I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 129 Witchfire
St. Jacob's Cathedral.

The bald priest with a kind face opened the side door and complained, "You are too high-profile."

"There's something wrong with your brain. If I'm high-profile, what's that idiot who came by taxi?" Harry pointed at the yellow-skinned taxi at the intersection behind him.

The priest's cheeks twitched, "You can drive."

Harry let go of the clutch, and the motorcycle slowly drove into the compound, saying, "It's midnight now, no matter Gotham or Jersey City, the streets have become the world of motorcycle gangs, and the engine is the least noticeable."

Entering the yard, Harry found that many cars had already parked in front of the church.

All kinds of license plates indicate that they come from various states in the United States.

The priest stood guard at the gate and did not follow in, and there was no one in the yard. Harry looked around and pushed the motorcycle to the flower bed.

After such a delay for a while, the black wizard who was sitting in a taxi behind had already walked in the door.

"Hi, I'm Rebecca, are you also here to participate in the magic training of the wizard group?"

It was a reserved woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and a medium-sized Adidas classic white T-shirt, her face was full of anticipation and apprehension.

She looks in her early twenties, has orange-red hair with a shawl, and has the typical appearance of an American girl. Her face is big and square, and her skin without makeup is slightly rough, but she is healthy and young, and her red face exudes a burst of vitality.

As soon as she finished speaking, she asked nervously again: "You are so cool, do mages have to dress like you?"

Harry looked down at himself.

Shiny black tights leather jacket, leather pants, long leather boots, black eye mask, and a light mid-length dark brown trench coat outside the leather jacket.

There is also a black backpack on the back.

Not sure if it's cool or not, but it's absolutely safe.

A windbreaker is really a windbreaker. The leather jacket looks like leather, but it is actually a layer of specially treated bulletproof fiber fabric.

It is far less powerful than her bulletproof armor, but it is more stealthy and convenient.

"Don't we learn magic to be free and do whatever we want? You can wear whatever you like." Harry took off his motorcycle helmet, and immediately hid his head deeply in the hood again.

"You are right, mastering extraordinary power is to do whatever you want!"

Harley's words somehow touched her excitement, and the witch's cheek muscles trembled slightly with excitement.

Then, "Boom!"

Harry intuited a strange but thick invisible force that exploded the card from the redhead, and then two balls of orange flames the size of footballs shot up from her shoulders.

For the first time, Harley felt the magic of ordinary people.

For the first time, she knew that the magic power could be so powerful, it was unscrupulous, like a tsunami rushing towards her face.

She froze on the spot.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't learned how to meditate yet, and when I get excited, my magic power overflows." Rebecca smiled awkwardly, and quickly jumped on the spot with her arms folded like a trembling in winter.

After moving his body, the flames shrank back, and the hot but active magic power disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the clothes, it didn't even appear scorched black.

"How long have you been exposed to magic?" Harry asked dryly.

"Three or four years." Rebecca said.

"Oh." Harry's face brightened, "Didn't you master a meditation method in three or four years?"

Rebecca sighed and said: "I am an orphan, I grew up in a church orphanage.

When I was 17 years old, I saw "Exorcism Ritual" for the first time when I helped the nuns sort out the library collection.

I was attracted by the strange content in it, and regarded it as a storybook, and I was fascinated by it at once.

At that time, I didn't know it myself, the magic power in my body was awakened, and bunches of flames rose from my body.The nuns screamed in fright, and I came back to my senses.

Then the nuns locked me in the basement, poured holy water on me, chained me with a cross, and chanted the Bible to exorcise demons.

After struggling for more than a year, the nuns finally confirmed that I was not possessed by demons, and then persuaded me to completely convert to Christ, asking God to suppress the evil power in my body.

I was raised by nuns, and they treated me well, and I was quite scared at the time, so I lived in the convent until a crow found me, and I came here for wizard training. "

Harley said shyly, "The "Exorcism Ritual" you saw is different from the "Exorcism Ritual" that the church sells for 20 cents, right?"

Rebecca shook her head, "It's exactly the same, but the one I saw had a lot of annotations, briefly recording Father Kandal's four exorcism experiences."

Harry felt a little better.

"The real name has power. Even the name of an ordinary person can affect the mysterious power. So, Rebecca, don't say your name casually from now on."

"So that's how it is." Rebecca looked at Harry's blindfold and cloak, and said thoughtfully, "Is the wizarding world dangerous?"

"It must be more threatening than ordinary people. My code name is 'Diana the Magical Witch. Quinn."

"Ah, you are the witch Harley! The wizarding world is really dangerous." Rebecca's face turned pale, and she took two steps back in awe.

Harry said with a blank face: "You don't even know what the wizarding group does?"

"Isn't it Hogwarts like Harry Potter?" Rebecca asked back.

"The wizard group is full of black mages, similar to the followers of the Dark Lord in Azkaban. The highest purpose of the wizard group is to awaken the most terrifying devil in the depths of hell." Harry whispered.

"Ah!" Rebecca's face changed several times, but finally she laughed excitedly, "It's so cool, so we are Lesterling!"

