"Good heavens, where did you get that?" Barry stared wide-eyed at the grenade in Harley's hand.
"Never mind that, but I'm sure this thing is way more useful than a wand." Harley raised an impish eyebrow and tossed the grenade known as the "Soviet Little Lemon" up and down in her hand, making Barry and Little Bruce break out in cold sweat.
"You're not planning to use that thing against the tree monster, are you?" Little Bruce asked after hesitating for a moment. Barry also glared at Harley and said, "You can't do that! It could damage the school building!"
"Of course not." Harley shook her head and said with complete confidence, "The buildings here were built by little elves from the Maiar world. The materials they used are different from those in ordinary human society. They're much sturdier!"
"But blowing up a school with a grenade is just ridiculous."
"Don't tell me you've never thought about it."
Barry mumbled without answering. Even the most obedient children occasionally got sick of school. Who hadn't thought about blowing up their school as a kid?
"Enough nonsense. We need to hurry to the cafeteria, finish eating before everyone else, then go to the library to look up some information."
Without saying anything more, the three hurried to the cafeteria. The magic academy's everyday meals were not as varied as the ones served at grand celebrations, but there was no shortage of bread, roasted meats, and stewed vegetables. Plates piled high with food covered the tables. Being the first to arrive, the three freely picked out steaming-hot dishes and then finished their meal as quickly as possible.
But on their way to the library, they ran into someone unexpected: Bruce Wayne, the dean of Wayne Academy.
"Are you going to the library? Be