Chapter 1697 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone (XII)

"I'm afraid I can only regretfully tell you, Professor Schiller, that I really don't have any idea of ​​edible plants that can be cultivated in large quantities. Everything I grow is edible, but the problem is that I'm afraid no one will risk being punched and broken by them to harvest them. Even for Gotham's farmers, this is a bit too exciting."

"What about the guard plants you mentioned before, Professor Pamela?"

"That does give me some ideas." Pamela nodded and said, "Bruce and I both think there is something wrong with the rain in Gotham, so we found a way to collect some rainwater to water the plants and conduct control experiments."

"After conducting 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 a bad thing. That kind of madness."

"This kind of madness is explained more like 'excited vitality' in the mystical world. You can understand this as a plant stimulant. Plants that have been watered by Gotham rain 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 mad factor, they will have a very strong attack power and can also be used as guards."

"But I heard before that some of the plants you cultivated will hit people uncontrollably?"

"This is inevitable. Anything in this world will be highly aggressive after going crazy. However, after several rounds of iterations, my latest tree guards can already understand basic commands."

"But it's not perfect, right?"

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

"The same is true for Sergei, the tree demon that Master Night Jim borrowed from you to take on the guarding work, right?"

"Yes, the magic world is in chaos and needs to be rebuilt. Master Night Jim is very busy and can't guard the Philosopher's Stone himself, so he borrowed Sergei to guard the warehouse where the Philosopher's Stone is stored. This can save him a lot of effort and is enough to deal with those new students."

"Excuse me, Miss, I'm afraid it's not just the students who will target the Philosopher's Stone? I don't mean to question your ability, but can a tree demon that is not very controlled really do a good job of guarding? "

"Don't worry, Professor Schiller, the instructions that Master Night Jim set for Sergei before leaving made it indiscriminately attack anything that wants to break into that room ”

“Sorry, the scope of forced entry is…”

“Of course, if you want to break the door without a key, although I don’t think the magicians have a way to break through the magic door, as long as they have similar attacking actions, they will be attacked by Sergei. ”

“So that’s it, the Dark Night Master Jim is indeed very thoughtful, but I heard that a student broke in there yesterday and was unfortunately injured…”

“This is inevitable. Maybe he just got in by mistake, or maybe he deliberately wanted to violate the school rules, but Sergei doesn’t care so much. His madness makes it unable to distinguish whether the one coming is an intruder or a curious student. ”

The three students who were hiding in the room and poked their heads out heard Schiller’s clear “Oh”, and then the sound began to get smaller and smaller, obviously the two walked away.

"Oh my god, he's trying to trick her!" Barry jumped out and said, covering his mouth nervously, "Professor Rodriguez seems to want to know the tree demon's weakness!"

Harry's eyes turned, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then 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 called 'Master Jim of the Dark Night'." Little Bruce narrowed his eyes and said, "Who is he? Is he a magician?"

"He is the acting principal of this school and has a high prestige in the magic world, but I don't know more than that." Harry said.

"Then I think we should look for some information." Bruce 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 still two classes this morning and three classes in the afternoon. I'm afraid there is not much time, but there is no class tomorrow afternoon. It's self-study. I think we can go and have a look."

"You don't object to us getting involved in this matter?"

"Compared to this, I want to know the truth of this strange thing." Barry sighed and said, "If no one finds a solution, there will be students going to the fourth floor to die? Is this really what a school should do?"

"This has never been just a school."

Harry only said this slightly meaningful sentence and fell silent.

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

"I know that many freshmen have too many unrealistic and beautiful fantasies about the wizarding world, and this course is the hammer that shatters these fantasies of yours."

"What makes us all feel very sorry is that you will not hear any magical or dreamy fairy tales in this course. The character stories or history involved in the basic theory of magic course are very heavy, because human beings are like this. Every small step that such a weak creature takes in the world of mysticism is accompanied by numerous corpses.”

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Along with Schiller's low and slow tone, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually darkened.

"The basic theory of magic is also a very boring subject. You have to recite countless runes, learn five to six complex ancient languages ​​that have long been lost in ordinary society, and recite almost all the ancient languages ​​that have ever appeared in human history. All religious classics, search for every trace of the emergence of occultism from the vast history books."

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

"But this knowledge cannot be directly transformed into your power. Academic qualifications in the magical world are far less important than in ordinary society. It is not even a stepping stone for you."

"If you want this knowledge to truly work, and if you want your knowledge to truly turn into 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 truly have 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. Magicians abandoned it and only competed to see 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 of all school rules - all teachers and students in this school cannot make any contracts with angels or demons. Only in this way can the purity of teaching be guaranteed, because many controls and manipulation happens silently and unintentionally.”

"If you hear any strange sounds or some evil whispers, please report it immediately to the dean of your college or any professor. No response is allowed. Do you 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 they can confuse people's hearts, so many students feel a little afraid of this, and I have no intention of contacting you in advance.

"But one of you has actually come into contact with the power from heaven." Schiller's words once again ignited the atmosphere in the room, and the noisy discussion suddenly flooded the entire room.

"Have any of us come into contact with angels?" Barry stared and looked left and right, but little Bruce frowned.

"Bruce Wayne!" Schiller shouted the name, and then set his eyes on Bruce. In an instant, everyone turned to stare at Bruce.

"I know that through Dean Wayne's relationship, you were able to come into contact with magic in advance, but you think that you have mastered the use of the runes of sacred power, and can get a glimpse of the true appearance of angels, and you can mock all those who have not experienced it. Is this partner a fool?”

"Or, what is true is that you reveal your deeds to heaven early and let the temptations of angels appear in your ears for decades to come, and you are more or less controlled or manipulated by them. madness?"

With a "pop", a vacuum area vacated around Bruce. Except for Barry, almost all the freshmen moved away from Bruce as quickly as possible.

This is no joke. The previous disasters in the magic world were caused by many mages being controlled by angels and demons and losing their minds, triggering civil wars. 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 showed a slight sneer, staring at the stubborn blue eyes of little Bruce and said: "Every magician who lost his mind and attacked the same kind because of control has once In this way, in the magical world, everything you think you have mastered is just a trap to lure and manipulate you, and the little lamb who falls into it is the real fool. "

Little Bruce clenched his fists. It was the first time he showed such an excited and angry expression, but Schiller just gave him one last look, then walked to the podium and said: "Start class!"

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

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

"Aren't you worried about me being controlled by angels?"

"I have to watch you just because I'm worried. I suspect that you are so irritable because you are under the influence of magical power. If you go crazy, I can go to the professor immediately."

Little Bruce threw away his arm wordlessly, and at this time, Harley followed, chasing after the two of them and saying with a smile.

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

"What do you have..."

As soon as Barry said this, he saw Harley take out a round object from the handbag in which she was carrying her teaching materials.

Barry looked at it carefully, and then he and Bruce took a deep breath, because what Harley held in her hand was a round, smooth, factory-new Soviet F-1 defensive fragmentation grenade.