There is one thing he admires about the world in which Zheng Qing lived before the age of eighteen—let's call it the world of science. That is, everything is logical and realistic.

For example, in the middle of the night, there are undulating white or blue-green flames floating over the graveyard, and we can judge that those are just the spontaneous combustion reaction of phosphine with a low ignition point at room temperature according to their properties and composition.

For example, if a mountaineer encounters an avalanche in the mountains at an altitude of 6,000 meters, geologists will tell you that it is because when the cohesion and gravity inside the snow are in stalemate, they are disturbed by external forces, such as stone rolling, foot vibration, wind sound, etc., and the external pressure exceeds the cohesion, which eventually leads to the avalanche.

Or when there is a murder case in a private club, the police officers can always deduce an ingenious but very reasonable way to kill people with the help of the water stains left at the scene, the locked windows and doors, and the calm waiters.

It's just that this set of procedures is not so easy to use in the wizarding world, that is, the world where Zheng Qing is staying now.

Because it's a world of magic.

In the wizarding world, the white or blue-green flames wafting over the graveyard in the middle of the night may be a ghost with contact lenses wandering around, an avalanche on the top of a mountain may be a duel between giants for the position of the leader, or a snowman is losing his temper because his long hair has been hung up by a branch, and there are even more possibilities for murder cases in secret rooms - curses, potions, witchcraft, head lowering, nightmares, etc. - even Zheng Qing, who has been in the wizarding world for less than half a year, can list a large number of similar methods.

That's one of the very bad things about the wizarding world – eternal uncertainty.

You never know how far away your inference is from the truth.

Of course, there are many bad things about the wizarding world. Just like there will always be unclean demonic mold on the walls and floors of an old house, and a pearl-colored ghost will pop up from time to time in the house of a dead person, or when you are 180 years old and finally survive your old enemy, you can still beat you up in your 12-year-old elementary school graduation photo.

It's also very sad to think about.

But there are two sides to everything. The uncertainty of the conclusion certainly makes it more difficult to make a decision, but it also makes it less difficult to find an answer in a way – when faced with any incomprehensible or unanswerable question, all you have to do is shrug your shoulders, spread your hands, and say, 'This is magical.'"

Just like now.

The group of elves raised by Zheng Qing obviously had a big problem with their bodies. Theoretically speaking, the elves who lack the matching life potion and use the elixir prepared by the royal jelly in the sand to prolong their life should have a series of abnormal symptoms before the theoretical expiration date of the potion - such as dizziness, drowsiness, decreased judgment, slower reaction speed, and so on.

However, according to the actual results of Dr. Duzem's examination, these elves are very healthy, completely illogically healthy, and the health is so healthy that even the doctors, who are senior alchemists, cannot believe it.

"It's not scientific!" After hearing Dr. Duzem attribute the cause of the elf's anomaly to himself, the young public student froze for a few seconds and couldn't help but exclaim: "It doesn't make sense at all! I have never done anything more to them than what you told me! Not at all!"

His voice was a little out of control, and it seemed very abrupt in this quiet little courtyard.

Konstantin, an old servant who was directing several copper kettles of different colors to water and fertilize the herbs in the nursery, was startled by the young wizard's cry, and his hand shook, and the three copper kettles slammed into each other.

"Ahh......h Every drop of these potions is worth a hundred times more than your belly of water!"

"But I'm just flying to the left......" replied timidly the other yellow copper kettle, trying to move its body backwards, trying to avoid the saliva that the green copper kettle sprayed at it.

"Fool, the position of the two of you is opposite, your left is its right!" The red copper kettle sandwiched between the two kettles sneered, first despised the yellow copper kettle, and then said to the green copper kettle in a mocking tone: "Excuse me, the few taels of valuable potion in your stomach did not spill out in the collision just now, but all squirted out of your shouting saliva." ”

"I'm very sorry...", the yellow kettle cautiously moved a little closer to the red kettle.

"Who are you talking about, red kettle, dare you try my insecticidal speed!" The green kettle became more and more annoyed when he heard the ridicule of the red kettle, and his cry became more and more sharp.

"So you're stupid. The red copper kettle continued to sneer: "I'm not as stupid as you...... Will use a belly of fertilizer to compare the speed of insecticide with your insecticide. ”

"Shut up all three!" The old servant listened to the noisy noise of the three copper kettles, only felt that his head hurt, and finally stomped on the crane beak hoe in fright: "The young master is busy over there...... If you keep yelling, be careful that I smash you all flat with my hoe!"

"I have long said that the copper kettle should be hammered with a hoe if it has been used for more than a year, otherwise there will be too much dirt in the stomach and the brain circuit will be blocked...... Now you're finally listening. The crane-beak hoe in the old servant's hand hissed and laughed.

The young student faintly heard what seemed to be a small commotion in the nursery not far away.

It's just that his mind is now full of what Dr. Duzem just said, and he is not in the mood to pay attention to the little things that a few copper kettles quarrel about.

"It's not scientific, it's impossible..."Zheng Qing muttered, looking down at the elf in the paper house, completely confused.

"It's magical. Dr. Duzem shrugged, spread his hands, and added in a very casual tone, "Magic is the power to transform the unthinkable into reality...... If you think it's incredible, it means that you haven't adapted to the power of magic, to this magical world. ”

"As for what you think is impossible," said Dr. Duzem, looking down at the huge sunglasses on the young student's face, and chuckling, "Since your eyes can be so beautiful and such a subtle color, it shouldn't be difficult to understand that your elves are affected a little...... Recall if anything has happened to you that is beyond the normal state of magic. ”

Zheng Qing opened his mouth, just wanted to justify that his eyes turned red because of blood bruising, but when he heard the doctor's last words, he suddenly remembered the black cat that ran out of him in the freshman competition, remembered a certain shadow that broke through the two-dimensional barrier and came to this world, remembered his equally abnormal transformation technique, and remembered the similar conjecture between Professor Yao and Su Shijun, and suddenly fell silent.

If it is said that a poke needs a life potion that matches its essence in order to survive, it is a matter of approximating the law.

So according to Lao Yao, the most effective means for the wizarding world to change the law at present is to ban spells.

Fortunately or unfortunately, Zheng Qing seems to have some degree of intersection with both.