Chapter 48: The word magic is meaningless

The wooden podium floated, along with several pots of flowers and even carpets.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and some people actually clapped.

"Damn it, you really think this is a trick, right?"

"Does anyone see how I did it?" Murphy asked.

"Levitation" a fat man in the audience shouted.

"Rollins Berg. Come on, come up," Murphy recognized him and asked him to step onto the podium. "Bold assumptions, careful verification. How are you going to verify your conjecture?"

"Give me a stick, I will take a look around these things," Rollins replied.

"Good idea." After Murphy finished speaking, he pointed at a flower pot next to him with his wand, "Veravito."

The flower pot turned into a long wooden stick.

There was another exclamation at the scene, and Rollins was also stunned. It was Murphy's signal that he stepped forward to pick up the stick, stroked it back and forth for a while, waved it twice, and hit the ground a few times. Only then did he confirm that what he got in his hand was really a wooden stick.

"How, how did this happen?" Rollins asked.

"This is the second question. Let's verify the first question first," Murphy said.

So Rollins took the pole and fiddled around on several floating objects, but couldn't find any traction.

"What's the result of your verification?" Murphy asked.

Rollins shook his head, "It doesn't look like something is hanging them."

"Then do you have any new ideas?"

Rollins shook his head again.

"Does anyone have any other explanations?" Murphy asked the crowd.

"Anti-gravity field!" someone shouted from below.

"Very bold, William Boyle?" Murphy smiled, "Come up here. How are you going to verify your idea?"

William walked up to the podium and thought for a while, "Give me something light."

Murphy took out his wand and pointed it at the previous wooden stick again, "Quickly shrink."

The wooden stick quickly shrank, and finally turned into a small wooden stick the size of a pencil. Murphy handed the wooden stick to William, "You can start."

The latter weighed the wooden stick in shock, feeling its weight consistent with its shape, and his whole body felt a little bad, "This, this It's not scientific, it's impossible! Where did its quality go?"

Murphy smiled, "I don't know, this is the third question. Do you still want to verify your guess?"

"...Okay." After a moment of hesitation, William threw the wooden stick to the area where Murphy pointed the wand just now.

However, the stick did not float as expected.

"This..."

"Do you have any other explanations?"

"Maybe... the anti-gravity field is not range-wide, but acts on each individual object," William said.

"You can try to verify your idea."

William jumped and went to pull a flowerpot floating in the air. He pulled the flowerpot down, held the flowerpot and moved it to the edge of the podium. He let go and the flowerpot started again. Floated into the air.

"You have preliminarily proved your conjecture. Can you continue to explain more deeply? Where does their anti-gravity effect come from?"

William looked at his hands. Just now, his hands were stained with some soil from the flower pot. Now, the soil was floating away from his palms one by one.

"I... don't know yet," he looked at all this in a trance. "They still have mass. They can feel inertia when moving horizontally. Their density is obviously higher than that of air, so it is not buoyancy."

"Maybe, magnets? Are there magnets installed in the object?" William said and shook his head again, "But it is difficult for such a small object to maintain balance in motion. Its two levels are easily flipped, and it is impossible to push it up through repulsion. ...Unless it's a magnetic monopole?"

"No, it's too exaggerated. Maybe it's just adding iron powder to these things and putting magnets on the roof."

"Is this your conclusion?" Murphy asked.

"No, of course not," he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "This keychain is made of steel, but it is not attracted. There is not such a strong magnetic field here..."

"I need experiments, a lot of experiments, this It's amazing. I have never seen this phenomenon before. There must be something in it that I didn't know before."

Murphy smiled, "Congratulations, you found an interesting problem."

"Then. Now, does anyone want to try to answer the second or third question?" He picked up the small wooden stick and used the transformation spell on it to turn it into a bird.

"Illusion!" someone said, "Hologram!"

"Oh, really?" Murphy pointed at him, "Wingardim Leviosa!"

The man screamed and floated up, controlled by Murphy, flying around the room twice. Murphy asked: "Do you still think it is a holographic image, Staffan Welch?"

Staffan Welch's face turned pale and he was a little excited, "Incredible, magic! This is magic!"

"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Murphy said, waving his wand, and suddenly, a black breath enveloped him, and then he suddenly rushed above the crowd and appeared. People were behind him, and when everyone came to see him, he flew back to the podium again.

"Magic." Murphy suppressed the exclamations in the audience with a silencing spell, and let his voice echo in everyone's ears. "This is indeed magic."

He said, using his wand to conjure magic on the podium out of thin air. A fountain, "This is magic."

Then he summoned many birds, "This is also magic."

He made grass and flowers suddenly grow on the carpet in the hall. In a few moments, the carpet turned into a lawn. "This is still magic."

"However, the word magic is meaningless," Murphy said, waving his wand again to erase everything just now.

"Just like we explain all phenomena as nature, miracles, or science, it is meaningless. It is just a convenient term we give to the unknown."

"Magic cannot be just magic, if we don't understand the details of science, we do not understand science. If we cannot explain the phenomena in magic, then we have made no cognitive progress like our ancestors who regarded thunder as the wrath of the gods."

"Yes, I am. A wizard, I can use magic."

"That makes me different. But believe me, I don't know much more about magic than you do."

"I am like a primitive man. I can use fire to keep warm, drive away wild beasts, cook food, but I still don't know anything about the nature of fire."

"Where does my magic come from? How does it work? Why can this spell make fire, but the other spell can make people angry? Floating? I'm very curious about this, but I don't have enough energy to study them one by one, so I need you to answer the original question."

"What is the answer? It's magic, and you're invited here just to explore the unknown."

"It's your job to make the best out of the blue ocean of magic."

(End of this chapter)