In the quiet classroom, only the heavy breathing of the crowd could be heard.
Everyone looked at Wharton, unable to describe their shock in words.
Fire magic teacher, Russell, was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh.
Hearing what Wharton had just said, he didn't know if he was flattering himself or he really thought that the crystal ball was too fragile?
It’s still the guy Mill who was the first to burst into cheers.
He shouted and jumped, waving his hands and shouting, "Old fourth! You deserve to be the pride of our dormitory 404. Come on, Matthew, Strong, follow me."
Matthew immediately waved his hand and said, "Old fourth, old fourth, light of 404!"
However, the simple and honest Strong was different from these two funny guys. He couldn't speak out in front of so many students. He could only whisper.
Russell raised his hand.
"Be quiet, everyone. Wharton is really outstanding, very rare."