Chapter 1702 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone (End)

Applause broke out in the dean's office of Rodriguez College. Constantine applauded and laughed. He put one hand on Bruce's shoulder and laughed so hard that he almost crawled under the sofa. Then he wiped away the tears from his laughter and said to Bruce: "The more Bruce knows 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?"

"You two's misfortune." Zatanna shook her head and said: "Is there anything more coincidental in this world? A unique master of psychology met a unique person who is not good at Bruce Wayne of psychology, you should find a counter to put him in for exhibition - the only Batman in all the universes who will default on his homework. "

"Not the only one." Bruce shook his head in disapproval, picked up a cigar from the cigar box, cut it with a cigar cutter, and said: "We will always find another one who doesn't hand in his homework, I thought it would be this one."

"You thought he would be worse than you." Schiller snorted, extinguished the first cigar that had been burned out, then took the second one from Bruce, and leaned forward to let Bruce light the cigar for him. "That's why you brought him here."

"Sorry, my mistake."

"They're even less sincere than the bat dolls. Don't expect me to prepare a warehouse for them. They shed."

"No way."

"They just shed."

"Oh my God, are you sure we can find the key if we dig this mountain?" Barry panted and collapsed on a small valley made up of books. Bruce and Harley were not much better. They were exhausted after digging only half of the way.

The devil's books are all big and heavy. Those writers who were bewitched by the devil obviously regarded the length of the book as an important measure of their favor for the devil. They wanted to write every trivial thing from their birth to old age in the book with those complicated words, and there were many such people.

This made this mountain of books much more difficult to dig than imagined. When Barry dug half of it, he even thought that it would be better if the answer was hidden in the content of the book, and then he was shocked by his own thoughts.

"Honestly, let's use one grenade, just one." Harley bent over with her knees, and said with a long breath: "No matter what's wrong with you, I have never done such heavy work since I was a child. I am almost exhausted!"

"What is the heaviest work you have 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 still dug the bottom of this huge mountain of books, and then touched a key at the bottom of the center opposite the mountain of books.

"You are a genius! Bruce!"

Barry cheered, and little Bruce exhaled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Barry, and rarely said anything sarcastic.

After opening the door with the key, a plain basement corridor appeared, but there was a little light at the end of the corridor. Barry walked in front with the candlestick that had not yet burned out, and then saw a brightly lit room at the end of the corridor.

This room is almost half the size of the auditorium, Barry thought, but the auditorium of the magic academy can accommodate 2,000 people.

Bruce and Harley both raised their heads when they walked into the room. This is a huge hall with four load-bearing pillars in the center of the hall. The pillars are carved with exquisite patterns. The wall in front is draped 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 makes people dizzy.

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

Harley narrowed her eyes. She had taken classes in 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 protective magic circle based on divine power, but it was destroyed and the runes here were wiped off."

"Are you saying that the Philosopher's Stone has been stolen?!" Barry shouted in surprise.

"No." Little Bruce shook his head. He could also understand the runes of divine power. He said, "There is more than one defensive measure to protect the Philosopher's Stone. The moment the magic circle that activates the protective shield is destroyed, the container that keeps the Philosopher's Stone is hidden. This is what is written on the magic circle."

"So do we need to complete the magic circle of the protective shield, or find the container of the Philosopher's Stone again?"

Little Bruce looked around at the pillars and looked at the patterns on them thoughtfully. He was suddenly stunned and said, "No, that's not right. The patterns on them are prompts for us how to crack the protective shield."

"If we follow the prompts 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 get the Philosopher's 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, then said: "And the person who destroyed this magic circle did not use this method..."

"Could it be that there are other students..."

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

"Da, da, da."

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

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

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

When the black-robed man 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 his head and looked at Bruce and asked.

Bruce didn't hide too much. He nodded and said, "A few days ago, Roy came to me and said he wanted to study the green light energy to see if he could find a way to solve the traffic jam in Gotham."

Strange frowned slightly. Bruce looked at him and indicated his expression, then said, "That's it. He knew that this would arouse the disgust of the wizards. No matter which world, most wizards believe that magic should not be too involved with ordinary people. This 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 benefit that green light energy can have in alleviating traffic jams."

"Obviously, the portal."

"God!" Constantine exclaimed, almost throwing the cigarette away. He rolled his eyes and looked at Bruce and said, "Are you sure?! The wizards haven't He actually wants to use the portal to transport the car? ! "

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

"This won't work." Strange shook his head and said, "Even if the universe I live in is no longer short of magical energy, it is difficult to put it into civilian use on a large scale. On the one hand, these energies are limited after all and should be used in more important places. On the other hand, they are too unstable and ordinary people are too fragile."

