"All right, everyone, place your wands beside your dominant hand, and on the other side, place your notebook and pen for taking notes. Bottles of ink, cups, and other liquid-containing containers, please store them in the drawers. I don't want to hear any screams because soone spilled their cup..."
"Peter Parker, what are you standing there stunned for? Class is about to start; please take your seat."
The black-robed Schiller pointed with his wand to the far-left seat. Peter, still in shock, turned his head to see another Schiller holding docunts. At that mont, Strange grabbed this second Schiller, saying, "Don't interrupt his class. Let's talk outside."
"Hey! Wait... no, don’t leave just yet! Can soone explain to why there are two Dr. Schillers? Uh, alright, I’m sitting down now." Peter said as he involuntarily started moving towards a nearby seat.
"All right, now, let introduce you to the wand. Pick up the small wooden stick beside you. Yes, that's right. I call it a wand."
"Professor, can it cast magic?" asked a novice magician, who looked as naive as a young monk.
"Of course, when you don’t yet have a strong control over magic, it will be your best companion," replied Professor Schiller with a nod.
"But the great sorcerers say that magic shouldn't rely on external objects. It should co from inner cultivation, right?" Another young girl raised her hand and said.
"Correct, for great sorcerers, that is indeed the case. Their mastery over magic has reached perfection. They only need to cultivate their will to command magic effortlessly," Schiller nodded, showing great patience, and continued, "Great sorcerers will ask you to cultivate your willpower because, in the past era, magical power needed contracts with demon gods. Without strong will, one could be influenced by the dark powers of the demon gods, using magic to harm the world."
Whispers spread among the novice sorcerers below. Peter looked around and realized he was the oldest in the class.
"But now..." Schiller shifted his tone, "While traditional contract thods can still be used, they are sowhat outdated. Now, the energy used by Kamar-Taj for magic doesn't require individual sorcerers to make one-on-one contracts with demon gods. It's much safer."
"But it doesn't an that as soon as you encounter magic, you'll know how to use it. Many powers are still very dangerous. However, the small stick in your hands contains pure energy refined by great sorcerers. Once you learn to use them, you’ve taken the first step in learning magic..."
Suddenly, Peter raised his hand, "Professor, what if I already have magical energy within ?"
"Take your wand, start ditating, and feel the energy fluctuations. Then, infuse the energy within you into it. Yes, just like that, relax your wrist..."
Closing his eyes, a glow appeared around Peter’s hand as energy flowed into the wand. Opening his eyes, he looked at the wand and asked, "Is that it? How do I cast a spell?"
"Co, everyone, watch ," Schiller tapped the podium with his wand, "I was just getting to that. With your dominant hand, gently hold your wand. You can use your thumb and index finger, or so prefer to hold it between the index and middle fingers."
The young sorcerers below eagerly followed his instructions. They were all handpicked prodigies, not just talented but also very focused.
Before he knew it, Peter was also imrsed in this learning environnt, practicing wand movents and incantations.
He realized that synchronizing the frequency of the incantation with the wand's movent would release magic. This was much simpler than so philosophical explanations about fate.
Recognizing a more scientific thod to harness the power of magic, Peter beca more receptive to learning it. His physical coordination was much better than the younger sorcerers, so he quickly mastered the gestures. Within ten minutes, he could cast his first spell.
With a gentle wave of his wand, its tip traced a beautiful arc in the air. Following a flick upwards, he chanted:
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
A sheet of paper on the desk began to float. Peter's eyes widened in amazent as a soft glow emanated from the wand, connecting it to the floating paper.
Peter realized that the wand was essentially a tool programd with specific functions. By using the right gesture and incantation, it would activate the internal program, converting magical energy into a spell.
After grasping the basics of spell casting, ideas started to form in Peter's mind.
If this small stick could transform magical energy into spells, could a larger machine be designed to convert more magical energy into even more powerful spells? Could even ordinary people cast magic if they had enough energy?
Peter, always looking for ways to cut costs and lower barriers, felt like he had opened the door to a new world.
As he pondered, his enhanced hearing picked up the conversation between Strange and Schiller outside:
"... Haven't three versions of already gone there? Nick still needs more? What is he trying to do?"
"He said he needs at least five of you. The Solar System construction plan has pulled almost all of SHIELD's agents. He hasn’t even finished this quarter’s paperwork, and he even wants to pull people from my side over..."
