Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

For a nation, this is a divine skill—a skill refined through countless trials.

Luke, through Chairman Zhao, has already reached an agreement with his superiors.

As long as he can get rid of the projects he has, the government will try its best to meet his needs.

His special trip to Biyou Village was worthwhile; Bao'er is now completely safe.

Luke is a man of his word; with him around, Bao'er will be safe!

"If you do this, the overall development direction of the world of supernatural beings will probably change drastically."

"If we achieve full industrial automation, will the path of programmers be reborn?"

"Student Luke muttered to himself."

"It was bound to change anyway; I just sped up the process a bit."

"And think about it, the younger generation of superhumans used to practice their skills from a young age, only to find that they couldn't use them after they mastered them. What a pity that was."

"Now, I've given them a chance to showcase their talents. He's landed a job, I've received recognition, the nation is developing more comprehensively, and we all have a bright future!"

One of them, Luke, looked serious, as if everything was truly as wonderful as he described.

Luke rolled his eyes. Getting on the assembly line is considered a good thing?

"Stop talking nonsense and think about how to distribute it. We can't waste Luke's good intentions."

The psychiatrist offered this warning.

Luke, having completed this grand ritual, can be said to have returned with a full harvest.

Of the eight extraordinary skills, I've acquired all of them except for the Great Luo Cave Observation and the Dual-Handed Technique.

It's worth mentioning that Luke, one of the practitioners of Feng Hou Qi Men, only mentioned it briefly to Master Wang.

As a result, Master Wang Ye looked very strange.

The way he looked at it was as if he was saying, "Do I really need to teach you these basic supernatural abilities that are essential for immortals?"

But Master Wang still taught him in the end.

For no other reason than that monks are charitable and generous, so what's wrong with teaching others?

It was definitely not because Luke showed off his credentials as the head of a national-level project and wanted to invite him to the base for tea to chat about life ideals!

"What's so difficult about that? Just divide them according to their respective world environments."

Navy Luke scoffed.

Although Luke has the blessing of Qi Source Flow, he can quickly master many techniques such as the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

But knowing how to use it and being proficient in it are two different concepts.

With limited energy, Luke plans to focus on cultivating Qi and refining his life force in the future.

The key to the Eight Extraordinary Skills lies in the extraordinary nature of the techniques.

Ultimately, this is not the right path.

Luke from other worlds will share the burden of one Luke.

"I practice the Six Treasures Immortal Thief technique; it's perfect for my world."

Navy Luke was the first to win one of the awards.

The main problem is that he can't practice anything else. The concept of Qi doesn't exist in the One Piece world. The Eight Extraordinary Techniques, when applied to him, only provide a few passive abilities to Luke, the Marine.

"Leave the Divine Refinement to me. I happen to have alchemy skills, and the combination of the two might bring new inspiration."

"That's what student Luke replied."

As a servant of the King of Bronze and Fire, he also possesses a certain talent for alchemy.

"I'm somewhat interested in summoning spirits and commanding generals."

After some division of labor, the handsome young Luke was in charge of summoning spirits and commanding generals, the psychiatrist took a liking to Feng Hou Qi Men, and Luke continued to practice Qi Body Source Flow alone.

The last time we played cards, the newly joined Luke brothers were in charge of the Tongtianlu.

He comes from the world of the furniture store's god of war, and is currently shamelessly staying at his father's shop as an apprentice.

My father's family has an absurdly large number of magical books, and their records on talismans are also quite comprehensive.

Finally, only the wizard Luke was left, looking left and right, and found that his good brothers had already assigned their tasks.

Helpless, he pointed to himself.

"What am I supposed to practice, or should I wait for you guys to take me off?"

In the Harry Potter world, there are also mysterious forces in the East, and they are called sorcerers.

Even if one person's abilities were placed in the hands of the wizard Luke, he could still utilize a portion of them.

The psychiatrist looked down at the wizard Luke.

The wizard Luke was still a minor and not very tall.

"I think it's enough if you can figure out the things in your own world."

"Ah?"

Wizard Luke was taken aback.

"Think about it, the magic system in the Harry Potter world may not be the most expressive, but it's comprehensive enough."

"Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Divination, Alchemy, and so on. Aren't these enough for you to learn?"

"And didn't you feel pressured by Snape's cramming-style tutoring lately?"

The psychiatrist analyzed the situation step by step.

The mere mention of Professor Snape caused Luke the wizard to put on a sour face.

Ever since he truly awakened his magic, Professor Snape seemed to have been stimulated by something, teaching him all sorts of spells around the clock.