"But the people of Gotham are obviously not like this." Bruce sighed softly and said, "They are the only creatures in the universe that are not fragile, and they don't realize the preciousness of certain things at all. If this thing can make their lives better, they will smash all obstacles in their way for it."

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

"Yes, a deal."

"Miss Harley, you should know who you or you will stand with in the end." Roy stared at the three children and said, "Are you going to go deep into the magic world and never come back? Have you decided to take on the future of the magic world?"

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

"That's how I plan to change Gotham." Roy walked forward a few steps and came to the other end of the magic circle. Facing the three children, he said, "You have seen how much Gotham has changed. Tourism 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 are you going to do?" Bruce asked with a frown.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone." Roy turned his eyes to Bruce's face and said.

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

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

"But you shouldn't have been able to do it."

Roy sneered, raised his chin and took a step forward and said, "What a smart kid, like your father, Bruce Wayne should be your father, right?"

"He's not."

"Then it's Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne."

"Don't mention my parents!"

"But this is their long-cherished wish." Roy took two steps forward, almost crossing the magic circle and came in front of little Bruce, staring at his blue eyes and said, "They have worked hard all their lives to change Gotham, and now they are about to succeed."

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

"Who should calm down?!" Roy turned his head and looked at Harley with a cold face and said, "All of you have come to the other world to build the magical kingdom of your imagination. Does anyone remember how the real Gotham climbed out of the quagmire? In this case, why can't I get what I want myself?"

"Magician? Ha." Roy snorted disdainfully and said, "They can't do anything to contribute to the world... Give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

"You made a deal with the angel." Little Bruce looked at Roy's face and said affirmatively.

"It was the angel who made a deal with me." Roy turned his head and stared at Little Bruce.

In an instant, Little Bruce saw a pair of blue eyes in his ordinary eyes, bluer than the sky.

Bruce Jr. stepped back and shook his head vigorously as if he was hit on the head by a heavy hammer. Roy pressed on step by step. He looked at Bruce Jr. and said, "I should have let him control you to come here. Only you can find the hidden container. You are as smart as your father."

"Boom!"

Harry fired the shotgun directly, but a light curtain composed of divine power appeared beside Roy, completely blocking the bullet. Barry was stunned.

"Roy, you are crazy!" Harley's voice also showed a trace of anxiety. The current situation was completely beyond her expectations. She was not sure whether this was part of the trial.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone!"

Bruce took a few deep breaths, then he looked up at Roy and said, "I don't know where the container is!"

"But you can break the magic circle!"

"I need time!"

Roy stopped, raised his head slightly, looked at Bruce with cold eyes and said, "...you'd better hurry up."

Bruce immediately winked at the other two, then he said to Roy, "I need their help."

"You don't..."

"If you still want to know where the container is, listen to me." Bruce Russ walked towards the center of the magic circle and said, "Otherwise, you will die with the stupid angel above you!"

Roy stood there silently and looked at them. After a while, he said, "You'd better give me a satisfactory result."

"We will."

The three of them gathered in the center of the magic circle. Barry looked at Bruce and said, "You don't really want to..."

"I can find it." Bruce said this, but he gave the two of them a look, and the meaning of the look completed the second half of the sentence. His original intention was "I can find a way to leave here."

Then, the three of them began to concentrate on depicting the magic circle. Basically, Bruce directed the other two to operate, and Harley occasionally made suggestions. Although Barry was nervous, his hands did not slow down.

In less than ten minutes, many runes in the center of the magic circle were modified. Roy asked gloomily, "How long will it take?"

"Stand aside, we are going to activate the magic circle."

"Don't play tricks on me..."

"You have angels to help you, are you still worried that we will escape?"

Roy took two steps back in silence, and little Bruce drew the last stroke of the rune. In an instant, golden light spread from the center of the magic circle.

But the container did not appear. Little Bruce showed Roy a bad smile and said, "We are going to find the container. Goodbye!"

The next second, their figures disappeared in the golden light.

"He can read the runes of the divine power, so he knows that the container is not hidden, but teleported. Then he naturally thinks that since this magic circle can teleport the container, it can also teleport them. This is the best way to get out."

Bruce's voice echoed in the room, and Constantine asked with some doubt: "So where did they teleport to?"

The image on the screen suddenly began to fluctuate violently, and the magic power began to become unstable. Just when Constantine and Zatanna stood up together, the picture suddenly reappeared.

The three children fell from mid-air and fell heavily on the reddish-brown carpet, and behind them was an antique Zen room. Schiller widened his eyes slightly.

Just when Constantine and Zatanna were confused, Strange stood up and looked at Bruce, then smiled, stood in front of the screen, opened his arms and said.

"Welcome to Kamar-Taj School of Magic!"

All sewn up!