Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Teacher, did you know that my pigeon disappeared near your home the day before yesterday?"

"Pigeons?" Zhao Mai thought about the menu at home these past two days, and then shook his head: "No, I haven't seen your pigeons. Why, do you use pigeons for delivery?"

"No, I use an owl." The round-faced student shook his head. The plan of using pigeons to ambush the teacher seems to have failed, but how it failed is still a mystery. It's a pity that the pigeons trained with great difficulty flew to the teacher's house and heard nothing. So far no one can make Teacher Mike a fool, and no one can guarantee that he will get a high score in physical education. It has been eight classes, and everyone feels that they have benefited a lot, but no one knows how many people will eventually pass the exam.

Today's physical education class is very rare, instead of going to the Quidditch Stadium, I chose to be in the spell practice room of the castle. The last time Ms. Mike didn't know where to bring a group of Frost Skeletons, the classmates were frustrated. If not all weapons used by the skeletons are wrapped in cloth, and if the skeletons are not forbidden to attack with their teeth and claws, it will be difficult for everyone to survive.

The person who thought of flying the first time was eliminated in the first time. The skeletons with bows and arrows in their hands were going to shoot anyway, so they first aimed at the students who were trying to take off. After all, it was a parabola that could connect the air and the ground, which was equivalent to increasing the attack hit rate. After a shower of arrows, half of the pilots and part of the ground personnel have been "dead".

Fortunately, a few students reacted fast enough to release area protection spells together, which blocked the enemy's offensive under the mutual overlap. Once this kind of position is established, the remaining skeletons have no means of determining the outcome. Although Zhao Mai said, "These skeletons explode casually, don't feel distressed." But the ice undead named Skeletons is actually a ghoul, still let the students exhaust the means, and in the end they barely managed to win a tragic ending.

At the same time, the ground of the Quidditch stadium was completely destroyed, and they had to change places to continue the destruction, which is why they came to the spell practice room.

"Today's course is very important, so no one else is here to listen. What I am talking about today is likely to subvert your understanding." Zhao Mai raised a finger, waved to his side, and said: "Fluorescence flashes!"

Three egg-sized fluorescent **** are suspended in the air, emitting the intensity of candlelight. The students exclaimed "Wow", "Teacher, you can already cast spells without a magic wand!"

"It should be said that I didn't use a magic wand to cast spells before." Zhao Mai said to the students: "Today I am not going to teach you how to use magic wands. That will be involved in the upper grade class. I will not take credit for others. I’m going to say something else."

"You all know that I am from China, I have the ability of a magician, but I was not a magician before..."

"Teacher, what were you before?" The interrupted student immediately became everyone's hero. Everyone's eyes widened, hoping that Zhao Mai could answer this question.

"Want to know? It's actually very simple. I don't have any career. I drive around, write and write articles, and I'm an explorer in my heart... Closer to home. What I want to say is that my mother tongue is not English, let alone a spell The language used. According to a friend of mine, it is actually the research of a classmate of yours. The curse used now was not like this in the past."

"I wanted to know why this difference occurred, so I went to the library to look at the materials. Since the Dark Middle Ages, the Holy See instigated the hunt for wizards, the wizards hid and established schools, the curse has been like this. Part of it is because of the magic The spell system is relatively stable. On the other hand, it is because the wizard is too closed and too lazy. There are dozens of standard spells, and some people have some special spells, plus the alchemy formula, which is the whole magic. Four hundred This was basically the case a year ago, and you wizards think that these are enough now? Could it be that the things at the time were enough to lead the world for 400 years, enough to establish such a big advantage? A simple question, if it is really that leading, how was it persecuted in the first place? So miserable?"

Most of the students couldn't answer, but a few smarter students wanted to use "because the power was scattered and not united" to answer. However, under Zhao Mai’s training, they have learned the habit of not acting in a hurry, but thinking from multiple angles, so they immediately thought of a deeper question, "Are you united now? What does unity have to do with the spell?"

"Before you used spells to deal with me, do you want to make me ugly, or just make me a joke?" Zhao Mai snorted and said, "No one has succeeded yet, right? More than 90% of the reasons for your failure It's all the same, that is, you haven't cast the spell yet, and you have been disarmed by me, right?"

A weak "Yes..." rang.

"Your curse is a spell from four hundred years ago. It deals with an enemy four hundred years ago. Knights with long swords and shields, and archers who can hold heavy crossbows are considered high-level units. Knowing that I am and Is your difference? The enemies I face are all like this."

Zhao Mai flipped his wrist, Colt's revolver was already in his hand, and six consecutive shots shot, leaving six holes on the wall of the curse classroom. "You say everything is petrified, this thing only has a pop. Don't be convinced. Magic can indeed do many things that guns can't do. You can accomplish many magical weapon moves that Muggles absolutely can't. But, yours Magic can't protect myself. I think this is the biggest problem right now."

"You are in a more dangerous situation than your ancestors who were slaughtered four hundred years ago~www.NovelMTL.com~ and you still feel that you are stronger than ordinary people outside and you can do whatever you want with them. Where does your confidence come from? "Is it?" Zhao Mai said to the students: "It's a pity that all of you have been trying to defeat me since the beginning of school for more than two months, but all the methods are spells and alchemy potions. All of your eyes are still limited. In this wall of Hogwarts, in the small world of wizards. Even if you are locked in a nutshell, you still think you are the king of the infinite world. Do you know why your spells are not as fast as me? That’s because You all thought that magic was perfect, and you should follow the exercises in the books. In your heart, you have rejected the possibility that you can be faster, better, and better. The spell is very good, but it was four hundred years ago. It's good that the corpses chased by ordinary people are full of pain and tragedy. You should learn how to do better!"

"I chant faster than you, and have higher mana than you. Did someone ask why in private? You all know Addo. He doesn't have a good mind and can only say Addo, but his spells are fine. Don’t you think it’s weird? Is it because watching Addo is relatively slow, so you think he has nothing to learn? The same is the floating spell, a sentence of Addo, faster than the cumbersome chanting of Yugadim Leviosa There’s a lot. We have a saying in China, three people must have my teacher. It’s coming to the Christmas holiday. Everyone will complete an assignment, observe 20 people, find out the advantages they can learn from, and write a report to me. There must be no less than ten Muggles."