"Teacher, my pigeon disappeared near your house the day before yesterday. Do you know?"

"Pige?" Zhao Mai recalled the menu at home these two days, then shook his head: "No, I have never seen your pigeon. Why, did you use pigeons to deliver letters?"

"No, I'm using an owl." The round-faced student shook his head. The plan to ambush the teacher with a pigeon seems to have failed, but how it failed is still a mystery. The pigeon that was trained after finally flying to the teacher's house has disappeared. What a pity. So far, no one has been able to make Teacher Mike look ugly, and no one can guarantee that he will get high scores in physical education class. Eight classes have been available, and everyone feels that he has benefited a lot, but no one knows how many people will pass the exam in the end.

Today's physical education class is very rare not to go to Quidditch Stadium, but chose to go to the castle's magic practice room. Last time, Teacher Mike brought a group of frost skeletons from somewhere, which made the students miserable. If all the weapons used by the skeletons were not wrapped in cloth, and if the skeletons were not allowed to attack with their teeth and claws, it would be difficult for everyone to survive.

The first thing I thought of was that the flying people were eliminated. The skeletons holding bows and arrows were going to shoot anyway, so they first aimed at the students trying to take off. After all, it was a parabola that could connect the air and the ground, which was equivalent to increasing the attack hit rate. After a rain of arrows, half of the pilots and some ground personnel had been "dead".

Fortunately, several students reacted quickly enough to release regional protection spells together, and blocked the enemy's offensive by superimposing them. Once such a position was established, the remaining skeletons had no means to decide the outcome. Although Zhao Mai said, "Don't worry about these skeletons blow up at will." The ice undead, named skeletons, were still trying their best to make the corpse ghosts, and in the end they just barely fought for a tragic ending.

At the same time, the ground at Quidditch Stadium was destroyed as a whole, and they had to change places to continue to destroy, which is why they came to the spell practice room.

"Today's course is very important, so no one comes to listen to it. What I'm talking about today is likely to subvert your understanding." Zhao Mai raised a finger, waved it to his side, and said, "The fluorescent light flashes!"

Three fluorescent balls as big as eggs were suspended in the air, emitting a light of candlelight intensity. The students exclaimed, "Wow, you can no longer cast spells with a magic wand!"

"It should be said that I didn't use a magic wand to cast spells before." Zhao Mai said to the students: "Today I am not going to teach you how to cast spells without a magic wand. That will involve it in the senior class, so I won't take the credit from others. What I want to say is another thing."

"You all know that I am from China and I have the ability of a magician, but I was not a magician before..."

"Teacher, then what were you before?" The student who interrupted immediately became everyone's hero. Everyone stared at him, hoping that Zhao Mai could answer this question.

"I want to know? Actually, it's very simple. I don't have any profession. I drive around and write articles. I'm a explorer in my heart... Go back to the point. What I want to say is that my native language is not English, nor is it the language used for spells. According to one of my friends, it was actually a classmate of your past research. The spells I use now were not like this in the past."

"I wonder why this difference is so I went to the library to look at the materials. Since the Mid-Dark Age, the Holy See inciting the pursuit of wizards, and wizards hiding and establishing schools, the spells have been like this. Part of it is because the spell system is relatively stable, and on the other hand, it is because the wizards are too closed and too lazy. There are dozens of standard spells, and some people have some special spells, plus alchemy formulas, which is all the magic. It was basically like this four hundred years ago, and you wizards think that these are enough now? Could it be that things at that time were enough to lead the world for 400 years and enough to establish such a big advantage? A simple question, if it was really that leading, how could they be so miserable at the beginning?"

Most students couldn't answer, and a few smarter students wanted to answer "because the power was dispersed and not united at that time." However, under Zhao Mai's training, they had learned not to act in a hurry and think from multiple angles, so they immediately thought of a deeper question "Is it true that we are united now? What is the relationship between unity and curse?"

"You used to use spells to deal with me, because you wanted me to be ugly or just joke?" Zhao Mai snorted and said, "No one has succeeded yet, right? More than 90% of your failures are the same, that is, you have not cast the spell and have been disarmed by me, right?"

A weak "right..." sounded.

"Your spells are made of spells four hundred years ago, and they deal with enemies four hundred years ago. Knights holding long swords and shields, and shooters who can hold heavy crossbows are considered high-level troops. Do you know the difference between me and you? The enemies I face are like this."

Zhao Mai turned his wrist and Colt's revolver was already in his hand. Six consecutive gunshots left six holes on the wall of the magic classroom. "You can petrify all of them, and this thing is only a snap. Don't be dissatisfied. Magic can indeed do many things that guns cannot do. You can complete many magical weapons that Muggles can never complete. However, your magic can no longer protect yourself. I think this is the biggest problem now."

"You are in a more dangerous situation than your ancestors who were slaughtered four hundred years ago, but you still feel that you are stronger than ordinary people outside and can do whatever you want to do to them. Where does your confidence come from?" Zhao Mai said to the students: "I'm sorry, for more than two months after school, all of you have been trying to defeat me, but all the means are spells and alchemy potions. All of you are still limited to this wall of Hogwarts, in the small world of wizards. Even if you are locked up

In the fruit shell, you still think that you are the king of the infinite world. Do you know why your spells are not as fast as me? That's because you all think that magic is perfect, so you should follow the practice in the book. You have rejected the possibility that you can be faster, better, and better. The spell is very good, but that was four hundred years ago, and it was a corpse chased by ordinary people everywhere, full of pain and tragedy. You should really learn how to do better!"

"I chant mantras faster than you, and my magic power is higher than you. Does anyone ask why? You all know Ado. He is not smart enough, and he can only say Ado, but his spell is fine. Don't you find it strange? Is it because I see Ado that I feel that there is nothing to learn? Both are floating mantras, and Ado is much faster than cumbersome chanting like Yugadi Muleviosa. There is a saying in China that there must be my master when I walk in three people. It's about Christmas holiday, and everyone will complete a homework, observe twenty people, find out the advantages they can learn, and write it to me. There must be no less than ten Muggles."
Chapter completed!