Sometimes, even if you know how to do it, you can't do it when you actually want to do it.

This is the case with Carl now.

Even if Grindelwald told him what to do, it wasn't easy when he really wanted to pull the giant redwood tree out of the ground.

In fact, strictly speaking, the word pluck is not used accurately.

To be precise, it should be a magic power to make the redwood come out of the soil on its own.

It sounded as if the redwood tree could understand him and pop out of the dirt on its own.

But this is the case, it is not scientific at all, and it is not even like the existence of at least one force like the telekinetic force, which violates almost all the laws of physics.

But the truth is, magic is not science.

After listening to Grindelwald's explanation, Carl became more and more aware that magic was a purely idealistic thing.

The question now is how to use this idealistic power to pull a redwood tree fifty or sixty meters high out of the soil on its own.

Grindelwald had just said that he had to believe that he could do it.

This alone directly stumped him.

No wands, no spells, just using your mind to control everything, sounds powerful, and Carl yearns for it.

It's like walking the talk.

But the hard part is to believe.

After traveling to this world for more than ten years, entering Hogwarts for a year and a half, and seeing so much magical magic, theoretically, he should have accepted this unscientific world a long time ago.

However, in his previous life, as a pure science and engineering man, scientific ideas were rooted deeper in his mind than he imagined.

This is not something that can be easily changed by shouting two slogans of "I believe" and "I can do it".

His worldview, his values, his outlook on life, everything is based on this scientific materialism, including his self-perception, everything.

If this concept is changed by force, it is not surprising that he will be tortured into a madman.

However, the difference between a genius and a mortal is that a genius is smart enough and can always find a way.

There is no doubt that he is a genius.

It was, is, and will always be.

So, he thought of a solution.

In fact, this solution has long been in front of him.

At the end of last semester, he secretly wrote a thesis.

On the Reduction of the Negative Effect of Self-Deception on Black Magic

It seems that self-deception can be used not only to use black magic safely, but also to do something else.

He needs a bit of self-deception.

......

It didn't take long for Carl to figure out that he was starting to figure out something.

The difficulty of self-deception is that it's almost impossible to convince yourself of what you don't think you can do.

After all, it's easy to deceive others, but it's incredibly hard to deceive yourself.

And when you try to do something like that, you're almost doomed to fail.

However, there is a way to convince yourself that you can do anything.

- Extended mental suggestion from a direction where you will not have self-doubt in any case.

Just like Carl.

He was convinced that he was a genius -

No matter the past or future, no matter the past or the present, he has never doubted and will never doubt.

Nothing can break that confidence.

Then Carl thought of something that would strengthen that confidence.

His handsomeness is also rare in the world.

If you have to rank the men in the world in terms of appearance, Carl thinks that he can be tied for the first place with many people.

Of course, the main reason for this is that his humble character is deservedly the number one in the world.

There is no doubt about that.

Adding the two, Carl began to feel that a person as unique as him was born to do things that ordinary people couldn't.

Gradually, he began to believe that he could uproot the tree.

Then, in his gaze, the tree began to shake.

Carlisle and the others had been watching, and they had waited for a very long time, not understanding what was going on, until they began to feel a slight tremor under their feet.

"Get up for me!"

Carl snorted, and the air around his body rippled.

At the same time, in front of me, the huge redwood tree that was more than fifty meters high was slowly pulled out of the soil inch by inch.

......

As the redwood trees pulled out of the soil inch by inch, the eyes of the nearby spectators widened.

They thought Carl was dancing with Grindelwald, but then, Grindelwald didn't hide it, and they heard every word.

Only then did I know that the latter was training Carl.

Now, they're more interested.

Wizards give lessons to wizards, and this is the first time they have met.

At first, they watched with interest, but for a long time, they saw Kalgan standing there in a daze, and everyone was a little bored.

Vampires are fine, their centuries-long lives have made their patience far beyond ordinary people, but the wolf clan is different, especially Jacob and other young people.

After a long time, Jacob couldn't help but feel a little sleepy and couldn't help but yawn.

However, halfway through the yawn, he felt a tremor under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the scene that had just happened, and the remaining half of the yawning could not be finished anymore, and his mouth was wide open, staring at everything in front of him in a daze.

