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"What should we do?" Mih sat down next to him. "The resistance has finally stabilized. Could it be that..."
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Zhang Mu stood up and patted his butt: "Maybe you'll be needed by then."
"Please feel free to give your orders."
Nodding in response, he wasted no more time and rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion at full speed.
"Sauron!"
He yelled once he was through the gate.
About a minute later, Soran walked out of the main hall. Without waiting for Zhang Mu to speak, he said, "Lord City Lord, the king has replied."
"explain."
"Warning us not to mess around."
"It's within expectations." Zhang Mu smiled, "Okay, don't worry about the capital, go and help me with something."
"Lord City Lord, please speak."
"Go find me a professional who likes to delve into the principles of magic."
"Huh?" I thought he was going to talk about strategies for defending against the enemy, but it turned out to be something completely irrelevant.
Soran hesitated and said, "Lord City Lord, can I ask you one more question?"
"ask."
"Does this have anything to do with the trouble we're facing?"
"Of course." Zhang Mu put his hands behind his back, "If everything goes well, no matter how many troops from the Lagu Kingdom come, they will be killed."
Not knowing where his confidence came from, Soran was puzzled, bowed and left: "I'll do it right away."
As they walked through the gate, Zhang Mu reminded them loudly: "Don't just look in the city, check out the construction site as well."
"As ordered."
The nearby cities were destroyed by a wave of monsters, and all the surviving citizens fled to the city of Gul. It is estimated that the probability of finding a qualified candidate is much greater there.
After everything was arranged, Zhang Mu was not idle either. He went to the study alone and closed the door.
Then he summoned a portal to return to Blue Star and went to the mall to buy a complete set of science textbooks.
Zhang Mu always likes to make preparations for both scenarios when doing anything.
After all, when it comes to understanding the principles of magic, Zhang Mu, who has the panel, is not much worse than others.
It's just that he has a lot of things to do and can't concentrate on studying the combination of technology and magic.
But a living person can't be suffocated to death by urine, so he planned to give Soran a week.
If asking for help doesn't yield any results, Zhang Mu will prepare to do it himself. This will delay his progress in practicing meditation, but it is a helpless move.
And he was very busy during those seven days.
Most of the content in the textbooks is relatively basic.
If you want to learn cutting-edge knowledge systematically and quickly, you have to find the right place - there is nothing better than school.
Zhang Mu spent one day memorizing all the textbooks that were stacked higher than a person, and then activated the shadow technique to rush to the famous science university.
Chapter 191 Hogwarts House—Amei House?
Massachusetts Institute of Technology, abbreviated as MIT, is located in Massachusetts, America and is a world-renowned private research university.
This is a suitable science university that Zhang Mu chose nearby.
When he first arrived at the school, considering saving time, he did not try to use the off-screen method to enroll, but directly activated the shadow technique to enter the classroom and attend the class.
But over the past day, he found this to be very inconvenient.
For many doubts about knowledge, it is not impossible to think on your own or check information and study on your own, but it consumes more energy.
It's definitely incomparable. The teacher's explanation is very detailed and anatomical, and it goes by quickly.
But class time is limited and I have too many questions, so I have to ask the teacher after class.
In the eyes of others, Zhang Mu, who does not exist, obviously cannot do it.
So on the second day, Zhang Mu found a student who had almost no social activities, almost no friends, ordinary looks, and a weak sense of existence. He used his mental power to stun him and threw him into the "world".
He then used his Transfiguration technique to take his place and sat in the classroom to attend the class.
Three days passed in a flash, and Zhang Mu didn't rest for a second.
I attend classes normally during the day, and in my free time I either read books on the knowledge I need or ask professors for advice.
The responsible physics professor did not show any impatience when facing Zhang Mu's initial questions which were more basic.
You know, even in the best universities in the world, there are students who enter through the back door, although not many.
Normally, schools don't have high expectations for such students, and the same goes for teachers.
