The grand yet solemn hall truly left the Batn in awe.
In their universe, magic is sothing that cannot be shown publicly. Most mages live quite destitute lives; the pri example being Constantine. Even soone like Zatanna, who doesn’t pay a price for her magic, has to earn her living by performing on the streets. While not exactly in rags or holess, they do live a hand-to-mouth existence without a stable place to stay.
However, the mages in this universe have managed to construct such an impressive Magic Academy. Not to ntion the magical effects, just building a castle of this scale would cost an unthinkable amount.
The Batn, of course, didn’t know that this castle was recently built, and the historical marks were intentionally aged for a movie. They thought the castle must have a history of several centuries. That would an, in the Middle Ages, mages in this universe were already quite advanced.
So of the Batn, who were more deeply thoughtful, naturally realized the key issue: If the mages in this universe were so dominant with a long history of magic, did that an ordinary people might have lived even harder during so dark and ignorant periods in history?
Thinking about this, the Batn felt that everywhere beneath the castle’s splendor lay the tears and blood of suffering.
But before he could ponder more realistic issues, an imdiate challenge lay before them—the sorting into houses was actually an exam!
Everything until entering the grand hall looked very magical. But when it ca to the critical sorting mont, what lay before them was a stack of all-too-familiar test papers, hardly any different from a college final exam process.
"What the heck!" Lego Batman stared at the stack of exams and said, "I didn’t co here to do a final test! Why does a Magic Academy need exams?"
As he was complaining, a red silhouette walked over to this row, clasped her hands together, and gave him an apologetic smile, saying, "Sir, please forgive us for forgetting that there would be students with special body types—Shrink!"
With a flick of her finger, the test paper in front of Lego Batman instantly shrank many tis over to a size Lego Batman could write on. Then, the lady considerately shrunk the quill and ink for him as well.
Lego Batman stared dumbfounded at everything happening before his eyes, his gaze flickering with little stars of eagerness.
"Oh, thank you, beautiful lady. Are you a professor? Alright, Professor Wanda. I an, was that magic just now? Can you enlarge and shrink things?"
"Yes, student. You will learn these spells in the upcoming courses. Any other questions?"
"No, thank you, professor."
The Lego Batman on his right side was raring to go. He clenched his fists and made a cheering gesture, muttering, "Yeah, once I learn magic, I’ll make my house super big! Then let’s see who dares get lost. They’ll definitely be speechless with surprise!"
"No, no, no. If everything can be enlarged, why don’t I enlarge myself? I’ll beco taller than them and stroll around their territory..."
A scene erged in Lego Batman’s mind: he grew to the height of a four-story building in the real world, and other Batn, once towering figures to him, now resembled the tiny ants at his feet. He stood amidst the crowd, laughing proudly.
Thinking of this, he no longer found the exam annoying, and instead picked up the pen, writing quickly.
But the questions weren’t sothing that sincerity could solve, filled with abstract mystical inquiries. Rather than exam questions, they seed more like psychological assessnts. Most Batn were scratching their heads, including the Primary Universe Batman.
He couldn’t resist looking up midway through and glanced at Shiller seated at the front. The look in his eyes seed to say, "I know exactly who set these questions."
Shiller smiled at him. The Primary Universe Batman sighed inwardly and continued wrestling with these inexplicable test questions.
Of course, Shiller knew how difficult these questions were for Batman. Many required intuitive judgnt, yet Batman is soone who doesn’t trust intuition and prefers logical reasoning—even without sense, he digs out logic from various angles, making it naturally difficult to answer.
But average people don’t have this wisdom and aren’t as concerned with logic. Following their heart and answering intuitively is actually more accurate.
After about two hours, most people had finished, with just a few questions left for so. Once everyone submitted their papers, the professors gathered to start grading.
In fact, the answers to these questions had no right or wrong. It was more about seeing one’s inner inclinations and affinity for certain natural elents. With a quick glance, a rough result could be determined.
When the sorting results were announced, many students were very nervous. While the Batn acted calm, beneath the surface, currents were surging. After all, there were different factions among them, and whether or not they ended up in the sa house was a big deal.
Finally, when the sorting results ca out, it was indeed a bit unexpected for the Batn.
The Primary Universe Batman, Big Adventure Universe Batman, and Arkham Batman were all assigned to Neptune Academy, also known as Battle Academy. That was fine. Night Owl, Injustice Batman, and Bruce were all assigned to rcury Academy, which is the rcury Business School. anwhile, Lego Batman was lonely, assigned to Saturn Academy, which is the Engineering College—no other Batman was assigned there.
