"All right, everyone, place your wands by your dominant hands. Put your notebooks and pens for taking notes on the other side. Ink bottles, cups, and any other containers holding liquids should go in the drawers. I do not want to hear anyone scream because they knocked over a cup again..."
"Peter Parker, what are you still standing around for? Class is about to begin. Please return to your seat."
Dressed in a black robe, Schiller lightly tapped the far-left seat with his wand. Still stunned, Peter turned to look at the other Schiller holding a stack of documents. At that moment, Strange grabbed the other Schiller and said, "Don't interrupt his class. Let's go outside and talk."
"Hey! But... no, don't go yet! Explain this to me! What is going on? How can there be two Doctor Schillers... uh, no, I'm going to sit down now." As Peter looked back, his legs carried him involuntarily toward a nearby seat.
"All right, now I will teach you about wands. Pick up the little wooden stick by your hand. Yes, that's right. I call it a wand."
"Professor, can it cast magic?" A magic apprentice who looked like a little novice monk raised his hand and asked.
"Of course. When your control over magic is not yet strong enough, it will be your best companion." Potions Professor Schiller nodded.
"But the Archmages all say that magic cannot rely on external objects, and that we must cultivate our minds, right?" another little girl raised her hand and said.
"That's right. For Archmages, that is indeed the case. Their command of magic has reached a masterful level. By cultivating their own will alone, they can wield magic as easily as an arm." Schiller nodded, looking extremely patient as he continued:
"Archmages tell you