Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Puchi…Puchi…’

The orange-red mucus, with a dim light, slowly overflowed from the Book of Abraham, spreading towards the air-permeable walls of the old house of Gunter.

Wang Xuebin, sitting cross-legged on the ground, held the magic wand with both hands, hung his head, and raised his head from time to time to observe the progress of the magic.

Whether it is magical alchemy or kung fu cultivation, what you strive for is an idea, thinking, mind, vision, and a little bit of inspiration!

The same magic will produce completely different effects in the hands of different people, and sometimes it may even be very different!

It's like the same light. Some people play lasers, some people play flash bombs, some people play ultraviolet rays, and some people play Tiga...

When accumulation reaches its peak, ideas become extremely important!

When a person's thinking begins to solidify, it is the beginning of his old age, ignoring new things, holding old ideas, and stubbornly thinking that this is the truth, the whole world...

Such things will happen to everyone, and Wang Xuebin is no exception, although he has always avoided the arrival of this day.

Trying to force yourself to accept new things and study and broaden your horizons is not only for what to learn, but also for yourself to keep your mentality young as much as possible.

That's true for alchemy.

"Professor Gu Yi..."

In the depths of the purple shirt forest, Dumbledore, who was walking slowly out with his hands behind his back, looked at the old house of Gunter, exhaled gently, and asked.

“…is it almost done?”

Hearing the sound, Wang Xuebin was excited, and he gathered the messy thoughts in his mind. He looked up at the house and turned around and said:

"It's OK...uh..."

Looking at Dumbledore's leisurely look and looking at the empty forest behind him, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but feel surprised.

Where is the snake?

What about such a rough snake?

That's a snake...

Teethed...

Wang Xuebin's strange look made Dumbledore feel awkward. He looked down at his outfit and found nothing inappropriate. Then he raised his head and asked carefully:

“…Is there anything wrong with it?”

"Uh... nothing, this place is ready, you'll come or I'll do it..."

Considering that Dumbledore and others were old acquaintances, Wang Xuebin was not embarrassed to ask more questions, and vaguely changed the topic, pulled out the wand in the book, and stood up.

After looking at Wang Xuebin's strange performance, Dumbledore's brows were clumping, but he didn't expect the problem, so he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"...It's okay, leave this little thing to me!"

Dumbledore said, pulling out a fifteen-inch elderberry wand, stepping forward, aiming it at Gunter's old house, and shouting softly:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

‘Bang!!!’

The orange-yellow fireworks burst out with a small cloud of mushrooms, and the door frames and walls of the house were all blown to pieces.

But the debris of the wood chips, under the strong stickiness of the orange-red gel, did not mean to scatter the years around them at all. They still maintained their original shape, but were shaking, like jelly, and a bit cunning.

"...Let's go, let's go in, let's see, what did Tom leave us?"

After saying that, Dumbledore took the lead and walked towards the house.

"I said be careful and don't break the isolation glue. If it breaks, my most of the time I'll be in vain!"

Wang Xuebin said as he followed Dumbledore into the shaking wooden house.

This non-Newtonian fluid, which Wang Xuebin calls isolation glue, is actually a semi-finished drug in alchemy experiments.

Its function is very single, just to isolate the mutual influence of the magic power field.

In the assembly and production of many alchemy items, in order to avoid the mutual contamination between magic, the components that need to be assembled will be wrapped with this colloid.

As a colloid, it has many disadvantages, which are fragile, difficult to store, short shelf life, and are not afraid of strong impact, but are afraid of the scratching of a soft knife.

If Dumbledore accidentally broke the layer of colloid wrapped outside the wooden house, the warning magic in the house would be immediately felt by the distant Voldemort.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful!"

He gently pushed open the already broken wooden door with his magic wand, reached out and waved his hand, plated a transparent film on his body, slowly cutting into the colloid, and squeezed it away.

Wang Xuebin put away the Book of Alchemy and followed Dumbledore, and squeezed into this narrow house together.

The house is not very big, only about 120 to 30 square meters, without a compartment, or there was originally a compartment, but a big hole was broken in the wall of the compartment, and there was no privacy at all.

There was a single bed in each of the things in the room. There was a ball of linen on the bare bed board. The list was dirty and very sloppy.

A wooden table and two chairs are probably the most luxurious furniture in this house. The purple shirt is made of wood, and it is twisted and twisted. Although it seems to be made by the old and young Gunters themselves, there is no trace of repair.

Looking around, the house was filled with poverty and sloppy. Because Dumbledore used the explosion curse, the dust in the air swelled, adding a bit of decay to the house.

"Have you been here before? Has this always been like this?"

In the room, Wang Xuebin protected his oxygen mask, and drove away the dust in front of him from time to time. He looked around and his eyebrows were twisted into a ball.

“…”

silence...

Wang Xuebin's question was not answered by Dumbledore. The elderly figure was just standing beside a cabinet without a door, not knowing what he was looking at.

Wang Xuebin didn't care about Dumbledore's silence. He looked around and looked around. He couldn't help but urge him until the other party had no movement for a while.

"Hey, Professor Dumbledore, have you found it? If you find it, let's go out quickly. The glue will not last long. Let's restore the house as soon as possible!"

“…Ariana…”

"What?"

The whispering sound was mixed with even more swallowing sounds. Wang Xuebin, who was beside him, walked over curiously...

"Torn to pieces!"

"Golden Bell Protects!"

‘Dong!’

A grand bell ringing echoed in this desolate forest.

A figure hit out from the shaking wooden house, knocking over more than ten trees in a row before barely stopping.

"Ahem...ahhh..."

In the woods, Wang Xuebin, who had smashed a tomb, coughed while holding the tombstone that fell beside him and slowly stood up.

A sharp look flashed across his eyes, staring at Dumbledore, whose wand was aimed at him, and the momentum on his body became surging.

"...Professor Dumbledore, I advise you to put down the ring in your hand, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Don't think about it!"

In Gunter's house, Dumbledore, who was slowly walking out, was also squirting out his momentum, facing Wang Xuebin in the distance, and his hair was floating in the wind, revealing the style of the strongest white wizard in the contemporary era.

"...I will never allow anyone to take Arianna from me again...no one can do!!!"