You have to work very hard to make it look effortless.
When Professor Sprout said those words to Jon in a light tone, this was the only thought in Jon's mind.
If the professor didn't have so much sweat on her face, her light tone might have been more believable.
But as the feedback from the glove became more and more obvious, Jon's expression became worse and worse.
He forgot that he was the one wearing the glove. The one who had to bear the burden was naturally him, not Professor Sprout.
Then, he felt a tingling sensation in his hand again.
Something was trying to drill into his hand, but strangely enough, he was able to remain very clear-headed despite the obvious pain.
It seemed that something was resisting this force, preventing it from invading Jon's body.
So, as if he was guided, Jon turned his head slightly.
In a place that didn't exist, he saw a flying mystic bird.
Protect the faith of the gods, be vigilant of the unknown.
[Oracle of Fate - Mystic Bird]
Descended here.
...
Everything in the world had a difference in quality and quantity.
It was difficult for an isolated island to resist the erosion of the waves, and Jon also couldn't resist the erosion of the gods.
It wasn't that the mystic bird couldn't do it, but that he was too weak.
This was just the mystic bird spontaneously protecting its master. If he was the one who activated the mystic bird's divine power, then it would be like what happened when he tried to control Helga's honey badger in the Demonic Fairy Castle. Basically, his magic power would be drained in less than half a second.
At this level of Guardian God, the requirement for power was a little too high.
Professor Sprout actually saw Jon's abnormality, but at this time, the witch had no way to solve this problem. This kind of thing could only wait for Jon to overcome it himself.
She had confidence in Jon.
But Jon didn't have confidence in himself.
The mystic bird's protection only lasted for a short time. After that, he had to resist the erosion of the gods with his own willpower.
But in fact, these things couldn't be considered as complete erosion. At the same time, they also carried the meaning of inheritance. In other words, as long as Jon could survive and grasp this inheritance, this erosion wouldn't be a big deal.
It was like a test. If you couldn't pass it, then you didn't have the qualifications to inherit this tradition. If you could pass it, then it was the real beginning.
But when the power of the knob was truly removed, the piercing pain that came from his ten fingers almost made Jon faint.
That kind of experience was hard to describe. It was as if someone was using a silver needle to prick his finger repeatedly. Then, a huge amount of water or something was poured into his finger, making his finger feel very swollen. It even felt like his blood was flowing backwards.
After an unknown amount of time, his consciousness returned to the real world. When he opened his eyes, he saw Professor Sprout, who was busy in front of a small table.
When Jon saw the utensils placed in front of Professor Sprout, he knew what was going on.
"Professor, you made a potion for me again."
"It's nothing, it's nothing important. It's just a potion."
Seeing that Jon had woken up, Professor Sprout stopped what she was doing and restored those utensils to their original state one by one. It was only then that Professor Sprout realized that those utensils were made from stones by using a transformation spell.
As expected of a professor.
"How are you? You just passed out. Your brain must be feeling very bad right now."
Jon nodded and sat up from the sofa with an arm supporting himself. "There are indeed a lot of things in my brain. It should be because I triggered the inheritance mark on this thing."
Jon raised his hand, only to find that the gloves on his hand had disappeared without a trace.
"Don't be surprised, this is normal. After all, the gods can't always wear a pair of gloves in front of their followers. These things can be freely hidden."
Professor Sprout said. She had once seen a person who could completely store a god's relic into his body. He didn't even need to expose the power of the relic to move it.
"However, even if this thing has thousands of benefits, it's too heavy a load. This is destined to limit many Wizard. Speaking of which, I was lucky enough to obtain a god's relic, but I couldn't get it because of the load."
Professor Sprout briefly described this experience. She then asked, "Let's talk about it, what is the inheritance you came into contact with?"
Jon couldn't answer the question of what the inheritance was. Because the problem was that although those things were in his mind, he couldn't understand them.
Those things appeared in front of him in the form of words. He could use them, but he couldn't understand them.
"If you really can't understand them, you can write them down. I can help you translate them."
Needless to say, Professor Sprout's suggestion was very understanding.
Jon got up from the sofa and walked to the desk. He took out a notebook, pen, and ink and began to write down the words in his mind in the notebook.
Thus, the small room fell into silence again.
Only the sound of the tip of the pen scratching against the paper echoed in the room.
Professor Sprout silently looked at Jon's focused face. After a long silence, she sighed softly and said, "You're becoming more and more obsessed with academics. If you keep doing this … you don't really want to be a scholar, do you?"
"Of course, why not?"
Jon lowered his head and replied, "Professor, aren't you also a scholar?"
"Me? I'm actually an exception."
Professor Sprout seemed to have thought of something, and a bitter smile appeared on her face.
"Speaking of which, Jon, have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?"
"I have, but reality obviously has nothing to do with my thoughts." Jon didn't stop writing, but he said something else. "I've known since I was a child that I'm different from the children around me. I can do a lot of things that they can't do, and I have a very amazing mother. Speaking of which, becoming a Wizard wasn't my choice, but since I became a Wizard, I have to do what a Wizard should do. I grew up in the Muggle society, so I don't have much contact with the Wizard world. Personally speaking, I don't really like the situation in the magic world.
So from this perspective, being a scholar who stands aloof from worldly affairs is a very good prospect for the future, right? "
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