The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Zhang Chen's meeting with everyone lasted from day to night.

Both Zhang Chen and others were very satisfied.

Zhang Chen was satisfied because everyone present came with the intention of making friends, so Zhang Chen didn't have to collect spiritual materials by himself.

Other people who came to see Zhang Chen also left contentedly, because Zhang Chen was obviously not going to continue killing, and seemed to be willing to reconcile, which was good news for everyone. As for the spiritual materials Zhang Chen mentioned, he just had to let his men find them.

When everyone left, Zhang Chen also walked out of the auditorium, and found Dumbledore waiting outside the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, what are you doing?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a rare moment. After seeing Zhang Chen come out, he gritted his teeth and said to Zhang Chen, "Zhang Chen, this is the case. I have a few old friends who are very interested in your power. Do you have time to tell them about it?"

When Dumbledore said this, he had actually prepared himself to be rejected by Zhang Chen. After all, he had not told Zhang Chen about the attack on the Ministry of Magic before, and he would have refused too.

"Okay!" Zhang Chen nodded.

After all, they couldn't learn his own way, so it would be better to teach them some common sense of Shushan. Maybe they could practice both literature and martial arts like Harry and the others!

But soon Zhang Chen thought of a deeper level.

Dumbledore's old friends must not be ordinary people. They must be old scholars in the magic world. Maybe they will spread the legend of Shushan throughout the magic world because of Zhang Chen's knowledge shock this time.

Dumbledore glanced at Zhang Chen and bowed to him, "Thank you."

In the following days, the entire magic world was in action, all looking for the spiritual materials Zhang Chen needed. Zhang Chen was not idle either. He took up a sinecure as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic, and then gave lectures to some scholars in the magic world at Hogwarts every day.

Zhang Chen's practice system is a brand new concept for people in the magic world. Every word Zhang Chen said gave them a constant stream of new inspiration for magic. The collision of Eastern and Western cultures sparked at this moment. Through the theories Zhang Chen told the scholars, the scholars developed a new path for magic, so almost every day these scholars were like chicken blood.

You know, developing a new path for magic is a great achievement that can be recorded in history, and the magic world will be shaken by it.

Zhang Chen's course lasted for a month. During this month, all scholars benefited a lot. Zhang Chen himself also re-sorted out what he had learned and integrated it.

In this month, a steady stream of spiritual materials were placed in front of Zhang Chen.

In fact, this world is still very rich in spiritual energy. Some places even have very high spiritual energy content, so there are a lot of spiritual materials growing. However, people in the magic world are usually not interested in these things, and no one collects and studies them, so they are all cheap for Zhang Chen. There are hundreds of years of spiritual materials everywhere, and there are also many thousands of years of spiritual materials. Zhang Chen even has a few ten thousand years of spiritual materials.

After receiving another batch of spiritual materials, Zhang Chen felt that it was almost enough. These spiritual materials were more than twice the expected amount, and the knowledge instilled in the old scholars was almost enough. Zhang Chen had finished what he should say, and the rest depended on personal understanding. At present, there was nothing to do, so Zhang Chen decided to return to the valley, continue his own business, and deal with Voldemort by the way.

Speaking of Voldemort, Zhang Chen also found something wrong at this time.

If it was according to the previous situation, Voldemort should have begged for mercy or cursed Zhang Chen in a month, but Voldemort stayed quietly in the golden sphere for a month. Even if Zhang Chen talked to him, he ignored him at all, just like an idiot.

"Did Voldemort become an idiot because of the final explosion?" Zhang Chen took out the golden ball and muttered in confusion.

Voldemort's abnormality made it impossible for Zhang Chen to stay here peacefully. If Voldemort made a mistake here, not only would his mission not be completed, but even the contract would be useless, so Zhang Chen actually valued Voldemort.

Therefore, Zhang Chen dealt with all the things in the past two days and immediately set out to return to the valley.

The small valley where Zhang Chen lived in seclusion had not changed at all. If you have to say that there was a change, it might be that the grass on the ground was a little taller.

Zhang Chen found something wrong as soon as he returned to the valley, because there was a murderous atmosphere in the whole valley, and Zhang Chen found that he was being monitored by something.

Nothing can be lost here, not only the brain worm cocooned here, but there are even fire phoenix eggs in another cave. These are priceless treasures, and nothing can go wrong.

The fire phoenix eggs are very hard and can't be smashed, so Zhang Chen decided to put it aside for later.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen rushed directly to the entrance of the brain worm's cave.

Sure enough, when Zhang Chen arrived at the cave entrance, he found that the formation he had set up was gone. It seemed that he had forced the formation to break. There were still many scratches on the ground.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to enter the cave entrance, three crimson worms with exoskeletons suddenly emerged from the ground, bowed slightly to Zhang Chen, and then retreated to the side.

Zhang Chen was slightly stunned when he saw these worms.

Did he guess wrong? Did the brain worm break the formation by itself after it evolved?

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen walked in directly.

The whole cave was completely different from what it looked like before Zhang Chen left. Less than three meters into the cave, the cave was covered with something like a fungus blanket. Zhang Chen could even see blood-red lines rising and falling on it, and the whole fungus blanket seemed to have life.

This scene was exactly the same as when Zhang Chen went deep into the insect nest before. The only difference was that the insect nest at that time was not a fungus blanket, but an unknown substance with mucus.

After Zhang Chen stepped on the fungus blanket, he found that it was like a carpet, soft to step on, and had no effect on Zhang Chen.

The deeper he went, the more dark red substances were constantly forming. When Zhang Chen came to the place where the brain worm had cocooned before, Zhang Chen could not believe his eyes.

The cave in front of him was several times larger than before, and many worms were constantly going in and out. Countless minerals and soil were carried by these worms to a large cocoon in the center.

At this time, a feeling of joy suddenly came to Zhang Chen's mind.