Magic!

"But I was beaten badly before." Xinyue was still not convinced.

"But I have investigated and found out that you may have started the matter yourself. You can only blame yourself for this." Huiyao said coldly.

My friend, you are quite nice... Russell thought to himself, having a pretty good impression of this pale blond-haired fourth grader.

After contacting Huiyao's identity, Russell suddenly remembered something and asked politely:

"By the way, Mr. Huiyao. You will definitely participate in the upcoming Academy Star Competition. Are your two teammates confirmed? I happen to have the idea of ​​participating, but I don't know if it's inconvenient for you."

Compared to Arctic Wolf, Hui Yao is a true fourth-year powerhouse. With him, your chances of winning the championship will be much greater!

Duncan, who looked lost and sad just now, immediately recovered:

"Like classmate Russell, I also want to participate in the Academy Star Competition. Can you add me to the competition?"

Mr. Principal, are you also participating as a prize? Russell was a little surprised.

But Duncan acted very naturally and without any shame. The expression on his face seemed to say, "Huiyao, your apology should be sincere. Now you can take me to compete as compensation."

Facing the passionate eyes of the two teenagers and the widened eyes of his cousin beside him, Huiyao shook his head:

"I'm afraid not. Xinyue also wants to participate, and I have agreed to take her."

"So is there still a spot?" Duncan was unwilling to give up hope.

"Some time ago, before this freshmen entered the College of Higher Education, I had already found a girl from the Department of Creation and Summoning as my teammate." Huiyao smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I usually live alone and don't have many acquaintances in the college. I didn't expect that my cousin Xinyue would be promoted to the college this year. I happened to have bought extraordinary items from that girl before, so I chose her without thinking too much. ”

"What? Cousin, have you already decided on a teammate?" Xinyue also looked quite surprised, as if she had just learned the news, "Who is the teammate you are talking about?"

"Xinghuo. A third-year student in the Department of Creation and Summoning. He is probably the best extraordinary craftsman in the Academy besides Mr. Traveler." Hui Yao replied.

"Why her?" Xinyue's eyes almost fell out of her eyes, "She is a traitor to the All Things Society!"

Huiyao frowned and said half speechlessly and half disdainfully:

"Does this matter? Why do you always care about these inexplicable partisans and dissidents?"

Xinyue wanted to retort, but the words were stuck in her mouth and she was speechless.

At Duncan's disappointed sigh, Russell bid farewell to Hui Yao and watched Hui Yao and the gloomy Crescent Moon leave.

"Mr. Principal, do you also want to participate in the Academy Star Competition?" Russell confirmed in a doubtful tone.

If Duncan wins the championship, will he entrust himself with one thing?

"Yes, my current identity is a freshman in the College of Astrology and Numerology. Isn't it normal to want to participate in this kind of competition?" Duncan put his hands on his hips and then emphasized:

"Don't worry about me cheating. The content of each assessment in this year's competition is in the hands of the teacher in charge. Even I don't know."

But Mr. Principal, do you really have a chance of winning if you join other teams? Russell narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly cursed.

"Russell, just wait, I will also find a suitable fourth-year student to take me to the competition!"

After saying that, Duncan walked back into the house and closed the door.

Next to Russell, the shadow of a white-haired girl appeared.

"Mr. Principal, why don't you just jump to the fourth grade immediately, so you don't have to find anyone else? You can form a team yourself."

"If he hadn't been forced by other teachers, he wouldn't have wanted to advance to the third grade." Russell smiled, then turned around and left Duncan's villa in the evening breeze.

The next task is to investigate the disappearance of the Destiny Slate.

…

The next morning.

Russell came to the beautiful red house with the chimney, beyond the railing of the gorgeous little garden.

From time to time, members such as housekeepers, maids, gardeners, and chefs would come in and out of the villa and gardens. They are obviously servants hired by the master and belong to the category of entourage.

It is relatively rare to live in a villa like Arctic Wolf. Most students can already be regarded as top talents in the supernatural world when they enter colleges and universities, and they will bring their own entourage or family members with them.

Even if they have no servants or relatives, as top transcendent beings they may still have puppets, long-term summoned beasts and other magical creatures to serve them.

