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Chapter 10

I spent the next two weeks preparing for finals. I helped Nyxra on our demonology project, but the main thing I did for her was to gather the ingredients she needed. She had decided our best course of action was to summon me a demonic familiar for our project. She had already summoned one for herself, her cat, so she thought it would be great if I had one as well.

Since demonic familiars are very helpful and because she was already familiar with the spell, we both decided this was the best choice for us. Since I would be the one to receive the familiar it was only fair that I was supplying all the ingredients, many of which were very expensive. I also had to supply a large amount of blood as well.

Nyxra had only told me that she would need at least a gallon of blood. Apparently the blood had to be my own blood, something she hadn’t mentioned before. Luckily with my new body losing a gallon of blood had no negative effects on me. I was starting to wonder if I was even a witch anymore.

I spent the majority of my time working on my skeleton warrior, often working late into the night. I decided what I needed most was a skeleton with mid-range attacks with high defensive abilities. I would give it the ability to cast magic, though that would greatly increase the difficulty in creating my skeleton. Though it would be great to use it as a constant bodyguard I knew portability was also important. Unfortunately I didn’t have the necessary knowledge to make a skeleton with magical abilities that was portable. I had no choice but to visit the school library.

Whenever a student of the Freak College wished to learn new techniques outside of class or any obscure bit of magical knowledge they would come here. The library was in the center of the school. There was nothing special looking about it from the outside except that it was a larger building than the rest.

Inside, the floor was polished white marble tiles. Marble columns towered throughout the library. It had the stereotypical librarian, a lady at least in her fifties with her hair up in a bun wearing thick black rimmed glasses. Anyone that dared to make a noise was immediately shushed.

Despite the apparent normalcy of the library I was still excited beyond words. Inside these walls were bookshelves full of grimoires and other books on real magic. It was a collection of books that took the school decades to acquire at no small expense.

This was not a room full of books containing boring plays about dumb teens who ended up dying from stupidity and poison. The books here didn’t have stories about fake witches or fake fairies. The books in this library could show you how to open portals to hell or teach you how to speak the language of mermaids. This was a room for spell books that could change the very fabric of reality. Methods to raise an army of the dead or transport you to the other side of the universe existed within these walls.

I guess if you like to hang out in normal libraries with stories about white whales or math books that’s alright too. I mean, platypuses are kind of cool.

There were a total of three levels and on the first floor were just the most common of books. As soon as I entered the first level I was overwhelmed by the sea of books before me. A sea of books that I felt could drown me in their limitless knowledge. I could see one enormous bookshelf after another. Each contained countless books of different sizes and colors. As I walked amongst the towering maze of bookshelves I felt small and humbled. Most of all, I felt at home.

I headed straight towards the back of the library where the stairs were located and climbed up to the next level. The second floor had much more advanced spells, including books on golem making, enchanting weapons, and more. The higher you went the more powerful or profound the books were. I continued climbing the stairs until I reached the top. Only the rarest and most powerful spell books were placed on the top floor.

Unlike the first two floors, the third floor had two guards standing outside. Each wore golden enchanted armor and weapons. Each had been trained in magical combat. Neither looked happy to see me. As I stepped forward neither of them stepped to block me. Each had memorized the faces and names of all the students in the school despite the hundreds of students currently enrolled in the school.

The school’s library held some of the most truly supreme divine abilities of our world. The books on the top floor went beyond ordinary. The Freak College was the oldest school of magic in the world and over time they had amassed a lot of knowledge. Amongst the most precious books the school owned, the rarest and most powerful were housed on the top floor and the knowledge within them was not casually taught to students. The power of the knowledge within these books filled me with a blazing fire. I scanned the bookshelves until I found the necromancer section.

Around the walls of the top floor stood several guards. They were also wearing enchanted armor except their armor was silver instead of gold. The guards outside were veteran fighters meant to protect the library’s most precious knowledge from people. The guards inside were younger and were meant to protect people from the library’s precious knowledge.

I kept my guard up at all times as I entered the third floor. Amongst the ceiling were several books flapping around. They dove and glided around in different aerial displays. Every so often I had to duck as a book would glide down and try to take a bite out of me. If