackle and pop of a turtle shell under a blaze, look through a revolving crystal ball to see multicoloured images, and probe the subtle meanings between different combinations of the 78 tarot cards.”

”So you think I’m wasting time.”

”This is a very wrong idea.”

Professor Yi tilted his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over each student’s face, many of whom guiltily lowered their heads.

”Theoretical learning is an important basis for divination.”

”On my divination course, I rarely teach you how to actually perform divination - any adult with a well-developed brain can easily master these not-so-complicated techniques. What I want to teach you is how to gather resources and delve into a person’s deepest secrets. With these resources, you can build a trajectory, and you can get the future you want without extraordinary talent.”

”The basics is a series of magical formulas and mathematical equations...”

The professor turned around, knocking forcefully on the blackboard.

A series of diagrams and notations slowly expanded on the dark green board.

”You need to learn basic deductive logic, master commonly used models and proof methods. Then on this basis, learn how to parse data obtained from divination, find the highest probability among different probabilities, code for special cases, and proficiently switch between different categories such as ’ring’, ’mod’, ’field’, ’group’, ’regiment’.”

”Because divination inherently deals with time and space, you also need to understand spatial tensors and vectors, understand shadow factors when energy is projected in space and not cause errors in conclusions due to the lack of ’life acceleration’ constant during calculations.”

”Everything is built on massive amounts of calculations - of course, some special talents can get accurate conclusions through intuition, but most people, and by that, I mean you, don’t have this talent – therefore, you must master various functions, including but not limited to ordinary differential equations, partial differential theories, functional analysis, topology applications, etc.”

”A lot of calculations can converge probabilities, converge various possibilities, and achieve a conclusion that is almost ’prophetic’.”

”During the process of convergence, you must know the related regression analysis, perform multivariate analysis, refer to time-series analysis, borrow statistical judgement theory, and this doesn’t even include the possible applications of allocation, game theory, dynamic planning, limit simulation, non-parametric statistics, etc. during the convergence process.”

The giant framework diagram on the blackboard had already been squeezed to the edge, but various complex terms still continuously appeared among the lines and blank spaces.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, considering for the nth time to give up this class.

This was not just his personal sentiment.

Zhang Ji Xin had completely given up on seeking treatment. He flexed his robust biceps, squeezing his head hard, turning his already red face purpler as he tried to activate more brain cells to work by putting himself in a position ’where living is the only way out’.

Zheng Qing didn’t know if this method worked.

All he knew was that the score for one more of his end-of-term assignments could be basically determined now.

Unlike the full score he expected for the talisman class, he no longer harbored any hope for the divination class.