I’m In Charge of SCP

The magician's contempt for ordinary people has reached a morbid degree.

At the graduation ceremony, Hobson interrupted Zhang Jue's speech, and none of the teachers and students stood up to stop him.

On the contrary, they even thought he was right.

As a Muggle, Zhang Jue is not qualified to speak up at the graduation ceremony of the Wizarding School.

But who is Zhang Jue?

Principal Alfred asked him to help educate these proud magicians, but he did not agree.

However, these people took the initiative to send them to the door, and it would be uncomfortable for them not to be beaten in the face.

It's dead.

But until then, Zhang Jue still didn't take them to heart. All he was thinking about now was the weird black aura.

He finally remembered where he had seen it.

In 087, in the deepest part of the stairwell, he had seen this kind of thing.

If our memory is good enough, we can recall that after Zhang Jue just became a consultant of the foundation, he and Yang Xue once explored 087 together.

And one day in the future, for some unknown reason, all the exploration records written by Yang Xue by himself were burned.

087 is a stairwell with 610 floors. There is a door at the bottom. Behind the door is a long corridor connected to a circular altar.

On the wall of the altar, there are three murals, which probably record the story of the coming of a demon.

From left to right:

A human face monster with four feet and eight hands was slaughtered in a certain human village, and his feet were all the corpses of villagers;

Countless villagers knelt in front of a prototype altar, cut off their faces with a knife, and bowed down devoutly;

An egg appeared in the stone basket in the altar, and a baby was hatched;

At that time, Yang Xue concluded that in order to defeat the monsters, human beings used some mysterious ritual to summon the gods.

But Zhang Jue felt that these three murals could not restore the whole picture.

In order to clarify the meaning of 087's existence and satisfy his **** curiosity, Zhang Jue touched the stone basket in the center of the altar with his hand.

Then his consciousness was deprived.

Later, he told Yang Xue that he had a spring dream, but everyone knew that it was obviously just an excuse. During that time, he had obviously experienced something else.

He didn't tell Yang Xue that he hadn't actually dreamed. The reason why he couldn't move was because his consciousness followed this altar back to an unknown number of years ago.

That was the age when people were still ignorant and ignorant, there was no science, only theology.

In people's eyes, the sun, the moon, the earth, and the sky are all created by gods.

Thunder, rain and dew are heavenly graces.

When the weather is good, it is a gift from God.

It is also God's punishment that no grains are harvested any year.

People began to carry out sacrificial activities, and they tried to influence those gods with their devout prayers.

As a result, a new profession appeared-wizards.

The wizards here are not wizards who use dark magic like Drucker, but those who are specifically used to communicate with gods.

In that era, such people existed in almost every country, every city, and even every village.

They claim to be able to talk to the gods and convey the will of the gods.

As a result, they were also enshrined, and only when people needed them would they come out.

No piece of land can be harvested every year.

Zhang Jue's consciousness was floating in the air.

He saw that people had invited wizards.

It was a man in a black robe.

He stayed in the temple for seven, seven forty-nine days, and then took out an egg.

It's the egg in the stone basket.

Under his command, people built an altar, carved a stone basket, and put the egg on it.

Before long, a baby was hatched from the egg.

After that, people really lived a smooth life again.

But no matter how people raise that baby or feed him milk, he just doesn't grow up.

The good times didn't last long. A few years later, a bigger drought came.

For three full years, the rain did not fall.

The wizard began to pray to the gods again.

This time he did not retreat, but directly conveyed the will of the gods to the people.

People need to offer tribute to the gods-it is their own face.

Because of the baby, everyone believed in this wizard.

Some villagers volunteered to participate in this weird ceremony.

They kowtowed religiously, cut off their faces, and dedicated them to the gods.

The ceremony is complete, and the baby in the stone basket grows up quickly.

However, to everyone's surprise, it did not grow into a person-or a god, but a monster with four hands and eight feet.

He jumped down from the altar and slaughtered all the villagers who participated in the sacrifice.

Zhang Jue's consciousness floated in the sky, witnessing this cruel scene.

Only then did he realize that his and Yang Xue's guesses were all wrong.

The order of viewing the murals should be from right to left.

