Chapter 1,695 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (10)
Chapter 1668 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (10)
After seeing little Bruce go to the other side of the long table to go to Barry and Harley to discuss Schiller's hand injury, Schiller showed a smile and said: "My other personality has nothing to do with that broken machine."
The paper machine is a little curious, and I feel very sorry for the harm caused by his reckless operation."
"Tch." Victor made a rather disdainful snort, and Anna shook her head. Apparently she was used to hearing all kinds of nonsense from Schiller and didn't believe his words at all.
"Well, actually I need to get hurt, and one of my personality traits is particularly unlucky. As long as he floats up, there will always be all kinds of disasters, so I invited him to try to use the magical paper shredder
machine."
Schiller slowly rolled up the noodles on his plate with one hand until they formed a perfect spindle around his fork.
"I don't understand the meaning of this." Anna said very puzzledly: "If you want to get hurt, can't you just do it yourself?"
“Pain perception is not common across different personality traits.”
Anna and Victor looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces were "That's okay?!" and "Don't you think you are a little wicked?".
Opposite the long table, little Bruce had squeezed in between Barry and Harley. Barry moved his stool to the side with some disgust, looked at little Bruce with dissatisfaction and said, "Why are you coming here if you don't have a good meal?
"
"Did you guys see that? That Rodriguez's hand was injured."
Harley's chewing movement paused, but Barry raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Schiller. Although the distance was far away, he could still see one of Schiller's hands under the table.
"What does this prove?" Harley took a sip of oatmeal and said, "Maybe he just doesn't want to use this hand today. I don't think anything can hurt him."
"But don't you think this is a coincidence?" Little Bruce put down his plate and cutlery, then stood up and picked up a piece of bread from the front with tongs and put it on his plate, and said: "We just saw it yesterday
Someone's arm was injured by a tree demon, and today his arm was tucked into his sleeve and he didn't take it out."
"You doubt Dean Rodriguez?"
"He is indeed suspicious."
Barry sighed and said: "I really don't understand why you are looking for trouble. Why on earth are we involved in these things? Can't we just stay away?"
"So I said you are a fool." Little Bruce seemed to be in a better mood and no longer so irritable. He just still said in that mocking tone: "Do you think these things have nothing to do with us?"
"Is not it?"
Little Bruce sneered and said, "What do you think is most lacking in the wizarding world now?"
Barry was a little confused at how quickly the topic changed, and Bruce asked quickly: "What kind of people do you think this academy will ultimately cultivate?"
"Of course he is a powerful magician."
"But are the magicians the most powerful? Aren't those angels and devils the most powerful? All the power used by magicians comes from them. What's the use of just being powerful? Aren't the great mages in the magic world powerful before?"
Barry was left speechless by Little Bruce's question, and then Little Bruce said in a flurry of words: "If you know a little bit about the history of the magical world, you will know that the terrible situation the magical world is today has nothing to do with personal ability.
, the problem is the position.”
"Constantine told me that there are too many betrayers in the magic world. They may be intentional or unintentional, but in short they stand on the standpoint of angels and devils and harm humans. In the end, the magic world has completely become the bag of these powerful beings.
It threatens the interests of all mages, and even the interests of ordinary people."
"The magic academy established in this universe is to reverse this situation, so their purpose is not to cultivate the abilities of magicians, but to strengthen the stance of future magicians."
"So what does this have to do with you being involved in these things?" Barry still didn't understand.
Little Bruce sighed speechlessly and said: "Besides greasy sausages, can your mind be filled with anything else? Didn't I make it clear enough?"
"Barry, now, there is a room that contains the energy core of the magic defense network that is vital to mankind, and the teacher and senior students have repeatedly emphasized that they must not go near that room, so what should we do?
"Harry turned to look at Barry and asked.
"What else can we do? Isn't it better to abide by school rules?"
"Then one day we learned from angels and demons that there is a certain treasure placed somewhere. Do you also have to abide by their rules and never violate them?"
"Well……"
Harley drank the last mouthful of porridge from the spoon, pushed the bowl aside and said: "As I said, many magicians do not betray humans voluntarily, and sometimes they are not even controlled by angels and demons, but
Circumstances told them that it was right to obey their Lord and God, so they did so."
"The vast majority of ordinary people simply do not have the ability to escape from a certain environment, so it is completely wrong to advocate the argument that 'not successful enough means not working hard enough'. Without the ability to escape from the environment, even if you work hard to death, you will still be in a certain class.
Swirling around."
"In the face of beings that are much more powerful than us, rebellion, questioning and resistance to power are the most critical keys to maintaining ourselves. This is probably the first lesson that all students must take."