Harry sighed and walked silently towards the church door.

"Oh, miss Halle, wait for me!" Rebecca was no longer afraid of her, and leaned over happily.

"Don't call me Sister Halli, I'm Diana the Wonder Woman now." Halle said in a deep voice.

"OK, I understand, I also have to take a code name." Rebecca thought for a moment, waved her hand fiercely, and said with a smile: "The magic power in my body is biased towards the fire attribute, so it is called Witchfire!"

After finishing speaking, there was another "bang", and two bonfires rose from his shoulders.

"A magician should do whatever he wants, I don't want to hide my true self anymore!" Rebecca Wuhuo seemed to have suddenly awakened.

Harry glanced at the fire on her shoulder, envious in his heart, but didn't say anything.

Pushing open the door of the church, forty or fifty pairs of eyes immediately looked over curiously.

Well, mainly staring at the burning witch fire on his body.

The lights in the auditorium were not turned on, and the clusters of candles could not fill the huge space, making the room appear dark and quiet.

Dozens of people are scattered among thousands of seats, most of them are sitting alone.

"Only so few people?"

Witchfire was a little disappointed that he didn't see a grand ceremony like Hogwarts' opening day.

Harry's face was gloomy, "I still think there are too many people."

A wizard apprentice represents an Avanti, and an Avanti represents a six-month-old baby
Harry and Wuhuo found a seat in the front row to sit down, and immediately an apprentice approached curiously.

The older ones were over fifty, and their hair was white; the younger ones were fifteen or sixteen years old, and most of them, like Harley, used hoods, masks or wizard hats to hide their faces.

"Wow, you're so cool!"

"Are you an Archmage?"

"Will it be too tiring to continue to consume mana?"

Rebecca, who used to envy Harley as the cool sister, has now become the object of envy.

With two fires on the shoulders, it seems that even the most common little white shirt has become a fashion brand.

Rebecca was also smiling, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded.

After a while, even Sister Halli was forgotten by her.

Listening to their chirping and chatting for half an hour, Harry suddenly found embarrassingly that, except for herself, they all had magical powers.

Not to mention those old guys who have obviously practiced magic for decades, there are actually more than a dozen newbies like Rebecca who are new to magic.

"Apprentices, please approach me!"

Near two o'clock in the morning, two old men with sullen faces walked to the center of the front desk of the auditorium.

A tall old man in his early fifties, with a clean face, neat beard and hair, wearing a normal suit and leather boots.

Another hunchbacked old man in his eighties or nineties, with dark green runes painted on his face, was wearing a linen robe.

The old man in the suit said in a deep voice: "Some of you have not been exposed to magic for a long time, but you are very talented in awakening magic power.

Some people have been in the magic world for many years without great achievements.

There are also some people who have served the wizard group for many years as peripheral members.

Many of you don't even know what this rally is for, but you all need a chance, right?
Now, the Wizarding Corps gives you this chance. "

Ten priests entered through the side door, came among the apprentices, asked in a low voice, and began to arrange seats.

They sat cross-legged directly in the open space in front of the statue of Jesus in the auditorium.

It's a bit like Hongjun's ancestor preaching.

Those with the best talent and deep fortune sit in the front row, the May 68st row, a total of [-] people.

Harley thought she was going to be the last seat, but who would have thought that she would be the first in the first row.

This is the seat of the big sister!
"Ha——Wonder Witch doesn't even have magic power." Rebecca said slightly angrily.

She was the most talented, sitting in the second seat in the first row, next to Harry.

She may have been a little novice before, but magic itself is a miracle that breaks the rules.

Through simple conversations and the common sense she heard from other wizards, she easily learned the skill of sensing the depth of other people's magic power without a teacher.

So, she knows that "cool, scary Miss Halle" is currently only a Muggle.

"Stupid!" The hunchbacked old wizard glared at her sharply, and said loudly, "You bunch of rubbish, idiots, you don't even understand the true meaning of magic.

Magic is everything to a mage, but none of your magic farts.

For although they flow within you, they do not belong to you at all.

You look down on the witch Harley, thinking that she has no magic power or talent, but you don’t know that on the road of magic, she, who has already started her transformation at the end of her life, has left you dozens of blocks away. "

All the apprentices were at a loss.

Then, someone came back to his senses and was shocked by Harley's identity: "Harry the Witch? Could it be the big devil in Gotham who killed people like hemp and summoned demons to slaughter the church, Harley Quinn?"

Harry was embarrassed and puzzled, and was a little moved by the old man's words.

The old wizard sighed, and said slowly: "The fact that you are here means that the wizard group has decided to accept you as full members.

If you can successfully complete the ceremony later, you will basically be considered to have entered the inner circle.

The Wizards worship a great dark god, but the Wizards are not a sect.

That demon god is essentially a kind of truth, a totem, and a symbol.

Like scientists in the mortal world, we are all on the way to explore the true meaning of the world.

The only difference is that scientists are still at a loss, but we see the end of the journey.

Now, let me describe to you the vision of the end."

(End of this chapter)