This arrogant monster was actually summoned by humans themselves!

This is indeed beyond Zhang Jue's expectations.

He thought it would end there, but what happened next made him feel even more puzzled.

This part is not on the mural.

The incident reversed, and the black-robed wizard fought the monster.

After a fierce battle, he defeated the monster.

The monster was stripped of all hands and feet, tied to a wooden stake, and could not move.

The black robe wizard asked the remaining villagers to burn it to death.

The monster was swallowed by flames and turned into a black breath.

Originally, even if the matter came to a successful conclusion, Zhang Jue noticed that the black breath had not completely dissipated.

They came together and reorganized another thing.

The fog keeps circling and the shape is flexible and changeable. If Zhang Jue has to describe it, it seems to be a spinning top.

Zhang Jue drives his consciousness and wants to step forward to check.

But suddenly, he felt danger approaching.

Even if he only relived the story that happened in the past in a state of consciousness, the black mist can cross the time limit and cause harm to him!

What kind of power is this!

Zhang Jue didn't dare to be big, leaving the range of the mist, his consciousness also recovered.

He didn't mention this experience with Yang Xue, first because they were in 087 and the danger had not been eliminated, and second because it was meaningless.

According to the clothing and architectural styles of the villagers, it is conservatively estimated that this incident has occurred for thousands of years, perhaps even earlier.

Both the villagers and the black mist have become history.

It is unknown who built 087, who painted the mural, 087-1 (that face) and what the puppets are for.

At that time, Zhang Jue never imagined that he would see this kind of thing again in Britain, thousands of miles away.

Is that black robe wizard Drucker?

Zhang Jue thought about it, but he didn't feel like it.

Although they are all called "wizards", they should not be the same person.

When the black-robed wizard was fighting the monster, Zhang Jue didn't see him using magic.

There should be no relationship between the two.

But no matter what, under the mountain range that suppressed Duruk, there was a black gloomy aura. This famous wizard is definitely inextricably linked to that monster.

However, Zhang Jue did not intend to delve into this matter.

Because it is not necessary.

No matter how utterly conscience that monster has done, it has become history, buried deep in the ground of the mountain of 087 and the school of magic.

As long as that thing doesn't take the initiative to provoke him, he won't dig other people's graves for no reason.

...

These are just Zhang Jue's thought activities.

In fact, his flesh is embodied in the podium standing on the graduation ceremony of the magic school, and has withstood the questions and tests of all the teachers and students of the magic school. As a Muggle, why should he stand on the podium and give these graduates The magicians make speeches.

In the face of doubt, his answer was also very powerful.

"The topic I want to give you a lecture is—this world is not just magic."

However, when he finished saying this, all the students, including the teacher, smiled disdainfully.

Don’t they know that this world is more than magic?

In this world, besides magic, there are of course many other things.

But doesn't this come from Consultant Zhang. It is precisely because of those things that make magic appear powerful?

Muggles need weapons and guns to fight, but magicians only need a staff.

Muggles need a car, a house, and all kinds of equipment to live, but a magician still only needs a staff.

It can be said that for magicians, the staff is in hand, and I have it in the world.

Not to mention anything else, just this magic school built on these thousands of meters high mountain is enough to make the Muggles amazed.

The “miracles” such as the Egyptian pyramids and the Sphinx are nothing more than pediatrics in the eyes of magicians.

Several great magicians with earth attributes can build exactly the same one in less than a month, even larger than them.

Hobson snorted.

He did not speak, but glanced at the graduates next to him.

Hidden among the graduates, Reuter understood and shouted: "Don’t pretend to be there. Do you think that if you say something plausible, everyone will think you’re right? Principal Alfred must have been affected by you. Bewitched, the magic school has fallen to the present level! You are not qualified to stand there at all!"

Zhang Jue was just invited to give a speech to these graduates. He had nothing to do with the decline of the magic school.

But Reuter was instructed by Hobson to forcibly link these two unrelated matters.

From beginning to end, Hobson's purpose was only one-to force President Alfred to take the blame and resign through various means.

But Alfred has served as the principal of the magic school for so many years, and his prestige is too high to start directly from him.

