The Scream of A Thousand Libraries Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Questions Still Unanswered.

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POV: HELENA IVYRA. The room we were in was exactly what one would expect from a public school. There were green chairs, all made of metal with signs of rust, betraying years of use, scribbles, and several chewing gums stuck to them. The cold of the seat permeated the fabric of my pants, and the sharp sound of metal scraping the floor repeated every time someone moved. In front, a long office desk, with its erasers already falling off, accompanied by a chair where the professor sat daily. To the side, a dark, old wooden cabinet with two worn doors. Inside it, a computer that, contrary to what one would expect from a room with old furniture, was new. It had a quality monitor and a well-made connection to the digital blackboard in the room. Digital blackboard… It was strange to think about. A public school with crumbling furniture, but with access to technology that was exclusive to only a few schools in the state. It was certainly an unusual characteristic for that setting. ‘Definitely ironic…’ My thoughts about the strangeness of that view were broken when the professor for the next class entered the room. One of the most interesting subjects, and one that, from time to time, could be a total headache… The difficulty wasn't due to its content, but rather the professor, who was meticulous and methodical, yet still amused his students. The individual in question was a man with an upright posture and a firm voice. His appearance seemed to fit his profession, with dyed black hair and a face adorned with a beard completely whitened by age. His gaze was wise and showed his sagacity in analyzing others. Always with his round glasses, which resembled the famous young wizard from the books of our childhood. He was the peculiar, yet excellent Professor Francisco Martins of Ethical and Magical Foundations of Society. The professor, already animated, began his usual presentation. “Good morning, everyone” he greeted, looking at each face in the room. “I hope your vacations were good, and that you are well-rested. After all, you are in your final year, the third year” Arranging his bag on the table, he walked around and looked more calmly at the students' faces. Seeing who he knew and who was new. He leaned on the table, adjusting his posture to continue. “To start, for those who don’t know me, I will introduce myself, and for those who already know me, I will simply explain how this subject will work throughout the year” he began, opening his folder and taking out a sheet of paper that contained the subject’s plan. “Our classes take place twice a week, with forty-five minutes each. Our subject is basically a combination of two old subjects: Ethical Philosophy and Magical Foundations. So far, so good?” I watched him keep an eye on the class, waiting for an answer. Until everyone, practically in unison, replied: “Yesss”. “Great then… In these first classes, I will review the basic concepts of both subjects, such as basic elements of domination, main rules of each interpretive aspect, and of course… As you should know, it's the third year, which means we’ll have classes about the ENEL and how to prepare for it…” I kept an eye out, but got distracted as he went through the orientations, as they were the same as always. The sound of his voice filled the room with a constant rhythm, as if each word was measured. Then, he recaptured my attention when I noticed he began handing a small sheet to each student. “I want to give a simple test” he explained, extending his arm to the front row. “Just to check your level of attention on a few points” I took my sheet, and upon looking at the questions, I realized he wasn't exaggerating: they were basic, almost obvious, but required attention. After focusing on the questions for a few minutes that passed. The sound of pens scratching the paper. I, however, had already finished; I just stared at the sheet and its questions about authorship and common types of enchantments. Which strangely reminded me of the d