Hunting High School

Before Zheng Qing was eighteen years old, there was one thing he admired very much about the world of Life—let’s call it the world of science. That is to emphasize logic and seek truth from facts in everything.

For example, there are undulating white or blue-green flames floating over the cemetery in the middle of the night. According to their nature and composition, we can judge that those are just the spontaneous combustion reaction of phosphine with a low ignition point at room temperature.

Another example is that mountaineering enthusiasts encounter an avalanche in the mountains at an altitude of 6,000 meters. Geologists will tell you that it is because when the cohesive force inside the snow is stalemate with gravity, it is disturbed by external forces, such as rolling stones and footsteps. , wind, etc., the external pressure exceeds the cohesive force, which eventually leads to an avalanche.

Or a murder in a secret room occurred in a private club. After carefully inspecting the scene, carefully reviewing the video, and thinking hard about Meditation, the police can always deduce the truth based on the water stains left on the scene, the locked windows and doors, and the calm waiters. An ingenious but very reasonable way to kill.

It's just that this set of procedures doesn't work so well in the wizarding world, which is the world Zheng Qing lives in now.

Because this is a magical world.

In the magical world, the white or blue-green flames floating above the graveyard at night may be ghosts wearing colored contact lenses wandering around; an avalanche occurred on the top of the mountain, it may be that the titans are dueling for the position of the leader, or a snowman because of The long hair is hanging on the branch so it is throwing a temper tantrum; and the possibility of the secret room murder case is more - curses, potions, witchcraft, decapitation, nightmares, etc. - even if you have been in the wizarding world for less than half a year Zheng Qing from , can list a lot of similar methods.

That's a really bad thing about the wizarding world - eternal uncertainty.

You never know how far the result of your inference is from the truth.

Of course, there are plenty of bad things about the wizarding world. Just like the walls and floors of old houses, there will always be magic-thirsty molds that are not cleaned cleanly. From time to time, a pearl-colored ghost will appear in the house of the dead. , come home from dancing on his grave, only to find that he can still beat you up in your twelve-year-old elementary school graduation photos.

It is very sad to think about it.

But everything has two sides. Although the uncertainty of the conclusion increases the difficulty of the decision, it also reduces the difficulty of finding the answer in a certain way-when you face any difficult or unanswerable questions, you only need to shrug your shoulders and spread your hands , it's okay to say 'this is magic'.

like now.

The group of elves raised by Zheng Qing obviously had a serious physical problem. Theoretically speaking, elves who lack the matching life potion and use the potion prepared by the royal jelly in the sand to prolong their lives should have a series of abnormal symptoms before the theoretical expiration date of the potion arrives—such as dizziness, lethargy, For example, the ability to judge is reduced, the reaction speed is slowed down, and so on.

But according to Dr. Duzem's actual examination results, these elves are very healthy, completely illogically healthy, so healthy that the doctor who is a senior alchemist can't believe it.

"It's unscientific!" After hearing Dr. Duzem attribute the abnormality of the elf to himself, the young public fee student was stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't help shouting: "It doesn't make sense at all! Except what you told me Other than that, I never did anything more to them! Not at all!"

His voice was a little out of control, and it seemed very abrupt in this quiet small yard.

The old servant Konstantin, who was directing several copper pots of different colors to water and fertilize the herbs in the nursery, was startled by the young wizard's cry, and his hands shook. As a result, the three copper pots collided heavily. Together.

"Ah! You idiot! You were supposed to fly to the left just now! Didn't I tell you before?" A green copper pot screamed: "The pesticide in my stomach almost spilled...every drop of these medicines is worse than you That bellyful of water is worth a hundred times as much!"

"But I just flew to the left..." Another yellow copper pot timidly replied, trying to move the body of the pot back, trying to avoid the saliva sprayed on it by the green copper pot.

"Idiots! The two of you are in opposite positions, your left is its right!" The red copper pot sandwiched between the two pots sneered, first despising the yellow copper pot, and then using a mocking tone Said to the green copper pot: "Excuse me, the few taels of valuable potion in your stomach was not spilled in the collision just now, it was all sprayed out in your yelling saliva."

"I'm very sorry..." The yellow copper pot cautiously moved a little closer to the red copper pot.

"Who are you calling an idiot, Red Pot! Do you dare to compare the speed of killing insects with me!" After hearing the ridicule of the red copper pot, the green copper pot became more and more annoyed, and its voice became more and more sharp.

"So you are an idiot." The red copper pot continued to sneer: "I am not as stupid as you... I will compare the speed of killing insects with a bellyful of fertilizer and your insecticide."

"Shut up all three of you!" The old servant felt a pain in his head when he heard the noise of the three copper pots, and finally stomped the pickaxe in his hand in fright: "Young Master is busy with business over there... If you keep yelling, be careful I will smash you all with a hoe!"

"I said a long time ago that a copper pot should be hammered with a hoe if it has been used for more than a year, otherwise there will be too much dirt in the stomach, which will block the brain circuit... Now you are finally willing to listen." The pickaxe in the servant's hand hoarsely laughed.

The young public finance student vaguely heard what seemed to be a small commotion in the nursery not far away.

It's just that he is now fully focused on what Dr. Duzem said just now, and he is not in the mood to pay attention to the little things of a few brass quarrels.

"It's unscientific, it's impossible..." Zheng Qing muttered, looking down at the elf in the paper house, completely confused.

"It's magic." Dr. Duzem shrugged, spread his hands, and added in a very casual tone: "Magic is the power to transform all kinds of incredible things into reality... If you think it's incredible, it means you haven't yet Adapting to the power of magic, not adapting to this magical world."

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"As for what you think is impossible," Dr. Duzem said, lowering his head, looking down at the huge sunglasses on the face of the young public fee student, and chuckled slightly: "Since your eyes can change into such a beautiful and subtle color, Then it shouldn't be incomprehensible that your little elves are affected a little bit...Recall carefully, has anything happened to you beyond the normal magic state."

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, and just wanted to explain that his red eyes were due to blood congestion, but when he heard the doctor's last words, he suddenly remembered the black cat that ran away from him in the freshman competition, and remembered a certain breakthrough two-dimensional barrier Seeing the shadow of this world, thinking of his equally abnormal transfiguration, and thinking of Professor Yao's similar guess to Su Shijun, he fell silent.

If it is said that the elf needs a life potion that matches its essence to survive, it is a matter of approximate law.

According to Lao Yao, the most effective way for the wizarding world to change the law is the forbidden spell.

And, luckily or unfortunately, Zheng Qing seems to have some degree of intersection with both. (to be continued)