Oh, they show it beautifully in fairy tales: the magician waves his magic wand - and it’s done. And here, under the strict supervision of the teacher, you have to cram the spells. And who invented them so long? As luck would have it, the partner he got was a slob. He’s not trying to act like a gentleman and make my life easier. Eh, no luck. Either the werewolf will drive me, poor thing, up a tree, or my partner will drag me into suspicious tunnels. Then get away from any dirty tricks in your heels. This is how I live now - either I hunt evil spirits, or they hunt me...