There was applause in the dean's office of Rodriguez College. Constantine applauded and laughed at the same time. He put one hand on Bruce's shoulder and laughed so hard that he almost got under the sofa. Then he wiped his smile.

Tears came out and said to Bruce: "The more Bruce you know about the universe, the more Bat dolls you will need. Schiller, you should prepare a warehouse as soon as possible."

"To make up for my misfortune?"

"What a misfortune you two have." Zatanna shook her head and said, "Is there anything more coincidental in the world? A unique master of psychology meets a unique Bruce who is not good at psychology.

Wayne, you should find a counter and put him in for display - the only Batman in the universe who defaults on his homework."

"By no means the only one." Bruce shook his head and seemed to disagree. He picked up a cigar from the cigar box, cut it with cigar scissors, and then said: "We will always find another one who doesn't hand in his homework. I thought

It will be this."

"You thought he would be worse at it than you." Schiller snorted, extinguished the first cigar that had burned out, then took the second one from Bruce's hand, and leaned forward to let Bruce do it.

He lit his cigar. "That's why you brought him here."

"Sorry, my mistake."

"They are less sincere than bat dolls. Don't tell me to prepare a warehouse for them. They shed their hair."

"Absolutely impossible."

"It's just shedding."

"Oh my god, are you sure we can find the key if we dig up this mountain?" Barry panted and collapsed on a small valley formed by the pile of books. Little Bruce and Harley were not much better, they just

After digging halfway, I was already exhausted.

The devil's classics are all large and heavy tomes. Those writers who were bewitched by the devil obviously regard the length of the book as an important measure of how favored they are by the devil. They wish they could write about them from birth to old age.

Every trivial thing about the trip is written in complicated words in the book, and there are many such people.

This made the mountain of books actually much harder to dig than he imagined. When he was halfway through digging, he even thought that the answer might as well be hidden in the content of the book, and then he was surprised by his own thoughts.

"Seriously, let's use a grenade, just use one." Harley bent over while holding her knees, and said with a sigh: "No matter what happened to you, I have never done such a heavy job since I was a child.

I’m almost exhausted from all the work!”

"So what's the heaviest job you've ever done?" Barry asked with a curious smile.

"Carrying corpses, four, no more."

Barry closed his mouth.

But in the end, after almost half an hour of struggle, the three children dug down the huge book mountain to the bottom, and then found a key at the center bottom of the book mountain.

"You're a genius! Bruce!"

Barry cheered, and little Bruce let out a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Barry, and rarely made any mockery.

After opening the door with the key, what appeared was an ordinary basement corridor, except that there was a little light at the end of the corridor. Barry walked in front with the unburned candlestick, and then saw a light at the end of the corridor.

Brilliant room.

This room was almost half the size of the auditorium, Barry thought, but the auditorium of the Magic Academy could accommodate two thousand people.

Little Bruce and Harry both raised their heads when they walked into the room. It was a huge hall. There were four load-bearing pillars in the center. The pillars were carved with exquisite patterns. The wall in front was hung with gorgeous blue curtains.

Decorated with golden patterns.

The most eye-catching thing is the circular magic circle painted in the center of this huge hall. It is an extremely complex magic circle composed of thousands of runes. Just looking at it can make people dizzy.

The center of the circle is a circle with a radius of one arm's width. It seems that there should be something there, or after the circle is complete, something may appear there.

Harley narrowed her eyes. She had taken classes at the Magic Academy for several months and had the most basic understanding of this. After looking around the magic circle, she said: "This is a protection based on divine power.

It was a magic circle, but it was destroyed and the runes here were erased."

"You mean the Philosopher's Stone has been stolen?!" Barry shouted in surprise.

"No." Little Bruce shook his head. He could also understand the runes of sacred power. He said: "This is not the only defensive measure that protects the magic stone. The moment the magic circle that activates the protective shield is destroyed, the magic is preserved.

The stone container has been hidden, and this is what is written on the magic circle."

"So do we need to complete the protective shield, or do we need to find the container of the magic stone again?"

Little Bruce looked around at the pillars and looked at the patterns on them thoughtfully. He was suddenly stunned, and then said: "No, no, the patterns on them remind us how to crack the protective shield."

"If you follow the instructions above to unlock the protective shield, then the last protective measure will not take effect, the container will not be hidden, and we can successfully obtain the magic stone."

Little Bruce suddenly turned back and looked at the missing corner of the huge magic circle again. He stared at it for a while, and then said: "And the person who destroyed this magic circle did not use this method..."

