Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Two more days have passed since the conversation, and Dumbledore was almost an apprentice with He Shenyan. But neither of them felt that something was wrong. Dumbledore even felt that his energy had returned to his youth. He no longer cared about those political considerations and precise calculations, but simply learned and felt the rhythm of every bit of magic.

Just like now, he is learning the most basic meditation according to He Shenyan. He Shenyan asked him to sit down with his knees crossed, with the soft blanket acting as a pad under him, and a special fragrance made his thoughts drift into the clouds. Dumbledore heard He Shenyan's voice, as if it was in his ear and in the distance: "You have always used a magic wand to cast spells before, so it may be a little difficult for you, but it doesn't matter. As long as you master the magic power and let it go to you It's like stepping through the door with a half foot. Now listen carefully to every word I say."

"Relax." He did as he was told, and his body completely relaxed, even more than sleep.

"It's good, it's quick to get into the state. But tomorrow you're going to try to get out of the potion and go into a completely empty state. Next, imagine you're floating."

He began to imagine that he was floating... At the same time that this thought came out of his heart, he felt a strange joy, as if he was in a dream, and everything around him was far away from him, and He Shenyan's voice became more and more More and more ethereal. The surrounding scene gradually became full of fluorescence, and he floated naked in a white space with many fluorescent balls. Dumbledore was a little surprised, he wanted to put on his clothes, so the next second, his robe appeared on him, still his favorite crescent color.

"Very well, now tell me what you saw."

He heard his own voice, and the energy and excitement in that voice made him wonder: Is this my voice?

"There's light everywhere... white light spots, I'm in a pure white space."

"Try to grab a spot of light. But don't use your hands, but rely on 'thinking'."

According to He Shenyan's words, he imagined that the light spot closest to him was caught in his hand, but he didn't extend his hand, and the light spot flew over by himself.

"I got it."

"Open your eyes." He Shenyan said. So Dumbledore opened his eyes, the ethereal and safe feeling disappeared, and he was surprised to find that he was holding a white magic ball in his hand. Dumbledore laughed, many of his wrinkles disappeared: "This...? This is magic?"

"It's your magic. The space you just entered...whatever you call it, the soul space, the Garden of Eden, the Tree of Kabbalah, the palace...whatever you want, that's where your magic is stored. He Shenyan explained patiently, and he also clicked on his temples: "Usually, magic is stored in the brain. It complements your soul and will. As your magic rises, your physical It will be very close to the soul unconsciously. The greatest effect of insisting on meditation is that the mages are no longer afraid of the devil, because the devils have no ability to take away the soul of another magist. Our soul belongs to us only, and we are completely free. "

Dumbledore looked at the soft ball of light in his hand. He could feel the connection between this small ball of light and himself. He asked, "In the world you came from, are all mages like you?"

"Which aspect are you referring to? Of course they are not as strong as me. One of them should be 30% as good as me." He Shenyan shrugged. Dumbledore continued: "No... I mean, are they all as willing to teach such knowledge as you are?"

"Of course... not." When talking about this issue, He Shenyan came to the fore. He smiled and said: "In fact, before the seventeenth century, the mages were still hiding that little knowledge from people. Usually it was passed down from the family, but if the son or daughter was not talented. They also A person who can write a book and take it to the grave, and who has the ability to dig it out, if he happens to have the talent and time, then he can learn it. After the seventeenth century, as my teacher became the supreme mage, she traveled around The nations united the loose mages. After that, we shared knowledge and helped each other—so to speak, you know."

With a wave of his hand, a thick book appeared in the air, gave Dumbledore a look at the cover of "Soul Experiment Basics and High-end Applications", and then scattered it: "Anyway, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be able to see these Baby antiques. And magic won't improve. No matter how talented a person is, he can't beat a group of people behind closed doors. This is one of the reasons why I want you all to learn real magic. In addition to the way of use, I also want to see what kind of surprises you will bring to me when you fully develop your talents."

He patted the classics and said a few offensive words with a smile. The disdain for wizards was unabashed in his tone, but Dumbledore wasn't angry, at least he was honest enough. And it's true. In two days, he started from the construction theory of magic, and then went to the combination of spirit and will. Until today's meditation and magic release, but in just two days, he completely agreed with He Shenyan's evaluation of the wizards: abusing talent.

Because it really is.

It's not that they don't work hard, nor are they talented. But what I have learned is taking a detour and entering an infinite loop.

"Okay, the break is almost over. If you're interested in the history of my world, I can also give you a few books when this crash course is over, and then you can read it for yourself. Get ready now, I want Teach you how to use your will to affect the real world - which can be a little painful."

pain? Dumbledore didn't understand what he meant for a while, knowing that He Shenyan slapped his forehead. A huge amount of magic power directly shot his soul out of his body. With a sharp pain, he was shocked to see his body still sitting cross-legged on the spot, even breathing slowly. "This? Am I dead?"

"How is that possible! And even if you are really dead, I have a way to pull you back." He Shenyan shook his head, and he continued: "I just want you to see this process from the perspective of your soul, so that you will see Relatively clear. By the way, let me reveal a little knowledge, the eye of the soul can usually see more than the naked eye, and it is the same in all aspects."

He stretched out his right hand, and the black magic power gathered into a ball in the palm of his hand, He Shenyan reminded: "See clearly!"

As his voice fell, the ball gradually twisted and deformed in his palm, and after a minute, it became a piece of bread.

He Shenyan took a bite, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the taste is alright. This spell is the basis of a series of transfiguration, you can call him bread making. Sometimes I will dress up as **** when I'm bored and go out. Divide bread for the homeless. The point is to fully understand how bread is made, how it tastes, how it tastes, how it smells - of course, it's okay not to know the taste, you just need to think that it will fill your stomach. You need to rely on the spirit and Will drive magic, use imagination to turn magic into bread. You can change anything else, as you like. As soon as you succeed the first time, the working principle of this spell and the flow of magic will be engraved in your mind, At that time, you don’t need to think about it, you can make bread with a wave of your hand.”

"But more advanced, UU reading www.uukanshu.com needs to memorize the spell model. This kind of magic does not require preparation." After he finished speaking, he ate the remaining half of the bread in one bite, and took it easy. Send Dumbledore's soul back to his body. He said, "Now, try it out. Change it to whatever you like."

Dumbledore did as he was told, the soft white light ball in his hand only moved a little after five minutes, and Dumbledore's forehead was already dripping with fine beads of sweat. He Shenyan did not urge or make a sound. He patiently watched the efforts of his first pupil—who hasn't cast spells for the first time? The first time is always very hard.

Ten minutes later, the ball of light turned into a small long strip. Fifteen minutes later, Dumbledore was already sweating profusely. His eyes widened behind the crescent lenses and he gritted his teeth. And that ball of light finally turned into a small white candy.

"Very good, let's taste it." A smile broke out on He Shenyan's face, and he suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. Dumbledore took a breath and threw the candy into his mouth. The familiar taste made him laugh, and the old man's smile was as innocent as a child's: "It seems that the sugar I have eaten for so many years is not for nothing."

He Shenyan pulled him up from the ground, made a gesture, the door of the basement opened, and he said, "Go and rest for a while now. The spirit needs to be restored, and prolonged spellcasting will cause some minor problems. Tiredness It's one of the most obvious symptoms. Stop when you're tired and don't wear spells unless you have to, understand?"

Dumbledore nodded, and he went upstairs to the yard to bask in the sun. When he walked out of the basement, He Shenyan snapped his fingers again. He took out a blank book with the cover of "The Compendium of Novice Spells" and started compiling it.