"That's great." Major Shepard smiled and said, "Can you ask about your specialties?"

Zhao Mai pointed at Dumbledore: "That one is Dumbledore, a professor of transformation at Hogwarts School of Magic. I..."

"Really, is this Dumbledore?" Shepard shook Zhao Mai and grabbed Dumbledore's hand with both hands: "Welcome to Atlantis, school... no, Mr. Professor. It's a great honor to see you."

"You know me? Have you ever had a relative in Hogwarts? I don't remember having a student named Shepard."

"Oh, no. I mean, I can't describe my current mood. Actually, I have a wish that if I could go to school at Hogwarts when I was young, it would be... great." Shepard slapped his thigh and took out a small notebook from it. The cover reads "Don't believe your memory, you really should have your birthday, Rodney gave it to you."

"Please make sure to sign me, thank you very much." Shepard touched other pockets and found that he had not brought a pen and was about to borrow it from someone else. Dumbledore probably understood what was going on, so he picked up his wand and clicked on the notebook, leaving his signature and a message of "an experience worth remembering", as well as a sketched self-portrait - the kind that moves.

"I must treasure this precious thing." Shepard was solemnly putting the notebook away, and footsteps sounded outside the door. A woman with short hair was about 1.7 meters tall and did not have a military rank, but she was obviously the leader here. "Hello three new arrivals, I am Dr. Elizabeth Will, the commander of Atlantis. I'm sorry you were not here at the time, we are under attack."

"Elizabeth, do you believe this? This is Dumbledore, Dunbrey Doll!" Shepard's expression was still quite exaggerated. Dr. Will raised his eyebrows and then stretched out his hand: "Welcome to you, Dumbledore School...Mr.."

"Well, from the sudden change of your name to me from the middle of the journey, I know that a lot of things must have happened in the days after 1919. If there is any information that will help my students and you, please share it." Dumbledore said gently: "Also, I am next to me, Mike Longhou, and although he is still a student of Hogwarts, he is the one who can bring miracles."

Dr. Will raised his eyebrows again. "You are welcome, Mr. Long Roar. Can you take the liberty to ask about your specialties? Magic or battle?"

Zhao Mai scratched his head, not knowing what to say for a moment. He glanced at Diana, and Wonder Woman blinked at him and nodded. "Okay, I know more about everything, fighting, healing, manufacturing, and environmental adaptation. But my biggest specialty now is this."

He hooked his fingers and grabbed a glass of water directly from the table. "Although it's not as good as... it's okay, I can create to a certain extent." He poured the water out of the cup and held it with his other hand. The water flowed to his hand, and when he left, it turned into a drop-shaped silver block, which fell to the ground with crackling sound. "It's basically that. But don't expect something too complicated. For example, let me create an egg that I can eat out of thin air, it's better to find a hen."

"This is unscientific! Water is a compound and silver is a single substance."

"Oh, that's Dr. Rodney McKay, a member of our scientific team," Shepard said. "He didn't mean anything bad, he just couldn't accept it after the wizards appeared."

The slightly fat Rodney picked up a piece of silver from the ground, took it in front of him and looked at it carefully, then put it under his nose and smelled it. Then he suddenly asked Zhao Mai: "Can you turn it into gold?"

"It's like this?" Zhao Mai poked Rodney's shoulder with his finger, and the latter suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! No, I'm going to turn into gold, I'm going to turn into gold! We must help me clear browser history!" Then he straightened his back, picked up the tablet in his hand, and looked at it with a focused and serious expression.

"What are you doing?" Shepard frowned and pinched his waist and looked at his good friend.

"I'm leaving a good image for future generations! I'm going to become a golden statue!" Rodney squeezed out a sentence from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I can't feel my shoulders and legs anymore! That's great, at least this process doesn't hurt."

Shepard rolled his eyes and took out an orange from his pocket. Rodney immediately stepped back reflexively, and then was surprised to find that his legs and shoulders were fine, and he was fine all over his body. Half disappointed and half glad to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dr. McKay means that we are facing a shortage of key matter now, if you can make something with higher atoms...I mean more than gold. I don't know what it is according to the magician, because none of us understand alchemy." Dr. Will said: "If you give you a sample, can you imitate it?"

Zhao Mai nodded and asked directly: "What is the atomic number?"

"One thousand three hundred and fourteen." Dr. Rodney said.

"I haven't made it, but if there are samples, I can try it. Is the radioactive power very strong? It won't be cracking, right?"

"Its radioactivity is inward, causing its own energy to be locked. If you can really create such pure substances, it will not have radioactivity or cracking externally." Rodney said a lot, and suddenly realized: "Aren't you a magician? How do you know... Oh yes, 1919 already has radioactivity and periodic table. But how do you know cracking?"

Zhao Mai snapped his fingers and said, "Crack!" No one responded. Rodney jumped back and shouted, "I understand, you can make substances, you are a personal self-propelled nuclear bomb! You are too dangerous... Oh, take the orange away, I will be allergic to it!"

Shepard glared at Rodney, gritted his teeth and said, "Precaution, be polite!"

"It's okay, I'm just kidding him." Zhao Mai said to Will: "Doctor, I have a car in the tower where we arrived. Can you point a way? I'll have someone drive over."

"Of course this is OK. Although we don't need it there, just adjust the energy line and open a few doors, the whole way will be smooth." Dr. Will nodded.

Zhao Mai said to Duoji'an and Xiaohua: "You teleport over and drive the car here, it's safer to get closer. Oh, right." He took out his cell phone, pointed and quickly exchanged for the function of moving in the water, and then disguised the car as it looked like in the early 20th century.

The reserve grain nodded and asked Duojian to pick it up. As long as he was in sight, he only needed a few teleports. And the little flower possessed Duojian's body and could drive.

"Please go here, Mr. Long Roar." Dr. Will said.

"Just call me Mike."
Chapter completed!