"What!?"

Leslie's pupils suddenly contracted to a point, and she lost her heart to argue with the rest of the people, and she stared at Tony blankly.

"But..." The Londoner blushed and wanted to refute but couldn't.

"In a sense, it's not a problem for you to say it's an angel." Dumbledore said, "because all the technology of the mecha comes from God's automatic secretary, the "Noah's Ark" that represents the "knowledge" of the gods, belongs to the "God's Gift"

"To be precise, the vast majority come from Noah, not all," Tony Stark stressed.

"Noah...Ark?" Leslie said a little lost, "Can you build a mecha by communicating with that thing?"

"Let's talk about whether you can communicate," Tony obviously heard Leslie's words. "It is still a question whether this knowledge that is far beyond this era can be understood and utilized. The reason why Noah's Ark restricts it, rather than letting everyone connect, is not to limit the flow of information, but to protect you.

Too large and incomprehensible amount of knowledge enters your mind and eventually it will only turn you into a mentally retarded person.”

Emilia raised her eyebrows and couldn't help but look at Artoria on one side.

At this moment, she had finished eating the steak in front of her. Under the influence of magic, the food she had cooked in advance was automatically placed in front of her. The dishes on one side had piled up into mountains, and her cheeks were bulging like a little hamster, but she was still chewing hard.

As if he noticed Emilia's gaze, Artoria turned her head and swallowed the food with a little difficulty and asked, "What's wrong? Emilia."

"No... nothing." Emilia turned her head unnaturally, and the answer she thought of was chilling in her heart.

Could it be...Is the real reason why Lord Artoria became like this? Is it because I communicated with Noah's Ark?

"What, what, what mecha, what Noah's Ark!" Watson's curiosity was almost beyond words, and he shouted with extreme excitement.

Kuro raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and everyone's eyes began to stagnate, as if they were entering another strange spiritual world.

The presentation of the illusion is simpler and more efficient than speaking verbally, and it starts to play when they enter Britain because there is Kuro's explanation of Noah's Ark.

"Teacher Tony came from Kama Taj, right?" Emilia asked carefully while taking this time.

Tony Stark turned around and nodded when he heard the sound.

"Then the magicians who built the mechas were actually alive?" asked Emilia.

"I know what you mean, Her Majesty the Queen of Britania," said Tony Stark. "Although the rules of the Secretariat are not many, there is no confidentiality agreement or other things in the construction technology of the body.

But Kama Taj's magicians have never liked to be bound, and... you have nothing to attract them, right?"

Emilia's eyes darkened, "Is that right... you're right, Mr. Stark."

"I'm sorry for not responding to your expectations, Her Majesty the Queen." Tony's tone was as always.

"Just you don't care about my presumption."

"What's more, although there are many people involved in building the machine, most of them know nothing about how to build mechas, such as a white-haired male magician (Renard)." Tony Stark said shamelessly, "The core technology is provided by Lord Artoria, and I directed and designed. All they did was to use alchemy to refine Mitsunian and inscribe magic runes.

If you want to obtain the skills on the mecha, you might as well ask His Highness Arthur directly.”

As he said that, Tony looked at King Arthur, and Emilia and Mark also looked at Artoria with anticipation.

Artoria swallowed for a while, for some reason, but the food in her mouth suddenly stopped smelling...

"Ahem!" Artoria coughed twice, hugged her arm and frowned as if she was thinking, "emm...emm...that's been so long..."

"So you are afraid that you will forget, so you can transfer all these information into the complete domain of the body, right?" Tony said.

Artoria seemed to see a savior, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Complete realm..." Mark thought, "Is it the realm that conducts hero question and answers? There is indeed a lot of "knowledge" among wanderers, but it is impossible to remember it at all."

"That's because you don't have enough IQ," Tony said, then added, "Of course this isn't scolding you."

"No, you are telling the truth." said Daniel, who was sitting at the dining table. He was also an eyewitness of the British Isle incident, so he didn't have to enter the illusion.

Mark's mouth twitched hard, but there was no reaction, "So what you mean... If you want to learn about the core technology of mecha from it, you must have enough IQ, right?"

"The mecha can read that information, you can just pass the mecha." Tony said.

They nodded.

"Thank you, Teacher Tony, you have helped us a lot. I don't know if you can come to my Garden of Eden in the future. I must thank you very much." Emilya said happily.

Tony was happy, "You must be a qualified emperor, but I will not leave Hogwarts, but if you encounter any problems in your research, you can come to Hogwarts to find me, and I am happy to answer."

"I really... just want to invite you to visit." Emilia said a little aggrievedly.

...

The time of the illusion is different from reality. When they were chatting, the students gradually came to their senses, with extremely excited faces on their faces.

"Teacher Tony!" Watson said excitedly, "Are you really the builder of those mechas?"

"Or it is the only person in the world who can build mechas at present," Dumbledore said. "Of all the rare saints who can communicate with Noah's boating, Mr. Stark is the only one who still exists."

"The only existence that can build a mecha." Leslie looked at Tony in a daze.

