Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 118 The Forgotten Face
Every line of the whisk in Du Mu's hand looks like the tassels of a flying sword, composed purely of magic power.

So what is the use of it on the wand? Nothing, except that it makes the bare wand look less ugly...

It’s the same old saying, Du Mu should be more concerned about his reputation.

Zhao Yuanhai and several others were all dumbfounded as they watched the food flying away from the sky.

But this time, their surprise only lasted for a short time. After all, they had seen flying in the clouds and mist before, so this ability to return gifts to their original places did not seem surprising...

However, in the minds of Zhao Yuanhai and others, the title of Master Du has been completely eliminated.

The immortal is probably only one step away from ascending to the celestial realm, right?
Is it worth being surprised by such a method of immortals? Not really.

Du Mu said to Zhao Yuanhai, "I have some things to take care of. Come to the martial arts hall tomorrow morning. I plan to teach you some self-defense skills."

Zhao Yuanhai and others were overjoyed and were about to bow down to him, but Du Mu stopped them.

He half-jokingly said, "Brother Zhao, we are brothers, please don't act like brothers. I have been busy during this period and indeed neglected you all. I hope you don't mind."

Zhao Yuanhai and others were suddenly embarrassed and kept explaining that it was not the case.

But they did want to curry favor with Du Mu, but Du Mu's words "Brother Zhao" really made them unable to do so.

At the same time, Zhao Yuanhai and others were also touched. Who among those who followed Liu Bang back then was not Liu Bang's brother? When Liu Bang became emperor, didn't he kneel down when he was told to? Even the emperor was like this, let alone his brother who became a god?
But gods are indeed different from emperors. When an emperor ascends the throne, his subordinates kowtow three times and nine times and shout "Long live the emperor". When gods attain enlightenment, it is only one person who achieves enlightenment, and everyone else will benefit.

After explaining things to Zhao Yuanhai and the others, Du Mu took Dumbledore, Bruce and Dick to Hogwarts.

Dick looked at the changing scene in front of him, confused, but did not ask any questions.

Bruce came to a strange environment and looked at the surrounding buildings. He felt that it was more familiar than the environment of a martial arts gym.

After all, they are both Western-style buildings, but compared with Wayne Manor, Hogwarts is closer to the traditional Gothic style, while Wayne Manor only absorbs and adopts some of the characteristics of Gothic architecture.

Dumbledore looked at Dick, held out his hand, and smiled gently, "Come on, child, follow me."

Dick looked at the man in front of him who looked a bit like the Santa Claus in the Coca-Cola commercials, and then looked at Bruce.

Seeing Bruce nod, he took the old man's hand and walked towards the principal's office.

Du Mu said to Bruce: "Let's go, let's not disturb Headmaster Dumbledore."

Anyway, with Du Mu's senses, he can easily perceive the situation in the principal's office and learn Dumbledore's way of dealing with it, so there is no need for him to follow suit and join in the fun.

Bruce looked at Dick's back nervously as he disappeared at the end of the corridor. He sighed and finally showed some fatigue in front of his master.

When Dick was around, although he hoped that the other party would only regard him as a master, he really couldn't help but hold himself to the standards of a foster father.

Tall, tough, calm, wise... just like his own father.

Only in front of Alfred or Du Mu would he reveal the bit of fragility and confusion that he had suppressed.

Du Mu patted Bruce's shoulder and sighed, "Thank you for your hard work during this period."

Bruce shook his head, looked at Du Mu, and smiled: "Master, is it hard for you to protect Kowloon Bay?"

Du Mu was startled: "No."

Bruce smiled and said, "Then it's not that hard for me to protect Gotham."

Du Mu was speechless: "Kowloon Bay has more than 3000 people, and Gotham has nearly million people. This scale..."

Du Mu had not yet taken into account the difference in strength between Bruce and himself, and just assumed that this difference was made up by Bruce's wisdom.

Bruce thought about it and it seemed to be true. He was still a little tired...

Du Mu looked at the other person's slumped waist, shook his head and laughed: "Okay, this is not Gotham, there is no responsibility for you to bear, relax, and come with me for a walk."

Bruce nodded, looked again at the direction where Dick disappeared, took a deep breath, and followed Du Mu.

Along the way, many children saw Du Mu and shouted, "Hello, Professor Du Mu!"

Du Mu also responded with a smile.

Bruce looked at the many young wizards coming and going and asked curiously, "So Master, in addition to guarding Kowloon Bay, you also teach them magic here part-time? Add to that the children in the martial arts hall, and the apprentices you later accepted... Aren't you too busy?"

“I repeat, there are only a few hundred thousand people in Kowloon Bay.”

Du Mu looked at Bruce and shook his head. "Except for the recent Shura invasion, I don't go out for a few months, and there are not many things in Kowloon Bay that need my care. So in theory, my main job is to be a professor here."

Because his identity as a professor at Hogwarts is the only official position Du Mu has.

Bruce was speechless and almost envied Du Mu for only having to manage an area the size of a small town.

But he thought, if it weren't for a city like Gotham, the huge structure of Wayne Group would not have been born.

