The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1670 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone ([-])

"I'm afraid I can only tell you with regret, Professor Schiller, that edible plants that can be cultivated in large quantities are really clueless. Everything I grow can be eaten, but the problem is, I'm afraid no one will embrace them. Harvesting them at the risk of punching a broken bone is a bit too exciting, even for a farmer in Gotham."

"And what about the guard plants you mentioned earlier, Professor Pamela?"

"That has some clues." Pamela nodded and said, "Bruce and I both think there is a problem with Gotham's rainwater, so we tried to collect some rainwater to water the plants and conduct a controlled experiment."

"After several sets of experiments, we found a suitable ratio. After watering the plants, some crazy factors can be produced in their bodies, but this is not the bad kind of madness."

"The explanation of this kind of madness in the occult world is more like 'excited vitality'. You can understand this as a plant stimulant. Plants that have been watered by Gotham rainwater for a long time have stimulant residues in their bodies."

"And if I use the power of the green of all things to stimulate the plants produced by this crazy factor, it will have a very powerful attack power and can also be used as a guard."

"But I heard before that some of the plants you cultivated would beat people uncontrollably?"

"It's unavoidable. Anything in this world that goes crazy will be very aggressive. However, after several rounds of iterations, the latest tree guard I have created can already understand basic commands."

"But it's not that perfect, is it?"

"Of course, there is still a lot of room for improvement. They can only understand very simple instructions, such as staying there and waiting, who to hit, and under what circumstances to hit someone."

"The same goes for the Dryad Sergey that Night Master Jim borrowed from you to take on the guard duty, right?"

"Yes, the wizarding world is in chaos and a lot of waste is waiting to be done. Jim, the master of the night, is very busy and can't guard the Sorcerer's Stone himself, so he borrows Sergey to guard the warehouse where the Sorcerer's Stone is stored. This can save him a lot of energy. It is also enough to deal with the students who have just entered the school."

"With all due respect, Miss, I'm afraid it's not just the students who will be eyeing the Sorcerer's Stone, right? I don't intend to question your ability. It's just that a tree demon that is not under control can really complete the guarding work well?"

"Don't worry, Professor Schiller, the order that Master of the Night Jim gave Sergey before he left, made it attack anyone who wanted to break into that room indiscriminately."

"Sorry, the scope of the forced entry is..."

"Of course they want to smash the door without the key. Although I don't think magicians have a way to break through the enchanted door, as long as they have similar attacks, they will be attacked by Sergey."

"So that's the case, Master of the Night Jim really thought about it very carefully, but I heard that a student broke in there yesterday and unfortunately got injured..."

"It's inevitable. Maybe he just entered by mistake, or maybe he deliberately wanted to violate the school rules, but Sergey doesn't care about that much. Its madness makes it impossible to distinguish whether it is an intruder or a curious person. student."

The three students who were hiding in the room and poked their heads out heard Schiller's clear "Oh", and then the voice began to get smaller and smaller, obviously the two of them walked away.

"God, he's trying to trick her!" Barry jumped out and said, covering his mouth nervously, "Professor Rodriguez seems to want to know the dryad's weakness!"

Harry rolled his eyes for a moment, showing an imperceptible smile, and said, "If according to our previous speculation, this may be a trial, then who do you think organized it?"

"I just heard Professor Pamela mention a man named 'Night Master Jim'." Little Bruce narrowed his eyes and said, "Who is he? Is he a magician?"

"He is the acting principal of this school, and he has a high reputation in the magic world, but I don't know much else." Harry said.

"Then I think we should look for information." Bruce Jr. frowned and said, "Especially the information about the professors who have been with us day and night, and the truth about what happened in the magic world before."

"Then we have to go to the library." Barry looked out the window and said, "There are two classes in the morning and three classes in the afternoon. I'm afraid we don't have much time, but there are no classes tomorrow afternoon. It's self-study. Thought we could go and see."

"You don't object to our participation in this matter?"

"Compared to this, I want to know the truth of the strange things that are revealed here and there." Barry sighed, and said: "If no one finds out the solution to the problem, do students have to go to the four Is the building sent to death? Is this really what a school should do?"

"It was never just a school."

Harry only said such a slightly profound sentence, and fell silent.

The last class in the evening of this day was Schiller's basic magic theory class. Schiller still wore the mage's robe, walked into the classroom, and spoke after tidying up a little.

"I know that many newcomers have too many unrealistic and beautiful fantasies about the magic world, and this course is a heavy hammer to crush your fantasies."