Russell looked at the villa that belonged to the clown, his thoughts were floating, and one idea after another appeared in his mind.

According to Duncan's divination results, the things lost in the safe are probably now in the villa of the fourth-grade powerful clown!

But from Russell's point of view, there is really no motive for the clown to steal the results of the Star Magic Research Society.

Judging from the attitudes of the five research club members towards Arctic wolves, even if the clown is really interested in their unreliable power of faith and divinity research topics, as long as he opens his mouth, the members of the research club will definitely borrow the stone of destiny. For him.

There is no need to take risks and steal from the Arctic Wolf Villa.

“The results provided by divination are likely to be one-sided or misleading. Maybe the Joker is not the real thief who stole the Tablet of Destiny, but he or his mansion is somehow related to the theft?

"It's better not to inform the people of the Stars Magic Research Society about Duncan's divination results yet. I'll go to them after I conduct my own investigation and achieve certain initial results.

"Otherwise, I really can't explain Duncan's strength very well."

Russell suddenly had an idea, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a photo of the clown's villa, then opened the Bixian APP and posted a question on it:

"Is the stolen tablet of destiny in this villa?"

After waiting for a period of time, Faqi Mobile combined with many Bixian replies and gave an accurate answer:

"I don't know. I can't see anything clearly."

For this result, Russell, who did not have high hopes, was not surprised at all.

Even if his pen divination method is enhanced by mobile phone magic tools, it is still not as good as Heimdall of the astrology and numerology system. It only has advantages in certain specific issues. Heimdall could not divine the whereabouts of the stolen objects, and it was unlikely that he would gain any information.

Russell walked to the main entrance of the garden openly and greeted the servant at the door:

"I am Russell, a freshman from the Department of Death and Life, who is entering the College of Higher Education this year. I would like to visit Mr. Clown and discuss an important occult topic with him."

The servant at the door bowed and said hello to Russell, who was far stronger than them. His language was very respectful, but still a bit cold:

"Sorry, Sir Russell. Mr. Clown is conducting important research. He has ordered us that no one can come in these days!"

"That's it. Then I'll come visit you when I have time in the future." Russell didn't reveal any disappointment, waved goodbye to the servant at the door, turned around and disappeared at the end of the marble road in the accommodation area.

A powerful and magnetic voice echoed in Russell's mind:

"Young man, there may be something wrong with this clown. He is carrying out important work these days and cannot be disturbed.

“Near the Joker’s mansion, my spiritual intuition, which belongs to the legendary demon, told me that there was something special about this mansion, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

"The Joker probably has a huge secret and is more than just a fourth grader."

Seeing that the Demon King, who usually remained silent most of the time, spoke, Russell also frowned slightly, realizing that the situation was probably more complicated than he imagined.

When it comes to the acuity of extrasensory perception, Wang Xiaoming, who once had fifth-grade strength and was a demon, is many times stronger than Russell!

"I'll try it first and use my extraordinary abilities to investigate this clown's villa. If I find any clues, report it to Duncan, Mr. Principal or someone from the Spell Research Club."

Russell made up his mind, raised his right hand slightly, a faint blue light emitted from his palm, and held it in the air towards the ghost of Archaeopteryx.

Under Russell's control, the ghost of Archaeopteryx flew to the Joker's villa.

The crimson sunset disappeared under the flat marble floor of the High Court, and the gorgeous sunset gradually dispersed.

Throughout the day, Russell drove the ghost and searched the entire villa up and down.

The servants in the mansion are basically first-year or even inferior extraordinary beings. Even if they have mastered the ability of psychic vision, they cannot see the ghosts of ancient creatures, let alone the extraordinary ability to detect detection methods, and they have never found Russell's ghost. exist.

There is no abnormality in the living room, bathroom, kitchen and other places in the entire villa, and there is no trace of the destiny stone.

What’s even more weird is that Russell found no trace of the clown in the villa from beginning to end.

It was as if the fourth-year powerhouse wasn't even in the mansion at the moment.

"Where is the clown? According to the servant, he should still be conducting some key research in the house right now?"

After searching again and again, Russell finally discovered a strange place as the sun set.

Inside the bedroom wardrobe, there is a one-meter-high secret door!