The entire Wayne family and Gotham are born together. They did not choose Gotham, but Gotham gave birth to them.

Just then, Bruce heard someone shout in surprise: "Mr. Bruce!"

Bruce turned his head and saw a familiar face.

"Harry?" Bruce and Harry had met several times, but they had never had any in-depth communication.

He also knew that this child came from another world, and he learned from Lei Xiaogu that the other party's fighting ability was extremely strong.

At the same time, Bruce also noticed that when Harry appeared, the eyes of all the students around him were focused on him.

Harry, on the other hand, seemed a bit used to it.

The king of children that everyone is paying attention to?
Bruce couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and thought: The master's disciple should indeed have this kind of style.

Mainly because this is another universe, Bruce does feel relaxed, which is why these boring thoughts emerge in his mind.

If he were in Gotham, or wearing the Batman mask, Bruce would only calmly analyze whether the other party could be used as a resource that he could insert into his plan and call upon when dealing with a certain situation.

So, Harry joined the team walking around Hogwarts.

Bruce looked at Harry and asked Du Mu, "Master, have you accepted Harry as your disciple?"

Du Mu shook his head: "I am a professor at Hogwarts, so I am considered his teacher."

As he spoke, Du Mu rubbed Harry's head and smiled, "Besides, I have adopted Harry, so let him call me Uncle Du. He doesn't have to become my disciple."

Harry blinked. He was indeed not as interested in becoming a disciple as Hulk.

Because the other children in the martial arts school were not Du Mu's disciples.

But Harry was the one among all the time travelers who best understood how much these children adored and respected Uncle Du. This deep connection did not require the title of master and apprentice as a bond.

Hulk longs to become a formal disciple, on the one hand because he hopes to establish a connection with others that is truly his own, and on the other hand mainly because he does not want to become a junior apprentice to subsequent disciples.

Harry didn't have these thoughts. As long as he could still call Du Mu Uncle Du, that was enough.

Bruce nodded, and then he heard Du Mu say: "Come to think of it, I later accepted two disciples, but I haven't told you about this yet."

Bruce smiled and said, "Yes, Master. I am indeed not very qualified as the eldest senior brother. Please tell me about my two junior brothers. I will prepare gifts for them."

Du Mu looked at Bruce and realized that the other party was subconsciously making preparations and collecting intelligence.

Although the other disciples are obviously from another world, Du Mu has asked them to help restore Dick's memory, so Bruce can no longer ignore these resources.

If he needs help in the future, he will not hesitate to ask for help.

"Your second apprentice brother is a young man who hasn't graduated from college yet and has just opened a pharmaceutical company. He was bitten by a spider and gained the spider's jumping ability and proportional strength. Like you, he put on a mask and chose to be a superhero, calling himself Spider-Man."

Du Mu said a few simple words and Bruce pondered for a moment.

Do you want to gain the jumping ability and proportional strength of a spider? How strong is he? Does he have the strength of that big guy Solomon?
Moreover, he opened a pharmaceutical company before graduating from college. It is obvious that he is a top student and has a business mind. He must be someone very similar to me.

This makes it difficult to find gifts.

"Your third apprentice brother is the Hulk... You should have seen him. Or Banner is fine. Although it was Hulk who took me as his master, Banner also recognized me as your third apprentice brother and 3.5 apprentice brother."

Junior Brother 3.5 is okay.

Thinking of the beast Hulk, Bruce was surprised and said, "You actually accepted him as your disciple?" It seems that he needs to update the information after returning.

Bruce couldn't quite imagine how much Hulk's strength would be increased by gaining true qi.

At least, for him, many times the damage that would have required a plastic bomb to inflict could be destroyed by him using only his fists.

Don't underestimate this increase in power, as it allows for a wide variety of tactical options and enhancements.

Bruce hadn't been hurt by the gangsters for a long time. He only suffered a little when facing those monster-like guys...

Like Solomon Grundy, like the Alligator Man.

Alas, why were these monsters hiding in the sewers before I became Batman, and only after I started to clean up Gotham did they come out to cause trouble.

Looking at Harry, Bruce thought for a moment and took out the small thing from his arms.

"For you, Harry. This is a small gift from me as the eldest senior brother... a belated gift for meeting you a year later."

Almost a year? Harry was a little confused, because he felt that it had only been half a year since he first met Mr. Bruce.

But Harry still accepted the gift and said politely, "Thank you, Mr. Bruce."

Harry looked at the object in his hand and saw that it was a small box, which contained three small balls with bat patterns engraved on them.

"This is a smoke bomb. Once it is dropped on the ground, it will form a thick smoke that will last for about 50 seconds and is completely invisible."

Bruce apologized, "I didn't prepare any gifts this time, so I can only give you this small prop that I usually use in emergencies. But I think that you should practice the magic power that your master taught you. You don't really need ordinary props, but making multiple enemies lose their targets in a short period of time will help you in battle."

smoke bomb?
Harry's eyes suddenly brightened up. In this kind of animated movies, things were often dropped on the ground and then disappeared. He had also seen it before.