"It is a pity to us all that you will not hear any magical or dreamy fairy tales in this class. The stories or history of the characters involved in the basic theory of magic class are very heavy, because human beings A small step taken by such a weak creature in the occult world is accompanied by a lot of bones."

Accompanied by Schiller's low and slow tone, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became low.

"The basic theory of magic is also a very boring subject. You have to recite countless runes and learn five to six complex ancient languages ​​that have long been lost in ordinary people's society. All religious classics, look for every trace of the emergence of mysticism from the vast history books."

Everyone stared at the professor in front of the stage in silence, and Schiller's words caused the atmosphere that had already sunk to the bottom to drop again and again.

"But this knowledge cannot be directly transformed into your strength, and the education in the magic world is far less important than in ordinary society. It is not even your stepping stone."

"If you want this knowledge to really work, and if you want your knowledge to truly become a sharp sword, you must go deeper, until you are more proficient than the witnesses of these events, that is, great beings such as angels and demons, Only then can we really have the advantages that ordinary people don’t have.”

"But fortunately, you have this opportunity now. In the past many years, this knowledge was not even on the table. The magicians abandoned it and only competed who could borrow more power. to waste."

"In order not to repeat the same mistakes, I must once again emphasize to you the most important one of all school rules - all teachers and students in this school must not have any contracts with angels or demons, only in this way can the purity of teaching be guaranteed, because many controls And manipulation happens silently, inadvertently."

"If you hear any strange voices or some evil whispers, please report to the dean of your college or any professor immediately, and absolutely no response is allowed, understand?"

All the students nodded vigorously. Since they entered the school, all the teachers have been emphasizing to them how dangerous angels and demons are, and how deceptive they are, so many students feel a little afraid of this, and don't There is no intention of contacting in advance.

"But one of you has actually been exposed to the power from heaven." Schiller's words once again ignited the atmosphere in the room, and suddenly noisy discussions flooded the entire room.

"Has any of us been in contact with angels?" Barry looked left and right with his eyes wide open, but little Bruce frowned.

"Bruce Wayne!" Schiller called out the name, then set his eyes on Bruce, and everyone turned their heads to stare at Bruce in an instant.

"I know that through the relationship of that Dean Wayne, you can get in touch with magic in advance, but you think you have mastered the use of the runes of the holy power, and you can see the true face of the angel, and you can ridicule all those who have not experienced it. Is the partner in this matter an idiot?"

"Or, some early exposure to the heavens, so that the temptation of the angels will continue to appear in your ears for the next few decades, and the behaviors that are more or less controlled or manipulated by them are the real ones. madness?"

With a bang, a vacuum area was created around Bruce, except for Barry, almost all the freshmen moved away from Bruce at the fastest speed.

This is not a joke. The previous catastrophe in the magic world was caused by the fact that many mages were controlled by angels and demons and lost their minds, leading to civil war. This is the version of the truth that the students heard, and in this case, they can only believe it. .

"Do you think you are the chosen one?" Schiller sneered slightly, staring at the stubborn blue eyes of little Bruce and said: "Every magician who loses his mind and attacks the same kind because of control has once Thinking this way, in the wizarding world, everything you think you have mastered freely is nothing but a trap to lure and manipulate you, and the little lamb that fell into it is the real idiot."

Bruce Jr. clenched his fists, the first time he showed such agitated anger, but Schiller just gave him one last look, then walked to the podium and said, "Let's start!"

After class, the flow of people began to divert from where Bruce Jr. was, forming an obvious vacuum zone around him. Bruce Jr. took a deep breath standing around, looked up at Schiller who was standing in front of the podium to pack his things, and said in a low voice : "Very well, I have to thank you for helping me avoid trouble, do you really think I like staying with these idiots?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, he felt his arm being grabbed, and Barry asked behind him, "Where are you going? Didn't you say that we will go to the library to look up information together?"

"Aren't you worried that I'm being controlled by angels?"

"It's because I'm worried that I have to look at you. I suspect that you are so irritable because of the influence of magic power. If you go crazy, I can go to the professor immediately."

Little Bruce shook off his arm speechlessly, and at this moment Harry followed up, chasing after the two of them and saying with a smile.

"Don't worry, even if you really go crazy, I can do it."

"what do you have……"

As soon as Barry said this, he saw Harry take out a round thing from the handbag he was carrying the textbook.

Barry took a closer look and then gasped together with Bruce, because in Harry's hand was a round, smooth, factory-new factory-ex-Soviet F-1 defensive fragmentation grenade.

　Hahaha all right!

　　Just for this vinegar-wrapped magic academy dumpling!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)