At first, I only identified herbs and occasionally helped process materials for magic potions.

As a result, Professor Snape now wishes he could stretch a 24-hour day into 48 hours.

They take these specially formulated energy boosters and brain-enhancing agents like water, chugging them down every day.

Even now, having fused with the power of Seven Luke, he is finding it difficult to endure this torment.

One day, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked Professor Snape why he was in such a hurry.

Professor Snape, who was writing spells on his bulletin board at home, paused for a moment.

Looking into his eyes, which were as dark as his own, Professor Snape spoke.

"The Freezing Charm is a spell that creates cold; it is generated at the tip of the user's wand."

It is an explanation, but it is an explanation of a curse or incantation.

Luke had no choice but to listen.

Besides, it's such a wonderful thing that Professor Snape, as the head of Slytherin, could give him one-on-one tutoring!

Even Malfoy didn't receive the same treatment as Snape when he was considered his godfather.

"Heh, he's almost teaching third-grade level spells, do you think that's stressful?"

The wizard Luke was deeply grieved.

"You still want to get involved in this? Even a Super Paru with ten livers couldn't withstand this kind of abuse."

"Student Luke complained."

He had only ever seen such a feat before, in the four provinces of China, where someone could complete a course that would take others several years in just a few months.

"Moreover, I strongly suspect that Snape knows he's not popular among the students and is afraid you'll be eliminated from the school's elite, which is why he's so anxious."

Student Luke reveals the truth.

"But what kind of '80s kids on campus need to use the Divine Sword Without Shadow to fight back?"

Wizard Luke mercilessly criticizes.

The first thing Professor Snape did after finishing the second-year curriculum was to have Luke learn this dark magic before starting the third-year course.

"And what's even more outrageous is that I now mix my physique-enhancing potions into the food I eat every day."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the smooth lines of his forearm muscles beneath his wide wizard robe.

That year, during the National Day holiday, I was afraid of school violence.

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Chapter 61 Nigel, the house-elf of the Snape family

In the early morning, the warm sunlight filtered through the dense foliage and dappled the windowpanes, creating golden spots of light.

The boy was slender and pale, with a straight nose and slightly curly red hair.

When he opened his eyes, his gaze was not as emotionless as his father's; instead, it was filled with warmth.

He is Luke the wizard, Luke Snape, the son of Professor Snape.

Luke didn't know who the body's biological mother was, and Snape had never mentioned it to him.

He was even unwilling to acknowledge his own identity.

Ever since Luke could speak, he has insisted that Luke call him Professor Snape.

Luke sat up and rubbed his eyes.

The weather was nice today. Luke stood up, raised his hands, and his pajamas flew off.

The clothes in the closet flew over automatically, and after a few rustling sounds, Luke tightened his wizard robes.

Yeah, it's pretty ugly.

Luke looked in the mirror and mentally made a comment.

The wizard robes he was wearing, custom-made by the magical world, naturally possessed functions such as being dust-free, clean, and fragrant.

It can even be fireproof and waterproof, although it only protects against ordinary fire and water, but the price is quite high.

The only downside is that it's too ugly.

Magic can be used to transform every aspect of the magical world, but some aspects remain unchanged for decades or even centuries, much like a certain demon Qing who has secluded himself in seclusion.

And this wizard's robe is a typical example.

Various wizard robes that have been constantly revised, yet remain consistently ugly.

In terms of style, it's not even as visually appealing as the Hogwarts uniform.

Good morning, little master.

At that moment, a small, skinny house-elf appeared and greeted Luke respectfully.

"Breakfast has been prepared. The master said you should eat first, and he will eat after he finishes brewing the last bottle of medicine."

"Okay, Nig, I'll be right down."

Luke agreed.

Nigg was one that Professor Snape carefully selected from over a hundred house-elves in the Hogwarts kitchen.

His craftsmanship was the best among all the house-elves, because his ancestors came from France.

"Thank you so much! It makes Nig incredibly proud that my little master is eating the breakfast he made!"

Nig knelt down and expressed his deepest gratitude.

Luke was helpless, but he didn't stop him.

Nig's craftsmanship is the best, and his servility is also the most severe among all the house-elves.

He firmly believed that serving a house-elves meant dedicating one's entire life to the wizards of one family, and that this was the only way a house-elf could achieve the highest honor.

While serving young wizards is a form of recognition for house-elves, staying at the academy is far less honorable than serving an entire family individually!

"Stop it, Nig, I'm going to have breakfast."

Nig was taken aback for a moment, then realized that he was blocking his little master's way downstairs.