"So, you probably know that what Teacher Tony teaches you is the driving and handling of mechas, which is of course an elective course. After all, the number of round table Knight mechas is limited, and it is impossible for everyone to become the driver of mechas." Dumbledore said.

"It's obviously a magic school, why does it add a mecha driving course?" Sherlock complained.

"That's not an ordinary mecha," said Daniel. "Those mechas use mixed metals mainly mitral, with strong magical power. They have fixed reaction techniques and magic circuits on them, and are also equipped with Sage Stone as magic source. The magician will only be like a tiger driving mecha, and it is a real magical mecha."

"Can you... this happen?" Sherlock looked at Tony in disgrace.

"Can you learn how to build a mecha?" Leslie asked.

"In the mechanical class, you will teach you a lot of detailed bionics and mechanical knowledge," Dumbledore said.

"No, I'm talking about learning whether I can create a mecha like the tsunami in the future," Leslie said.

"The body of the Second Round Table Knights uses a large amount of mitril silver, and also uses the mystery of alchemy, the Sage Stone. Not to mention whether the materials can be obtained, the technology contained in it is not something you can learn," said Tony Stark.

Leslie seemed to want to ask something else.

"Bao!" Dumbledore clapped his hands to stop his inquiry, "Okay, it's getting late. Next, your seniors will take you to the dormitories of their respective colleges. Your luggage has been put back. Classes will officially start tomorrow. Please rest early."

The branch ceremony ended before they sat down. It was still the magical sound of the magic hat. Catherine, who loved reading, was assigned to Ravenclaw, and Leslie, who had an extraordinary IQ, was also in this academy.

"Hey! Xinsheng, why are you still stunned when you leave?" Watson patted Leslie on the shoulder. When Leslie came to his senses, he found that most of them had left their seats and prepared to return to the dormitory.

Leslie reacted and followed the crowd to walk towards the dormitory tower...

Along the way, he didn't care whether it was moving the tower or those who could talk, but the words that Principal Dumbledore just said were echoed in his mind... "The only person in the world who can build mechas."

But Katherine was so excited that she almost jumped up. For her, in addition to the novelty brought to her by the magic of Hogwarts, she was more surprised and joy in the book that came to her, which is the so-called pilgrimage to the holy land.

If an ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old Earthling entered the real Hogwarts and performed much better than Catherine.

Unfortunately, no matter whether it is moving the stairs or these talking portraits, they cannot leave any magic in the photos.

Catherine was holding the photo, feeling a little excited and regretful that she could not take all her eyes back to show her father.

Drop ~

A drop of liquid dripped onto the photo, which made Catherine shudder. She turned her head and glared at the man beside her. It was Sherlock, holding a glass bottle in his hand.

"What are you doing? Why do you want to drip water on my photo!" At this time, Catherine didn't care about his senior and said angrily.

"It's not water," Sherlock said. "It's a development potion, a potion you'll learn in the first semester of the first grade."

"What... means?" Katherine was a little confused.

"Look at your photos," Sherlock smiled.

Catherine looked at the photos in her hand. The originally fixed photos began to move like a movie, and even had the three-dimensional feeling of these portraits on this moving staircase.

"This is……"

"This is a potion that can make the portrait move. There are also magic cameras made with this potion in Teacher Kuro's Tomb of Forsaken. If you like it, you can go there to buy it." Sherlock said.

"I made this potion." Watson emerged beside Sherlock, "It's a pity that magic cannot be easily exposed to ordinary people, otherwise if you open a news agency, you can become a monster even if you sell newspapers."

"It cannot be revealed to ordinary people and it is not said that it cannot be sold among magicians." Gathia said, "We cannot contact Kamataj now, and there are fewer magicians in the new generation, but when the third and fourth sessions are in the future... there will be thousands or even tens of thousands of people in less than a few years. Recording news about the magic world, only using Jin Jialong to make the transaction."

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"It's amazing!" Watson said excitedly, "I really want to pry your head open to see how your head grows."

"Then you will only see white brains." Gathia said expressionlessly.

"My name is Sherlock William, his name is John H. Watson, and the other is Gathia Grindelwald," said Sherlock.

"Grindelwald?" Katherine raised her eyebrows.

"Well, he is Professor Grindelwald's adopted son, but he is a good person," Sherlock said.

"Is Professor Grindelwald a bad guy?" Katherine keenly grabbed what Sherlock said and asked with concern.

"No, I didn't mean that, how do you say it..." Sherlock was a little confused.

"It's a retired old man who looks bad on the outside and is also bad in nature, but he doesn't know what bad things he has done." Gathia concluded.

"Incisive!" Watson commented.

Catherine nodded slightly.

"You will understand later," said Sherlock. "We will be your seniors from now on. If you don't understand, or if you have any trouble, you can come to us."

Watson raised his hand and showed his biceps, "Don't look like I'm a little fat, but I'm very strong."

Catherine looked at the three of them. Although she seemed to be younger than her last year, she was as mature as a little adult, which made people unable to help but be convinced and relieved.

She nodded, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!