You Call This the Black Man Behind the Scenes?

"If I didn't know that this world doesn't have that **** stick, I would even think I've traveled to the Harry Potter world."

Staring at the black wand in his hand like a pointer, Merron secretly complained.

This thing is very visual, and he even used an old magic wand on Pinduoduo in his previous life.

But not long after he bought it, he found that a bunch of elementary school students in the community square were "shooting" each other with wands.

It's an adult after all.

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

The old examiner with long gray hair had no idea what Merron was thinking about right now.

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

"You're going to touch with your third hand, or tuck it into this wand. There's a fit involved, so at first, we—"

He was about to say we'd have to try a few more times before he noticed the wand in Mellen's hand humming and vibrating.

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

"what have you done?"

After checking the wand in his hand, he found that there were already 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 were going to put it in?"

Merron replied blankly, "I don't know why this happened..."

do not know?

Hearing the words, the old man glanced at Melen thoughtfully.

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

Compared with the one above, the material of this wand is more like bone, and the dark surface has a few faint gray lines, which looks much more beautiful.

As soon as Merron received it and tried it, in just an instant, he stuffed a part of his third hand into the wand.

More still can't be stuffed in, but this time he learned to be good, and he didn't push it in as hard as before.

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

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!

"you saw it?"

A voice came from the shadow's mouth, short and thick, as if a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the sky!

Before Meren could respond, the dull 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 on right now, so you can't see me."

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

Merron looked at it according to his words, and found that the originally well-lit office seemed to be covered with a layer of gray at this moment, and it became gloomy and gloomy.

An inexplicable surge of moisture hit him, causing goose bumps all over his body unconsciously.

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

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

Under the starry sky, a large number of translucent ghosts dressed in tattered robes wandered in and out of several huge black clouds above.

From time to time, ghost carriages can be seen emerging from somewhere in the clouds, and skeleton horses with burning blue flames run wildly, disappearing into the depths of another sea of ​​clouds, as if they were on their way.

Such a change has occurred in the sky, and the city below is no longer what it used to be.

Across the street from the window, the original dilapidated apartment building remains.

But there were a lot of twisted faces growing on the wall covered with vines, wriggling with pain from time to time, as if a living person was stuffed inside.

The same goes for other buildings.

On the street, in addition to normal pedestrians, some special figures also appeared, with dull faces and hazy bodies.

Some of them didn't move, some walked forward in a daze, and they didn't stop after hitting the wall, but lost their whereabouts after a ripple...

Everything seems to be silently telling Melen that the city under his feet has been occupied by the undead.

However, in addition to these, Meren discovered a special detail.

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

Looking down at the thread, Meren found that its end was melted into the void, and he didn't know where the root 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 an ornate hall, drinking something while looking out the window.

Mellen felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.

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

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

Muffled thunder sounded from behind, causing Melen to recover from the picture in his mind.

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

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

"But that's the biggest difference between wizards and ordinary people."

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

"Now, let me teach you one of the simplest spells."

The continuous dull thunder moved from behind to beside him, and the old man who turned into a hazy shadow said: "You have to imagine a bunch of thunder bombarding a tree in your mind, and shout the words "electric light flashing" loudly, and at the same time in your hand The wand draws a standard lightning symbol in mid-air."

"Is this the spell?"

Melon was a little surprised to hear that, "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 code."

"The password is right, you can borrow power from this world and then cast spells."

"Uh... Who set the password?"

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

Hearing this, Meren thoughtfully, and after asking the exact appearance of the standard lightning symbol, he took a deep breath.

Step back a few steps away from the window and raise your arms straight forward.

Holding the wand tightly in his hand, Melun didn't make any major movements, but struck a lightning bolt in mid-air with the practical wand, imagining the corresponding scene in his mind, and the spell in his mouth sounded at the same time.

In the gloomy sky, an inconspicuous star flickered quietly, and then he heard a pop, and the surface of the glass window pointed by the tip of his wand was suddenly entangled by a light blue electric light.

Crackling, the sound of the current disorder is not very obvious, and within a few seconds, the mass of matter faintly dissipated.

Merron took a closer look and found that the glass there was intact, except for some black smoke-like marks on the surface, there was no other change.

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

The old man's voice appeared appropriately.

"You should feel a sense of exhaustion now, right? Don't worry, this lowest-level spell doesn't bring much pressure, but it's just the first time you cast a spell, it's hard to adapt for a while."

I don't feel any pressure.

Merron murmured secretly, and asked hesitantly on the surface: "If I get used to this kind of spell in the future, will I not have to chant or make gestures with a wand?"

When he was psychic before, he had seen someone who didn't do anything and released a handful of flames, that's why he asked this question.

Mellen felt that gestures were okay, but shouting or something was a little embarrassing.

In particular, if there is some nasty spell inventor who makes the spell very shameful, wouldn't it be even more shameful to shout it?

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

The old man said: "When the traces accumulate enough, you can cast spells instantly. We usually call this process spellcasting proficiency."

"Then, if I accidentally lose my wand, won't I be able to cast spells?"

"About this, it's still a question of spellcasting proficiency. When you're proficient with this spell to the extreme, you can use the spell at will without a wand. But this is only limited to this spell, other spells..."

After asking and answering, more than half an hour later, Mellon slowly pulled out his third hand from the wand at the prompt of the old man.

As a result, the surrounding dark environment quietly faded away, and it became the normal bright and bright appearance at the beginning.

"Okay, now take a rest with your pile of things."

The old man dressed like an ancient sage patted Melon on the shoulder.

"The wizard's standard items are designed to be very convenient. I think you can find out how to use them. I don't need to teach you anything."

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

"Children's class?"

"That's right, but when you have made up your foundation, I will apply for a grade-jump for you. You don't need to slowly age like those kids."

"...Well, is there anything else to watch out for?"

"I promise you that the monthly subsidy will take a period of time to be reviewed before it can be issued. I will ask you for the water-related spell tonight."

"Thank you so much!"

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

After basically explaining the matter, and after being polite again, Merron said goodbye and left.

Looking at the back of him leaving with a bunch of things in his arms, the expression of the calm old man changed instantly, revealing a touch of excitement.

He was muttering, not knowing what he was talking about, he hurried to the desk behind him, took out a "diary", and quickly wrote on it.

"Respected President, I have discovered a genius. The first time I cast the spell, I succeeded directly. It seems that my control over the wand has already reached its peak."

"And the apprentice-level wand can't accommodate his third hand at all. After I replaced him with the wand used by a full-fledged wizard, it was barely enough!"

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

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

"Perhaps you could come to Graham and meet the boy?"

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