Barry frowned deeply. He felt that he understood something. He rubbed the fork in his hand and said: "So this is actually a trap woven by all the teachers and professors? Or it is an entrance exam.
?”
"Otherwise, what else can you do? Don't you think there are too many loopholes in this?" Little Bruce cut the bread hard with the knife in his hand and said: "At the beginning of the new semester, I repeatedly emphasized that a certain place is dangerous.
You must not go to a certain place. If it is really that dangerous, why not just use magic to get a few cubes of cement to seal the entire corridor? How many students can break through this physical barrier? "
Barry opened his mouth, and suddenly he felt that what little Bruce said made sense.
In a school, a group of teachers repeatedly emphasize to a group of students that they cannot go to a certain place, but they do not take any safety protection measures for this place. This is indeed very unreasonable.
Even if magic energy is precious, wouldn't it be enough to block the entire corridor with something? The rooms in the corridor on the fourth floor do not carry out any teaching activities at all, and blocking it will not affect the normal operation of the school at all. So why?
No?
"The biggest loophole is the injured student." Little Bruce rolled his eyes and said.
"First, use repeated emphasis and submission to establish an impression of authority, then give an example of a student being seriously injured to scare everyone, and then use this example to repeatedly emphasize the rules and create a spirit in everyone's hearts.
shackles."
"Just like what those angels and devils did to the mages." Harry sighed softly and said while biting finger biscuits: "First establish a religious worship, give believers the power to kill the pagans to scare the monkeys, and then emphasize again.
'Those who obey me will prosper and those who go against me will perish'. It doesn't take thousands of years. As long as one generation listens to God's instructions, the imprint of piety and obedience will be imprinted on everyone's heart."
Barry shivered. He felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat and his fingertips were shaking a little. Then he said, "In other words, if I meet the devil now and he treats me like this, I will really listen to him."
?”
"Most people do." Little Bruce's tone brought some other emotions. He said: "I can't understand what you are thinking at all. You are so forgetful, lazy to think, and have no sensitivity. You live in this world.
Among you, I feel like I'm in the company of a bunch of rocks."
"But this group of stubborn and stupid stones had so many tears. They didn't even sympathize with their own stupidity, but wanted to sympathize with me. I obviously just told my true feelings, but they thought I was being unreasonable.
.”
Harley glanced at little Bruce, turned the biscuit in her hand and said, "I have long been used to this. I told my parents that they might die, but they just thought I was crazy, and they really died."
, everyone gathered around me, hugged me and cried, saying how pitiful I was and how much suffering I would go through in the future. They called this love, but I was only attracted by their abundant emotions, stupid guesses and the malice hidden behind them.
The noise gives me a headache.”
"Without this group of so-called people who love me, I am alone and alone. I don't know how free I am. My current state is the best since I was born, but they only think that I am a poor orphan.
.”
Little Bruce stopped eating, picked up the napkin next to him, wiped his mouth and said: "When I was very young, I discovered that many things that I can understand at a glance cannot be observed by ordinary people, and cannot be observed by others.
Understand, I understand but I can’t think of the reasons, I know the reasons but I can’t think of the countermeasures, I think of the countermeasures but I can’t put them into action, even if I do take action, it’s always full of loopholes and it’s a mess.”
"I often feel that you and I are not the same animal." Little Bruce turned away his eyes indifferently and said: "I would rather go to the sky to be with bats than roll around in a pile of stones and be pitied by a group of idiots, although people often
It is said that people cannot understand each other, but I obviously do not understand everyone."
As soon as Barry opened his mouth to speak, Bruce interrupted him and said, "But I have no interest in understanding you. I'm just fine on my own."
After saying that, he jumped off the chair and walked alone outside the auditorium door.
But what he said didn't have as little impact on him as he thought. At least he couldn't separate himself from the logical thinking of the conversation for a while, so when he bumped into someone's face,
At the same time, he still felt a little surprised.
"boom."
Little Bruce covered his head and took two steps back, but the other person didn't move at all. When little Bruce opened his eyes again and found that what he saw was not another child holding his nose and crying, he knew that he might have hit him.
A professor.
The first thing that catches the eye is an extremely luxurious and complicated magic robe. The lining is dark blue like the deep sea, and the edges are embroidered with complex patterns with gold thread. Followed by is a long black robe like other professors, but it also has a very special appearance.
The complex dark patterns composed of finely chopped bamboo leaves and vines may also drag longer than other people's robes.
Little Bruce looked up and saw a pair of blue eyes as bright as polar glaciers, and a face that was almost exactly the same as his.