But when he heard the slightly "low-end" question, he directly took Zhang Mu to his office and patiently analyzed the problem for him.
Over the next two days, he became more and more surprised.
Zhang Mu's progress was beyond his understanding.
To use an inappropriate analogy.
On the first day, he felt that the person sitting opposite him on the desk was a babbling child, but on the second day, he felt that the person sitting opposite him on the desk was a mentally mature adult.
And on the third day, he had become a wise man with profound knowledge.
Zhang Mu not only absorbed the knowledge he explained every day, but also drew inferences from it.
To the extent that the professor had the illusion that he was not teaching humans, but rather entering data into a state-of-the-art computer.
No need to worry about comprehension or memory.
Even if the data is entered in a disorderly and messy manner, it can automatically integrate and sort it. With just two clicks of the mouse, what you want will appear in front of you quickly and neatly.
Compared with this, the feeling that Zhang Mu brought to the fight was even more terrifying.
Because current computers cannot surpass humans.
Perhaps the speed of summarizing documents and calculating data exceeds that of humans, but in the end it is impossible to develop new tricks based on what is already available.
But Zhang Mu is different.
Today is the third day since the two began their question-and-answer session. The professor realizes that their current situation is more like a discussion than teaching.
In fact, as the topic deepened, the professor could hardly keep up with Zhang Mu's thinking.
The professor couldn't remember how many times he was stuck in answering the questions raised by Zhang Mu.
"High." He smiled apologetically, "On my way home yesterday, I thought of asking you today if you would like to apply for my graduate program."
Raising his left arm, he stared at his wrist: "But after chatting for a whole morning, I think it's not necessary."
Zhang Mu, who had an ordinary face, smiled back: "You are too kind."
“Excessive modesty is arrogance, and it is not shameful to admit one’s talent.
Oh, you Chinese call this kind of behavior, modesty."
"And restrained." Zhang Mu said happily.
"Well, after all, I haven't been to that land." The professor took off his glasses, picked up the cotton cloth and gently wiped the lenses, "By the way.
Do you know what happened in London?"
"I think anyone who is not blind will see the news."
"Yes, on my way to the cafeteria and halfway back to the office, the students I passed by were all discussing it."
Putting his glasses back on his nose, the professor said hesitantly, "What do you think the probability is?"
Without giving an answer, Zhang Mu asked, "What do you think?"
"I really want to say that this is illogical." The professor was a little excited, gesturing with his hands in front of him. "The queen of Ying Country said that Hogwarts has existed for thousands of years.
But humans have not discovered anything related to this.
As for magic, according to the description in the novel, the magical power required to release magic should be an element or energy.
But the composition of the air on Blue Star has been explored in depth countless times."
"So, professor, you think it's a lie?"
"No, the Queen is indeed younger..." His eyes flickered, "It could also be some kind of drug...
I can’t make a definitive conclusion unless I go there myself with the equipment.”
It’s just… hehe, Hogwarts probably wouldn’t look down on an old man who is about to go to the grave.” The professor with gray hair smiled with a hint of hidden deep regret.
"The news reports say that Hogwarts admissions do not focus on age, occupation, etc., the criteria that humans use to judge their own merits and demerits."
"I've been rejected..." The professor blurted out halfway, then realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and quickly shut up.
But it was obviously too late, Zhang Muer was not unlucky.
kindness?
He was puzzled because his first batch of interview letters were only sent out in London, and he didn't even know the professor before coming to MIT, so how could he have been rejected?
Where did the Hogwarts Amy House come from?
The doubt lasted only a blink of an eye.
My goodness, is someone impersonating Hogwarts to commit fraud?
You are quite brave.
He understood what was going on, but his expression remained unchanged: "Professor, are you sure that the organization you met was really Hogwarts?"
"You have to keep it a secret."
"of course."
Knowing that the situation was irreversible, the professor stood up, locked the door and closed the windows.