You call this a black hand?

"If I hadn't known that this world didn't have that shit-stirring stick, I would have even thought that I had traveled to the Harry Potter world."

Gazing at the black wand that looked like a pointer in his hand, Mellen secretly complained.

This thing has a sense of familiarity. In his previous life, he even used an Elder Wand on Pinduoduo.

However, not long after he bought it, he found a group of primary school students in the community square holding magic wands and "shooting" each other with great joy, so he was too embarrassed to take it out to play with.

After all, he is an adult.

"The wand is the key, but it's not your hands that need to hold the key."

The old examiner with long gray hair didn't know what Mellen was thinking about right now.

He saw Mellen staring at the wand in his hand in a daze, and thought that this guy didn't understand why he didn't see any changes when he picked up the wand.

"You have to use your third hand to touch, or insert it into this wand. There is a problem of fit, so at the beginning, we-"

Just as he was about to say that we had to try a few more times before we could succeed, he noticed that the wand in Mellen's hand began to buzz and tremble.

This scene was not normal. The old man was stunned when he saw this, and then hurriedly snatched it away.

"What did you do?"

After checking the wand in his hand, he found that there were faint cracks on the surface of the thing. The old man couldn't help but be surprised, "Why does it look like it's going to be broken?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to stuff it in?"

Mellen replied with a confused face, "I don't know why this happened..."

have no idea?

After hearing this, the old man looked at Mellen thoughtfully.

After thinking for a moment, he took out another one from the desk drawer.

Compared to the one above, the material of this wand is more like bone. The dark surface has a few faint gray lines, which makes it look much more beautiful.

Mellen took it in his hand and tried it. In just a moment, he stuffed part of his third hand into the wand.

Still couldn't put more in, but this time he learned the lesson and didn't force it in like before.

So everything was fine, but he didn't feel anything special.

But when he took his eyes off the wand and looked up at the old man in front of him, he was shocked to find that this man had turned into a shadow!

"Did you see that?"

A sound came from the shadow's mouth, short and thick, like a burst of muffled thunder that suddenly sounded in the sky!

Before Meren could respond, the muffled thunder rang again.

"Don't be surprised. If you compare the level of a wizard to climbing stairs, then you can't see the floor I'm currently on at all, so you can't see me clearly."

"It doesn't matter. Now, look around you, especially the world outside the window."

Mellen looked around and found that the originally well-lit office seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and became gloomy and gloomy.

A wave of moisture hit him for no apparent reason, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body unconsciously.

And when he stepped to the window and looked out, what he saw made Melen open his mouth unconsciously.

At this moment, the sky has lost the sun, the light is dim and very gloomy.

Under the stars in the sky, a large number of translucent ghosts in tattered robes wandered inside and outside several huge black clouds in the sky.

From time to time, you can see ghost carriages emerging from the clouds somewhere, and skeleton horses burning with blue flames running wildly on all fours, disappearing into the depths of another sea of ​​clouds, as if they are on their way.

Such changes occurred in the sky above, and the city below was no longer the same as before.

Across the street outside the window, the dilapidated apartment buildings are still there.

However, there are a large number of twisted human faces growing on the wall covered with vines, and they squirm in pain from time to time, as if a living person has been stuffed inside.

The same is true for other buildings.

On the streets, in addition to normal pedestrians, there are also some special figures with dull faces and hazy bodies.

Some of them were motionless, some were walking forward blankly, and they didn't stop even after hitting the wall. Instead, they lost their whereabouts after a ripple...

Everything seemed to silently tell Meren that the city beneath his feet had been occupied by the undead.

But beyond these, Mellen discovered another special detail.

In other words, he found that for some reason, a dark golden silk thread was tied to the little finger of his left hand.

Lowering his head and looking along the thread, Mellen found that its end merged into the void, and he didn't know where the source was.

And when he tried to "touch" the silk thread with his third hand, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind -

A hazy shadow sat in a gorgeous hall, drinking something and looking out the window at the scenery.

Mellen felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Especially the unique angel fountain statue outside the window...

"This is the world that wizards can see, and it is also the hidden side of this world."

The muffled thunder sounded from behind, making Melen come back to his senses from the picture in his mind.

"When you climb to higher levels in the future, you will see more and more terrifying things."

"It's dangerous because when you see them, they can see you."

"But this is also the biggest difference between wizards and ordinary people."

"Only by seeing this world can we correctly use the unique power of this world, which is magic."

"Now, let me teach you the simplest spell."