So Zhang Jue, who is an outsider and a Muggle, is naturally the best breakthrough.

This kind of thing happened just after the graduation ceremony, and everyone who came to watch the ceremony unexpectedly.

Principal Alfred closed his eyes and did not seem to hear what Reuter said.

The focus of the audience returned to Zhang Jue.

Royt's words drew responses from many students.

Zhang Jue looked at these students and couldn't help sighing.

No matter when, these young people are always the ones who are most easily deceived.

They think they are the trend of this era, the frontier, and the back wave, but they have never thought that they are just the guns of the big bosses hidden behind them.

Still don't need money.

No brain, no thinking, easy to be rhythmic, these are their characteristics.

A little bit of public opinion orientation can make them rush to the forefront to line up with others and die.

It's sad and sad.

Zhang Jue glanced at Na Royt, and he shrank his head in fright.

Zhang Jue shook his head slightly.

"You always emphasize qualifications with me, so in your opinion, what kind of people are qualified to stand here and give you a speech? Must they be magicians? I don't think so. You think I am the so-called academic researcher "Expert consultants", can only talk on paper and talk about those theoretical knowledge? I tell you, when it comes to fighting, I have not been afraid of anyone. Royt, is the lesson I taught you yesterday not enough? Want to try again? "

Zhang Jue seemed to have been caught in the trap and began to confront the students, but in fact he was scheming and said so deliberately.

Because he felt that simply playing tricks, there is no fist to come quickly and practically.

As an atypical southerner, he also adheres to this truth-be able to do it, try not to make noise.

Of course, the mouth-hi before the fight does not count.

That's just a tactic to give the enemy's intelligence.

"Does the consultant Zhang's'I have never been afraid of anyone' referring to bullying some students who have not yet graduated?"

As soon as his voice fell, a bald wizard suddenly stepped forward from behind the graduates' team.

He is about forty or fifty years old, holding a turquoise staff in his hand, which is very eye-catching.

"Consultant Zhang." He stuck his staff on the ground, and said coldly, "I am the teacher of these graduates, Marcellus, I hope to learn from you."

From the rear, Royt was ecstatic when he saw Teacher Marcellus appear.

The teachers of the magic school are roughly divided into several types according to their different functions.

There are functional magic such as transformation and flying, and combat magic such as fireball and water dragon.

And this Marcellus teacher is the most famous battle magic teacher in the magic school.

He teaches students and has always been known for being fierce and reckless. In his class, there are many injured students.

But many people still choose his courses.

Nothing else, just because this teacher is indeed very strong, has already broken through the realm of the 8th-level high-level magician, striding forward to the 9th-level great magician.

In the entire school, there are only a few directors-such as Hobson, who is better than him, but because he himself has studied combat magic, if he really fights, the outcome is still unclear.

So when he appeared, everyone knew that the good news was coming.

This "discussion" will never end hastily, and that consultant Zhang will definitely pay the price for today's madness.

Zhang Jue stepped off the podium and came to the square below.

He glanced at Marcellus, probably able to guess where his power level was, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Although this teacher is much better than Royt's students, it is impossible to directly use terror projection to make him lose his combat effectiveness, but within a few tricks, he can definitely solve it.

At this moment, what he has to consider is whether or not to give the other side some face.

After all, others will teach the students of these magic schools in the future.

...

Just as Zhang Jue was entangled in whether to keep his hand, on the podium, the representatives of the various organizations who came to observe the ceremony were all excited.

This kind of thing happened in the graduation ceremony that I thought was a step-by-step process.

For the magic school, it may not be so glorious, but for those who are watching the excitement, they just hope that the bigger the noise, the better, and the more exciting the fight, the better.

"Interesting, really interesting."

Earl Jennings, who was on behalf of the British |

He himself is a character that can't be idle, so he was sent to this errand. Seeing that things had developed into this way, he didn't want to persuade him to fight, but he screamed for good.

Jennings is an out-and-out ordinary person. He has never seen a magician fighting. This time he hopes to feast his eyes. How can he be unhappy.

He asked the human on the left: "General Lukafor, do you think, which of them can win?"

General Lukafo is the representative of the GOC. Although he has a certain amount of combat power, people at his level no longer rely on these for food, so he shook his head and looked at another person.