"Could there be other students..."

"Students can't do it!" Little Bruce said with great certainty: "This requires very huge power, magical power, to be precise, it requires amazing divine power!"

"Da da da."

A sound of footsteps came from behind the curtained wall, and the three children turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction of the sound.

The secret door on the wall slowly opened, and a man in black robe appeared behind the wall. Barry instinctively shouted: "Professor Rodriguez?!"

"No, it's not him!" Harley pulled Barry back vigilantly. Although the man in front of her was tall and thin, he was obviously not the Professor Schiller she was familiar with.

When the man in black robe took off his hood, everyone was stunned. Harley and Barry shouted his name in surprise at the same time.

"Roy?!"

"Is this your other chess piece?" Schiller turned to look at Bruce and asked.

Bruce did not hide too much. He nodded and said: "A few days ago, Roy came to me and said that he wanted to study the green light energy to see if he could come up with a solution to Gotham's traffic jam."

Strange frowned slightly, Bruce looked at him and indicated his expression, and then said: "That's it, he knows that this will arouse the resentment of mages. No matter which world, most mages

I believe that magic should not have too much involvement with ordinary society, as it is not something that ordinary people can use."

"In a sense, it is true." Constantine lit a cigar for himself, took a deep breath and said, "Besides, I can't think of any benefits that green light energy can have in easing traffic jams."

"Obviously, portal."

"God!" Constantine exclaimed, almost throwing out the cigarette. He rolled his eyes, looked at Bruce and said, "That's right?! The mages haven't had the luxury of using portals yet.

He actually wants the portal to teleport cars?!"

"So he is an ordinary person." Bruce nodded and said, "Ordinary people often have such fantastic ideas in their little heads."

"This won't work." Strange shook his head and said: "Even if the universe I am in has no shortage of magical energy, it will be difficult to put it into civilian use on a large scale. On the one hand, this energy is limited after all and should be used

In more important places, on the other hand, it is too unstable and ordinary people are too fragile."

"But the people of Gotham are obviously not like that." Bruce sighed softly and said: "They are the only creatures in the universe who have nothing to do with fragility, and they have no awareness of the preciousness of certain things. If this thing can make their lives

Even better, they will smash down all obstacles that stand in their way."

"So you made a deal?" Schiller tapped the cigar in his hand lightly with his finger.

"Yes, a deal."

"Miss Harley, you should know who you or you are ultimately siding with." Roy stared at the three children closely and said: "Are you going to go deep into the magical world and never return? You decide

Are you responsible for the future of the wizarding world?"

"In any case, this is not the reason why you are here trying to steal the Sorcerer's Stone!" Barry waved his fist angrily. He stared at Roy and said, "I agreed with what you said on TV before, Gotham

It’s up to Gothamites themselves to change it!”

"I am planning to change Gotham like this." Roy took a few steps forward, came to the other end of the magic circle, faced the three children and said: "You have seen how much Gotham has changed. The tourism industry

It will be the most important opportunity to change the economic system here. I must solve the traffic problem here before the music festival starts. I have no choice."

"What on earth are you going to do?" Little Bruce asked with a frown.

"Give me the Sorcerer's Stone." Roy turned his attention to little Bruce's face again and said.

"Did you destroy the magic circle?" Little Bruce asked.

"Yes, it's me. I came here long before you."

"But you shouldn't be able to do it."

Roy showed a sneer, raised his chin, took a step forward and said, "What a smart boy. Like your father, Bruce Wayne should be your father, right?"

"He is not."

"Then there's Thomas Wayne, and Martha Wayne."

"Don't mention my parents!"

"But this is exactly their long-cherished wish." Roy took two more steps forward, almost crossing the magic circle and coming to the front of little Bruce. He stared closely at his blue eyes and said: "They worked hard.

I have spent my whole life just to change Gotham, and now I am almost successful."

"Roy, you should calm down." Harley picked up the shotgun behind her back, aimed it at Roy and said.

"Who should calm down?!" Roy turned to look at Harley with a cold face and said, "All of you have come to the other world to build the dreamy magical kingdom in your imagination. Does anyone still remember what the real Gotham is like?

Did you crawl out of the quagmire? In that case, why can't I get what I want by myself?"

"Magician? Ha." Roy snorted with disdain and said, "They can't do anything that contributes to the world...Give me the magic stone!"

"You made a deal with the angel." Little Bruce said with certainty, looking at Roy's face.

"The angel made a deal with me." Roy suddenly turned his head and stared at little Bruce.
To be continued...