The continuous muffled thunder moved from behind to the side, and the old man turned into a hazy shadow and said: "You have to imagine in your mind a beam of thunder striking a tree, and shout out the words "lightning flashes" while using your hands

The wand drew a standard lightning symbol in mid-air."

"Is this a spell?"

Mellen was a little surprised when he heard this, "It doesn't seem to be difficult?"

"Of course it's not difficult, because it's not a spell."

The shadow beside him said: "It's just a switch, or you can use it as a password."

"If you get the password right, you can borrow power from this world and cast spells."

"Uh... who set the password?"

"Of course you are the inventor of spells. If you reach the point where you are qualified to invent spells in the future, you can also customize your own password, or call it a spell, whatever you decide."

Mellen thought thoughtfully after hearing this, and after asking about the exact appearance of the standard lightning symbol, he took a deep breath.

Take a few steps back away from the window, raise your arms and stretch them straight forward.

Clenching the wand in his hand, Meren did not make any major movements. Instead, he used the wand to draw a lightning bolt in mid-air. He imagined the corresponding scene in his mind and rang out the spell at the same time.

In the gloomy sky, an inconspicuous star flickered quietly for a moment, and then there was a snapping sound, and the surface of the glass window pointed at by the tip of his wand was suddenly entangled with a ball of light blue electric light.

The crackling, turbulent sound of the current was not very obvious, and within a few seconds, the mass of matter weakly dissipated.

Mellen took a closer look and found that the glass there was intact, with no other changes except for some black marks on the surface that looked like smoke.

"The principle of this kind of spell is to borrow the corresponding power from this special world. The borrowed power will be transmitted to your wand according to its aiming and positioning, and the third hand supporting the wand will bear corresponding pressure during this period."

The old man's voice appears appropriately.

"You should feel a sense of fatigue now, right? Don't worry, this lowest-level spell won't bring much pressure. It's just that it's your first time to cast a spell, so it will be difficult to adapt to it for a while."

I don’t feel any pressure either?

Meren muttered secretly, but on the surface he asked with some hesitation: "If I adapt to this kind of spell in the future, will I not have to recite incantations or make gestures with a wand?"

When he was channeling before, he had seen someone release a handful of flames without doing anything at all, so he asked this question.

Mellen felt that gesticulating was fine, but shouting was a bit embarrassing.

In particular, if there is some ill-intentioned spell inventor who makes the spell so shameful, wouldn't it be even more shameful to shout it yourself?

"When the pressure of the spell is applied to your wand, there will be corresponding marks left on your third hand,"

The old man said: "When these traces accumulate to a sufficient level, you can cast spells instantly. We usually call this process proficiency in spell casting."

"Then, if I accidentally lose my wand, will I be unable to cast spells?"

"Regarding this, it is still a question of spell casting proficiency. When you become proficient in this spell to the extreme, you can use the spell without a wand. But this is only limited to this spell, other spells..."

After more than half an hour of questioning and answering, Mellen slowly pulled his third hand out of the wand at the prompt of the old man.

As a result, the dark surroundings slowly faded away, returning to the bright and normal appearance that they originally had.

"Okay, now take your pile of things and rest."

The old man, who was dressed like an ancient sage, turned his head and patted Mellen on the shoulder.

"The wizard's standard items are designed to be very convenient. I think you will be able to figure out their specific usage methods by yourself without me teaching you anything."

"Have a good rest tonight and adjust your mentality. Starting tomorrow, you need to go to the children's class to officially start training."

"Children's class?"

"That's right, but after you have made up the basics, I will apply for you to skip the grade. You don't need to wait slowly like those children."

"...Okay, is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

"I agree to your conditions. The monthly financial subsidy will take some time to be reviewed before it can be issued. I will get the water-related spell for you tonight."

“Thank you so much!”

"You're welcome, this has been agreed before..."

After the matter was basically explained and some polite exchanges were made, Meren said goodbye and left.

Watching his back holding a bunch of things and leaving, the expression of the calm old man changed instantly, revealing a hint of excitement.

He muttered something in his mouth and hurried to the desk behind him, took out a "diary" and started writing quickly on it.

"Dear President, I discovered a genius. Not only did he succeed in casting a spell for the first time, but his control over the wand seems to have reached its peak."

"And the apprentice-level wand couldn't accommodate his third hand at all. I replaced it with a formal wizard's wand, and it was barely enough!"

"More importantly, his external image is very good!!"

"I am now applying to you to open the memory inheritance to him, and strongly recommend him to participate in this election for admission to a prestigious school!"

"Maybe you can come to Graham and meet this kid?"

"Maybe he can learn the spell you mentioned before!"