This secret door has been given an abnormal meme that people can instinctively ignore, which will make those who see the secret door turn a blind eye, even if the vision is transmitted through ghosts. If Russell's mental resistance wasn't close to the fifth-grade level, he might have simply ignored this anomaly!

“There’s definitely something wrong with the clown’s villa!”

Russell hurriedly drove the ghost to the back of the closet, but it was just a wall.

Russell, who already had considerable knowledge of occult science, immediately made a guess:

"It's a door to another space!

"Behind that secret door is another space, not behind the closet. The clown may be behind the door too!"

Russell drove the ghost of Archaeopteryx through the secret door, using the ghost's ability to travel through physical matter, but only to the wall behind the wardrobe.

"No, you should still open the door to enter another space."

Russell drove the ghost again and tried to push the secret door open, but the secret door did not move at all, as if it was welded shut.

At this time, a line of dark red words appeared on the secret door:

"Only an extraordinary giant whose spiritual realm is comparable to that of a fourth-year student can open this door."

The dark red words almost disappeared in a flash, but Russell was still keenly caught.

Is this some kind of rule, or order? Only a fourth-grade transcendent can open this door? Russell jumped to his conclusion.

Being able to easily block a third-grade strongman is definitely an extraordinary ability of a very high level.

But as far as Russell knows, the transformation and transformation department where the clown belongs should not have similar abilities!

Where can I find a strong fourth-year person to open the door for me? Do we still need to trouble Duncan? Russell thought for a moment and immediately had an idea.

"Mr. Demon King Xiao Ming, I may need to ask you for a favor later." On the street where the afterglow of the sunset has faded, Russell caressed his left chest with his hand. "I will sneak into the clown's villa later, and I may need to borrow your help." The force pushed that door open."

The Demon King hesitated for a moment and agreed:

"Okay, young man. Although it makes me feel weird to be sneaky like a thief."

…

At 7 o'clock in the evening, a maid wearing a pleated skirt and a black and white maid outfit walked out of the garden of the Clown Villa, as if taking a walk, walking along the marble path towards the end of the accommodation area.

After turning a corner, the maid, who was only in the early first grade of spiritual cultivation, suddenly stopped, her eyes becoming empty and blurred.

The hypnotized maid suddenly fell down and was supported by Russell from behind.

The Sleep Devil's magic is quite useful... Russell sighed in his heart and drove the ghost to open the maid's eyes.

The half-asleep maid's eyes were opened. In her hazy sleep, her eyes reflected the handsome young man and the swaying emerald green flames in his eyes.

The next moment, the maid's mind froze and her body turned into a gray-white cold stone statue.

After putting the petrified maid sculpture into his dimensional pocket, Russell, who had already memorized the maid's appearance, wiped his face with his right hand and cast the wind chime's disguise illusion.

The Qingjun young man with black hair and black eyes disappeared, and the servant wearing a black and white pleated skirt and maid uniform appeared again.

Russell, who used illusion magic to assume the appearance of a maid, swaggered towards the Joker's mansion.

He had investigated before when he was exorcising ghosts, and found that there were no extraordinary items for illusions or supernatural enchantments with similar functions in the garden and the house.

Without spending much effort, after naturally waving hello to the housekeeper and gardener, Russell entered the clown's villa.

Russell walked around the villa several times, went straight to the second floor, entered the clown's bedroom, opened the closet, and saw the one-meter-high secret door.

"Please, Mr. Demon King." Russell said softly.

Suddenly, Russell's left chest glowed with blood-red light, and the light turned into a crimson vortex.

A dark but toned right hand, painted with mysterious colorful patterns, stretched out from Russell's left chest in a crimson whirlpool, and pressed against the secret door.

After a period of adaptation, the awakened Demon King was able to temporarily extend part of his limbs from Russell's body.

Of course, it will take a long time to completely leave Russell's heart and return to his fifth-grade strength.

With a heart-wrenching crunching sound, the secret door was pushed open.

Behind the door is a mercury-colored, wavy light curtain, which is a portal leading to another space, giving it a dreamlike feeling.

The Demon King's right hand also retracted the crimson vortex, retracting Russell's heart.

"There is indeed a space gate here!" Russell said silently to himself.