Around Carlisle, the vampires were also exchanging horrified glances with each other.

They had heard of wizards, and some had even dealt with them, but the scene in front of them was still a little beyond their imagination.

But at the same time, there are people who are a little disappointed.

"It's not interesting, I can do it. Emmett pouted disdainfully.

He's not lying, and the other vampires may not be able to, but he is known for his strength, and if he uses all his strength, he may be able to pull the tree out.

In his opinion, it was not as good as last year, when he was nearly killed by Karl in a magically created Great Rift, which he will never forget.

This time, he thought he would see something even more shocking.

"It's not that simple, Emmett. Carlisle was keenly aware of something.

He pointed to the wand in Grindelwald, and with his and Emmet's eyesight, he could see everything that was going on Karl's side.

"Carl didn't use it. ”

......

Carl raised his hands as if he was holding something, his forehead was bruised, and even his lips were a little purple.

The redwood tree, which he had "pulled" out with his magic, floated more than half a meter above the ground, with thick roots and black dirt.

Carl let the redwoods float for a few seconds, and then, he couldn't hold it anymore, and the tight strings in his head suddenly loosened.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, he lost his grip, and the redwood tree fell straight back into the pit.

After a few more seconds, the broken roots could no longer balance the weight of the trunk itself, and the trunk of the large tree began to fall to the side, and finally fell to the ground, shaking the ground.

"How?"

Looking at Grindelwald, although a little out of breath, Carl couldn't help but laugh.

He had a reason to do so.

This is already a leap forward.

With this first success, it will undoubtedly be much easier to do it later.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after doing all this, he feels as if his whole person has been sublimated in some way.

However, "Smack!"

There was a whiplash, and then a burning pain spread through Carl's body again.

Carl twisted his neck mechanically and looked at Grindelwald aggrievedly.

He couldn't resist, because he knew the old man would only pump harder.

You can only express your dissatisfaction with your eyes.

"Don't be too complacent, boy, you've just entered the door!" said Grindelwald, holding his wand.

"I did what you asked. Carl said pitifully.

Grindelwald glanced at him and said disdainfully, "You're up to the mark?"

"It took you eight hours. ”

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky.

Carl hurriedly looked up, only to find that it was dark, and a bright moon had hung high in the sky.

I didn't expect that so much time had passed unconsciously.

It seems that he was so focused that he didn't notice the passage of time.

Carl was relieved.

Fortunately, Grindelwald didn't pump him again.

"Come here today, continue tomorrow!"

At this point, Carl breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he is addicted to smoking, but he is afraid that the old man will just fish for three days and dry nets for two days on a whim.

Although he was pumped all over the floor, Karl didn't want to pass up this opportunity.

This kind of one-on-one in-person teaching opportunity is not available every day.

Voldemort's guidance was still the one he promised to help him steal the Philosopher's Stone, and at the moment this one was no worse than Voldemort, and even stronger in some directions.

Thinking of this, Carl suddenly became a little curious.

He wanted to see how far he was from the real boss.

"Well, you'll show me how. ”

In the moonlight, Karl embarrassedly gestured to another redwood tree at the edge of the clearing.

It was a little shorter than the one he had just pulled up, but it was also unusually tall, at least forty meters by sight.

Hearing this, Grindelwald glared at him.

Then the old man closed his eyes, as if he did not want to deal with him.

Just when Carl thought he was going to be rejected, the ground suddenly began to tremble under his feet.

This tremor was not the kind of small fight he had just made, but as if there was an earthquake.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

The ground shook more and more, and Carl swayed left and right, almost falling to the ground without standing still.

At the same time, there were countless "clicks", which were the sound of broken roots.

A few seconds later, Karl stood there silently, looking at everything in front of him.

Not only the one he was pointing to, but as far as the eye could see, the entire redwood forest around it had been pulled out of the soil and floated majestically in the air.

Each tree is surrounded by ordinary people, and as far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of dense trees, and people's scalps can't stop tingling.

Grindelwald stood in the middle of the clearing, his hands raised flat, the moonlight shining on his face like a god.