Two days later after that conversation, Dumbledore was almost getting along with He Shenyan as an apprentice. But neither of them felt anything wrong. Dumbledore even felt that his energy was back when he was young. He no longer cared about those political considerations and precise calculations in his mind, but simply studied and experienced the rhythm of every magic.

Just like now, he is learning the most basic meditation in He Shenyan's mouth. He Shenyan asked him to sit cross-legged, and the soft blanket acted as a pad under his body. A special fragrance made his thoughts float into the clouds. Dumbledore heard He Shenyan's voice coming, as if it was in the ear and as far away: "You have been casting spells with a magic wand before, so this may be a little difficult for you, but it doesn't matter. As long as you master the magic power and release it, you will step into the door half foot. Now listen carefully to every word I say."

"Relax." He did as he said, his body completely relaxed, even more than sleep.

"It's great, it's very fast to get into the state. But tomorrow you'll try to get out of the help of the potion and enter a completely empty state. Below, imagine you're floating."

He began to imagine that he was floating... While this thought emerged from the bottom of his heart, he felt a strange joy, as if he was in a dream, everything around him was gone, and He Shenyan's voice became more and more ethereal. The scene around him gradually became fluorescent, and he floated naked in a white space with many fluorescent balls. Dumbledore was a little surprised. He wanted to put on his clothes, so the next second, his robe appeared on his body, which was his favorite crescent color.

"Very good, now tell me what you saw."

He heard his own voice, and the vitality and excitement in the voice made him doubt: Is this my voice?

"There are light everywhere...white spots of light, I am in a pure white space."

"Try to grab a spot of light. But don't use your hands, but rely on 'thinking'."

He as He Shenyan said, imagining that the light spot closest to him was grabbed by himself, but he did not extend his hand, and the light spot flew over by himself.

"I caught it."

"Open your eyes." He Shenyan said. So Dumbledore opened his eyes, and the ethereal and safe feeling disappeared. He was surprised to find that he was holding a white magic ball in his hand. Dumbledore smiled, and his wrinkles disappeared a lot: "This...? This is magic?"

"It's your magic. The space you just entered... no matter what you call it, soul space, Eden, Kabbalah tree, palace... as you like, that's the place where magic power is stored in your body." He Shenyan explained patiently, and he also clicked his temple: "Generally speaking, magic power is stored in the brain. It complements your soul and will. As your magic power rises, your body will be very close to your soul without realizing it. The greatest effect of persisting in meditation is that mages are no longer afraid of the devil, because the devils no longer have the ability to take away the soul of another mage. Our souls belong only to ourselves, and we are completely free."

Dumbledore looked at the soft light ball in his hand. He could feel the connection between the small light ball and himself. He asked, "Are the mages like you in the world you come to?"

"What are you referring to? Of course they are not as strong as me. One should be 30% of my level." He Shenyan shrugged. Dumbledore continued: "No... I mean, are they all as happy as you are to teach such knowledge?"

"Of course... no." When talking about this issue, He Shenyan became energetic. He smiled and said, "In fact, before the seventeenth century, the mages were still covering that little knowledge without people reading it. Usually it was passed down from family, but if the son or daughter had no talent, they would write a book and bring it to the grave. If there were people who could dig it out, he would learn it. After the seventeenth century, as my teacher became the supreme wizard, she traveled around the country to unite the loose mages. After that, we shared our knowledge and helped each other - that's it, you know."

He waved his hand and a heavy book appeared in the air, giving Dumbledore a look at the cover "Basics of Soul Experiment and High-end Applications" and dispersed it: "In short, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have seen these treasures. Magic would not have improved. No matter how talented a person is, he can't compare to a group of people after all. This is also one of the reasons why I want you to learn real magic. In addition to being unable to see your bad use methods, I also want to see what kind of surprises you will bring to me after you fully develop your talents."

He patted the classics casually and said a few offensive words with a smile. The contempt for the wizards was not concealed in his tone, but Dumbledore was not angry, at least he was honest enough. And it was true. In two days, he first started from the theory of the construction of magic, and then to the combination of spirit and will. The meditation and magic that he carried out today were released, but in just two days he completely agreed with He Shenyan's evaluation of the wizards: he was deprived of talent.

Because it's really the case.

It’s not that they don’t work hard or that they are not talented. Instead, they are taking detours and entering a vicious cycle.

"Okay, the rest time is almost over. If you are interested in the history of my world, I can also give you a few books when the crash course is over, and you can take a look at it yourself. Now ready, I'm going to teach you how to influence the real world with your will - this may hurt a little."

Pain? Dumbledore didn't understand what he meant for a moment, and knew that He Shenyan slapped his forehead with a palm. The huge amount of magic directly slapped his soul out of his body. With a severe pain, he looked at his body in shock and sat cross-legged, even breathing slowly. "This? Am I dead?"

"How is that possible! And even if you really die, I have a way to pull you back." He Shenyan shook his head, and he continued: "I just want you to look at this process from the perspective of the soul, so that you will see it more clearly. By the way, I will reveal a little knowledge that the Eye of the Soul can usually see more things than the naked eye, and everything is the same."

He stretched out his right hand, and the black magic gathered in his palm to form a ball. He Shenyan reminded: "Look clearly!"

As his words fell, the ball gradually twisted and deformed in his palm, and after a minute, it became a piece of bread.

He Shenyan took a bite and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, the taste is OK. This spell is the basis of a series of transformation techniques. You can ask him to make bread. Sometimes I dress up like Jesus when I am bored and go out to share bread for the homeless. The key point is to fully understand the method, taste, taste, and breath of bread - of course, it's okay if you don't know the taste. You just need to think that this thing can fill your stomach. You have to rely on your spirit and will to drive magic and use your imagination to turn magic into bread. You can also change something else, as long as you succeed for the first time, the principle of running and magic flow of this spell will be engraved in your mind. At that time, you don't need to imagine it deliberately, and you can turn bread into a wave."

"But more advanced ones need to remember the magic model in particular. This kind of magic that does not require preparation is like this." After he finished speaking, he ate the remaining half of the bread in one bite, and sent Dumbledore's soul back to his body. He said, "Now, come and try it. Change whatever you like."

Dumbledore did as he said, and the soft white light ball in his hand only made some noise after five minutes, and fine beads of sweat had emerged from Dumbledore's forehead. He Shenyan did not urge him or her. He patiently watched his first student's efforts-who had not cast a spell for the first time? The first time was always very difficult.

In ten minutes, the light ball turned into a small long strip. In fifteen minutes, Dumbledore had already started sweating violently. His eyes were wide open behind the crescent lens and gritted his teeth. The light ball finally turned into a small white candy.

"It's very good, try it." A smile appeared on He Shenyan's face, and he suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. Dumbledore gasped and threw the candy into his mouth. The familiar smell made him laugh. The old man's smile was as innocent as a child: "It seems that the candy I've eaten for so many years is not in vain."

He Shenyan pulled him up from the ground, made a gesture, and the basement door opened, and he said, "Now go and rest for a while. Spirit needs to be restored. Long-term casting can lead to some minor problems. Exhaustion is one of the most obvious symptoms. Stop when you feel tired, unless you have to do not cast the spell with fatigue, do you understand?"
Chapter completed!