"Mysticism?" Kayson was completely bewildered. Fortunately, because the chaos at Hogwarts had ended, there weren't many people in the office, otherwise Kayson wouldn't be the only one confused.
"This is a subject that has long since disappeared into the annals of history. Strictly speaking, it's not entirely about physical magic, but rather abstract concepts. For example, this piece of Occultism resin that Tom found somewhere represents concepts like fusion, protection, adaptation, and resilience," Dumbledore explained.
"So, what's wrong with this thing?" Kayson still didn't understand.
Dumbledore tapped the resin-attached desk, but this time it didn't make the usual crisp sound, "Touch this desk."
Although Kayson didn't understand Dumbledore's meaning, he still touched the desk. To his surprise, the desk had become soft!
"So amazing!" Because the resin is attached to the desk, the desk also takes on the concept of this resin, being both hard and flexible.
As Kayson raised his hand, he felt a strange, sticky sensation. The desk stuck to his hand and was pulled upwards in a rather unusual curve. "And fusion."
He slowly squatted down, his gaze level with the resin on the desk. "So the reason Voldemort was able to have that bizarre body shape is because of this resin."
Dumbledore, after glancing at the engrossed Kayson, turned his gaze to Steve, who was changing clothes. "What do you mean by Voldemort's physical form?"
Steve immediately recounted Voldemort's rubber-like body to Dumbledore.
"Only someone like Tom could do something like this... being able to freely change and upgrade one's physical body; most people wouldn't dare to do that," Dumbledore remarked.
"So Voldemort used this Occultism resin to counter Kayson's mechanical arm and physical attacks, as well as Steve's longsword, but obviously he didn't succeed," Grindelwald said with a cold laugh as he picked up the resin.
"That's it. He probably thinks he's improved while I'm standing still," Kayson said, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you need from this resin?" Grindelwald then asked.
Kayson shook his head. He was never afraid of physical attacks, so this resin, which was specifically designed to defend against physical attacks, was of no use to him. What had ever made him suffer was the kind of strange magic.
Strangely enough, after being Alchemy Professor for so many years, my main attack methods are now strictly speaking all physical and materialistic. Whether it's dump trucks, mechanical arms, or various elemental magic, they are all physical entities.
As for the kind of rule-based magic that resembles traditional wizardry, only Newborn Magic Arts and mystical essences qualify, but one can imagine how little control one has over them.
"Wait...mysticism." Kayson suddenly realized and asked Grindelwald for the resin, " Grindelwald, let me see that resin."
The latter gave the resin to Kayson.
Kayson, who picked up the resin, carefully examined it with his monocle and discovered that it was a mystery of two completely opposite forms.
Kayson's own MC mod, Mysterious Era, possesses mysterious power; the Magic Lens can directly extract and utilize this power from various objects.
The power of this mysterious resin, whose age is unknown, is elusive. Even upon close inspection or careful analysis, no power can be discerned, yet it possesses a profound and enigmatic concept.
With this concept in mind, it becomes possible to make a hard desk feel like it's made of rubber—soft, flexible, and even sticky.
"Did you figure it out?" Grindelwald asked curiously.
Kayson shook his head. "If you ignore that abstract concept, it's not even resin."
Dumbledore nodded. "You're absolutely right. In a sense, it's not really resin. It's just a concrete representation of an abstract concept. Resin is the one in nature that best fits these concepts, so resin is what gives it its external form."
"If there's a concept called an explosion, then wouldn't its concrete form be a bomb?" Kayson raised an eyebrow and uttered this amazing conjecture.
"Perhaps, for example, the concept of sharpness was embodied in thatch grass in ancient times, and after the emergence of humankind, it became stone spears, then bronze swords, and steel knives. As for what it has become now, I have no idea."
"Mysticism is incredibly tolerant. Whether you're a wizard or Muggle, as long as you're lucky, you can gain its favor. Who knows, it might even be turning into one technological creation after another hiding in a corner now."
"Dumbledore said."
Kayson nodded. "Do you have this resin?"
Dumbledore and Grindelwald both shook their heads. After all, wizards kill with curses. Even if Avada Kedavra ate the Gum-Gum Fruit, they would still die. So this piece of resin was nothing to most wizards.
"OK, then I'll take it and study it. I'm quite interested in this kind of thing." Kayson smiled as he put away the resin, then used Ender teleportation to his bed to take a nap.
"Wait a minute." Dumbledore stopped Kayson. "If you're curious about this, I have a book here that you might be able to study." As he spoke, he rummaged through a drawer and finally pulled out a thick, shabby book.
Kayson took the book. "Thanks, I'll bring it back after I finish copying it."
This time, he truly used Ender teleportation away.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald remained in the office, looking at each other.
"Where did Tom get his knowledge of the occult? He already knows more than enough," Dumbledore said, frowning.
"I thought you would focus your attention elsewhere, like his Horcrux." Grindelwald raised an eyebrow.
"We don't even know how many Horcrux Tom has right now," Dumbledore, shaking his head in exasperation.
"That new Potions Professor? You went to great lengths to turn me into a security guard, dragged Snape out of his Potions Professor position, and brought him to Hogwarts, all just to get information about Voldemort's Horcrux from him, didn't you?" Grindelwald said.
"How did you know?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, whom he had never discussed this Grindelwald.
"All we need to do is calculate the professor's teaching time and Voldemort's age. Is that so difficult?" Grindelwald said, beaming.
"Oh, I can't hide it from you after all."