Both the Higher Institute and the Junior Institute are now on alert. Not only are both institutes shrouded in protective shields, but the internal space is also under strict prohibition and blockade. Foreign intruders cannot create dimensional gates to enter the institute.

But this ban is mainly external. If someone inside the academy makes a space door, it will lead to the outside world or a certain demiplane space without much hindrance!

This was obviously set up by the clown himself in the academy, not the work of an outside invader!

"I wonder if this space door leads to somewhere outside the academy, or to a fully enclosed demi-plane space?" Russell said silently to himself.

The former is an absolutely serious violation of school rules, which means that any intruder may enter the college from the outside through the space door, which will make the college's normal security unsafe.

The latter is at best a private renovation of the college's villa.

After discovering that his extrasensory perception did not provide any danger warning, Russell took out his right leg and tried to step into the mercury light curtain.

However, Russell seemed to be blocked by a hard wall and was unable to enter the light curtain. He only caused a few ripples on the mercury light curtain.

"Strange? You can't just walk in."

As soon as this idea appeared in Russell's mind, he saw a line of dark red words suddenly flash across the mercury light screen.

"Human beings cannot enter this door to space."

There is also a second level of rule prohibition!

Russell becomes increasingly curious about the secrets hidden in the Joker's mansion.

Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Russell's mouth, and he said words of relief in a calm tone:

"It turns out that I am really human.

"I thought I was some kind of monster made from wind chimes and the flesh and blood of other dead people."

The boy's heart suddenly tightened. The Demon King in his heart wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

The mobile phone in Russell's right pocket also trembled, and the wind chime in the mobile phone was also hesitant to speak.

Ignoring the cell phone and the trembling of his heart, Russell quickly analyzed the space light curtain in front of him.

It is obvious that the space behind this secret door is a major secret held by the clown. Not only is it very secret, it is also protected by multiple "rules" to prevent outsiders from entering.

To enter, one must have fourth-year strength and must not be human. And the clown himself must be able to come in and out freely.

These two rules should be tailor-made for clowns.

Russell immediately recalled another detail.

When he interrogated the blond hunter before, he already knew the clown's major - the Department of Transformation and Transformation.

In other words, every time the clown enters the space behind the secret door, he should transform himself into other creatures.

Even if the clown is willing, he can bring other people into the space behind the door - as long as he pushes open the secret door as a fourth-year person, and then transforms himself and the visitors into other inhuman creatures.

Russell's cell phone flew out of his pocket, and the pale and hazy shadow of Sleeper appeared on the screen:

"Feng Chime and I should not be considered humans, but demons and undead. How about we go in and try?"

"It's still too dangerous if only the two of you enter. As a student of the Institute of Higher Education, the clown shouldn't be able to hurt me casually, but if it's the demons and undead that inexplicably break into his secret room, it's hard to say." Russell shook his head. He shook his head, and immediately had two ideas in his mind that satisfied the rules and entered the door of space——

The first is to let the skull sculptor petrify himself, let the three contracted spirits drag him into the door of space after turning into a stone statue, and then let the skull sculptor remove the petrification.

The second is to use the transformation spell obtained from the school last year when dealing with the Red Order of Chaos.

"In the petrified state, I will lose consciousness. If there is danger when I first enter the space gate, I will not be able to deal with it at all..."

After thinking quickly, Russell chose the second option and took out the transformation spell from the dimensional pocket.

Because it has been stored for a long time, a lot of the power of this spell has been lost. It is unlikely to be effective on third-year-level enemies in battle, nor can it turn oneself into a powerful extraordinary creature. It is better to use it on yourself now.

Before officially stepping into the mercury light curtain and entering the unknown space, Russell picked up his phone, edited the information, summarized all the anomalies he found in the clown villa and what the Demon King felt was wrong, and sent it to Duncan, and then went to transform The spell is infused with spiritual energy.

Feeling the magic reshaping his body, Russell naturally accepted the change without arousing the aura and spiritual resistance of a third-year powerhouse.

Russell's maid's jumpsuit emitted a faint white light, and her figure shrank smaller and smaller.

When the white light disappeared, there was only one black kitten left in the closet, which was similar to Professor Black Amber but younger.

The little black cat looked indifferent, stepped out of the cat's paw, and walked into the mercury light curtain, causing a large ripple of light.