"No, no," Dean Potter was sweating with fright, this Imhotep looked to be someone you just don't mess with, bald and muscular, he even suspected that this Mage might actually be a Melee Mage, probably could kill him with a single punch.
"Today, our main focus is to learn and observe, I can tell at a glance that Director Imhotep must be very busy with his duties, so I won't bother him any longer."
"That's all right," Zhang Menglong gave a look to Imhotep.
"Hmph, coward!" Imhotep looked disdainfully at the four principals before suddenly morphing into sand and flying back to the academy.
"Sorry about that, Director Imhotep has a bit of a temper," Zhang Menglong explained, "Shall we go see something else?"
"Sure! Let's go check out other places!" Dean Potter couldn't wait to leave this magic academy's Floating Island; heaven knows if some badass student might pop up and hit him with an Avada Kedavra, he couldn't afford that kind of embarrassment!
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