I thought it was cool at the time, but then I forgot about it. I never expected that one day I would get something that only cool ninjas have.

Du Mu nodded. Although Harry had magical powers, his agility was average. If he was ambushed, in addition to using magical powers to protect himself, smoke bombs were also a good choice.

At this moment, Du Mu was slightly startled and stopped where he was.

He looked at Bruce and said, "Let's go and meet your adopted son."

Bruce was startled, then suddenly became nervous.

This kind of tension is even more intense than the first time I faced the crocodile man...

But he remained calm and nodded, "Okay, Master."

Harry followed the two men out of curiosity, since he had nowhere else to go.

When they came to the corridor leading to the headmaster's office, Dick was just being led out by Dumbledore.

Seeing Bruce, Dick immediately smiled: "Master."

Bruce, who was originally at a loss, immediately looked puzzled after hearing Dick's shout.

This... this looks like there is no difference from before.

No, he smiled and his eyes became much more lively.

However, Dick's reaction was beyond Bruce's expectations.

He thought that the other party would be angry, would question him about what had happened, and would be confused as to why he suddenly became his adopted son and replaced the other party's father.

But seeing the other person so calmly, and greeting him so normally... it wasn't really any of the reactions Bruce had expected.

Du Mu sighed secretly.

From the very beginning, he could feel from a distance the great sadness emanating from Dick.

Dumbledore did a good job. Dick's memory was not completely deleted. Dumbledore used his advanced Legilimency skills to dig out all the contents hidden deep in his memory.

Although Du Mu had been observing remotely, he still didn't understand how Dumbledore did it. It should involve some subconscious exploration. In short, Dumbledore now looked very tired, which was an extremely rare scene for a man who was almost at the top of the wizarding world.

"Okay, please let an old man have a rest." Dumbledore took a deep breath and waved to Du Mu.

At the same time, he looked at Bruce with a look of admiration: "And, salute to you, Mr. Bruce."

Bruce looked at Dumbledore and realized that he must have seen information about himself when he was helping Dick recover his memory.

Du Mu did not expect Dumbledore to say this, and asked Dumbledore curiously, "What did you see?"

Dumbledore looked at Du Mu, and instantly learned this telepathic technique. He also used magic to reply, "A man who sacrifices almost all of his time to unreasonable responsibilities."

After saying this, Dumbledore finally showed the fatigue of an old man and walked shakily towards the headmaster's office.

Bruce walked up to Dick and whispered, "If you want to remove your foster parent status, I can allow it and find you a better foster family."

"I was just thinking before, if you can recover better if you integrate into the environment of your peers, but now that you have recovered your memory, there is no need for you to appear in front of the public as my adopted son."

Dick looked at Bruce, still with a perfect smile: "No need, Mr. Wayne, I am willing to be your adopted son, and I am very honored."

"If I have to live with a stranger because I am a minor, then of course it would be you who saved my parents."

Speaking of his parents, Dick's perfect smile finally became difficult to maintain, and his voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

Bruce slowly squatted down and wiped away the tears that Dick was trying hard to hold back but still kept falling.

Then he slowly embraced the other person in his arms.

It was like holding the crying child in Crime Alley.

Dick clutched Bruce's clothes tightly, his fingers turning white and trembling, and at the same time he tried his best to suppress his crying.

He didn't want to appear so out of control.

He wanted to be like his parents expected, that even if his performance failed or he encountered a major setback, he would still be able to show confidence and a perfect smile in front of the audience.

But now it seems that he still can't do it.

Dick choked hard and tried to speak in a normal voice: "Father, I want...I want to go home."

Bruce nodded immediately and said, "Okay, let's go home."

Dick immediately left Bruce's arms, wiped his tears, looked at Du Mu with some hope, and called softly: "Master..."

Du Mu looked at the child, sighed secretly, and said, "Hold my hand and follow me."

Dick immediately extended his hand and shook it, looking at Harry apologetically: "Sorry, please allow me to greet you next time."

Harry gave a relieved smile, not quite understanding what was going on, but he was smart not to ask.

I should be able to ask Headmaster Dumbledore later... I hope the Headmaster isn't too busy recently.

Since it was the request of Dick, who had just recovered his memory, Du Mu fulfilled his responsibility as a master and immediately returned to Wayne Manor with his adoptive father and son.

Once at Wayne Manor, Dick saw a picture next to a portrait of Bruce and his parents.

That was a photo of Dick and the Graysons after a successful performance and winning an award.

In an attempt to stimulate Dick's memory, Bruce placed the photo next to a picture of himself and his parents.

Dick stared at the photo, as if trying to engrave their figures in his mind.

In fact, the reason why Dick broke down just now... was because he painfully discovered that he could recall his daily life with his parents, but he could not remember their teachings when he was training hard with his parents.

He could recall occasional quarrels with his parents, but he could not recall the glory of being carried on his parents' shoulders after the performance.

Those memories that were once profound have become blurred. Instead, the memories that I thought I had forgotten have taken over.

This doesn't seem like much...

But I have forgotten what my parents look like.

Dick would never tell anyone this.

(End of this chapter)