"Prove it." he said with a narrow eyed growl.
"Pick a school." I said not bothered at all.
"Conjuration." he rumbled.
I held out my hand pointing to the decent sized empty space to the immediate left of the counter and summoned my toad. The purple portal swirled and the thing appeared with the legs of some other creature hanging out of it's mouth.
"Ribbit!" the thing croaked in complaint as it finished downing it's food.
I rolled my eyes at it "Yes I know bad time, sorry. You can go back now." I said sending it back before looking at the Orc again.
"Hmm, the [summon mount] spell? Only way you should be able to understand a Bothet unless you were stupid enough to leave a mental connection open." he said with a look of genuine surprise if only slight.
"Is that what he is? I just refer to him as a toad. He seemed to agree too." I said casually.
"Aye, they are amphibious. Native to the Fields of regret, like most things from there it's innocuous appearance is a trick. I'm curious how you managed to contract one as a mount. I'd even be willing to buy the spell off of you for a decent sum since it would make a fine addition to the library." he said gruffly.
I scratched my head awkwardly "Actually I didn't actively choose to summon him. I sort of mixed the soul resonative bits of the [summon familiar] spell into the matrix for this one when I reverse engineered it. So the spell just summons the most compatible mount sized creature to you before making the connection permanent so it will only summon that creature from now on." I explained honestly.
He scratched his white beard with a thoughtful expression at that. "It adds a touch of unpredictability to it but it does solve for the missing targeting aspect of the incomplete matrixes available these days." he said eventually.
"That's why I consider the spell only half a success. It works but what you get in the end is wholly dependent on what is most compatible with your soul signature. You could very easily end up with something uncontrollable like a Tyrant." I said with a sigh.
"True enough. I'll still count it. Now, do destruction." he said gruffly.
I held up my hand again and clenched my fist before releasing a purple orb that floated above my palm with lightning crackling across it.
He frowned as he looked at it "I don't recognize that spell. What is it?" he asked with an intrigued look.
"A fusion spell of [chain lightning] and [mage light]. I call it [tribolt]." I say as I unmake it slowly to prevent any accidents.
"What's it do?" he asked.
"I release it and then choose three targets. From there it splits into three bolts of lightning that homes in on those targets. Good for taking out three stationary targets at once." I explained.
He nodded "That one is a success I take it?" he asked and I nodded.
"Fully stable and works as intended with no deviations." I said proudly.
"I've seen enough. You are either a genius or a fool to practice so many schools at once, time will tell. Give me a moment to write out a list of books to start with on conjuration." he said as he took out a piece of parchment and a used the quill and inkwell on the counter to scribble out a list.
I looked over the list as he wrote it out and most of it was new to me but there were a couple tomes I had already studied. I pointed them out and told him that freely. He just grunted and scratched them out before continuing to write out new tomes. The final list came to an intimidating fifty eight different tomes.-
"These should suffice to polish your foundation in conjuration good enough to last you to at least expert. You'll need more advanced works after that. You can only borrow five at maximum simultaneously. They DON'T leave the college, am I understood?" he said firmly as he handed over the list.
I nodded "Understood. You still want my version of the [summon mount] spell?" I asked.
"Hmm, might as well. Even if it's not a perfect spell it still has academic value as a reference." he said after a moment before pulling out a blank book. "Copy it all down in whatever time you have to spare, i'll pay for it when you turn it over." he said gruffly.
I accepted that and put the blank book away before braving the rows of books in search of the first five.
The shelves were thankfully well organized by school and even further again by subject. The first five on the list were a set of treaties, formulae and theory tomes on the nature of conjuration. Basic level stuff sure but not something you find circulating in the public knowledge pool. I grabbed the tomes with utmost care and brought them to the Orc who scanned them with his eyes before grunting an acknowledgement. After that I took the books back to my "room" and sat at the desk to dive right in. I'd love to say I enjoyed it greatly and it was all fascinating and exciting information but that would be a massive lie.-
It was dull and dreadfully boring stuff. Besides studying as hard as I could I did set up something to give me some privacy in my "room". It wasn't anything fancy but I'd literally went up to the stone side of the mountainous edge of Winterhold and used [shape earth] the carve out a stone slab big enough to fit in my doorway, with a handle. I then casually used my ridiculous strength to carry it up into the college and set it in place. I had to shape it a bit more to get it perfect but now I had a door so my "room" was officially a room.-
I got a LOT of strange looks when I carried the slab up to my room initially but once everyone saw what it was for those looks turned into envy. Apparently nobody ever considered just making their own door. That changed with my actions though. I'll admit the new doors that popped up really made the personal quarters of the college more lively to look at. Some people made doors that were living plants, others used plain wooden and iron doors. I even saw one that was an honest to gods mirror you could walk through.-
I never attended any lessons over the next three weeks of intense study which apparently made some of the masters concerned. I was on the last three pages of the second to last book on my list when I heard a firm but not impatient knock on my stone door. I got up and grabbed the handle before rotating the slab into the "open" position to see who it was. There with that laid back grandpa energy was Tolfdir.