Strange's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness. "Honestly, can't we have ten more of you?" he lanted. "I'm not asking for them all to know magic. Just soone who can teach would suffice…"
"You are aware," he continued, "that currently, Kamar-Taj is brimming with energy. There's no price to pay. Wong has started recruiting more liberally. There are plenty of gifted children in this world. He's brought in over a hundred at once…"
"A handful of these children, those exceptionally talented, are being ntored by the supre sorcerers, learning magic through the traditional route. The rest fall under my jurisdiction. But the first batch of wands has just been made, and the average sorcerers don't even know how to use them yet. You're the only one with the experience. Considering how many of you have already been created, wouldn't a few more make sense?"
"Do you think this is as simple as copy-pasting?" Schiller's voice rang out. "Each version of from a different dream realm has its uniqueness. The reason I can instruct on the use of wands is that in that specific dream, I was already a professor at a magic school. If you bring any other version of , they'd be just as clueless as the other sorcerers, having no idea how to use a wand…"
Peter felt dizzy from the repeated references to "". He struggled to grasp the situation. Were two Schillers already the limit? Were there countless other Schillers waiting out there?
He must be dreaming. Yes, only in a dream could such an absurd scenario exist. Peter shook his head vigorously, attempting to clear his thoughts. Just then, his Spider-Sense tingled.
Focusing intently, Peter heard the sound of a plucked string—a notification from the Silk. Taking a deep breath to clear his mind, he whispered, "Silk, what's going on?"
"Spider-Man… hurry back… get to the base. Space Captain has reported an issue. Co quickly…"
Peter snapped to attention. He glanced at the young sorcerers dispersing after class, shook his head, and stood up. He waved at Schiller on the podium before leaving the classroom.
"Hey, Mr. Strange, could you send back to New York? I have so matters to attend to," Peter called out to the departing Strange.
Strange looked back, studying Peter briefly as if noticing sothing. "Need my help?" he inquired.
"Yes, just open a Portal for . I can handle the rest," Peter replied. As if suddenly recalling sothing, he dashed back into the classroom and grabbed the wand from his desk. "Can I take this with ?"
"Of course, but rember," Strange cautioned, "that wand doesn't just contain basic assistive magic. So spells can be lethal. Be careful not to harm anyone... Actually, never mind, Peter, I trust you," Strange reassured, patting Peter's shoulder.
"Don't worry. Professor Schiller has already inford . I've morized the spells and won't get them mixed up," Peter affird.
Strange then conjured a Portal. With a flash of light, Peter found himself on the streets of New York. After determining his bearings, he swung off in a certain direction.
Soon after, he spotted another swinging figure in the sky. The Amazing Spider-Man landed on a building's rooftop, with Peter following suit. Before Peter could speak, the Amazing Spider-Man asked, "Did you get the ssage from the Silk? There seems to be a situation on their end."
"With both Otto Parker and absent, the Spider-n are like a headless dragon. If ambushed, the consequences could be dire. We should head back."
Peter nodded. "I still have so magic energy left, but I can only use it for one last jump. Moreover, I'm not sure where we'll end up. Either way, we should be prepared."
The two Spider-n refilled their web shooters and took a mont to recover their stamina. Then, with a flash of magical light, they were transported back to their original tiline.
Their landing point within the fabric of ti was random, placing them in a desolate space void of stars, save for two uninhabitable planets.
The Amazing Spider-Man retrieved a transporter device given to him by Otto Parker. Before he could activate it, a figure glowing with white light descended upon them. Space Captain Spider-Man greeted, "Finally, you're back. Everyone has been waiting."
"What happened? Why did Silk send us an urgent ssage? Didn't she ntion getting headaches due to frequent communications? What's the ergency?"
Space Captain Spider-Man nodded, "Perhaps you know, my power cos from one of the Multiverse Gods: Eternity."
"Just now, my soul was summoned by Eternity. He's given a mission, requiring all Spider-n to complete. In return, he'll help us eradicate Solus."
The Amazing Spider-Man's eyes widened. "Eternity? Who is he? Is he that powerful? Can he truly defeat Solus?"
"Of course, compared to him, Solus's power is insignificant. If we succeed in our mission, the Inheritor Family will no longer be a threat to any Spider-Man."
"That's good news. So, what's this mission?"
"To traverse the Multiverse and capture every Schiller."
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