When the results ca out, Lego Batman was the first to be in disbelief. He almost jumped up and said, "How could I be assigned to Saturn Academy?! I should belong to Neptune Academy, I’m the most powerful Grand Mage!!!"
"...The academy does not restrict the subjects of study." Strange, the headmaster, was still on stage soothing the crowd, "Being assigned to an academy does not an you are destined for a certain profession. Everyone takes the sa courses and can choose their career path later on."
"As the headmaster, I must remind you all: the magical school will provide everything you need to learn. Before the internship period begins, no student is allowed to contact the Demon God privately. If discovered, the lightest consequence is suspension and reflection, and the heaviest is direct expulsion. Understand?"
This speech left most of the students bewildered. Because magic had never been part of their lives before, they didn’t understand that the essence of magic is borrowed power, let alone know what a Demon God is. However, since the headmaster emphasized it so seriously, they had no choice but to respond in unison.
The Batn, however, began to ponder. They were not completely ignorant of this world’s magic, as so Batn had already gained so understanding of magic through contact with superheroes from the Marvel universe, realizing that the nature of magic here was the sa as in their own world.
This only made the peculiarities of this magical school stand out more. If the essence of magic is borrowed power, then what enormous price have the mages of this universe paid to borrow so much energy from the Demon God? Where did they get so much energy to squander?
Although Batman cannot be considered a conspiracy theorist, they think far more than ordinary people and naturally have to consider so of the worst outcos.
Understanding their own universe’s mages, they realized how difficult it is to borrow from demons. Most mages have to pay a substantial price, often ending up with misfortune and trendous suffering.
And since there must be a price to pay on this side too, but most of the mages seem quite glamorous, who is really paying the price?
The heart of the Primary Universe Batman gradually sank. He began to search through the experiences he had when sharing a body with Stark and dealing with Strange.
He rembered their conversation back then—this guy is a very pure human supremacist and relatively extre, possibly even more extre than Luther. Is it really a good thing to let soone like that wield such vast power?
Batman couldn’t help but think: First of all, building this magical school in Massachusetts is a big issue. Isn’t there any radiation from the magic energy? Can mages really go out daily without causing chaos? Being so close to Boston, aren’t they afraid of affecting the densely populated city?
Or is the Supre Magician rely focused on raising the limit of human power, completely disregarding the safety of ordinary people?
But thinking of Shiller, Batman felt slightly relieved. Shiller probably wouldn’t let these mages run amok. But to understand what really is happening, he still needed to investigate it himself.
Moreover, this also tied to another more important matter: The Supre Magician summoned students from all over the multiverse to study here. He must be trying to connect the humans of the multiverse. If his personality is too extre and his thods unscrupulous, then the Human Alliance must not fall under his control. Neither can they aid the wicked.
If that’s truly the case, he would have to find a way to disrupt the Supre Magician’s plan. Even if the formation of the Human Alliance is unstoppable, it must not be under the control of soone evil.
The Primary Universe Batman looked up at the Supre Magician Strange standing at the center, just as Strange was also looking at him. Their gazes t for a brief mont, and then they both tactfully looked away.
They both knew what the other was worried about, but they also knew that baseless suspicion was aningless. Even if there was evidence, whether they had the strength to intervene in the course of events was another matter. Ultimately, they needed real actions.
After the house sorting was over, all students entered the dining hall to eat. The sumptuous food was already laid out on the tables, and with a wave of Strange’s hand, he announced the al.
After a long period of answering questions, everyone was quite exhausted. Enjoying delicious food was the best way to relieve stress. However, Batman found the food tasteless—not because they were worried about soone poisoning the food, but who could say that food in a place with such abundance of magic energy hadn’t been exposed to any strange radiation?
Only two people seed to eat happily: one was Lego Batman, and the other was Bruce.
Lego Batman knew he was made of plastic, so eating as much as he wanted didn’t matter; as for Bruce, a flesh and blood human, his nonchalance was rather noticeable.
"Aren’t you worried about the food?" Night Owl couldn’t help but ask.
Bruce put a piece of steak in his mouth and chewed, saying, "If you’re so afraid, then why not just stop learning magic? Look at the starry sky above, look at the floating chandeliers, look at the glowing carpets. If there was any radiation, we’d have already been soaking in it, so why be worried about just so food?"
"That’s true." Night Owl looked around before continuing, "But food that goes in is different. Don’t you have any ntal barriers?"
Bruce impatiently grabbed the sauce bottle in front of him and said, "Then don’t eat."
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