"President Dunlop, what do you think?"

Dunlop is the president of the Wizarding Association and also a wizard. After Headmaster Alfred was injured, he was the strongest in the entire wizarding class.

His words are very authoritative.

He knows Teacher Marcellus very well, but his understanding of Zhang Jue is very limited.

He also couldn't say who could win.

However, both Earl Jennings and General Lukafor are considered half of his superiors, so he can't help but answer.

He weighed his words and was about to speak.

At the center of the rostrum, the old principal Alfred, who had been closing his eyes and rested since the beginning of the ceremony, suddenly opened his eyes.

He picked up the water glass in front of him, took a sip, and then an old voice came from his mouth.

"Teacher Marcellus, I'm afraid I will suffer."

Alfred has a lot of qualifications, even Earl Jennings dare not push it up in front of him, and smiled: "Old principal, Mr. Marcellus is also a teacher in your own school anyway, so don't you believe him?"

"It's not that I don't believe it." Alfred coughed lightly. "The strength of Teacher Marcellus and that consultant Zhang is probably even bigger than the difference between you and me."

Count Jennings was taken aback when he heard Principal Alfred say so.

Even Dunlop glanced at his teacher.

You know, Earl Jennings doesn't know anything about magic, and although the old principal is injured, he is still a magister. The gap between the two of them is like a moat.

The old principal said that the gap between Teacher Marcellus and Consultant Zhang is greater than that between the two of them. Could it be that the consultant is a god?

"Consultant Zhang..."

At this time, General Lukafo from the GOC suddenly read the words, searching for the name in his mind, and suddenly, he had an inspiration.

It was confidential, so he glanced at Earl Jennings and asked in a low voice: "Principal Alfred, this consultant Zhang, but outside of Arcada, the consultant Zhang who killed Ion?"

Principal Alfred nodded: "It's him."

Ah.

After confirming this matter, General Lukafo finally knew why the old principal would have such an evaluation of the strength between the two.

That consultant Zhang, although not a god, is a man who killed God.

What is the difference between fighting with such a person and seeking death?

Seeing the two of them whispering, Earl Jennings dissatisfied: "Is there something I can't say directly, what are you doing whispering."

General Lukafor smiled at him: "Earl Jennings, I bet you a gold coin, and this battle will be over in ten seconds."

...

In full view, Zhang Jue walked off the square from the podium.

He wants to have a fair duel with this teacher named Marcellus to prove that he is "qualified" to speak to the students who are about to graduate from the school of magicians.

It was a bit ridiculous, but for various reasons, it still happened like this.

To blame, you can only blame the magicians for being too defiant.

Forcing the old principal to use such drastic means to promote change, he deliberately stepped on this pit and asked Zhang Jue to slap them in the face.

When Zhang Jue left the field, Hobson asked other teachers to take all the graduates off the field.

Everything is in his plan.

Now, on the entire square, there are only two teachers, Zhang Jue and Marcellus.

This graduation ceremony is more like an arena for the two of them.

Hobson's eyes gradually showed fanaticism.

As long as Zhang Jue is defeated in a while, he will take the opportunity to join dozens of teachers with a letter to Earl Jennings and General Lukafor to impeach Principal Alfred.

Under the gaze of all the students, even if Alfred could not be removed on the spot, he, the principal, would not be a few days later.

There are not many people in the magic school ~www.novelmt.com~ who have the qualifications to be the principal. Of course, the one with the highest voice is himself.

Hobson thought so, and then returned his gaze to Teacher Marcellus and Zhang Jue. Success or failure depends on this.

Not only him, but the students, teachers, leaders of various organizations, guests, and everyone's eyes were all focused on Zhang Jue.

They were filled with joy and thought that a grand battle was about to begin.

However, what happened next surprised everyone.

Probably, they will never forget it in their lives.

...

Foreshadowing for too long, I know this is a very bad habit, but personally like this way of writing, probably this is one of the reasons for the street. If there is a copy, I will try my best to change it, because this book still has a lot of lines buried in the early stage, and I am reluctant to cut it off.

With 6000 words in this chapter, we still owe 3 chapters.