You call this the mastermind?

"If I didn't know that this world didn't have that troublemaker, I would have thought I had traveled to the Harry Potter world."

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

This thing has a sense of déjà vu. He even bought an old wand on Pinduoduo in his previous life.

But not long after buying it, he found a bunch of elementary school students in the community square holding wands and "shooting" each other, having a lot of fun, so he was ashamed to take it out to play.

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 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 need to touch it with your third hand, or put it into this wand. This involves a problem of fit, so at the beginning, we--"

He was about to say that we had to try a few more times before we could succeed, when he found that the wand in Mellen's hand began to vibrate.

This scene was not normal. The old man was stunned for a moment, 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 this thing. The old man was surprised, "Why does it look like it's going to break?"

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

Mellen answered blankly, "I don't know why this happened..."

Don't know?

The old man looked at Mellen thoughtfully.

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

Compared to the one above, the material of this wand is more like bone, and there are a few gray lines on the black surface, which looks much more beautiful.

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

More of it still couldn't be stuffed in, but he learned his lesson this time and didn't force it in like before.

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

But when he looked away from the wand and looked up at the old man in front of him, he was surprised to find that he had turned into a shadow!

"Did you see it?"

A voice came from the shadow's mouth, short and thick, like a sudden thunder in the sky!

Before Mellen responded, the thunder sounded again.

"Don't be surprised. If the level of wizards is compared to climbing stairs, then you can't see the floor I'm on now, so you can't see me clearly."

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

Mellen looked as he was told and found that the office, which was originally well-lit, seemed to be covered with a layer of dust at this moment, becoming gloomy and dark.

A dampness came inexplicably, giving him goose bumps all over his body.

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

At this moment, the sky had lost the sun, the light was dim, and it was very gloomy.

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

From time to time, ghost carriages could be seen rushing out of the clouds somewhere, and skeleton horses burning with blue flames galloped wildly, rushing into the depths of another sea of ​​clouds and disappearing, as if they were in a hurry.

With such a change in the sky, the city below was no longer the same as before.

Across the street outside the window, the originally dilapidated apartment building remained.

But on the wall covered with vines, there were a large number of distorted human faces, which squirmed in pain from time to time, as if living people were stuffed in.

The same was true for other buildings.

And on the street, in addition to normal pedestrians, there were also some special figures with dull faces and hazy bodies.

Some of them were motionless, while others walked forward aimlessly. They didn't stop after hitting the wall, but lost their tracks after a ripple...

Everything seemed to be silently telling Melen that the city under his feet had been occupied by the dead.

But beyond these, Melen discovered a special detail.

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

Looking down along the thread, Melen found that its end merged into the void, and he didn't know where the root was.

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

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

Melen felt that the scene seemed a little familiar.

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

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

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

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

"This is very dangerous, because when you see them, they can also 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, that 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 a bunch of thunder striking a tree in your mind, 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 there's no difficulty, because it's not a spell."

The shadow next to 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 then cast a spell."

"Uh... who set the code?"

"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."

Meren was thoughtful after hearing this, and after asking what the standard lightning symbol exactly looked like, he took a deep breath.

Step back away from the window, raise your arms and extend them straight in front of you.

Clenching the wand in his hand, Meren did not make any major movements. Instead, he used the wand to draw lightning in mid-air. He imagined the corresponding scene in his mind and rang out the spell in his mouth 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, chaotic 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 were similar to 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's hard to adapt to it."

I don’t feel any pressure either?

Meren muttered secretly, but asked hesitantly on the surface: "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 yelling was a bit embarrassing.

In particular, if there is some evil inventor of a spell that 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 in your third hand,"

The old man said: "When these traces accumulate to a sufficient extent, 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 quietly faded away, returning to the bright and normal appearance that they had at first.

"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 the specific methods of using them by yourself without me teaching 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 training."

"Children's class?"

"That's right, but after you make up the foundation, I will apply for you to skip a grade. You don't need to wait for the age 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 from 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 pile 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 appearance is very good!!"

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

"Or maybe you can come to Graham and meet this kid?"

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